#Alicia is the star of this show

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC prompt: Spiritual Siblings

Bruce: My assassin kid can't be that normal!

Damian: Well, I’m completely emotionally stable by Amity Park standards. The problem is with you. Obviously.

~~~~~

Damian had long found peace and home in Amity, so he did not worry that the new family and Gotham might not accept him.

Sure, Al Ghul had lived without any contact with his biological father all these years but he could safely say that he had a happy childhood. First years were hard and he was raised more as a weapon than a human being. Even so, after that a ghost who decided to become his brother appeared and everything changed.

Damian still does not know what Ra's owes Phantom but Danny has a right to take him, without prior notification, to live with Fentons, to visit Aunt Alicia at her farm, and to make Vlad’s weekends much less calm and boring. Danny jokes that he just steals him as a hostage when Al Ghul does not pay taxes for using Lazarus Pits. Whatever the reason, he already has a family that loves him.

However, he still wanted to make an effort to fit in this one too. The model of conduct certainly was his older brother. No, not the oldest, of course. To be honest Dan wasn’t the kind of a man that could charm you from the first minute. But Danny, in Damian’s experience, had a calming effect on people. So he tried to act like him.

And, yeah, for lack of experience, he was more fun!Danny at home and super!Danny on patrol but he also really tried not to get any of his own assassin personality in his new-self and was tired of it. He couldn’t get a 100% match. Fine. Still doesn’t look like anyone in this house really likes him, so whatever.

Damian understood why Bruce didn't like his company. Jazz had long ago explained to him the importance of voluntary consent. His mother did a terrible thing. Al Ghul was not a child and therefore he was ready to admit it. However, he also understood that children were not responsible for the actions of their parents.

As a biosocial being, he wanted to be more than just a painful reminder of what had happened to Bruce. Wayne's ignoring of his existence was rude. But Damian wouldn't force this man to spend time with him just because he was legally obligated to take care of his well-being. He wasn't going to prove anything to Batman, and he definitely didn't need his attention. The care of his real family is enough.

But Damian really tried to get along with new potential siblings. He even shared Sam's and Danny’s special jokes with some of adopted kids 'cause he didn’t want them to feel like he put himself above them. He wasn't good at showing emotions but he was as open as the assassin could afford to be to strangers.

But they all obviously expected something from him. And it reminded him of the League in an unpleasant way. It was easier with Fentons. Almost everyone in Amity Park was saying what they thought, and Damian didn’t have to waste time decoding potential conspiracies.

Damian missed movie marathon nights with Sam, Tucker, and Danny. And he hoped Dani had time to bother Vlad in his absence.

It was so weird here. When Danny and Valerie were fighting, they would gather at the dinner table anyway. When Damian wanted to have combat training with Drake here, he was forced to stay in his room. A very strange punishment. And undeserved one too.

Al Ghul felt quite calm and fine sitting at his easel and painting the people he left behind. An unusual subject for his paintings. But, Ancients, he missed Amity.

He missed Jack's bone breaking hugs, Maddie's Ecto-Contaminated food, arguments of Sam and Tucker, cozy art class with Mr. Baxter and even Vlad's done look. He missed Danny telling him about the stars. He also missed sword practice with Dan's boyfriend Fright Knight and he missed Dan's stories about his other youth. He missed literary evenings with Mr. Lancer, Clockwork and Ghost Writer. He even missed the hours-long Jazz lectures. He missed the dance of death and life. He missed being looked at without expecting anything from him. He missed the crowd. In the league, he was never at one with himself and in Amity he was always surrounded by people who were not afraid of his fate as the heir to the said League. This Manor was full of people, but for the first time in his life he felt lonely. Damian has to admit that he felt left behind. Of course, he understood that people needed time to build relationships, but he could have sworn that even he didn't need that much time to connect with Fentons. Maybe this is one of the tricks of the Clockwork? Then this one is not funny at all.

~~~~~Phone call~~~~ Damian: Mom, I want to go home. Maddie: I'm so sorry to hear that, sweetheart. What happened? Damian: Just…Nobody likes me. Why was I sent here? I'm not weak. And my brothers are quite capable of protecting me from Raas. I don't need Batman for this. Maddie: We'll figure it out, champ. Moms love you, remember? I'll talk to Talia, okay? Your brothers and sisters are already on edge and ready to steal you right during the patrol. Damian: It would be nice, but it would put a bat on their tails. So lock them in thermoses if they bother you too much. Maddie: But that won't stop Jazz. Damian: I missed the part where that's my problem. Maddie: Well, it will be your problem if she comes to your doorstep with your childhood photos and moralizing.

~~~~~~~~

It's his birthday. And he was always excited about it. But now, looking at the pile of gifts, he realizes that these people don't know him at all.

And this is the family of the best detective in the world? Maybe yes, but none of them bothered to really find info about him or ask him about his likes. Damian's a stranger here, and that's obvious.

The lunch container, which he will obviously give to the Boxing Lunch when he's in the right time interval, tennis rackets that Youngblood might like, The Graveyard Book…

Valerie had already read it to him and Dani before it was published. Thanks to Clockwork for his little miracles. The book reminded him of home.

Obviously this one is from Jason. And well, Damian doesn't think it was a pun on his life in Amity, more like Hood's inside joke about death but Dami will definitely leave this thing in the room at the Manor and maybe take it with him to the GZ or Amity Park.

~~~~~~~

When they gather at the festive table, Damian realizes that he has to make some kind of speech. He tries to be as brief as possible in his report.

Damian: Todd, your gift is appreciated. And I found a potential use for items that were given by others, Bruce.

Damian never called Batman his father. With Maddie and Talia, calling both moms wasn't weird, especially when Jazz explained to his biological mom that he wasn't trying to replace her. But with Wayne, it was different. Both women took care of him, they deserved this title. Wayne provided for his needs, but his core heart didn't feel like they were close. Surely there's nothing wrong if they're just Bruce and Damian? Obviously, they both don't enjoy each other's company.

Jason: So, do you like books, little demon? Damian: Sometimes reading is quite relaxing, I should point out. I'm not indifferent to Stephen King and Lovecraft. Jason: Personal recommendations? Damian: Cujo is one of my favorites. Jason: Not a common opinion, huh. Damian: It reminds me of my family. Damian tries to smile like Danny does, but Jason's twitching eye clearly indicates that he screwed it up.

~~~~Dick and Jason synchronously drop their forks as an excuse for a conference under the table.~~~~ Dick*whispers*: How's the situation? Jason*whispers back*: If the boy asks for a dog, don't be fooled. He will be happy to dance on our graves.

~~~~Cass knocks over their heads, urging them to return to their seats.~~~~

Damian: So how good you are at fading and sliding,Todd? Jason: Why did you ask? I can't, of course. Damian: Because you're dead. It seemed to me that this was a completely understandable interest. Jason: Wow, what a jerk. Damian: I wonder why your own incompetence makes me a jerk? Even my sister could do this when she wasn't dead for even a month.

Jason, for some reason, looks awkward, although he has never been embarrassed before by the idea that a girl could be stronger than him.

Jason: Your sister? How old was she when... So it's all about age. Damian rolls his eyes.

Damian: We're the same age. It seems like it was four or five years ago. To be honest, I don't remember. I wasn't around then. I'll ask Danielle the next time I go to the cemetery to visit her. Dick: I'm so sorry, Dami. Where is she buried? We can take you. Damian: There's no need. She has no grave, as there was nothing to bury. Bruce sighs loudly and covers his eyes with his hands. Damian: It's just easier to contact the afterlife in places like this, you now? Duke: We are very sorry, dude. Damian: Don't be. People come and go, and then come back if they haven't finished annoying you. There's no point in regretting the past. Her creation was not the most ethical thing but everything is going as it should. At least that's what Grandpa says. Considering that the old man is older than time, I prefer to believe him. No one plays with fate without his permission unless they want to get hit by the clock. Tim now looks like he's going to throw up and Damian hurries to move his plate closer to him. Jason: Yes, Bruce, this is definitely your son. Damian: Did I say something wrong? Dick smiles faintly at him but still doesn't find anything to say. Damian shrugs and goes back to eating asparagus. People outside of Amity are so weird.

Signal looks at Damian suspiciously as he carefully rearranges the plate of soy sausages away from himself. Did he take him for an idiot? Everyone knows that even vegetarian sausage bite and fight no worse than those with meat when they come back to life. It's not Damian's fault that he doesn't have an ectoblast with him and wants to have extra distance from the opponent.

~~~At the same time, in the walls of Wayne Manor~~~ Dani: The operation codenamed "Get Haunted Idiot" is declared open. Danny and Dan *salute*.

~~~Several Days Later~~~

Damian: So, this is Dan. Danny says we keep him as a GIW repeller. Dick: And Danny and Dan are.. Jazz: His brothers. I'm Jazz by the way. Elle and I are his sisters. Damian: I feat the criteria to participate in their name cult, so they took me. Dan, Danny, Dani and Dami. Dan *ruffles Damian's hair* : I prefer to call this biting threat Damn, to be honest. Dami: Shut up, DaNtE, they almost wrote Dark in your passport, you idiot. I can't believe I thought I missed you. Danny: Wow. Rude. Your grandpa would be disappointed. Great job, lil one.

~~~Several years later~~~

[ririblogsss]

what if Danny give no fu-ks

Ok hear me out, Dannys obsession has never truest been confirmed by the show itself (that I remember) I've seen a lot of people say his obsession comes from wanting to help / protect people. But what if he feels as though that he is now doing more damage than good, after all there are a lot of people getting hurt as colateral damage from the chases he has to go on. Or simply when he has to run away from getting captured.

What if one night he was up late and saw a post about a tragedy that happened because he slipped up (it wasn't even his fault, but he still blames himself for everything). And then he starts looking at all the bad comments against him ignoring all the good ones saying how much Danny Phantom has helped Amity. Because Danny is still human and confirmation bias is real. Imagine how he felt the moment he realized that he was causing people to get hurt instead of keeping them save.

Image the desperation clawing at him with the realization that he has never been able to fully manage his obsession. it makes him sad, desperate, angry.

His entire self is filled with too many emotions at the sametime he isn't even able to identify them and catalogue them properly like Jazz taught him.

and then everything stops and he feels nothing.

Completely and utterly numb.

Like his whole reason to keep going suddenly disappears.

And it has.

He gave up on his obsession and now he has to make / get a new one.

But it's not that easy.

This drastic change could've ended any ghost as they run on (live off) emotions.

Luckily because he's a Halfa, so that has given him the upper hand. Unfortunately it makes it so that he is completely devoid of any emotion.

Months go by and people immediately notice changes, the more drastic one is that Phantom went missing, and eventually a lot of ghost that where coming in looking for him stop. Amity Park is no longer populated by ghosts, and slowly the GIW started to retreat from Amity going to another place following a lead that says there are more ghost activities up north.

But those changes aren't the only ones noticeable. Dannys classmates and teachers can vouch that Danny has changed. Most say he was always quite , and others say he looked down right depressed. Danny didn't do much in classes not that he paid attention before. Its just this time it seems that its not out of being sleepy or anxious about another ghost attacking the school instead Danny looks like he coundn't give less of a fu-k about anything.

He never smiles anymore not even when his favorite subjects (mechanics and space) are brought up. Not even a quirk of a smile. The school decided to contact his parents about Dannys new behaviors. That includes skipping classes, not handing in work, not doing the assigned work in class ect....

And its not like his parents havent noticed, they've had more time in their hands since they aren't using hours of the day/night going out hunting anymore. and they have witnessed their son become a shell of himself. They don't know what to do, and they don't want to worry Jazz about it because she's at collage and needs to focus on her studies.

So when the school contact them and told them that the behavior is the same in school they decided major changes needed to happen. Starting with a change of environment.

Maddie and Jack decided that Amity park was too big of a city with too many people. They could nearly see the stars at night because of the light pollution, hence they decided to move next door to Alicia, Maddie sister, home in SmallVille.

They decided it was the best choice, Danny would be surrounded by nature and he could do online classes that would go the pace he wanted. The move was immediate, the day off they packed everything sold the house and moved.

They only stopped to say goodbye to Danny's friends. A small bye and hug later they were on a 7 hour road trip to their new home.

When they got there the old resident handed them the keys of the home and told them to ignore the their neighbors 'The Kents' as they often made a lot of noice and had group gatherings every month.

The one thing Jack and Maddie forgot to double check was if the house was an actual house or a farm house. Sounds similar, but completely different as they now had 2 cows, 16 chickens, 1 rooster, and 3 pigs to take care off.

Danny was put on duty of taking care of the animals, such as feeding them on time and making sure they were healthy. Jack and Maddie made more of the heavy weight as to re building broken fences and fixing the questionable roof.

(The first thing Danny did when meeting all the animals was name them. After all this was about all the interaction he was going to do.)

Danny didn't have time to think about his lost obsession or his lack of emotions as he was now too busy making sure each animal was taken care off.

Marcy and linda (the cows) were danny's favorite they were very gentle and he felt that they could understand him when he spoke to them the stories of his vigilante past.

On the other hand The Chickens were a nightmare, Glinda was cool as she never chased him down. But Matilda and Bethany were a nightmarish duo spiteful too when he was seconds late to the finding time. Mark the rooster was chill he mainly acted as of he was part of the group that needed protection.

Marice, Betty, and Miss Piggy were the chillest of the bunch never gave Danny any trouble when feeding them and always made a point that they loved their new mudbath installation that Danny made for them on his first 2 days on the farm.

A month after arriving at the farm house Danny noticed that mark was missing. Danny looked everywhere around the property and saw him from afar, at the road. So Danny did the sensible thing anyone would do when spotting a run away pet, and that is call their name at the top of your lungs whilst running after them.

naturally Mark the escape artist run the opposite direction. By the time Danny caught up to him Danny didn't recognize the house he was infant off. So with Mark comfortably in his arms He swears he can see a smug look on marks face. Danny turned away from the house to start his walk back to the farm, but he was met with a kid his age looking at him with distrust.

"Ehhh look kid Im sorry to have crossed the properties border but Mark here" Danny made a point to acentuate Mark in his arms "Runaway from me this morning and I've been trying to catch him ever since, anyways I need to go feed the girls"

The kid starred at him for a second "OMG your from the new family in Mr.duncans farm right? in Aver ST.?" and wow the kid was like a ray of sunshine.

"Yea-" Danny could even finish his sentence before the kid cut him off by starting to talk a mile a minute about how he was so exited to meet people his age that lived near by and how farm chores were harder that normal house chores.

"Jon, give him time to respond. Im Damian this is Jon" Danny jumped he hadn't noticed the second kid at all

"Oh yeah... sorry about that what's your name?" The kid (Jon) slightly less enthusiasm, a bit embarrassed if his tone of voice was anything to get by.

"Danny, Im 15" he responded before he started walking away after all he did need to get in time to feed the chickens unless he wants to suffer their furry. Danny shuddered at the memory that popped up in his head.

"Wait!!! I just thought we could be friends cause we live close by u know" Jon said catching up with Dannys steps. Damian was following from behind.

"Sure kid I don't care" Dannys voice was monotone much like it had been for months.

"Hey were not kids for your information, Im 14 and Damians 16 soon to be 17, so if anything you night be the actual kid!" Danny chuckled slightly it was more similar to releasing air from his lips than a laugh.

Soon a quite and enjoyable science encompassed the group as they went to Dannys home.

"Hmm... you're hold on Mark is adequate and the your determination for getting home in time for feeding is acceptable" Damian spoke up after a while of the passive silence.

"yeah and what is It to you" Danny was slightly urked by Damians default setting speach. He told him as such.

Jon blanched before erupting into giggles that sent him to lay down on the grass uncontrollably laughing. Damians right eyebrow quirked up in what Danny assumed was amusement.

Thus a new friendship grew that day.

They often gathered at Dannys or Jons yard to have picnic in the weekends (as Damian and Jon has school in Metropolis on week days) and hangout with the animals. Danny found out that Damian was a vegetarian and that he had various animals at home. One time he brought his Great Dane Titus, who bodied Danny on sight to give him kisses.

Also Damian was Damian Wayne as in bruce Wayne, Batman sugar daddy. When he said that, Jons milk flew out of his nose and Damian choked on his cucumber wrap. Even Titus gave him a judgemental stare.

Slowly Danny started to smile more, laugh every so often. And things were feeling so much better after not being able to feel anything for a while.

Jazz, Aunt Alicia and especially Maddie and Jack felt so relived to see that Danny was slowly coming back to them.

Danny to this day backs the fact that Mark knew something and planned the whole thing.

[billysjoel]

THE GOOD WIFE (2009-2016) created by Michelle & Robert King

The Good Wife is an American legal political drama that aired on CBS. It focuses on Alicia Florrick, the wife of the Cook County State's Attorney, who returns to her career in law after the events of a public sex and political corruption scandal involving her husband. The series stars Julianna Margulies, Josh Charles, Christine Baranski, Matt Czuchry, Archie Panjabi, Chris Noth, Alan Cumming, Matthew Goode, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, and Cush Jumbo. The Good Wife was acclaimed during its run and considered by several critics to be network television's "last great drama." It won numerous awards, including five Emmys. The performances of the show's cast have been particularly recognized, with Margulies, Panjabi, Baranski, and Charles receiving widespread acclaim. The show was also lauded for its insight on social media and the internet in society, politics, and law. A spinoff titled The Good Fight, centered around Baranski's and Jumbo's characters, premiered in 2017. Elsbeth, a second spinoff, premiered in 2024, focusing on Carrie Preston's recurring role on The Good Wife. x

@pscentral members' choice - event 33: underrated tv & film [insp.] [insp.] [insp.] [playlist template]

[book-nerd-emi]

Lovely Lovely Moots!!! I love you all!!!

Do you think we’re friends in every universe? Because I do.

my wifey!!!! easily my most important one: @shattered-glass-roses ( maddie!! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ )

my coconspirator and twin: @wish-i-were-heather (ur tag is recommended idc)

may!! we haven’t rly talked but you’re my twins wife so it’s fine: @maybxlle ( may!!! ⋆.˚✮ )

the crazy one that i know!!: @toooster ( patch!! :*:· )

the cowboy obssessed one: @balladofareader ( mira!!! ₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ )

the ngf. really weird and is very stupid: @a-menace-to-society-01 ( lilly!!! ⋆·˚ ༘ * )

the coolest and sweetest person!!! you show up in my notifs and i scream a little: @his-imperial-highness-and-co ( keizh!!!! ☆°. * )

the silliest person ik and when you show up on my feed i smile: @rins-batcave ( rin!!! ⋅˚₊‧ )

the biggest simp ik (also matches my freak): @blocked-zombieartist ( wolf!!! ☆ﾟ. * ･ )

BELALALALALALALALALLALALA my cowboy hater partner: @littlemissmentallyunstable ( bella!!! 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ )

STARRRRRRRRRWBSISNDKDKODD ily!: @whoaaaoaoo ( star!!! ⋆⭒˚.⋆ )

you bring so much light to my day!!! i love talking to you!!: @str1ngsss ( str1ngs!!! ⋆⭒˚｡⋆),

ELIZAAAA. you’re so silly and goofy!!: @elizarivers ( eliza!!⋆˚✿˖° )

SORRAAAAAAA. please don’t give me another heart attack!!: @sleepy-boything-shit ( sora!!★◕ฺ )

the pookies i met on discord mostly:

@foreverwinter22 ( alicia!!! ⋆.˚ ★ ) , @toooster ( patch!!!! .☘︎ ݁˖˚˖ ), @elysianwayy77 ( jade!! ˚₊‧꒰ა ), @xoxo-g0ssipgir1 ( harley!! 𖦹₊ ⊹ ), @eternal--dream ( hayley!! ⋆˚✿˖° ), @meangirlsbway ( bing!!! ﹢﹒ ✦⊹﹒), @sweetreveriee ( reverie!! ✿๑*), @letmeliveinelfhame ( caitlyn!!! ⋆｡° ✮ ), @myhyperfixationisbooks ( edoria!!! ⋆｡‧˚ʚ) @lovethornes ( izzy!!! ⋆ ˚♡｡⋆ )

My other moots who i don’t know that well but want to know!!!

@your-mommy-ems ( em!! ｡⋆༘˚⋆𐙚 ), @def3nestrati0n ( evelyn!! . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ), @his-littlefox ( daphnie!!!♡๑. * ), @discoveredreality ( ari!!! ✩°｡ ⋆��� ), @graaaaaayy ( gray!!! ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ), @apollosmusee ( addie!!! ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆ ), @never-enough-novels ( avi!!๑✿*), @littlelovelover ( olive!! :･ﾟ✧:･. ), @theodditylacey ( lacey!! ♡๑｡ﾟ), @catfilms ( josie!! 𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ )

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Getaway Car

Day #14 - Prompt: And the Winner Is... | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: Mild Sexual Themes, Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Steve is to Corroded Coffin Music Videos as Alicia Silverstone was to Aerosmith Videos in the 90s

Eddie sinks to his knees in the gravel, hands outstretched, groveling, pleading in his torn jeans and artfully cut t-shirt. Big, open arm holes, showing lots of skin, his hair blowing in the wind, as he's leaning so far back, until he's collapsed along the side of the road, hand clutched to his chest. 

Mouth moving, but no words coming out, and he raises himself back up, just to see the back of Steve walking away. In a full strut, towards the red convertible parked in the middle of the road. Steve turns, stalks back, and glances down at him just long enough to kick a toe-full of gravel in Eddie's direction. 

Eddie shields his face, but one rock still gets through, clocking him right in the forehead, and Eddie darts up, grabbing Steve by the arm, yanking.

Then the scene changes, back to the band onstage, playing before it catches back up with Eddie and Steve. This time, Eddie's walking down the side of the road, bags of stolen cash in his hands.

And Steve pulls up alongside him in the same red convertible, and Eddie jumps in the getaway car, tossing the bags in the back as he crawls over and situates himself on Steve's lap.

Cut back to the band, cut to Steve sitting outside of the bank, cut to the band, cut to Eddie and Steve getting matching tattoos, back to the band, back to Eddie and Steve being playful in bed, the band again, then back to Eddie and Steve meeting in a bar.

A story, shown in reverse.

Eddie sinks lower into his theater seat. This music video has been all over MTV for months, nearly a year at this point, and he's seen it hundreds of times during editing, but tonight is the first time he's embarrassed. He's a bad actor. He looks stupid. Who thought a wind machine for his hair was a good idea? It's so goddamn cheesy. 

Nobody is gonna give this video an award.

Except. He knows they might, because of Steve. That's the ace in their pocket they hadn't even planned on. Winning a VMA wasn't even on the radar when they filmed it. Steve had to be cajoled and begged and bartered with, and only agreed when they provoked his jealous streak, because he didn't want to see Eddie filmed in bed with someone else. 

They played dirty, promising it was no big deal, just a little music video that would only be seen on Headbanger's Ball.

And then it blew the fuck up, and made them all goddamn liars. 

Not because of the song, or the band, Eddie knows that, but because of the hot guy in the video. Now, they're getting calls. Big calls. Big offers, and the label is planning a trilogy of videos starring Steve for the band, like he's Alicia Silverstone and they're Aerosmith or something.

Eddie glances Steve's way, and Steve's even lower in his seat than Eddie is, and Eddie reaches for his hand and squeezes. 

"I'm sorry," he mouths, and Steve just narrows his eyes, and it makes Eddie grin.

The nominees are read, and when their name is announced Eddie is frozen in place. Gareth has to pull on him, and he has to pull on Steve. Steve shakes his head, not wanting to go up on stage, but Eddie knows the crowd will want to see him, will want to be formally introduced. Steve might not have acting aspirations, but the world is definitely clamoring for him to do something, anything, to stay in front of their greedy fucking eyes. Their agent keeps getting calls wanting to get in touch with that actor's agent.

That he doesn't have. Because he's not an actor.

He's their Road Manager, their babysitter, and Eddie's long-suffering boyfriend.

"Uh, um, thank you," Eddie says, holding up the Moonman statuette. "We didn't expect this." Then he turns to face Steve, "You might recognize this guy. From the video you just saw. And that you've seen played a million times on MTV. That's Steve. My Steve," Eddie says, blushing a little. "Sorry. He's taken."

And Steve looks like he wants to melt into the floor, so Eddie will make this quick, "But you'll see him again in our next video. I promise," Eddie says, and then hands over the podium to Gareth, who does the full rundown of thank yous as Eddie walks over and wraps his arm around Steve's back, enjoying looking at his reddened cheeks.

There will be pictures, and video footage, and no amount of media training could make the two of them look anything other than awkwardly embarrassed about this predicament they've found themselves in. 

Fucking hell.

Gareth presses the statuette into Steve's hand for some reason, while Jeff and Goodie speak at the podium, and when they can finally leave the stage, Eddie pulls Steve backstage, and presses him against the wall, kissing him, "Thank you. I love you."

Steve kisses him back, the award hanging loose at his side, right against Eddie's thigh.

It's the image that runs in all the magazines, and with time, turns out to be the image of the entire night.

Weeks later, Eddie is dressed in some sort of leather get-up that not even he understands, at least not fully, with Steve hovering over him.

"CUT!" the director yells, and they both stop right where they are. "Moving on to set-up three!"

Steve reaches down and helps Eddie to his feet, "You okay?" 

"This is weird," Eddie admits with a laugh.

"Well, if you think it's weird, imagine how I feel," Steve says, and he has a crop in his hand, and reaches over and pops Eddie on the ass with it. 

Eddie can hear Gareth, Goodie and Jeff laughing from behind the monitors, all just happy that they don't have to be involved in any of this embarrassment. They can still walk down the street, unknown.

Not Eddie, and definitely not Steve.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @corrodedcoffinfest and follow along with the fun! 🦇

Notes: If you've never seen the Cryin' music video, or just need a refresher, I've definitely drawn inspiration from it, lol. Imagine Eddie doing that dramatic Steven Tyler lip syncing. He'd feel like such a fool. Bonus? If you're a Lost fan, keep your eyes peeled for Josh Holloway.

[libraryofloveletters]

Written In The Photos - Social Media Series

decided to take a little break from writing (I will still be writing after this, don’t worry!) but I didn’t want to leave you guys without content so I present the Written In The Photos series. each driver/player has a song and their post is inspired by said song :) I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed making it <3 // special thank you to my bestie @themandaloriansdiaries for all her help with song choices and all the cracked out convos we had to put it together. 

Carlos Sainz Jr - Smooth Operator by Sade

late nights, jet leg and messed up sleep schedules lead to words spoken which would normally be kept to themselves. 

Jack Grealish - Hot Girl Summer by Meg Thee Stallion 

party after party, Jack seems to be spotted with the same girl over and over again.

Lewis Hamilton - Loveeeeeee Song by Rihanna and Future 

he’s sick and tired of seeing you in private, he wants the world to know you’re his. 

Sergio Ramos - Way 2 Sexy by Drake 

working for a footballer isn’t easy, it’s even harder when everyone thinks you’re dating. ( footballer x pr manager)

Max Verstappen  - Can We Still Friends by Tyler, The Creator

even the best of the friends can have falling outs, especially when you’re on opposites side of the track.  (teammate/rival!reader)

Andy Robertson - I’m Still In Love With You by Sean Paul ft. Sasha and Jeremy Harding

so many years apart and you’re still in love with the same guy you’ve always been in love with.

Lance Stroll - Stuck With You by Ariana Grande 

every relationship goes sour, except for the one you had with a certain brown eyed boy. 

Pato O’Ward -  Sunday Candy by Nico Segal 

snapshots of love and life with the love of your life.

Jude Bellingham - P Power by Gunna ft Drake  

young and in love, you two find yourselves making headlines more often than not. 

Sebastian Vettel - Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado and Timberland 

can’t keep his hands off you and can’t keep the flirty comments away. (redbull seb) 

Kylian Mbappe  -  Hotel Room Service by Pitbull 

secrets unravel when you’re caught together in spain.  

Jenson Button - Money by Cardi B 

diamonds are a girl’s best friend after all (sugar daddy!jenson)

Ruben Dias - Golden Hour by JVKE 

you supported him through it all, it only made sense you were the one there in the end. 

George Russell - London Boy by Taylor Swift 

grey weather is a bit of a downer, unless you have someone by your side. 

Bukayo Saka - Star Boy by The Weeknd

proud, proud, proud; you showed everyone just how proud you really were. 

Mick Schumacher - Dark Red by Steve Lacy 

he only has eyes for one girl and it’s the one girl he wasn’t supposed to be looking at. (vettel!reader)

Neymar Jr - Tití Me Preguntó by Bad Bunny 

he promised to change, you were stupid enough to believe him but people never really change do they?

Lando Norris - Young, Dumb and Broke by Khalid 

regret makes people do crazy things. 

John Stones - I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston 

your husband winning the treble calls for celebration and you two finally get the night out you deserve. 

Esteban Ocon - Sure Thing by Miguel 

attached at the hip; the sunshine to his rain. you were everything to him. 

Erling Haaland - Sunday Mornings by Maroon 5

sunday mornings were a bit of a tradition for you, everyone notices when the pattern changes.

Pierre Gasly - Creepin’ by The Weeknd 

loyalty runs both ways, until it doesn’t anymore but nothing ever really changes, does it?

Virgil Van Dijk - Let ‘Em Know by Bryson Tiller 

some things never change, no matter how much you try. 

Fernando Alonso - I’m Still Standing by Elton John 

looking up and looking down, it never felt so right. 

Jordan Henderson - If I Ain’t Got You by Alicia Keys 

with your 10th anniversary around the corner, you both get a bit in your feels.

Charles Leclerc - A Sunday Kind Of Love by Etta James 

races, weddings and races again; sundays hold a special place in his heart. 

Trent Alexander Arnold - One Kiss by Dua Lipa

all it took was one kiss and the floodgates were opened. 

Daniel Ricciardo - Woo by Rihanna

monaco is good to those who are good to it, especially those who win. every winner deserves a prize worthy of a king.

Christian Pulisic - Unforgettable by French Montana and Swae Lee

the star player and the ex girlfriend of his closest teammate are spotted together; you’re too unforgettable.

Kostas Tsimikas - Boyfriend by Ariana Grande and Social House

you were his until you weren't, but then you were again. the two of you tangled in the sheets and in a web of confusion; were you or were you not?

[starfxkrinc]

Omg yesss please show us what type of dancewear Court and Alicia wear !!!!

FINALLY FINISHED

court goes for plaid, animal print, pvc. loves rhinestones and cure tops and tiny shorts also lovesssss a good theme. stars are a common motif and 4th of july is her jam she wears a cowboy hat. mostly wears black, purple and blue. prefers boots over heels. also doubles some stuff for her streams hence why she likes a theme.

alicia loves pink, white and purple are her main colors. lots of glitter, loves money print and soft textures. huge fan of mini skirts and halters. loves one pieces and cover ups too.

[marbofmoorock]

Today, I found out Gangle has the same voice actor as Sadi-Chan from the one piece dub. This post is a Tribute to Marissa Lenti, who voiced the Sweet and cute Gangle alongside many other impressive roles:

Same person, @vixenvtuber Thank you Marissa for making Gangle your best role yet. She's so cute.

Here's her YouTube channel:

Other notable voice roles Marissa Lenti has played:

1. Alicia Florence in the Aria series (One of my favorite anime series, so awesome, go check it out)

2. Arue in the Konosuba Dub

3. Mike in JOJO's bizzare adventure

4. Libra from Fairy Tail

5. The Purple Girl in the FNAF series: Fazbear and Friends

6. She was a character named Mayshure in one episode of the Pokémon Tv Show/Anime dub. She was also Malva in Pokémon Evolutions, and Nidorina in Starter Squad, another Pokémon series.

7. She played multiple voices in RWBY.

8. She's Polly in Huniepop 2.

9. She's Moze from Borderlands 3.

10. Grey Wolf in Kemono Friends

Honorable Mentions: She had supporting or background voice acting roles in all of the following series/Games:

Final Fantasy VII: Rebirth,

Honkai Star Rail,

Horimiya

Cookie Run

Genshin Impact

A Certain Scientific Railgun

Azur Lane

Nekopara

She was involved in various Dragonball dub roles:(Dragonball Z Kakarot, Dragonball Super, Brolly Movie)

She was Lisacca from Black Clover

She was in the Senko San anime dub.

Ace Attorney

Zombieland

She was Lian in the video game Paladins.

Yandere Simulator

Darling in the Franxx Dub

Citrus

Cardcaptor Sakura

In the Final Fantasy TV series, she played Cloud's mom, and the Doctor.

She was the voice of Bayonetta in the YouTube Series Death Battle, and was also a casting director for the series.

Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid

The Video Game Smite.

She was Toby in Fist of the North Star

Orange

ReLIFE

Aokana

Garo The Animation

In the video game, Avenger's Academy, she voiced Thor, and Jane Foster.

In the MLP video game, Twilight's Kingdom Storybook App, she voiced Princess Celestia and Princess Cadence.

Attack on Titan: Junior High

She was involved in Digimon

One of her first listed roles was Galaxy Express 999, which is so cool. That one's a classic.

Wow, so many roles!

Source:

[justinsentertainmentcorner]

Alix Breeden at Daily Kos:

Awards season is in full swing, kicking off with the Grammy Awards in Los Angeles Sunday night. But this year, the devastating wildfires across Southern California and President Donald Trump’s slew of unsettling executive orders set a different tone throughout the ceremony. Honorees and hosts often find ways to deliver political messages during awards shows, and the Grammys were no different. 

At the Grammys Sunday night, several performers, including Chappell Roan, Lady Gaga, and Shakira, turned it into an anti-Trump protest platform.

See Also:

LGBTQ Nation: Lady Gaga, Chappell Roan, Alicia Keys shout out trans rights & equality at the Grammys

[lunamayisreading]

ALICE ROSSI, lead singer of Slayer! [@infamous-if OC]

Fun facts!

✮⋆˙ Alice is a proud born and raised argentinian!! (Her name was actually Alicia but she legally changed it to Alice.)

✮⋆˙ She insisted on the band somewhat matching styles (or a certain color palette at least) but after Seven left the band she just gave up on the concept.

✮⋆˙ After Seven left, she got pretty resentful towards the others and considered leaving herself but since she lost (whom she thought was at the time) the love of her life, she decided to make Slayer a sucess, no matter what. The band was all she had left.

✮⋆˙ Which doesn't mean she's attached to the band, necessarily. She won't think twice about going solo if the band ever breaks up.

✮⋆˙ Has written songs about Seven post-breakup but never even attempted to record one. She couldn't bring herself to show that wound to the world. Alice has gotten over Seven now but she wishes they could talk it out and get some closure.

✮⋆˙ Loves red and black and star motif on her clothes!

✮⋆˙ She feels like she's constantly putting on a performance, even with the band. (She admits to herself she can be a little fake, or two faced... but it's all for the band's sucess.)

✮⋆˙ Has the biggest crush on Orion and has been trying to make Orion give her a chance pretty much since they met. Whenever she's with Orion she feels herself relax a little and she wishes Orion would feel the same way.

✮⋆˙ Every year on her birthday she records a cover from one of her favorite songs and uploads it on her personal channel. The most viewed is Misery Business by Paramore.

I have so many thoughts about her but it would get too long lol. I am not normal about her and Orion (and this IF, tbh) at all!!!

[nerawrites]

Before we start

Hello!!!!

Welcome to my first story happy you’re here :)))

First things first:

English is not my first language so I apologize for my spelling and grammar

This is the first peace I’ve ever post (don’t be brutal)

I don’t fully follow the story of the show

As I said above I won’t be strictly following the story line so some things that happened and in the background before the any of this takes place:

-placed in season two

-kitchen is almost finished

-Marcus, Tina, Ebra, and Richie aren’t gone yet.

-Clair and Camry are on a break in their relationship

Warnings: mental illness & use of medication

Character List | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |

***this is back story before we start the actual story

“Alicia” pov -Lloris

If there is one thing I hated most it was yelling. Something about it is crippling, so damaging and violent yet not physical about it. I’ve been surrounded by yelling all my life yet every single time it is meant for me I crumble. Frozen; not moving, the only things that move are tears that fall out of my eyes.

Like Newton’s third law of “every action has a reaction” it happens every single time even with me trying to keep control of it.

I don’t remember when this reaction started but it’s always been a part of me. The funny thing is that I have worked in a kitchen for most of my life. A kitchen is like a portal to hell being in a constant dumpster fire no matter how nice it is. There’s something so beautiful yet ugly about it. All the yelling, emotions, and the invisible constant timer ticking every microsecond ready to sound; the special thing is that it’s never geared towards anyone. But I’ve never always felt like this.

Jobs in my early career were a bit of a mess, both physically and mentally. At the start, the yelling got to me and reminded me of why I was in the kitchen in the first place to escape. It also gave me the name that followed me everywhere, “Llorona” which I got from a line cook in my first restaurant. It meant “crybaby” in Spanish. I hated this nickname but I knew it was true. I’m forever grateful for an old chef telling me to leave and get help. I think they probably meant it as an insult but I did it anyway. Took years but thanks to new jobs, therapy, and medication I became a different person in the kitchen. That stupid name still followed me everywhere I went somehow, I even started going by that name and just shortened it (Lloris). Luckily I used this to my advantage.

Jobs I took in the kitchen were from far and wide, meaning I took any job that was offered to me and I mean any from a dinky restaurant dishwasher to exposition in a Michelin-star restaurant. As long as I was able to be in the kitchen it didn’t matter. This taught me a lot about how a kitchen worked. It was those starting jobs that gave me a name that I was known for in the cooking world. I never thought I would get any type of spotlight for doing something I just loved doing. The thing was I was only fine being known for my cooking, not me. I did work arounds to try my best to show my work but not be shown if that makes sense. Like never giving my legal name to anyone but going by a name I was already known for “Lloris”, sticking to a certain area of the states (the south), never doing interviews that were videotaped, and only getting pictures taken of my food. Some kitchens I worked with understood while others didn’t. I know at times it seems too much work doing all of this. It felt worth it to me. My so-called “name” rises from my work while the other part of me is kept concealed and only what’s important is being shown.

Everything was starting to look up for me. Life was good and my job was good, nothing to complain about. But then it wasn’t; it was a long night and even a longer working day as I stayed up the night before trying to perfect the recipe for a diner showing because of an incoming critique. This was not for the critique but for me “Lloris”. This was important to me and my career like there was nothing else in my life worth doing at the moment but perfecting this dish was gonna be a stepping stone to taking me to the next level. The pressure was on everyone: the head chef, servers, dishwashers, and both stations and junior chefs. I was in panic mode making sure the presentation was perfect and then sending them out to customers not having time to relax as I had to work on the presentation of the next dish coming to my table. Then it all went to shit. Maybe it was from not getting any sleep to probably forgetting to take my medication but all I saw before I blanked out was the head chef yelling face turning red as they got closer to me. Who knows what they said all I could put together was something about forgetting to put the garnish on the critic's dish. It was like almost all these years of improvement did nothing as I did what always used to happen. Except this time it was different unlike all the other times I didn’t freeze and I just really wanted the yelling to stop. I never believed I could do this but I just threw food at the head chef's face. Simply mauled his face by throwing a hot steak. I couldn’t believe what I had just done, and neither did the rest of the kitchen as the usually loud space went completely silent. I let go of the plate I was holding from disbelief causing it to shatter to the ground.

After that, the only thing I could do was run away, and so I did without leaving a chance for anyone to speak. Still in my chef whites leaving my belongings there. I felt disappointed, all that work I did just to mess it up ruined everything I as Lloris created. I couldn’t go back, I just couldn’t, I wanted to leave this life and relocate and so I did. I left everything. The first thing I did was shower get and change into anything else but those reched clothes and packed a bag of all my important documents. The next day I closed the lease in the place I was living in, sold everything I could, and donated the rest that belonged to me, even my phone. I wanted nothing that would remind me of the place I was leaving behind. I look at that time and see how much I moved on impulse. After getting rid of everything I just caught a cab to the airport and took the flight that was coming the soonest, Chicago. I didn’t know any-fucking-thing about Chicago being exempt for having the fucking bean, perfect. When I landed it was night so I stayed in the airport till daylight. Took another cab to a public library to use their computers to get the address and book a hotel, an Airbnb, and find the nearest store where I could get a phone.

I look back at these times to realize how much of a crazy bitch I was for doing this but also lucky as hell as it worked out. Also let’s appreciate all these years of slaving at my job, barely eating, and never going out unless necessary that made this move possible.

Couple weeks passed now still at the same Airbnb going to interviews for jobs luckily restaurant wanted me after an interview. Gave them an old resume not with all my experience but enough with one good recommendation, and made up a story on why I was in Chicago. This time it was gonna be a different, fresh start as Alicia and not Lloris. The place where I’m going to start working is called “The Bear”. Fuck knows what that means but hey the place was up in coming with the really cute famous chef as the owner that I’ve never interacted with. What could go wrong?

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AUTHORS NOTE

How was it y’all

Pls let me know thoughts

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Chapter 13

I hope you all enjoy! please comment and reblog and tell me what u enjoyed <3

MASTAPOST

The reality hit Maddie like a truck, once they’d ferried the kids home, and returned to Fentonworks. Bruce Wayne had excused himself, and went back to his hotel after bidding farewell to them.

That left her and Jack alone on the couch. Jazz was upstairs, probably studying psychology and sciences, on her way to be a genius just like her family.

Just like Danny.

Tears wracked Madeline. Jack was openly sobbing at the couch. Not the silly way he would sometimes cry at small things that he would get over quickly. Maddie could feel the bone-deep anger and grief seeping through her and her husband.

She needed to tell Jazz. Tell her what had happened. But she dreaded the thought of talking to her daughter in this state. It wouldn’t do to give her the news and then break down underneath Jazz’s feet.

That thought didn’t do much to stem the tide. Maddie idly reached for the tea, cold from where they’d left it in the afternoon. The realization that this was happening again, again in the family, rocked her to her bones. Maddie’s mind conjured up images of blood over wooden floors, and red hair spilling out and covering still, dead eyes. Claw marks over a bruised throat.

She had trusted Danny. Loved him more than anything. What mother couldn’t trust their child? That sweet boy whose eyes sparkled with kindness and who jumped up and down on dreams of seeing the stars. His kindness meant he gave anything a chance. She had thought she’d lost him. She had raged and tore through everything and everyone and suddenly, through no result of her actions, he came.

And now he was gone again. Taken, just like her great-great-grandpappy. Just like so many others across the world. Just like Alicia’s son. Never to be seen again.

There had to be a way, an answer. There had to be some kind of inconsistency in the data. Something that could show the path forward, a path where her baby boy could still be out there and able to returned home safe.

Maddie descended the stairs into the labs, ready to look over dusty notebooks, and old journals. Jack followed her soon after, not a word exchanged between them.

To say Bruce Wayne was shaken was an understatement. That girl, Samantha, had no idea what she was talking about. All Bruce was interested in was the safety of his son and Daniel Fenton, and the pursuit of justice.

That didn’t mean she would’ve had a point, once upon a time. How Jason came back, but it wasn’t a joyous celebration, but the beginning of more pain, more misunderstanding and accusation. How Damian first came to them. He had a son who had finally returned home, but there was no celebration then either.

They had just started to get along again. They were this close to being happy.

Bruce held his head in his hands. He needed to review the facts again. The facts, the players, the unknowns and mysteries. Damian just had to be out there, he just had to.

Sirens, the GiW, the Fentons… Where to begin?

A message pinged on his comm. It was from Tim. Had he finished sifting through the files?

Bruce opened his laptop, seeing an email with attached analysis and files. Good work, Tim. He knows how hard it must be for him, to dedicate this effort into saving a brother with whom he had a very rocky start.

The email confirmed many of his suspicions. Tim was able to recover the majority of the files that Tucker Foley had attempted to destroy. Damning evidence showed Samantha and Tucker engaging directly against various sirens, using magic and technology respectively. Daniel Fenton was nowhere near such attacks, but his role as supplier to Phantom was clear. At several points over the last few months, the boy could be seen sneaking into secluded areas with experimental weapons and gadgets stuffed into his pockets, that would later be seen in the webbed hands of Phantom.

Daniel was hardly ever seen in the same vicinity as Phantom, or any other siren. That was not surprising. The kid wasn’t athletic in any way like Samantha, nor did he have her talent for the mystical arts. He didn’t have Tucker’s affinity for technology, either. That, combined with the obvious discomfort around his parents’ grudge against sirens meant that it was reasonable he’d avoid being seen around sirens at all costs, while silently supporting them from the background.

The kid had his convictions, was for sure. But what kind of motive would cause the boy to do such a thing? Going against his parents was normal, almost ubiquitous at that age range. Did this trio harbour desires of becoming a hero, like Dick and Jason and all others that followed?

Tucker Foley kept Tim and the Batcomputer out for half an hour with nothing but a laptop. Sam Manson had an incredible drive to do right, and a less impressive sense of restraint (it pained him how much of his children that reminded him).

It was clear they had the hearts of heroes, and the potential too. But those desires landed his children in immense pain over the years, failures Bruce would regret for the rest of his days, and now those same failures repeated once more.

He needed to do this, for them.

The GiW were suspect. He would need to direct the Batcave into cracking their secrets open. Those men could not be trusted one bit. Not their DNA test, not their documents, not their badges. And certainly not for their CSI skills. They didn’t even report whether there were signs of a struggle on the island where Damian’s blood was found!

And for what motives did the sirens even abduct people in the first place? The more he considered, the more the GiW’s explanation of Damian being devoured seemed like utter bullshit. He hoped that was not denial speaking.

Bruce began to plan.

His phone rang. He ignored it. He formed a list of contacts to call upon for advice and consultation.

His phone rang again. He made a web of connections to the Fentons.

His phong rang, rang, rang again. A collage of every unsolved missing persons’ case ‘from the last twenty years.

The phone answered itself on speaker. It jolted Bruce from his work. Alfred’s stern voice sounded out. “Master Bruce, you are spiraling again, sir.”

Bruce hummed. “I’m working, Alfred.”

“Yes, I know. However, in your pursuit to discover Master Damian’s whereabouts, I must remind you that your other children still need their father. Master Timothy is on his eighth cup of coffee, and Master Richard has sent twelve common crooks to the emergency room. Master Jason had to calm him down, sir. They need you, sir.” Alfred stressed.

Bruce stood up, his back cricking from the strain of hunching over documents and files. He stared at the growing pile of papers on his desk and tabs on his laptop, before sweeping them all to the side.

“You’re right, Alfred. Thank you for reminding me.”

Why? Why? Why, why, why, why why? That was the question running through the Fenton parents’ heads as they combed over observations, data, charts, and historical records. The documents and files sprawled out over the floor of the lab. They had to find the connection, if there was one out there.

Why did the sirens abduct humans?

Despite what the goons in white thought, the biologist in Maddie found herself doubting it was all for food. Considering their latest population estimates, the amount of humans required to sustain siren numbers was completely impractical.

Ok, maybe they don’t have to eat humans, but do it as a luxury?

Such a hypothesis would have seemed more plausible, had there not been a plethora of new data counteracting that point. The Amity Island sirens pursued a number of different goals, very few of which overlapped, very few of which involved eating humans in any way. If there was an incentive to eat humans or even just abduct, then far, far more people would’ve been grabbed off the piers and beaches, even if Phantom could stop them all.

That lead to another question. Why would the sirens of Amity not even bother with abductions for the most part, when the majority of sightings and suspected siren incidents were brought to light because of the missing people?

Maddie kicked the wall. The impact resounded and echoed through the room.

Jack wrapped his arms around her waist tenderly, a calm presence. Maddie’s heart relaxed a little, the scent of chocolate bringing her back to warm nights with the kids. “You know this reminds me of a story grandpa Fenton told me about when he was a kid back during the war.” Jack said quietly. “His grandpa used to be a surveyor or analyst or some kind of smart guy at some big factory, makin’ planes to fight the Japanese. One morning he was banging his head on the desk.”

Maddie wasn’t sure where Jack was going with this, but she nodded for him to continue.

“And so Grandpa Fenton asked him, ‘Gramps, what’s the big deal?’ and great great grandpa showed him these pictures. They showed where bullet holes would appear, said it was to design better armour for ‘em. But the strangest thing was that none of the bullet holes were in the engines or near the tail. Gramps was seriously worked up about it! Spent all day pacin’ back and forth.”

Maddie gasped. Jack continued, although trailing off. “Anyway when Grandpa Fenton told me about it, all I could think of was how nice that they had planes comin’ back anyway. Have you seen the casualty rates for those things? Gave me the stuff of nightmares!”

Information whirled through Maddie’s head.

“And that’s how I gave up my dreams of being a fighter pilot!”

“Jack, you’re a genius!” She shouted. Jack blinked.

“Huh? What for?”

Maddie jumped up and kissed her amazing husband. This was a breakthrough.

It was survivorship bias. The reason none of the planes returning had bullet holes in the engines and lower fuselage was because the planes that had taken hits there were too damaged to return in the first place!

They were too busy looking at what they could see and not spending enough time looking for what they couldn’t. Jack’s great, great grandpa needed to look at the situation holistically, and from there it would all make sense.

What did that mean?

Sirens were crafty. And as they learnt from the attacks on Amity, they were petty, ambitious, power-hungry, lustful, and vengeful, among many other insidious attributes.

She and Jack had been fixating on the missing people cases, but what if those cases were only a small number of the illicit criminal dealings these monsters had been unknowably perpetrating in the human world? And if sirens can commit many, many other crimes than mindlessly violence and murder, then that means there could be any number of other reasons they could abduct a human.

If they wanted revenge or to satisfy their bloodlust, would they not have left a body somewhere? But no such body of either Damian Wayne or Danny was found. If they ate the boys, then the blood would’ve attracted sharks, but no sharks were to be found either.

Terrifying scenarios passed through Maddie’s mind. Slavery, trafficking, arena fighting. Any number of horrendous crimes that would not require any spilt blood. Horrors unimaginable for a woman to see her child suffer through. But a tiny, faint light shone through all of them: hope.

Because she had reason now to believe Danny and Damian Wayne were alive, out there somewhere, praying for their parents to come save them from the nightmare.

Jack blinked, expression blank. “You know I don’t mind staring at your beautiful face for hours, but I feel like there’s something you’ve figured out.”

Maddie’s eyes turned steely and determined. “Jack, get the SAV ready. We’re going on a hunt.”

The only one who knew where the boys were was Phantom, and Maddie would extract every secret that menace kept, even if it meant tearing him apart. Molecule. By. Molecule.

[loving-daisy]

Cry For Me | George Weasley x Reader

Masterlist | Cry For Me Masterlist 

Chapter 12 - Cry For Me 

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: Angst

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One tear is all it takes.

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Finally, the most awaited night commences—The Yule Ball.

There stood George Weasley beside his twin, Fred, both in their lavishing set of suits as they waited for their dates, the set of best friends Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet. Fred could feel the sweat in his palms as he anticipated Angelina. He was, after all, dating the girl, but this event was their first official date. He fancied the girl too much to make a fool of himself today. Today had to be perfect. 

George, on the other hand, didn’t really think too much about the ball. A fortnight has passed since he came down to the Slytherin dungeons, attempting to talk to his Slytherin in hopes of clearing the air between them again. But to no avail; there were no signs of the girl, even as the days have passed. And so, George halted his hope, assuming that he would eventually hear of the girl’s return when she did, as she was often the talk of the castle after all. 

Every head in the hall suddenly turned towards the entrance. The gents’ eyes shone in awe at the sight, the ladies’ heads enveloped with mesmerization, some with jealousy, as the Slytherin queen entered the hall. 

Effortlessly beautiful, Y/N Icestone shines brighter than all the stars in the sky combined. 

She descends the staircase like the royalty she is. A stunning white corset with hints of tiny diamonds all over and a puff in each sleeve embraces her frame perfectly like a doll, paired with her long bouffant skirt that falls off her legs. And on top of her head was a tiara. The one that labeled her as the next Lady Malfoy.

George didn’t expect the Slytherin to show up today, especially at the Yule Ball, a gathering of all sorts. He knew that the girl wasn’t fond of gatherings like this. But how come today was an exception? 

The boy raised his brows in shock, jaw slightly dropping at the sight of the beautiful girl. The ginger was frozen in his spot as if an ice queen had tortured him there. 

But it’s true. 

The ginger was being tortured by his own ice queen, and he couldn’t help but feel the acid in his stomach go up as he spotted the Slytherin queen accepting the offering hand of the very own Slytherin prince. 

Y/N moved through the crowd, her eyes scanning the room. As she passed by George, she noticed him staring—she noticed how he seemed to be lost in thought, caught up in whatever was running through his mind.

For a moment, she considered stopping, acknowledging him. But she chose not to. 

Her lips pressed into a thin line as she kept walking, the faintest trace of a smile playing on her lips, but it was one of amusement—perhaps even a little pity—for the ginger boy who couldn’t seem to look away despite having a date of his own.

As Y/N walked past him, George couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment that washed over him. He had been staring, sure, but she had noticed—and she hadn’t even spared him a second glance. It stung more than he wanted to admit.

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The Great Hall was quite impressive. Floating candles cast a gentle golden glow around the area as magical snowflakes floated lazily above the pupils' heads. The Weird Sisters' music filled the air, mixed with laughing and the odd clinking of glasses as students from all four Hogwarts Houses, together with Durmstrang and Beauxbaton students, danced and mingled together.

George Weasley stood by the edge of the dance floor, his eyes fixated on Y/N Icestone, like everyone else, who was caught in conversation with her friends. 

He couldn’t help himself—he had been watching her all evening, unable to look away from the way her gown caught the light, the way her small smile seemed to draw all the warmth in the room toward her.

Y/N Icestone had been the star of the evening, her presence magnetic. She had already shared a dance with Draco Malfoy, who had smirked his way through their waltz, clearly enjoying the attention it garnered.

George Weasley leaned against a pillar near the dance floor, his jaw tight as he watched.

"Are you going to stand there sulking all night, or are you going to do something about it?" Fred teased as he approached, clearly aware of George’s dilemma.

George grumbled something incoherent, but Fred's teasing shove sent him stumbling forward.

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As Y/N and Draco approached the drinks table, George ambled over, still trying to get a sense of what exactly he should do with himself. 

He was never one to back down from a challenge, and if there was one thing he knew how to do, it was disrupt a Slytherin’s evening.

Draco was the first to spot him, of course.

"Weasley," Draco sneered, his usual disdain evident as he ran a hand through his platinum-blonde hair. "Enjoying the festivities?"

George flashed a grin, his usual carefree attitude in full force. "Enjoying it? You could say I’m thrilled, Malfoy." He raised his glass in mock toast. 

"And you? I see you're here with the stunning Y/N Icestone." He threw a playful wink in Y/N’s direction, knowing exactly what kind of reaction he was going to get from Draco.

The Icestone heir, however, raised an eyebrow, unamused by the jab. She didn’t want to be rattled, especially by George Weasley. She simply took a sip of her drink, her expression unreadable. "If you're finished with the jokes, Weasley," she said coolly, her voice smooth, "maybe you could go back to your friends and leave us to our evening."

George's grin widened. "Oh, I don’t think so, Icestone. I’m just getting started. After all, who could resist a chance to witness Malfoy’s dazzling dance moves?"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "Don’t push it, Weasley," he growled, stepping a little closer. "You really think I’m going to let you ruin this evening? Maybe you should take your mischievous little act elsewhere."

Y/N shot Draco a quick glance, and then, to George’s surprise, she spoke with a certain calmness as if trying to keep the peace. "Draco, relax. He's just trying to get a rise out of you."

"Yeah," George chimed in, still grinning. "Just having a little fun. You know, like I always do." He looked at Y/N again, his tone slightly teasing. "I didn’t think you were into the whole Malfoy vibe, Icestone. I thought you liked someone with a little more... charm."

The girl’s lips curled into a subtle, knowing smile. "And I suppose you're the picture of charm, Weasley?" She raised an eyebrow, clearly unamused by his boldness. "Maybe I like someone who doesn’t try so hard."

George's eyes gleamed. "Ouch," he said dramatically. "You wound me, Icestone. But seriously, Malfoy?"

Draco’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, but Y/N, once again, stepped in between them. "Enough, both of you," she said, her voice sharper this time. "It’s Christmas, for Merlin’s sake. Don’t you think you’ve caused enough trouble for one night?"

George’s grin faltered slightly. "Alright, alright," he said, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. "I was just having a laugh."

The girl turned to Draco, her voice softening. "Come on, Draco. Let's just enjoy the rest of the night."

Draco shot one last glare at George, then reluctantly nodded. "Fine, fine. But if he does anything else to ruin this night, I will hex him into next week."

The girl shot him a look. "Not tonight, Draco. Enjoy yourself."

“I’m getting myself a drink.” declared Draco as he left Y/N’s side. 

Turning to face the Gryffindor, the Slytherin suddenly became cold in demeanor, eyes shooting daggers toward the ginger. “What are you doing, Weasley?” she demanded, crossing her arms. 

George frowned, crossing his arms above his chest as he looked at the Slytherin. “I haven’t seen you in a while. Care to explain?” He asked, earning an eye roll from Y/N.

“I have nothing to say to you, Weasley. Leave me alone.” She seethed, clearly angry at the ginger.

George sighed. “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry for last time. If you could just let me explain-” 

“No, George. It’s over. I don’t want to hear it.” hissed the Icestone heir.

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The festivities continued at the Great Hall, where most of the students present had either been dancing the night away or consuming more alcohol than they could handle.  The air was alive with the sound of laughter, clinking goblets, and the faint hum of holiday magic.

George remained seated at the shared table among Gryffindors in his same year. Due to George's foul mood, his date, Alicia, has been long gone. They didn’t even dance nor hardly spoke to each other tonight. George’s attention was on something else. Someone else. And Alicia decided to just enjoy the night without him. 

After some time, George is joined by Harry and Ron, who are unhappy with their dates and the ball in general. 

“You guys look like you’re having the time of your lives,” said Fred as he approached the table, coming from his dance with Angelina. 

George rolled his eyes at his twin while the younger Gryffindors groaned. 

“Look at her! She didn’t even tell me that Viktor bloody Krum asked her to the ball!” complained Ron. 

George’s eyes trailed towards Hermione Granger, who grinningly stepped away from Durmstrang’s champion and approached a table to sit herself down. 

“You’ve been eyeing her all night, dear brother. Why not go and ask her to dance?” George encouraged Ron as he patted his younger brother’s back. 

“I would, but only if you ask Y/N Icestone to dance.” Ron challenged. 

George rolled his eyes, his face flushing with embarrassment. “I can’t just walk up to her like that. She literally ignored me earlier. I’ve probably already made a fool of myself.”

“Either ask her to dance or I will.” Fred’s grin was all a challenge.

George straightened, a flicker of determination crossing his face. “Like you’d stand a chance.”

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“Viktor Krum, huh.” Y/N began, sitting beside the wise Gryffindor, a star on her own. 

“Y/N. You look beautiful.” Hermione complimented, causing Y/N to express a shy smile. 

“Me? Well, look at you! You’re gorgeous! If I were a boy, I’d offer you a hand and bring you to the dance floor myself.” The Slytherin stated, making the girl in a purple gown laugh. 

“Drink?” Hermione offered; the Slytherin girl accepted the goblet and took a sip, aiming to quench her thirst from mingling with other people. 

Everything was quiet until she felt a slight tap on her shoulder, making her look at the intruder. 

“Dance with me?” 

The Slytherin narrowed her eyes towards the ginger, face showing no emotion but her head full of questions as to why her enemy turned friend turned lover turned friend turned enemy again was offering her a dance. 

She feigned a cough, rolling her eyes before answering, “You must be out of your mind, Weasley.” 

Unfortunately for Icestone, the ginger was unfazed by her indirect rejection, not retrieving his offering hand towards the Slytherin. “You didn’t even answer my question.” 

Y/N scoffed. “With you? Absolutely not.” 

With the Gryffindor finally retrieving his hand and abruptly placing it into his pocket, he questioned, “Why not?” 

Once again, the girl scoffed, ascending from her seat before crossing her arms around her chest. “I think you know very well as to why.” She began. “I despise you, everything you are!” 

The boy smirked. “Liar.” 

“That makes the two of us.” The girl snapped as she fixed her lovely gown and snaked her hand to the arm of the Gryffindor ginger. 

The couple made their way towards the side of the dance floor, clearly not wanting to be the center of attention because, for sure, they’d be the gossip of the whole school. To be really honest, they’d still be the gossip of the entire school just by deciding to dance with each other, in the center of the dance floor or merely at the sides. The tale of two ex-lovers from rivaling houses reunited publicly as they ditch their dates and dance the night away. Lovely headline, don’t you think? 

George carefully placed his right hand at the waist of the Slytherin girl, his touch feather-like as if the girl was made out of fine china. Delicate. His warm hand clutched the opposite hand of the girl, holding it gently as it perfectly fits his own as if it was destined to be for him.

Meanwhile, the girl partially had her attention on the floor, watching her golden shoes, careful not to trip on her gown. Somehow, all her confidence from earlier was discombobulated. 

Her legs were wobbly, and her stomach dropped as her veins felt like it was flowing with electricity as soon as she felt his skin against hers. Abruptly placing her left hand on the shoulder of the tall ginger, she glanced at the boy before her, only to find that the Gryffindor had already been staring at her.

The halls were filled with majestical music sounds from bewitched classical instruments. The piano conveys simple elegance as it contrasts the dominant sound of different strings. 

The couple danced through the tunes with the steps they practiced in that one session with McGonagall and Snape. The boy led the girl as he twirled her around, making her feel like she was flying through the sky. 

Y/N Icestone could not deny the adrenaline, serotonin, and dopamine spike as she swayed with the Gryffindor. He was the best among the men she had danced through the night. Mainly because she felt her fragile heart leaping with joy. 

As the music swirled around them, the two of them fell into a comfortable rhythm, moving together with surprising ease. There was a spark between them, a little playful energy that made the dance feel more like a conversation than a formal waltz.

The first tune played by. Then, the second and the third. Then, the fourth and the fifth. As the magical night progressed, a lot has changed. The pairs in the middle of the dance floor have rotated, some retrieving to their seats to breathe while some deciding to finally let their body move to the beat. One thing hasn’t changed, though. 

The couple was still glued together. 

Even after the countless dance pieces the couple shared, George’s eyes did not leave the doll-like face of the Slytherin queen. He was studying, examining, and memorizing every inch and corner of her beautifully structured face. 

Meanwhile, Y/N’s eyes purposely avoided the ginger’s because she thought that if she reciprocated the look the boy had been sending her since she entered the hall, he would be able to see right into her soul. He would be able to unlock and free what Y/N Icestone had been burying deep inside her for weeks. He would be able to find out how she still loves him and how he’s still the one she’s after all these weeks, despite their heartbreaking encounter at the astronomy tower. 

Finding the next interesting thing besides the boy she’s dancing with, she can’t help but direct her eyes towards the Gryffindor girl she’d known to be Alicia Spinnet. That’s precisely when reality hit her. 

Reality hit her like a thousand bricks being thrown at her. It hit her like the unwanted cold from the dryness of winter. It hit her like the pouring rain where she had no means of cover. It hit her like a sword piercing through her heart, and she had no shield to defend herself from it. 

Y/N Icestone’s heart sank. This moment with George was the happiest moment she had ever had in all her years attending the wizarding school combined, but she didn’t know if it would ever happen again. She didn’t even know if she would still be able to talk to the boy or even see the boy after this night. 

Turning her attention away from the date of the boy she was dancing with, her eyes landed on the familiar blonde, who was now talking to Pansy Parkinson. She frowned. 

George's hand slid lower on the Slytherin’s hips, causing the girl to finally direct her attention towards him, narrowing her eyes at the ginger. The Gryffindor plastered a wide grin, making the girl’s heart skip a beat. 

A few moments later, Y/N became conscious of how she looked under the tall boy, so she looked up at him and raised a brow. 

“Did your mother ever tell you that it's rude to stare? You’ve been giving me the same look ever since I entered the hall.” She spoke, breaking the long silence in their cloud. 

George smirked. “So you noticed how I couldn’t take my eyes off you but didn’t do anything about it.” 

The girl scoffed. “I don’t reckon I must do something about it, Weasley. It’s not my fault.”

The Gryffindor softly chuckled, shaking his head. “But it's partially your fault. I can’t just help but admire your face, Icestone.” 

“And why is that?” Icestone pinned. 

“It looks so disgusted,” George pointed out, “Cheer up, will you? Or else people will think you’re having a bad night because of me.” 

The Slytherin furrowed her brows. “Well, that’s because I’m dancing with you.” She uttered.

George’s smirk grew wider. “You’re so obsessed with me. You love to hate me.” He teased.

Y/N raised a brow towards the ginger. “Tell me, what makes you different, Weasley? I mean, I was not the one who came striding down the hall to ask me for a dance.” 

George was about to answer until he said,

“Ow!” George winced. “You stepped on my bloody shoe!” 

The girl’s face turned crimson, slightly embarrassed. “That’s because you’re not giving me enough space!” She pulled back slightly, looking utterly mortified.

George held onto her tighter, his grin easing the tension. “Well, you know what they say, Icestone. Keep your friends close but your enemies closer.” 

Y/N groaned at the boy.

The dance had been unexpected, even for George, but something about Y/N’s steady confidence—her challenge—had kept him from backing out. The banter, the little teasing moments… it was all part of something that felt less about formality and more about enjoying the moment.

As the song shifted into a slower, softer tune, George found himself looking at the Slytherin again, studying her. Though perfectly styled, her hair had started to soften around her face with movement, and her expression was still that perfect blend of calm and sharp intelligence. But now, there was a faint flush on her cheeks—a hint of something unguarded as they both relaxed after their whirlwind dance.

The girl noticed his gaze and smirked, raising an eyebrow. "What is it, Weasley?"

George laughed, trying to think of a quick retort, but there was something in the way Y/N Icestone looked at him—half-amused, half-curious—that made him pause for a second.

“One more dance?” He asked.

The Icestone heir rolled her eyes. “One last dance.” 

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The music shifted again, this time moving into a slower, almost romantic melody. As the couple moved back onto the floor, George found himself not just trying to impress the Icestone heir but genuinely enjoying how they moved together—still not a perfect waltz, but a natural rhythm. The room around them faded, and it was just the two of them, swaying to the music, each step in sync, each turn smooth.

"How are you so good at this?" Y/N’s voice, soft and low, broke the silence between them.

George tilted his head, a little surprised by the question. "Dancing? Me?" he asked, half-laughing. "I just follow the music. The same way I follow the jokes."

The girl’s gaze softened as she looked at him. George thought he saw a glimmer of something different in her eyes for a split second—a softness that wasn’t there before. But just as quickly, she blinked, and it was gone, her expression settling back into its usual composed form.

As the music drew to a close, George and Y/N slowly came to a stop, still standing in the center of the floor as they continued to hold each other.

“Let go of my hand.” The Slytherin whispered.

“Then let go of mine.” The ginger challenged.

Still not moving from their position, the girl huffed, rolling her eyes. “Get your hand off my waist, Weasley.” She demanded.

George grinned. “YOU get your hand off my shoulder, Icestone.” 

The girl shook her head at the ginger’s antics. “You’re a nightmare.” 

George chuckled, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. He leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice just enough that only Y/N could hear. “Ouch. I’m not your dream?” 

For a moment, Y/N looked surprised by the sudden closeness of the boy, her expression softening. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the usual confident mask. “You’re just everything I love fearing, Weasley. You’re everything I need, and it’s so dumb.” 

George tilted his head, a little surprised by the response. “What are we?” He asked.

“We?” The Slytherin furrowed her brows. “There’s no we.” 

George felt the weight of her words. “Yes, there was. And there is now and even tomorrow. What are we?” 

Y/N stared at him for a long moment, then broke the silence with a sigh, her voice almost softer than usual. “We’re not who we used to be.” 

George shook his head. “Tell me something I don’t already know.” 

Y/N pushed past him as she headed towards the refreshment table. “Weasley, we’re toxic. Right from the start. Right until the end.” 

Quickly following her, George answered, “It doesn’t have to be that way.” 

The girl rolled her eyes at the boy’s statement. “As I told you earlier, George, it’s over between us.”

As Y/N stood by the refreshment table, she reached for a glass of firewhisky, quickly chugging down the drink. The girl turned to face the ginger with an unamused look on her face. 

“Why did you even ask me to dance, George? Were you plotting how to stay in my head?” She asked. 

George crossed his arms, smirking. “Did it work?” 

The girl groaned. “Stay away from me, Weasley.” She cautioned, her nerves starting to get fired up. 

“I can’t,” George replied. 

“Yes,” She hissed. “Yes, you can.”

George frowned as he shook his head. “No. I can’t.”

Y/N sighed. “Why not then?” 

“I…I can’t explain it,” murmured George, looking down at the floor.

The girl sighed once again. “You’ll only be a heartbreak for me, George Weasley.” She whispered. 

“No.” George stammered.

“We had only and nothing but time, Weasley. But some things just change overnight. You’re not the same as before. We had our good days, but we just fucked it up. So, this is goodbye, Weasley.” Y/N blurted.

The ginger looked up at the girl, brows raised in shock. “Don’t tell me you’re still planning on marrying bloody Draco Malfoy.” He grumbled.

The Icestone heir rolled her eyes at the ginger. “Then I won’t.” 

“What do you think you’re doing Icestone?! Are you mad?! You don’t belong to Malfoy!” George bellowed as he grabbed both Y/N’s arms. 

Y/N gritted her teeth as she forced her hand away from the grip of the fuming Weasley. “I belong to nobody, George. Not to Malfoy and not to you. I own myself and no one else. Hope that doesn’t bother you. Now, mind your own business and leave me be.” 

“But it does!” The Gryffindor grumbled, his hands running down his hair in distress. 

“It does bother me. It bothers me so much I can’t sleep at night, I can’t eat properly, and I, bloody hell, can not go a day without thinking of you beside me and in my arms, where you belong. I fancy you, Y/N Icestone. I want you. I need you. I really do.” He continued.

The Slytherin shook her head. “I don’t believe you, George.”

“But it's true --”

“No, you don’t, George!” Y/N bellowed. “You just want the thought of me. Not me. You’re in love with the fact that despite you trashing my heart like a piece of rubbish, I still chase for you. You’re in love with the fact that there’s someone like me who’s still after you. So no, I don’t believe you, George!” 

“Then how can I make you?” He pleaded.

“Even if you try, then how can I? After everything you have done to me, you can’t just possibly believe that I would trust you after everything you put me through. I’m sick of you, George. So, so sick of you!” The girl cried.

“But-”

“Save it, Weasley! You had your chance and you blew it away. We’re done, George. For good this time.” She snapped.

“Forgiveness!” George blurted out. 

“What?” Y/N asked, slightly taken aback. 

George took hold of the girl’s hands again, gently squeezing hers as he said, “If you can’t trust me, then at least forgive me. I beg you to forgive me, Icestone. For everything.” 

Y/N shook her head. “It’s not that easy --” 

George nodded. “You can curse me. Curse me as much as you want, Icestone. Curse me until your hatred turns into anger. As long as you let everything out, we can return to how we used to.” He pleaded.

“...”

“Merlin! Anything! Just tell me what I should do so you can forgive me. I would do anything. For your forgiveness.” The Gryffindor murmured, desperation in his eyes as he stared at Y/N’s cold ones.

After a few moments of silence, the Slytherin finally answered,

“Cry for me.” She demanded.

“What?” 

“Cry for me.” She repeated. “I want you to cry for me. Just like I cried, even if it's just pretend, cry for me.”  

With that, she turned and gracefully walked away, leaving George standing there alone and confused.

End of Chapter 12

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Author’s note: Fun fact: This is my favorite chapter of my Cry For Me series because this is the first chapter that I have ever written. Yup, I wrote this before I developed the other chapters. Ready for the last chapter? x Daisy 

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Currently cooking up an AU heavily inspired by the magical girl concept.

And I am going ahead and making Danny a girl in this AU.

Her name is Danae, pronounced exactly the same as Danny.

Yes it's because I think Vlad hearing "Danny" and being convinced it's short for Danielle, is funny.

Mostly because I've also loved the AU that Maddie isn't short for Madeline but some other name, like Madison, since I was 14 myself.

I've just always thought it suited Vlad's character, and his more or less parasocial (remember they haven't seen each other since the Vlad's accident before the 20 year reunion happens, this is 100% parasocial) obsession with Maddie that her real name doesn't actually matter to him.

He loves her as an object, a prize to be one and then flaunted/hoarded as the mood strikes him.

We know this from the episode where Danny goes back in time to mess with Vlad's accident, and Vlad ends up married to Maddie.

Because unlike Maddie and Jack who're ecstatically happy and ridiculously in love with each other even after 20 years.

Maddie Masters is unhappy in her marriage and constantly lies to her husband, and Vlad is completely dismissive of Maddie's continued interest in ecto-science and pressured her into giving it up.

Personally I love it when the nickname actually comes from her middle name, and her first name is something completely different like Amelia.

But she's gone by Maddie for most of her life because Amalia and Alicia (her older sister) sound pretty similar, and both start with the same letter, and end with the same two letters. And she was sick of getting called Alicia by teachers who'd previously had Alicia as a student.

[Can you tell me and my older sister have very similar sounding names, that start with the same letter, and end with the same two letters. And I spent most of elementary school getting called her name by teachers.]

But enough about Vlad's misogyny and inability to view women as anything more than objects. Back to the AU I was originally talking about.

Magical girl Danae.

Who I can't decide if I want her magical girl alter ego to be Phantom. Considering in canon how Phantom operates is 100% based on superheroes, and not magical girls.

With all of Phantom's abilities being treated as superpowers and not magic, and the use of scientific gadgets to supplement where said superpowers don't suffice.

I'm honestly leaning towards Phantom being like part of all the names of those in the magical girl group.

Like with Sailor Moon all their magical girl names have Sailor in them, or with the Star Guardians they're all Star Guardian Blahblahblah.

So Danae's magical girl name is Phantom Infinity, but most people only know her as Phantom, until other magical girls going by Phantom start showing up.

[Phantom Infinity is in reference to both Danae's love of Space, and her status as a being of protection of both the Infinite Realms and her home dimension.]

Danae however is still 100% a halfa, and remains the only 'turned' halfa other than Vlad himself. The others who join the Phantoms, aren't half ghosts.

They're magical girls by way of more stereotypical magical girl methods. IE being given power by an exterior force in order to fight to protect peace.

Anyways, yes, Danae does eventually gain the ability to turn people into magical girls. If, they're ecto contaminated to a certain level, and the person's personal ecto doesn't conflict with what Danny does to turn them into a magical girl.

Said magical girl gains magical girl powers an a transformation, but they don't get ghost abilities. At least not most of them.

Like Sam becomes Phantom Arcadia (she successfully fought off Undergrowth's claim on her, but adding Danae's own claim to her keeps him from ever being able to try it again as long as Danae's claim remains in place), Valerie is Phantom Athene (she joins the Phantoms after she learns the truth about Cujo, and Axiom Labs, and ghosts in general, which allows for Danae to transform her into a magical girl. Which also keeps Valerie from being at the mercy of Technus again), Paulina is Phantom Wondrous, and Star is Phantom Songstress.

As Aracdia Sam obviously has powers over plants, but also has a soothing aura towards animals in general. She doesn't command them into battle, because she's not comfortable enough to even try something like that, but she does influence them into wanting to leave the area of the battle.

Her powers are best described as influence (possibly even outright control) over the natural world. Her colors are purple with green and black accents.

Athene (Valerie) still has access to all of the ghost hunting gear like blasters that the suit Technus infused with her body. It's infused with her body after all. However it's not as anti-hero tech-y as it used to be, instead reformed and reshaped by her new magical girl magic.

Her powers is best explained as weapon manifestation. Her colors are now shades of Orange with no red (Red was chosen by Vlad, not Valerie), with black and yellow accents.

Valerie is one of the team who can fly, due to her having a bio-suit before becoming a magical girl.

Wondrous (Paulina) had no real influence from a specific ecto-being before her transformation, so her powers are based entirely on her own personality.

This being attention manipulation, the ability to move and shift an opponents attention how she wants. Most easily being able to pull it towards herself, but can also push someone's attention away from her, even to the point she more or less disappears from their perception. Her colors are primarily pink with blue accents.

Songstress (Star) is much like Paulina in that her powers are rooted in no one else but her own personality. Her powers are (obviously) based around music.

When first starting out they thought the extent of it was being able to influence the emotions of her opponents (which is pretty powerful when fighting ghosts), but the more they experimented the more they found she can do. She can sing songs that have different effects based on intention. Songs that heal, songs that make people sleep. It's eventually discovered that singing a song with someone else in a duet or as a group will boost the other person's own powers.

Her colors are blue with pink and orange accents.

Infinity's (Danae) ghostly powers are mostly the same to canon Danny's powers with a few exceptions/tweaks.

Primarily being that instead of sending blasts of energy out of various body parts (hands, fingers, eyes) Infinity manifests a magical girl wand and uses that as a conduit by default.

Which essentially placebo's her brain into thinking she can't use her powers without her wand summoned, which does prevent most of the embarrassing accidents and power mishaps Danny has in canon. But also fully locks her out of using her powers without her wand before meeting Vlad and learning he's also a halfa.

The other being a power (obviously) unique to her in this AU, this being Appointer of Champion(s). The power to give someone else a portion of her own power/energy, with certain rules and restrictions applied to it.

Which actually within this AU calls her to gain the same power classification as Desiree, who's a Wish Granter. This being the Bargainer classification, ecto beings who use deals of varying types to gain power by way of spending power.

Anyways Tucker can't be made a magical boy because he's a reincarnate soul who's thousands of years old.

And Duul Aman isn't going to give up he's accumulated power he'll be able to access once he's back in the afterlife, all so his current mortal lifetime can coast on some infant's power.

Boy has to man up and learn sorcery the old fashion way he did the first time around. (So Says Duul Aman. Who'd love to angrily shake his scepter and tell all these upstart brats to get off his lawn.)

Jazz can't be made a magical girl because she's extremely liminal, and has been so longer than Danae's been alive. She has a personal ecto signature that's too potent and too established for Danae to turn her without possibly wrecking her health in the process. So she remains a sci-fi action girl who uses the Peeler.

Anyways if you couldn't tell this is also based around those AUs were Danny, and Tucker were friends with Paulina, Dash, and Star back in elementary school.

But they have a falling out, or rather Dash and Tucker have a falling out, and the girls are made to pick sides. Over an accident, which boils down to Tucker tripping during lunch and spilling his food on Dash. Making him have to go to the office to change his clothes, resulting in multiple people asking if he'd had an accident (peed his pants).

Originally Danae tried to do her best to play mediator, while Star just wanted everything to blow over because it's not a big deal, but Paulina sided with Dash.

And someone openly siding with him just made him get louder and more insistent that he's right in the situation (even though it was a dumb argument over an accident). Escalating into him intentionally dumping his tray on Tucker the following day, in order to "make things even".

Which Tucker didn't appreciate at all, and went as far as to declare him and Dash not friends any more. Because Dash did this on purpose, while Tucker did it on accident.

Danae, having known Tucker her whole life and being fiercely loyal, instantly sided with him.

Paulina was of the opinion that Dash dumping the food on Tucker made things fair because both boys ended up humiliated and having to go change. So she thinks Tucker ending their friendship over it is a complete over reaction.

While Star was of the opinion that Dash intentionally dumping his food on Tucker was going over the line, and he should have just let it go. But also that Tucker immediately ending his friendship with Dash over getting food dumped on him was too far.

Considering Tucker was telling Dash that people would forget about him having to change his clothes in a few days and how it didn't matter. But it did matter. It mattered to Dash. Who Tucker inadvertently humiliated and didn't really sincerely apologies to.

Star eventually ends up remaining friends with Dash and Paulina. Because Tucker tells Danae that because Star didn't side with them, she sided with Dash, and if Danae keeps being friends with Star he doesn't want to be friends with her anymore either.

[The kids are like 6-7 year olds when this happen, and it happens over the course of a single school week.

By the end of the school year, Tucker's completely forgotten he'd ever said anything like that to Danae. Mostly because he never would have actually followed through with it, he was just angry.

Danae is basically his sister, he's known her his whole life. He'd never be able to just end his friendship with her the way he could with Dash, Paulina, and Star, who he'd only started hanging out with that school year. Danae isn't blood, but she's as good as, as far as the Foley family is concerned.

Heck Tucker barely even remembers the three-ish months where he was friends with Paulina, Dash and Star. Most of what he remembers is the blow out fight that ended it, and in his mind, the three of them ending up as A-lister bullies in high school only makes sense to him.

If you can't tell being the reincarnation of an ancient pharaoh who was worshiped as a living god by his subjects, along with being a doted upon single child as his current reincarnation, has resulted in Tucker being a bit self-centered in general. He's not evil though, just deeply flawed.]

A situation that results in Dash, Paulina, and Star hating Tucker for a pretty long while. Star mostly lets it go, but remains bitter over it. While Paulina and Dash are never really able to let go of their anger. It's a massive part of why Dash bullies Tucker specifically so much, and why Tucker, and Danae by association, end up as social outcasts.

So Paulina and Star get brought in after her and Danae start repairing their friendship. Dash gets kind of locked out of the dynamic for a pretty long while, under the guise of it all being "girl stuff".

Star befriended Valerie back in Middle School, while Dash befriended Kwan, which is how Valerie and Kwan end up as part of the A listers. With Star and Valerie ending up best friends, and Dash and Kwan ending up as best friends.

Tucker never really rebuilds any kind of friendship with Paulina, Star, or Dash. They can eventually work together without constantly insulting each other, but it takes a while.

Tucker doesn't even remember being friends with them in the first place. Only clearly remembering how said relationship ended, and just assumes they were probably crappy friends considering how they act now. So he's completely disinterested in trying to build a friendship with them beyond the potential for popularity.

Dash finds Tucker the most irritating guy in the world. Considering that for the few months they were friends, he considered Tucker his best friend. When they originally had their blow out fight, Dash spent basically the rest of that school year convinced he and Tucker would patch things up and be friends again by the following school year.

That's half the reason why Dash held the grudge for so long. The other half being that he heard from Star that Tucker basically forced Danae to stop being their friend.

Anyways this post got way too out of hand, and I have to stop it now or I'll never be done with it.

[adrianthevampire]

A Somewhat Comprehensive List of Horse Video Games

I will be editing this original post with new games, new information, and so on. If you see a reblogged version of this post, it is worth going to the original post to see if updates have been made.

Ahead will be a list of games that either were released recently and/or are being actively maintained. I have not personally played all of these games. Do not take this list as my personal recommendations.

If you have games you would like to suggest for this list, please let me know!

Some games are listed in both the Single Player and Multiplayer sections. This is due to them having the capability for either.

Single Player

The Ranch of Rivershine [Steam]

Horse Tales: Emerald Valley Ranch [Website, available for PC and consoles]

Rival Stars Horse Racing [Website]

Astride [Steam, Website]

Horse Club Adventures [Steam, also available on consoles]

Horse Club Adventures 2 [Steam, also available on consoles]

Wildshade Unicorn Champions [only available on consoles]

Tales of Rein Ravine [Steam]

Multiplayer

Rival Stars Horse Racing [Website]

Astride [Steam, Website]

Horse Isle 3 [Website]

Alicia Online [Website]

Star Stable Online [Website]

Star Equestrian [Website]

Browser

Horse Reality [Website]

Ropin' Ranch [Website]

Wild Horses Valley [Website]

Hunt and Jump [Website]

Mobile

Wildshade

Equestrian The Game

Star Equestrian

Rival Stars Horse Racing

Star Stable Online

Equestriad World Tour

Honorable Mentions

These are games that are not horse games technically but may have good horse gameplay, either in the base game or via user created content.

Red Dead Redemption 2/Red Dead Online/RedM

Minecraft

Roblox

The Sims 3 Pets

The Sims 4 Horse Ranch

Black Desert Online

Upcoming

Some but not all of these games have demos or paid beta testing, though none are officially available yet.

Fernhoof Grove [Trailer]

Unbridled: That Horse Game [Website]

Horse Life Simulator [Patreon]

Canter Crossing [Steam]

Pro Show Jumping [Steam]

Horse Project [Website]

Horse Trainer [Video]

Windstorm: The Legend of Khiimori [Steam]

Details about some of the games:

Rival Stars Horse Racing

Rival Stars has two versions. Desktop via Steam and Mobile. While the gameplay itself (e.i racing, breeding, etc) are identical there are massive differences in how it functions. Mobile has micro transactions and limits on how much you can do a day without paying money. The desktop version has no micro transactions and no limits on how much you can do at any given time. Desktop, however, does not get updated as often as Mobile. I could go on and on listing various pros and cons between the two versions, but ultimately I personally prefer Desktop due to the lack of micro transactions or wait times and in addition Desktop has the ability to make custom horses, which is quite fun. It's worth checking out the mobile version first, however, so you can see if the game appeals to you as the Mobile version is free to play.

Astride

Astride is in "early access" on Steam, though that can be misleading. What is currently available is little more than a tech demo. You can create a horse and ride around an area on it, utilizing Astride's unique jumping system, and you can given play with friends. However, it is extremely glitchy, the lighting looks awful right now, and overall it just... isn't good. That said, it is still in progress and I personally have hopes that it will become a full fledged game as promised someday. That day is not today and so I personally recommend not purchasing it until it has gotten a few good updates, unless you just really want to financially support the developers.

Horse Isle 3

Oh boy. I'll just point you towards this article about some of the issues with the community management of HI3. Be warned if you intend to play, moderators are inconsistent about the rules they enforce and you can very easily get banned for saying harmless things. Personally, I stay out of the chat and I'm careful with what I name my horses. Horse Isle 3 is a one of a kind game, sadly, that allows for extremely detailed breeding. Realistic genetics combined with the ability to breed for all sorts of shapes makes it a very compelling game, which is why so many people continue to play it despite... the issues. It is free to play, though there are paid aspects to it. However, you can earn the premium currency within the game and utilize paid features without ever paying your own money.

Minecraft

Minecraft can be a fun horse game using mods or server plugins! The mod SWEM adds a lot of content that makes for good realistic horse roleplay, though doesn't fit well in survival style gameplay. The mod Realistic Horse Genetics actually doesn't change much of the horse functionality, making it a really good fit for survival gameplay, but adds lots of realistic genetics and a better system for inheriting stats than vanilla minecraft. The mod Genetic Animals will be adding horses soon.

Red Dead Redemption 2, Red Dead Online, and RedM

While it is not intended to be a horse game, RDR2 has horses that feel so very real. They are well animated so they feel alive and they respond to their environment in realistic ways. Many people purchase the game purely because of the horses. There are mods you can use to improve the horses in Single Player, though I've never used any so I can't offer suggestions. Personally, I really like Red Dead Online for the horses because the horses can't die and there are a few more breed options. You also can look into joining a RedM server. There is one called Rift that is specifically meant for horse enthusiasts.

Roblox

I know nothing about Roblox personally, but I know there are several worlds (games? I don't know what they're called) in Roblox that revolve around horses.

I will add to this as I think of more. If you are viewing this as a reblogged post, it's worth checking the original to see if it has been updated.

Please feel free to request more information or suggest games or add your thoughts.

[master-ray5]

My Usagi x Mamoru Fanfic Recommendations

This post came from @maythevoidnotscreamback who asked me to take the time to mention some of the Usagi/Mamoru centered fanfics I have enjoyed over the years and give my recommendations.

First I’d like to give an honorable mention:  I have recently finished the entire Lunar Chronicles series by the fantastic Marissa Meyer and find her style to be captivating. For those unaware, she got her start as a fanfic author under the name Alicia Blade. I plan on dedicating my time in 2025 to getting through her stories. 

Next up: I want to make another mention for unfinished fics. I feel bad getting people addicted to stories which don't have an ending but I can’t help but want to mention them because they are so good. 

For the good of a Kingdom by Silent_Figure: I have skimmed this one for the most part but it has a lot of potential. It features a rift between Endymion and Serenity and it seems like the author is trying to get them back together. Until I see it though I’m hesitant. 

After All This Time by SunRedDreamer: The newest story on this list and I am hoping the author will be able to finish it. Mamoru awakens after Galaxia took his star seed only to find Crystal Tokyo has come and Usagi has become Queen by herself. It’s highly addictive and I can’t get enough of it. 

Sailor Moon X by Starling_Sinclair: One of the best re-writings of the original season. Usagi is an adult when Luna awakens her to being Sailor Moon.

Mine by PeachBunnyBaby: My first exposure to the Alpha/Omega/Beta style of writing and the pining between Mamoru and Usagi is palpable.  

At World’s End by Shnuggletea: After being defeated by a monster, Usagi wakes up to find the Dark Kingdom has taken over the world. From there she had to reunite with all her friends and connect with Mamoru at the same time. 

Now for the main list. I’m going to try and limit these to one story per author. There are a lot of  

Interlude by Sexylyon: The oldest story on the list and shows just how long I’ve been in this fandom. In a period where everything was tentacle stories and poorly written sex scenes, this small novella tugs at the heartstrings. 

Desperate and Divine by Antigone: Mamoru and Usagi’s time apart goes much longer than predicted. Unfortunately, Usagi feels like she’s wronged Mamoru in a way that is unforgivable. It’s an element  of their relationship I enjoyed someone tackling. 

It’s always been you by Beej88: Ever have a fic come to you at exactly the right time? I was just thinking about a story where Usagi’s family adopts Mamoru after his parent’s car accident. From there, its childhood friends grappling with the feelings of love they have for one another. 

R is for Reverse by Daikon1: Mamoru has to be the one to fight monsters during the Makai Tree saga. A look at the lengths Mamoru is willing to go through to make Usagi happy. 

To have and to hold by Lin_Lamont: Usagi and Mamoru are getting married. Not a lot of drama but a lot of great smut and loving between the pair.  

Poisoned Mind by Shnuggletea: A dark Endymion story where his need for Usagi remains despite the brainwashing. It features a lot of great action and even more intimate moments. 

How to love a princess by WildRIverInTheSky: Another Season 1 retelling but allows the Senshi to reconnect with their Shitennou lovers. At the same time Mamoru and Usagi are deeply in love. 

Shattered Pieces by Max333: Mamoru and Usagi are divorced but circumstances are bringing them back together. Not Rei friendly but the longing Usagi and Mamoru have for each other is palpable. 

The heatwave by Rei0ki: A great non-power story. A kiss leads to something more and the sexual tension between Usagi and Mamoru is high. I checked the websites regularly for updates. It was that kind of a story. 

Infidelity by Spinneroftales: This one has a special place in my heart. It’s a look at Neo-Queen Serenity and King Endymion’s married life. It (along with my own headcanon of those two enjoying a healthy sex life for their 1000 years of marriage) helped to inspire me to write my royal affairs series. It’s a great story and I highly recommend it. 

Check out these stories and happy reading.