#aaand it looks weird but it took so long so have it anyway ^^'

[delcakoo]

enha giving you partner privilege ˖ ࣪ ˒ ‎♡⃕

requested <3

PAIRING ! enhypen x gn!reader

GENRE ! cavity inducing fluff!

WC ! 3.1k

WARNINGS ! being judged for wearing a skirt in jungwon’s

a/n: help i’m sorry this took literal months but finally feeding u all an enha reaction-ish T-T i took multiple long breaks between most of these so. sorry if it’s weird lol

LEE HEESEUNG !

if literally anybody tries to tease or make fun of this man.. oh no

he is NOT afraid to retaliate and tear them to shreds, even if it’s his closest friends or members <\3

when it comes to you though..

he just ,, LETS YOU ?!

and everyone else agrees that it’s totally unfair, INCLUDING YOU because you wanted a reaction.. that’s the whole point of teasing :(

but instead he just sits there with a dumb little smirk because he thinks you’re so cute and wants to give you a kiss as you continue calling him a loser 🧌

“hah, you suck. i don’t even play video games and i won,” you taunt with a big, victorious grin

heeseung doesn’t even complain or fight back, continuing to go past the results screen with a nonchalant smirk, “yeah yeah.. you just got lucky”

however, you begin to pout slightly, earning no actual reaction from your relentless teasing

so you try and push him further, “nuh uh, i think you’re just bad. but it’s okay seungie, you can’t be good at everything~”

well, that doesn’t work either

instead of getting mad heeseung just GRINS, quietly admiring how cute you look when you’re all cocky and smug about your little victory

aaand then everything goes downhill when sunghoon enters the room 😟

the tall boy snickers immediately at the sight of the tv, watching your character dance in victory, “nice one, y/n!”

you grin up at the younger with a wink, “thanks hoon, i must admit, it was an easily won battle.”

he laughs harder, “next time you gotta go easy on him,” feeling brave apparently, sunghoon has the nerve to ruffle your boyfriend’s fluffy hair with a mischievous smirk, “you know how hyung gets when he loses.”

yikes

heeseung’s once adoring expression turns into one of (half joking) annoyance, jaw clenched as he swats sunghoon’s hand away from his head

“really bro? 1v1 me right now then, i’ll kick your ass and we both know it,” he sasses, getting ready to throw the other controller at the boy

the speed in which sunghoon bolted outta the room in pure terror

you’re just 🧍

“no fair, how come you don’t get mad when i tease you?” you complain, crossing your arms like a toddler

heeseung’s expression softens again, pulling you towards his side of the couch for a warm hug, “s’cause you’re my baby,” he murmurs cheesily against your skin

“and ‘cause i let you win.”

“aw— wait what?” 😕

// PARK JAY !

the amount of privilege you have as this man’s partner?? lord

there is a lOt

you get excused for every little thing

even though jay hates ppl touching his hair he lets you?! and of course will make you food ALL the time

while if anyone else asks, they’ll prob have to spend some time convincing him for a while or bribe him y’know

but perhaps the biggest one..

disturbing jay during his naps is equivalent to asking for a punch in the face

it’s pretty much common knowledge amongst the members that it’s impossible to wake him up anyway

but if they somehow do get him up, they should expect many annoyed grunts and remarks and probably a middle finger before he inevitably falls back to sleep

naps are very serious business for mr park

BUT when you’re in the picture..

suddenly he gets all soft and compliant..

his members find this very annoying and you’re just like hah losers 🥰

at this point they start facetiming you whenever he’s napping because bro practically launches out of bed at the sound of your voice

“hyung, hyung wake up!” jungwon is literally shaking the older boy, pushing him back and forth on the bed

yet he is sTiLL asleep

there has to be some kind of sleeping competition they can sign him up for because god he deserves an award <\3

jungwon eventually gives up, calling for sunghoon’s help

and how does he help?

giving him a big smack on the head of course

finally, jay flinches awake, groaning as he touches his head, “what the hell hoon?!”

“dinner’s ready! ” jungwon quickly announces with a grin, “me and sunoo tried cooking this time and i swear, we didn’t burn anything and it actually tastes—“

“don’t care. let me sleep.”

“but hyung the—“

*snores*

sunghoon sighs, “alright, it’s time we pull out the big guns.”

by that, they mean forcing you to come over there in exchange for some of the boys’ homemade dinner

jungwon and sunghoon watch from the doorway as you tiptoe over to the bed, doing what you do best: tricking your boyfriend

“pretty boy,” you whisper, tracing down his sharp jawline with a feathering touch

and like that, jay starts stirring, eyes eventually fluttering open

“oh, so i have to slap him, but they just cARess his face and suddenly he’s rising and shining— ow!” sunghoon groans when jungwon elbows him into the wall to shut him up

jay yawns, “y/n? what’re you doing here?”

he reaches up to give you a peck, and you nearly coo at his raven hair all tangled cutely

“wanted to have dinner with you guys,” you lie, grabbing his hand to pull him up

“yeah but i was napping..” he protests childishly, making jungwon roll his eyes in the background

it was rare for jay to have his baby moments, but it happens !!

you continue rubbing his hand, “well you also have to eat babe, and i’m gonna be here too.”

at that, he sighs, but gets up from bed, stretching with a yawn

“hallelujah!” sunghoon cheers, prancing over to give you a high five

jungwon groans, “what would we do without you y/n”

jay is just 🧍

“aish.. you were forced here to wake me up weren’t you?”

all three of you make nervous eye contact before running off to the kitchen jungwon claps his hand at last, “who’s ready to have the most life changing meal of your lives?”

// SIM JAEHYUN !

jake’s a little shy about it

but if someone takes something of his he will definitely go D:

he does a little pout!!

and if it’s something that he absolutely REFUSES to share

like a straw

then he’ll be like “ay that’s mine, go get your own!!” in a half joking, jake way y'know?

but when it comes to you…

he cant say no to your cute face <3

everything jake owns? yours

congrats you have a whole second closet now

want some of his food? take the whole plate !!

he even calls you layla’s other parent despite being very very protective of her :(((

thats when you knew you’re extremely special to him !

jake’s just peacefully lying on the couch, waiting for you to finish up showering

when all of a sudden heeseung strolls in, humming as he goes to fill up a glass of water in the kitchen

as jake was about to greet him, his brows furrow at the sight of a familiar logo on the back of the older boy’s green shirt

“hyung..?” he calls suspiciously

“hmm?”

“is that my shirt?”

heeseung looks down for a moment, scanning his outfit before shrugging

“maybe. found it on the floor,” the older replies

jake just frowns

“bro, i don’t wanna share shirts with you! you’re always sweaty as hell after playing league until 3am!”

heeseung takes a leisurely sip of his water, uncaring of the whiney younger boy on the couch, “well too bad. stop leaving your shit on the floor then.”

before jake can give him another pouty complaint, the sound of a yawn coming out of his room leads both boy’s to turn and investigate

a huge smile rushes to jake’s face at the sight of you in one of his t-shirts just like heeseung, the soft white fabric overflowing down your thighs

“angel! is that my shirt?” he giggles cutely

“uh yeah, is that okay?”

“what, of course! you look adorable, c’mere angel,” your boyfriend demands with grabby hands, ignoring heeseung’s disbelieving eye roll nearby

“but when i wear your shirt it’s the end of the goddamn world, huh?”

you snicker quietly as you walk over to jake, letting him pull you in for a kiss

jake smirks, “mhm, now give it back or i’m eating all our ramen without you.”

“you wouldn’t..”

“try me, hyung~”

then he sticks his tongue out in his classic jake way 💪

// PARK SUNGHOON !

getting straight to the point here

when someone touches sunghoon he’s immediately on guard

he’s a lot better with those who are close to him, but he still gets a bit stiff and awkward

and with strangers.. he’ll just try and find an escape right away

this goes especially for his facial area

he will not hesitate to swat anyone’s hand away or flinch in annoyance if they try to pinch his cheeks or poke his nose >:(

similarLY to how sunoo was now

“i saw you blushing when that engene in the front row called you hot~” the younger boy snickers, “you’ve been an idol for two years now, and you’re still not used to that?”

then suddenly hoon’s cheeks are being pushed together, making his lips form a pout

“our sunghoonie is so cute~”

his hand is quickly slapped away 😒

“ow!”

before sunoo can even complain you’re rushing into the dressing room with a vip pass around your neck, running over to give your boyfriend a hug

sunoo watches with a pout as you cup sunghoon’s jaw, reaching up to give him a peck

“you did amazing as usual, i’m so proud!”

yeah

contrary to pretty much everyone else, sunghoon wants your touch and enjoys it thoroughly <3

in your hold, he’s completely relaxed; pushing his cheek further into your hand as he wraps his arms around you

“thank you,” he whispers with a cheeky grin

feeling playful, you even go to pinch his cheeks

and instead of getting mad the boy just gigGLES like a whipped idiot

sunoo crosses his arms, “what!? no fair!”

hoon kinda forgot his bandmate was there to witness everything 🧌

“yah, why’re you still there?” he barks, “shoo!”

you purse your lips to hold in your laugh, waving bye to the sulking boy who only rolls his eyes

you snicker once he’s gone, “so.. what was that about?”

sunghoon sighs, “don’t worry about it..” you raise a brow when he scoops you up, placing you on the makeup table, “now, where were we? celebrating how good i did, right ;)”

// KIM SUNOO !

this one’s a lil’ hard because sunshine is kinda bad at saying no and lets his members get away with a bit toO much

but he still tries to be is very strict when it comes to paying for things because why should he be paying for niki’s new pokemon game ??

of course if it’s his members birthday, an occasional treat, or maybe if he lost a bet it’d be an exception

but besides that he’s pretty good at not falling for the members puppy eyes and pouty whining

this of course isn’t the same for you

you’re literally the love of his life!! his partner of COUrse he has to spoil you and buy you absolutely everything you want >:(

sunoo will literally tell you beforehand to not let him sEe your wallet on dates or he’ll get upset

(even though when he becomes all pouty you only think he’s adorable)

sunoo would be doing his skincare

having the time of his life y’know putting his face mask on and—

“hyung, can you—“ before he can even finish, riki starts CACKLING and sunoo already knows it’s because of his green face mask ..

“you— you look like-“ he snorts, “the little green guy from monsters inc-“

sunoo slaps his arm, “yah, i do not. what do you want, brat?”

the younger boy grins, staring at him through the mirror

“so… splatoon 3 came out and..”

“absolutely not”

riki gAsps in offense, “why not!? it’s only like 90$!”

“do i look like your mom?”

“kinda—“

“shut up. go ask jake hyung, you know he can’t say no to you”

then suddenly

you, who was on your boyfriend’s bed waiting for his return, prance into the bathroom as well

“sunnie guess what!?”

sunoo smiles brightly at your arrival, pausing his ministrations to meet your eyes

“hmm?”

you grab his arm, shaking him back and forth, “seventeen is coming on tour here next month! we have to get tickets!”

he gasps, “really!? okay, i’ll get us tickets tonight!”

but then riki.. 🧌

“hyung, why will you buy y/n a concert ticket but i can’t get a game?”

“because they’re y/n and you’re riki ☺️”

ouch <\3

// YANG JUNGWON !

AWHhh won’s the cutest with giving you privilege T-T

there’s a lot of super small things that you might not even notice

like letting you touch his dimples, wear his clothes or play with his hair

you may not realise your privilege ‘cause if anyone else did those things he proBably wouldn’t say anything

because he’s jungwon

BUT when you do it he genuinely encourages you and gets all giggly <3

one thing you’ve definitely noticed though is how protective wonnie tends to get over you compared to others

he’s already quite protective of the people he loves as is

but 99% of the time he won’t mention or say anything if an issue comes up:

say an interviewer makes a comment he doesn’t approve of

some backhanded compliment to one of his members

or maybe a joke gone too far

he isn’t the type to say something rude in response or bring it up off camera, at most the interviewer would receive a very harsh glare and frown

when it comes to his partner though..

no no absolutely nOt.

you are his responsibility!! his person, his love and therefore he will not hesitate to defend you and fight anyone who dares to bring a tear to your face

suddenly his normal coherent thoughts of ‘it’s okay jungwon, don’t say anything, be professional’ FLIES OUT THE WINDOW BECAUSE no. he will not accept this

for example!!

one day you and won were going on a cute lil picnic in the park <3

you decided to wear a skirt for the heck of it, thinking it’d look cute especially with the picnic idea and the weather getting a tad warmer

so once you’re both out of the car, jungwon holding the basket of pastries while you carried the drinks and blanket, you were both pretty sure nothing could ruin the cheery mood

jungwon even complimed your skirt, mentioning how he thought it suited you perfect :D

“wah, i’ve been wanting to have a picnic all year. really, this is gonna be perfect!” your boyfriend says cheekily

“mhm, next time we should bring mauemi though!”

you wait for jungwon’s reply with a smile, but it quickly drops when you look up to see an old woman on a bench staring at you as if you’d done something terrible, her wrinkly face pulled into a displeased frown

brows furrowing, you follow her gaze to your bare legs, a tug of insecurity forming in your stomach as she scans you up and down

“..and the squirrels would be perfect to chase—“ jungwon pauses when he glances over at you, worry increasing as he notices your visibly deflated expression, “jagi?”

his eyes follow yours, widening when he sees the lady send you daggers from across the park

jungwon’s brows furrow, holding your hand tighter with every step you take closer to her

if it was anyone else, he knew that he wouldn’t say a thing; probably brush it off, maybe send her a frown back

but he simply can’t help the words that tumble from his mouth, “is something wrong, ma’am?”

your eyes widen right away because wonnie nEver has the guts to call people out like that usually???

ESPEcially not an elderly person ..

of course, the old woman only scoffs rudely in response, muttering something in a malicious tone under her breath

the boy holding your hand smirks in satisfaction and you sigh, quickly leading him away as fast as possible

“yah, why’d you do that?!” you whisper-yell

he gives you an obvious glance, “because i didn’t like how she looked at you”

jungwon looks cute 99% of the time, but at that moment with the harsh glare on his face, he’s a bit intimidating even to you <\3

you gulp, “still..”

“no, y/n,” he interrupts sternly, “i refuse to let my pretty s/o stay upset when there’s something i can do about it”

with that, jungwon places down the picnic basket and starts pulling out your snacks like nothing happened <3

“so, what should we eat first?” :D

// NISHIMURA RIKI !

sigh.

now for this boy your partner privilege is THROUGH THE ROof okay

the difference in how he treats you to everyone else??

literally anyone can see the difference even if it’s their first time meeting you guys

riki’s a combo of all the previous ones

lets u wake him up whenever and even interrupt him while dancing/gaming

definitely gives u all the pda u want but if anyone else tries it he may bite them

and ofc defends you withOut hesitation even if it’s just some lame joke he will roast them right back mf !!!

the most noticeable point though is for sure how a majority of the time he listens to whatever you say ON THE FIRST TRY

it’s ‘majority of the time’ because if he didn’t annoy you at least a bit that wouldn’t be riki

it could be something so small

sunghoon and you would be chilling on the couch, then he’d see riki walk in

“yah, can you get me a water?”

mans gets ignored as niki pUshes him over to sit next to you instead

“no, i’m lazy.”

sunghoon just rolls his eyes, meanwhile you were on your phone; completely oblivious to the conversation as you reach over to kiss the younger boy’s cheek

“babe, can you go grab me a drink please?”

bro SPRINTS to the kitchen without another word 🧌

nobody knows why he’s so enthusiastic to serve you but !!

sunghoon is tempted to call him a simp

or exhibit b

you’re at the dorms watching jake and niki play some video game

or at least. they were supposed to be playing together

but apparently it was a single player game and your boyfriend was being a bit of a hog judging by how they were practically wrestling on the carpet for the controller 😟

then after a while longer jake desperately calls out for you

“y/nnn he won’t give me a turn!”

you realise at that moment that this is what having kids must feel like

meanwhile riki gives u that innocent look as if he did nothing

you sigh, “yah, give jake a turn. haven’t you been playing for like 15 minutes straight?”

jake nods furiously in agreement

he pouts, “well yeah but..”

you give him the stink eye

aaand he passes the controller over without any more complaints <\3

jake lets out a vEry sarcastic thank you while riki wanders all the way over to you and plops down in your embrace like a whiny toddler

then he just looks up at you from your lap

“you look pretty today.”

jake groans in the background while you nearly choke

“all of a sudden??”

“yeah,” he replies simply, “i don’t mind giving up my spot to jake ‘cause i have a much better view now~”

what will you do with this boy 😞

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[astraaa3]

Hello ! You can request Valentino X Reader. where Valentino adores the reader's breasts.

Thanks in advance and good luck.

A/N: I had a lot of fun with this one, I'll admit. My Hazbin Hotel brainrot is just getting worse. *giggles in: I am going to hell for my degeneracy*. ANYWAY, here is the request. Don't forget to keep them coming~

I kept the reader gn since I believe all chests need to be appreciated, from girl tiddies, to man tiddies, to enby tiddies, etc. In whatever size they come in.

Feedback is much appreciated and welcomed. <33

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Valentino x Gn!Reader Headcanons (+small prompt)

Given Valentino's line of work the sight of tits, ass, and/or any other explicit body part doesn't particularly excite him.

That said, he didn't particularly find anything interesting about your chest at first either

It was a few months into your relationship when he realized how much he adored your chest

One night, after the two of you were done with your 'nightly activities' he dropped his head onto your chest while he was still inside of you with your legs wrapped around his waist

You waited for him to move, but to your surprise he fell asleep his head on your chest

Since that day he took every opportunity he could grab your chest or lay his head on it

And well, Valentino being Valentino, the opportunity was whenever he saw you.

It didn't matter if you were working or if you were chatting with someone

You didn't even dare to complain since he threatened to kill the last person who 'kept' him from fondling your chest

It was even more embarrassing when this happened in front of the other Vees

Velvette found this quirk of your relationship with Valentino to be particularly annoying and unsightly; it also increased the number of time she called Valentino a piss baby

All in all, while your relationship did have ups and (a lot of) downs due to Valentino's possessive and short temper, the one thing that remained constant was the cuddling at the end of a long day, his head pressed against your chest as you hugged him (seeing him so vulnerable and open almost made you forget how afraid you were of him when he got furious at something random that you did)

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Small prompt:

You were laying on the couch, your head supported by the armrest and your legs strewn out in whatever weird position you found comfortable at that moment. You were scrolling to Voxstragram while some random show was playing on the TV, serving as white noise.

Your moment of peace didn't last long however as you could hear from the hallway that Valentino was coming, aaand he was yelling on the phone. You sighed rolling your eyes at your significant other's short temper. Your shoulders jump up startled as Valentino slams the door open throwing his phone into the wall before quickly walking over to you and doing the same thing with your phone. You look at him incredulous and slightly indignant, as he huffs sitting down on the couch. He lights a cigarette rambling about whatever stupid shit one of his actors did as he grabs you by the arm pulling you into his lap. He buries his head into your chest out of frustration, his shoulder relaxing soon after, as he makes content clicking noises (which you found completely adorable; to be fair, you found everything about his moth anatomy and habits to be adorable, even if you would never tell him that out of fear of him throwing a tantrum over being called that out of all things).

You sighed laying your head on top of Valentino's closing your eyes as you half listen to the TV still playing in the background. "My knees are gonna be sore from staying like... Just another day with Valentino." you think smiling softly as you fall asleep in the less than comfortable position.

[glitchyk]

LEGIT SHAKING AND QUIVERING/POS BUT UHHH HI IT'S THE PERSON FROM THE AU REBLOG???- I MEAN IF YOU WANNA HEAR ABT IT THEN YEA I CAN RAMBLE ABT THE SILLY AU

This'll get long sooo- STRAP IN!

Sooo the au is so far called Jekyll & Hyde, though I may end up changing it if I fogure out something better? Nfnfnfnf

ANYWAY! (you've put this upon yourself jffb) The au is basically, what if, instead of Danny gaining a ghost form and powers (and kinda actually dying). He instead splits? I'll put this into a scenario because I suck at explaining it jfjfjfjf

So picture this:

Danny walks into the portal and gets zapped. He scrambles out of the portal, terrified out of his mind cuz "HOLY SHIT DID I JUST DIE?????" He notices his hand, clad in a white glove that he was more than certain was black before. He scrambles to the nearest bathroom. Sees an unfamiliar face looking back and promptly passes out

Danny walks into the portal and gets zapped. He wakes up on the bathroom floor, confused cuz "wasn't i just in the lab???" He's concerned abt the weird displacement, but when Sam and Tucker come running in with concerned yells asking if he's okay he brushes it off in favor of reassuring his friends.

Idk if that made any sense?

Basicallyyyyy when the portal accident happened, Danny was split in two. Phantom isn't some other ghost from the ghost zone, he's just as much Danny as the now human Danny is. Both Danny and Phantom have the same set of memories feom before the accident.

"But the AU is called Jekyll & Hyde, wouldn't they have to switch places somehow?" WELL- the ghost sense is what triggers it! An ectoplasmic entity nearby? Yea Danny's boutta pass out qwq

On this basis. Danny has never seen a ghost. He can't, he's never there for any sightings. So he's CONVINCED that everyone in town has become as coocoo as his parents.

Danny still leaves for the bathroom if the ghost sense activates in class. He constantly blacks out, feels cold and lightheaded, so the Fentons took him for a med checkup with concerns of him developing a neurological condition, such as pots. They didn't find anything but just to be safe, Danny has permission to leave class when he feels unwell. Ooof course he doesn't make it all the way to the bathroom every time so there are instances where he just collapsed in the middle of a hallway heh

Aaand Phantom just thinks he's now "living" through a punishment in the afterlife, afterall, why would he always come to when there's danger and pass out afterwards? In a constant loop?

Neither Phantom nor Danny are aware of eachother here

^ this is just what arc 1 is like for em :3

(I'm so sorry to have rambled sm 😭 my brain's an unorganized mess so some things probably don't make sense???)

INLOVE THIS

Shhsjsjs the idea of it being almost two split personalities and not aware of one another? It’s so cool, and an interesting idea. Especially if like Tucker and Sam are aware of it themselves imagine seeing your friend and all like that, or them FINDING OUT and than having to awkwardly explain to both versions that he was basically split

Is vlad also like this or is he some other halfa? If so that might be interesting- in both cases, like if vlad is a usual halfa meanwhile he realizes Danny is sorta ‘split’ or wondering how, if vlad is like Danny, how he sorta functions as a villain??? Snshnsnsjs I actually love this

I love this, it’s so cool

[yellowymellon]

Family theory ⬇️

i'm abt to present the most controversial theory ever/j it's just a silly one xD (beware tis long)

as far as we know, xipe themselves descend on the charmony festival. but does this hymn insinuates that multiple faces descend instead of the entirety of xipe? let's first see the content of this hymn:

it starts by talking abt dominicus as a manifestation of xipe, dominicus means sunday, this could be further supported by the many mentions of law and authority as sunday is shown to be orderly, methodical and obessesive compulsive. "the gazillions of old laws have all faded" i suppose that could be ena which makes sunday even more connected to them.

constantina is the second manifestation who is a singer. who else is a probable emenator of harmony and is a singer?

from the collectible cards found in penacony, robin's says the following "Surrounded by vibrant lights, the audience was moved to tears by her voice. All the flaws, ugliness, deception, and loneliness in life were forgotten." it fits well as robin is many times portrayed in this manner.

Aelenev, his description is abt battles and war, it might be a metaphor but it could be talking abt the very distant past of penacony. there isnt much info i can derive from here or firmly link it to someone but i have someone in mind.

beatriz, while dance seems like the main characteristic but so is singing and feasting. "the world is a ball" i think beatriz resides over culture and entertainment.

now before i talk abt who i think the last two are i need you to know the family lineages, there's 5 families. the name followed by purpose by the head :

oak - management - sunday

nightingale - construction - Sir Whittaker (npc)

bloodhound - security - head unknown

Iris - entertainment -  Maeven Ellis

alfalfa - economy - oti alfalfa

ofc the dreammaster exists as a seperate entity of all 5.

there's some truth to the first pic, the dreammaster does control the 5 families, and his orders are absolute. the history here could be altered by History Fictionologists, followers of enigmata.

the hymn only mentions 4 ppl tho, 2 are the closest to sunday and robin, the latter isnt even a family head, which is a bit weird but makes sense why she gets invited to the charmony festival. but beatriz very much matches with iris' head, Maeven Ellis. Aelenev is more tricky to define but he could be Gopher Wood, found in the collectibles. i couldn't find anything concrete in his description but "we have discovered the lord's disciple in the mortal world" is an interesting line, i mostly took his appearance in consideration :

(ignore aideen and lesley) anyway- gopher wood seem to carry a 'gospel' and has a crow by his side (just like sunday who has erm a raven? a nightingale that looks like an eagle?) and his wings are scarred, possibly by 'battles' the hymn spoke of, aaand Easter-egg he has sunday's old halo :) i suspect he could be the bloodhounds' head, Maeven Ellis is right beside him btw

out of all the hymn has talked abt, in our silly theory, ALL of them are halovians who have wings. i read in wiki that halovians have wings in their biology but idk where that info came from...there isnt a single halovian npc who got wings.

"every Halovian in Penacony is a member of the family" gopher looks like an older priest, his postion could totally be of a head.

now this is spoilery (imo doesn't make much difference), even tho it was leaked to be in 2.0 loading screen but i didnt find it, so i went to great lengths to get it from reddit! It might be a scratched idea tho, I'll only put the most important parts :

Edit: nvm it's called the harmonic strings phenomenon, found in wiki and database :x

"Family members have adopted a system of differentiation based on scales, with only those above the subdominant "IV" note being eligible to serve as the tuner of the Harmonic Strings. "

"The concept of Harmonic Strings is elucidated in the Harmony Hymns, a compilation of divine embodiments attributed to Xipe. These embodiments portray down-to-earth virtues that contribute to Harmony and can be practiced by individuals regardless of their position."

"The Family takes pride in celebrating the beauty of the Thousand Faces, including figures such as Aelenev of the Eternal Centurion, Dominicus of the Harmonious Choir, Constantina of the Panacoustic Theater, and Beatriz of the Blissful Ball."

"Opposers of the Harmony argue that the Harmonic Strings are in fact Emanators from Xipe themselves, not associated with any specific mortal but rather representing facets of Xipe, who can assume the form of any Family member when necessary."

Lots of yapping I know. Basically the ones eligible to welcome xipe in a ritual called harmonic strings are tuners of rank IV. We already know that at least 2 are emenators and the others should be too.

Also Aelenev of the eternal centurion, a Centurion being a soldier in the Roman army responsible for the command of one hundred men. A description fitting of the bloodhound head. The harmonic choir could refer to the oak family, and so on

But here where the contradiction happens, in oti's letter to Sunday

also if all halovians with wings are emenators/ facet of xipe, then sunday and robin had them as children..?

i could argue that the dreammaster chooses for xipe who he sees fit to be an emenator, and under his guidance they become a harmony symbol. robin for the outside world and im sure sunday was adopted for the same cause as bronya rand, to become the future head of the oak family.

now on dominicus arrival...this letter and the hymn are slightly contradictory...and the map text is too. if dominicus is a facet of xipe, why do they and the 3 others have to welcome xipe ? isnt the descent of the 4 of them considered complete in it's self? xipe is a plural aeon, if part of them descends it should still be an aeon. but the hymn insinuates that the 4 facets serve xipe. also the connection between sunday and robin to them is solid.

aight, we know who the harmonic strings are from the map text, it makes sense to think of them as the ones i theorized them to be, except from robin they're all directly influential on penacony. aand now oti's letter makes less sense. we can argue that each one of them derives power from a facet, maybe even becoming vessels to them or represent them. and these facets need to descend (arrive) for the charmony festival to reach it's conclusion, being xipe's descendance.

also reminder

(he means xipe by their)

uuuhuh sweetie, u gotta leave the house as dominicus tho!

[everythingwasnormalhere]

Craig headcanons, go

GO GAYS GO 🙌✨

Autistic

He's so autistic it's insane

He has shutdowns way too often :(

Even more often as he grows up

He's associated flipping people off with being able to leave class (to go to counselor's office) so he does it when he gets too overwhelmed at school

Because he's never been taught it's wrong, too, but that's secondary

When he has shutdowns he goes non-verbal too

Which has gotten everyone to assume he's simply not too talkative and let him be

Tweek eventually learnt what Craig's shutdowns were and he helped him out with them every time since then

For example getting Craig out of class when he looked like he was getting overwhelmed

Craig's so grateful for this<3

He doesn't get an autism diagnosis until 15 for some reason

Even though he didn't talk until he was 4- it's really weird it took him so long to get it actually

He had a really hard time coping with his diagnosis at first

So much internalized ableism

He probably locked himself in his room for a couple days after that

He told Tweek before he told anyone else

And Tweek helped him come to terms with it<3

Now he's fine with it :)

He hates how noise cancelling headphones feel, and instead wears earplugs to block noise

He doesn't ask teachers for permission because they can't see the earplugs with his hat anyways

His spin is totally space

He Loves space

He's infodumps to Tweek about it really often, Tweek loves it even though he doesn't understand even a third of it

He has those glow in the dark stars on his room's ceiling and a projector

His style never changed much through his life, comfortable clothes, nothing really specific

He's never stopped wearing that hat

Even though it's kinda broken now

Transmasc (he/him), only Tweek and his family know

He's always been so Boy even as a little kid that nobody's ever thought he could be anything else at all

Not exactly insecure about this but... Yes

Awful chest dysphoria

He's gay :)

His father thought that meant he was actually a girl but nope

Sorry for crushing your hopes Mr Tucker but your son is gay 😔✨

He's actually fine with it after not too long dw

Craig's family life is pretty great :)

Still he sleeps at Tweek's quite often

When he's not, Tweek's usually sleeping at his

Because otherwise they both struggle sleeping by themselves

They have such a healthy and cute relationship istg

They've been fake dating since they were 9, real dating since 10, and Craig got them promise rings at 13

They've obviously had troubles a couple times but they fixed them<3

Btw Craig got braces at 12 and wore them till 14

His teeth went from Awful to Actually Pretty Ok

But the braces made him so insecure while he wore them

His favorite subjects at school are the ones related to science

Math? He's awesome at it

Physics? He loves it

Chemistry? Fuck yeah

Biology? Pretty cool too

He hates literature with his whole soul though

"What was the artist feeling here?" "How would I know I wasn't there" (mood)

He's taller than Tweek until he turns 13

After that Craig mostly stops growing and instead Tweek gets so tall it's crazy

It felt so weird to them at the beginning 😭

And yes, Craig is half Peruvian on his mom's side :)

He and Kenny have conversations in Spanish sometimes

It's something they bond over idk

Aaand I think that's it :D he's a pretty chill dude tbh

[sopiao]

DISDJUSBS OMG. THERE’S THIS PRICE BOT

AND OH LORDY DID THIS FLUFF GIVE ME CAVATIES FROM HOW SWEET IT IS.

anyways. reader (shark) taking care of Price while he’s injured. these r just lil snippets of it 🤭

Out on a mission, Shark had a nice clean shot of the target. It seemed to clean, too clear. He picked a space that would seem hidden only to a blind man, it was like he picked a spot to look like he was hiding but was so obviously out in the open. But, whatever, fuck it. Seemed too much of a waste of time overthink a quick shot to get the mission over with.

But Price saw it, he saw how they lured them into a specific spot that made it look like it would be a perfect spot for them. Long story short (mainly cuz i’m too lazy) he ended up taking the trap for them. It took a couple hours until he could be safely taken to base to get his wounds checked out. He has to stay in that wing for 2 weeks to recover. Critical condition.

Shark felt guilty that they fell for such an obvious trap to get it over with, and he ended up getting hurt. So, they decided to be the one to take care of him. Shark gets to pay their self-debt to him, and the medics don’t have to worry so much about him and who’ll have to monitor him.

“Alright. Got ya’ a grilled cheese aaand a blue Gatorade” Shark entered the room with a paper plate that held the sandwich. Price immediately sat up, ready for his snack but also excited to see them. They set the plate on his lap and the cold blue gatorade on his bedside table.

“Weird combination, but okay” Shark muttered quietly, causing him to chuckle, sitting back on their seat next to his bed. Price hummed deeply after his first bite, the savory taste making him momentarily forget about how sore his body feels.

The fresh scars and stitches on his body were visible. Old ones mixed with new ones. Across his chest was a type of gauze, bandage, and a large patch on his side. The medic suggested that he kept his upper half bare to prevent the fabric from rubbing against the freshly sewn stitches to prevent irritation and prolong the healing process. Fortunately for Shark ,’:)

“Mmph— Never thought a grilled cheese would taste so good” Price groaned, leaning back on the bunchy and wrinkled sheets of the bed, finishing his sandwich and gulping down his Gatorade. Shark slumped back in the wooden chair, propping their feet up on the edge of his bed, flipping through the shitty romcoms on the TV.

It was silent, but not the weird and awkward silence that makes you wanna bury yourself alive then be there. The comfortable silence where you can just space out and just enjoy each other’s company. They were already pretty close, comfortable with each other. They sparred together, ran together, sometimes raced, exercise and eat together.

—

“You’re an ass” Shark laughed, fake punching Price in the chest. He fell back on the bed with a fake pained expression and a over dramatic ‘ow!’. He stayed laying down, turning his head to show them his soft smile that only seemed to appear when Shark was around. He noticed it, everyone noticed it, just not them.

“Ahh— Fuck” Price groaned immediately sitting up and his hand clutching at the center of his chest. A sudden, uninvited, pain rushed from his back to the center of his chest, bursting out. Shark immediately sat up, worried that their fake punch maybe actually did hit him. One hand on his shoulder and the other on his hand that laid on his chest.

“Oh, shit! Sorry— Uhh. Fuck. What do I do?” Panicked and confused. They didn’t know what to do to help, or what to do at all. Price would chuckle at their reaction if his mind wasn’t occupied with how much is chest fucking hurt.

“No— Ngh.. N-no. I’m fine. The doc said it would be like this because of my rib” Price tried his best to explain through short, shallow, breaths. Sucking in long breaths of air through this teeth to try and bear through the pain. It was like getting stabbed all over again.

“Shit— Uh. Is there anything I can do? Water? Pills? Anything?” Shark asked frantically, looking around quickly for anything that speaks out to them to try to help. He only shook his head, too weak to form a sentence, but he wanted to reassure them that he was okay, he wasn’t, obviously.

“Could-could.. you.. uhh” He spoke up, having to concentrate really hard to try and get the words past the stabbing pain and out his mouth. Shark’s head immediately perked up, looking for any way to assist. They saw his other hand was open, palm up, and towards their direction.

Shark was a little taken aback at his request, their captain was a strong and unaffectionate man. So, seeing how he requested for their hand, something to help him push through it. Shark willingly accepted his hand, his large and scared hand somehow seemed softer than it looked. Finding comfort in their touch. Every so often they’d feel him squeeze their hand when the pain got too intense.

—

As much as Shark wanted to stay and watch over Price he didn’t wanna see them leave. They had other duties they had to attend to. But when they came back to visit Price, the doctor immediately took their attention and asked, practically begged, them if they could feed Price soup since he hasn’t been eating much lately, claiming he’s feeling nauseous which doesn’t help the feeding process.

Shark looked down at the warm bowl in their hands, chicken soup. They chuckled as they walked back to his room. They don’t know how they were gonna get him to eat, but they’d at least give it a try.

“Heard you was giving the doc a hard time” Shark chuckled, closing the door behind them. Price let out a soft laugh and rubbed the back of his neck as if he was caught.

“I told him I’m not hungry” Price shook his head, hand laying on the side of his neck, as if that would persuade them not to make him eat. He laid back on his elbows, flashing his playful smirk.

“The longer you refuse to eat, the longer you’ll be stuck in here” They shrugged, using their sleeves to stay between their hands and the hot bowl so it doesn’t burn them. He rolled his eyes and blew a raspberry, plopping back down.

“Feed me?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me”

Shark searched on his face, any sign that he was just joking around, waiting for him to just laugh it off. Yet he stayed the same, pushing himself up, waiting for them to feed him. Eventually they gave in, signing before sitting up from their seat and standing at his bedside.

They grabbed a spoon full of the meat and warm broth and slid the back against the rim of the bowl to prevent it from dripping. They can’t believe they were doing this, but it was for the health of their captain. Holding it up to his mouth to which he happily took, humming satisfyingly.

“You have arms y’know” Shark pressed another spoonful up to his mouth, eyes fixated on his lips when he slipped the spoon into his mouth, looking back at his eyes. Price shrugged and took a second to chew before answering them.

“I don’t see you stopping” He tilted his head up at them, resting back on his hands and smiling up at Shark.

[jacepens]

Historical Research on the Wild West Chapter of Live-A-Live!

(That no one asked for, but you’re getting anyway hehe)

So first, I really want to be able to securely say around what year this chapter takes place in. Just judging from the whole setting it’s likely somewhere from the late 1800s to early 1900s. But can we get more specific? Uh, yes and no.

Let’s look at Sundown and Mad Dog’s pistols!

So the Colt Single Action Army (aka “Peacemaker”) was first produced in 1873-1941. Assuming that Sundown has the first version of the pistol and assuming their story doesn’t take place in the 1950s, we know that the chapter takes place in those years.

Now, Mad Dog’s pistol, the Buntline Special, is weird because it didn’t actually exist in production until 1957. First, it was fictionalized (maybe real?) in a novel published in 1931 that describes these pistols being commissioned and gifted to five lawmen in 1876.

Aaand apparently only one of the men who received the special long-barreled pistol kept it at 12-inch. But that aside, I’m going to assume that Mad Dog either commissioned this pistol for himself or was maybe even one of the men who received it as a gift? (I’m going to go out on a limb and say he wasn’t that popular though.)

So great! 1876, maybe a few years after seems like a good starting point. And depending on how long they’ve had those pistols when the story started, I would securely put their chapter in the mid-to-late 1880s, possibly early 1890s.

But is there anything else to back up this claim?? You bet!

Let’s talk about Custer’s 7th! (Which I can’t believe took me so long to Google and see that it’s real and not made up lmao)

The supposed massacre of Custer’s 7th (supposed because while there was a huge battle that Custer’s 7th lost; it did not completely wipe out their forces) took place in 1876. Notice a pattern yet?

Witt these three significant details with dates on them, adding a decent amount of years, I think the chapter is meant to take place in the 1880s, possibly early 1890s. It really depends on how much time you think should pass from these events to the present chapter. (Correct me if I’m wrong but there’s no specific mention of when Sundown became an outlaw, right?)

But anyway, this was only one thing I wanted to research. Then I noticed that Mad Dog sometimes has a noticeably different vocabulary from those around him, and knowing that he probably (secretly) reads a lot of old books and plays, I was curious if his vocabulary could tell us anything about what he reads the most.

The first word I noticed was “aspersions”, so let’s look at Google’s Ngram viewer that takes the frequency of certain words in their books database to see when a word was used. I recognize that this is not the most thorough or reliable way to get this information, but I think it’s at least a good starting point.

And…wow, ok, yeah that’s a pretty significant jump in the use of the word “aspersions” in literature. I think we can at least say it wasn’t a popular word in the late 1880s where we’ve already placed them, but it was very popular in the 1700s.

Let’s take a look now at “valiant” and “conscience”.

Yeah that’s definitely a similar pattern I’d say.

Now, how about “sentiment” and “simpletons” (which genuinely surprised me)?

Would you look at that, it’s the same pattern again!!

And just to prove this isn’t the nature of Google Ngram, but actually something significant, let’s look at soirée!

The opposite of our pattern so far!

While, I’m not saying this is the most factually sound, I am saying Mad Dog’s preferred literature is from the 1700s and no one can change my mind on this.

For those of you who know books better than me (and read all of this?? Hi) if you have any ideas as to specific books he probably read and enjoyed and let shape his personality…please oh please tell me, I’ll give you a little virtual kiss on the cheek if you do.

Anyway this is my research?? On their chapter so far. If you read all of this thank you!! Now I know you’re just obsessed with these cowboys as I am. And if you have any questions or anything to add please feel free to let me know!!

[overpoweredcacti]

S17 Ep5 post-watch recap

I have way too many thoughts, this is going to be long and probably disjointed.

So I feel like a lot happened, but at the same time not really? Overall though, so far I'm really here for this Gold Star mystery and the MK Ultra/behavior modification/Frankenstein's monster stuff around it, I just hope they commit to it? I know so far they've made it a point multiple times how it's a "conspiracy theory" and it's "based on a half-truth" and so on but at the same time things just don't add up? Most notably, if the government has nothing to do with this, why would they care enough to hide it? Who has enough influence to stage Emily's arrest etc?

Anyway, since this was very complex I'll try to break it down to characters.

Damien/Jade

Honestly? I'm really enjoying them so far? They have a fun dynamic?Wish I knew their actual ages, maybe it was shown and I just didn't pay attention. I think Aiden was around 26? So I'm assuming they are around the same , give or take 2-3 years. So these 2 meet up, 1 is dead ("assassinated by the FBI", which is an interesting way to phrase it. I wonder if that will come back on either Rossi or Emily. One giving the order, the other following it.) And Peter and Dana are 'missing', and we have no idea what they look like. Okay, cool.

So they are tech savy enough to operate Voit's network (wasn't that used to be a weather app lol? That whole comment on people posting their racist opinions on that neighbor app, which was featured in ep 3 too, seems like a reference that my not-american brain is not clicking with) and they can put together bombs. It was weird that nobody picked up on the fact that Jade has to be in the park to make that call? Why was everyone just standing in a circle and worrying when they could have sent people to scour the area lol All the while ignoring Voit who was at least smart enough to not run.

Voit

So Voit. This little shit. Every scene he was in I just kept repeating 'you little shit'. Very entertaining bordering on frustrating. His whole demeanor of being like a kid in candy store was funny I'll admit that. That first scene with him going "Dave Dave Dave" took me out. My dude is def dying by the end of the season tho. They can't keep him around for much longer. And I honestly can't tell if him doing morse code was meant to be noticed by the team or not. Because I'm thinking that he is in fact making up the identity of "North Star" and trying to get someone killed? Also, that reveal that he gave the identity of the strike team to Damien? Chef's kiss. He's truly Hannibal Lectering this season. Aaand he has a point with Garcia and Tyler and that whole fiasco last season. I'm glad they are bringing that up because that should have some kind of consequence. (Voit giving them a ship name tho? And talking about carbon footprints? I'm not sure I like him sounding like stan twitter. I mean it's obviously a reference for the fandom to get, but still. It's...a writing choice for sure.)

Garcia/Tyler/Luke

I'm lumping them together because the show is apparently committing to the love triangle bit. Which I'm not that big of a fan of, in general.

This might be an unpopular opinion but the more episodes we have the more I feel like the show doesn't really know what to do with Garcia this season? Like that entire exchange in her office, that ends up with them being back in the bullpen? It was...weird? So Voit smells, okay, cool, did we need to spend this much time on this? It honestly felt like a waste of time that didn't lead anywhere because we are back at the bullpen anyway? Like, narratively, what was the point here?

Luke is still not checking on JJ after throwing a bomb on her, cool lol. Love that he was the one deciphering the morse code tho, and that he dismantled the bomb. Love it when the show remembers character traits.

Tyler remains another frustrating part of this season for me? Everytime he does something where I go "hey cool, that's nice, I kinda like you" he immediately does something else where I go "okay, go fuck yourself now". Like, doing off-the-books work for Emily? Great, cool, love it. And then goes behind her back like it's nothing. So 'Teresa' might be an actual person, but the phrase could also be relevant? Maybe it's another anagram, idk. Either way he's warning someone while keeping Emily in the dark. In conclusion, I don't trust him lol.

Emily

So the framed arrest/mugshots are coming into play, that's great, I'm glad there was a point to that. (Weird choice to drop the name of an actual existing website as the leak but okay). Someone is really out to get her that is connected to this whole ordeal but there's no indication it's either Damian or Jade. Someone also convinced Brian to change face. Also, was he trying to gaslight her? Is that going to be a part of Emily's "breakdown arc" that she is questioning her own sanity? That could be interesting. Or, we are going full scifi and they made him somehow forget his previous alignments. Seems unlikely, but who knows. Anyway, she is on restricted duty and is clearly over it. Just, everything. Great scene by the end. She was going to back to her "spy roots" and moral grayness and it's slowly breaking her. Genuinely think she is one of the most complex characters of this entire show. (Shout out to her speaking Russian too. I know it's just a phrase but it's a nice callback.) Love her bond with Rossi as well. And just all her scenes, great. If there's a character I'm really happy with this season, it's Emily.

Rossi

Honestly not that much to talk about? For the audience this is not the first time he interacts with Voit, but great scenes. He is also losing it, clearly. Maybe I expected a bit more? Confusion, at least? As in, having a hard time differentiating with the real Voit and his halluciVoit?

JJ

I'm biting my fist every time JJ is on screen because I'm just so nervous how that is going to end. She is clearly not okay, everyone is dealing with something and not taking notice of her issues. Loved to see her in charge on the field. She was also the only one competent enough to finally tell someone to shoot the wheels, lmao.

Tara

Tara wasn't given a lot this episode tbh. She was aiding Luke, sure, but this may have been her least active episode. So we have the scene with Rebecca losing her shit, that she's in danger, okay. I mean, they are cute? Wish they would talk more instead, but cute scene at the end, none the less.

I have absolutely no idea where the next episode is going lol. I expected a cliffhanger, we didn't get a cliffhanger. Zero clue as to what comes next.

[sushiwt]

website update blog #12 (May 22nd, 2022)

hello! i'm back with some actual changes to the site now!

i apologize if the last website update blog was like...

hold on lemme check my tumblr-

wait a minute...

ALMOST 1 MONTH???

damn. well, i got some changes to show yall anyway sooo lets start!

last time i discussed my website, i told yall that i will remake the whole thing over, and THAT, is going to be my main focus.

so i moved the old files to a new folder called /legacy and made a new html file and css file.

i then thought of how im going to go about organizing this thing. i thought about it for an absurdly long time, and then i had an idea.

what if we organized it as such where the style of an html element can be changed just by using the "class" attribute?

its hard to explain so ill just show you what im talking about: (if you dont want to read this part just scroll down until you see the word SKIP HERE!)

ill give you a div element:

but i want to change how it looks, since its just bland text on the preview shown.

that's where these classes come in!

these classes are basically just there to change how any html's look! (with the help of the class attribute)

turning the div into a black rectangle with a shadow

turning the div into a white rectangle with shadow

turning a div into a white rectangle (no shadow needed (although it looks like the rectangle isnt there anymore, but trust me, it still does)

and more! you can do a whole lot with these combinations, and theres even more classes i havent told you yet, like the button and flex classes, but to put it simply, button adds a transition where the rectangle changes color from white to black and and animation that makes the rectangle slightly go up and flex is to arrange the rectangles in rows and columns.

SKIP HERE!

anyway back to the website...

this was the breakthrough idea that made recreating the website SO MUCH EASIER.

aaand after only 10 days, i finally finished!

i will now explain the changes i have made with the website (compared to my website before i recreated it)! it should be obvious but i will do it anyway.

- i added a github button!

this button serves two purposes:

its a button to redirect you to the github repository of the website!

its to get the /section buttons to actually look like they are centered. the main problem of the old navbar was that it did not look centered AT ALL, so i couldnt really center the thing without looking off and weird...

and now, with the github button, everything looks decent!

- changed the footer to look like a simple (rounded) rectangle at the bottom of the page.

this was to "solve" the problem which i had with the footer thingy which was that:

if i wanted the footer to fix on the bottom of the textbox,

but when i zoom out theres so much visibe dead space at the bottom.

and another thing, if i want the footer to stay at the bottom of the screen, it doesnt look like theres dead space, buttttt

the damn footer takes up 10% of the total screen space

so i had an idea...

what if we just contain it in a small rectangle instead of looking like the navbar?

it clearly does not solve the dead space at the bottom problem, but atleast it looks nicer than before and it doesnt look like the navbar anymore :D

oh and also

- I FINALLY FINISHED THE SLOOSHI PHOTO IN THE SIDE OF THE TEXTBOX AFTER LIKE 1 MONTH

YOU CAN SEE THE CHARACTER ON THE IMAGE I JUST SHOWED YOU IF YOU HAVENT NOTICED YET

THIS SHIT TOOK ME SO LONG TO ADD ARMATURES AND POSES AND I FINALLY FINISHED ITHBHRDJ FNJKCKXLM<

i just hope yall like it :>

aaaaaaand thats all that i have changed while recreating the thingy!!!

now the new stuff (theres only one):

- I added a new section on my website called sushiwt/lite!

based on @pagerorgy's sc36.net (and by based i mean i downloaded the html file of the website and edited it), this WAS a temporary home while i was remaking it, but now its just a place where you can see EVERYTHING the site has to offer (in only 1 table)!

i apologize of the fact that this blog is so long, so heres a tl;dr

i remade the website with a convenient way to change the look of an element

i changed the footer's look, added big slooshi, and

added sushiwt/lite, everything in my site in one table

ok goobai :D

- sushiwt <3

[nicodemuslily]

Support 2

Well, I wasn’t supposed to show you this now (because I did other CM sketchdumps before this one), but as I showed you the first part last sunday, I made the effort to draw it this week. ^^;

Anyway, here is the continuation of this >> https://nicodemuslily.tumblr.com/post/707780242129977344/support-another-hotchgarcia-sketchdump-because#notes

So, after Hotch dropped Garcia to his place, he let her in Haley’s hands when he took care of the car (remember, Garcia was sick last sunday). Then Haley offered a glass of water to Garcia and started to ask her some questions. Because if her husband already talked about the weirdest agent of the BAU, he didn’t say much. And she was quite suprised to discover a FBI agent so colorful and sensible. And at the question about her outfit, Garcia answered that Hotch told her: “I don’t care as long as you are dressed up”.

After that, Hotch popped again, they had dinner altogether and, as it was pretty late, Hotch and Haley insisted that she stayed for the night. Garcia has nothing to wear for the occasion, but Haley offered her to wear a tee-shirt and a sweatpant of her husband. Garcia immediately reacted saying: “I was so convinced that he was sleeping in a suit”.

Then in the owners bedroom, Haley asked more about their guest, suddenly worried to see her coming around during the night because of what she experienced. Hotch reassured his wife, telling her that, yes, she would come by because of the nightmares, but after some hours only. Haley thought that was a good occasion to have some fun with her lover. And the lover thought it was a good idea. 

As expected, Garcia had nightmares and, after many hesitations, dared to enter her boss lair to wake him up. Actually, he heard her leaving her bedroom but didn’t move to force her to act. So he dressed up and joined her in the living-room to have a talk with her. She cried again speaking about what she dreamed about, but felt way better at the end of the conversation. 

More than an hour later, Haley woke up, not surprised by the absence of her husband but, by the fact she heard some laugh from downstairs. She then appeared in the living-room and found the two agents arguing around the video tape recorder, Garcia taunting Hotch because of his clumsiness with the high-technology (she said: “Now, I get why you need so much someone like me in your team. It’s because you suck with tech.”).

In the end, they finished all three on the couch looking at a silly and unknown movie Garcia and Hotch love both aaand... fell asleep. Hotch opened an eye the first and the sun was already high in the sky. And it wasn’t the week-end at all. So, yes, the crew looked at them quite suspiciously when they left the elevator some times after, him barely shaved and her wearing the same outfit at the previous day. 

___

Kissing people are so weird to draw. I tried, I even used a reference, but it’s still awfull. Sorry about that. ^^;

Don’t ask me the title of the movie, I have absolutely no idea, but it’s clearly an Hot Shots type (if you have the occasion to watch these movies, it’s brightly absurd, and you don’t even need to have seen the original movies (aka Rambos and Top Gun)). :D   

(I finished the season 10 yesterday morning and began the 11th this morning. Last season of the epicness with my two favorite BAU agents: Hotch and Morgan. I’ll give a try to the following seasons but I know it will be hard without them. T-T)

[self-spaghettification]

rb as this is my pinned post, (despite rebrand) here’s a

preface to my blog

hellooo i’m riley :) they/he, young adult, adhd, pan+nb, & my side / general stuff blog is @freefloatingtemporally , dm for nsfw tdp acct

i moved over to twitter in early july !!

@viiravos : art, writing

other stuff:

top posts, aaravos masterlist & my meta (analysis) list

fic recs

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eensy teensy op lore rant: i am a programmer but i also have a variety of hobbies and bounce between them like a ping pong ball. im adhd, nonbinary, pansexual, and ace-spectrum. my username came from this, i’m not too shy about sharing info about myself. and i’ve been in fandom & drawing since 2016 :)

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i’ve been in the fandom since may 2023, although i’ve been casually watching the show since season 1 came out.

i’ve only watched the show like 3 times total except for, mainly, the aaravos scenes (look don’t @ me HFJSKJFDSK) or for screencap reasons aaand i haven’t read through much of the bonus content </3 [puzzle house, tox, etc…. though i believe i do know most of the important bits :) ]

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my fav characters are aaravos, viren, terry, claudia, and callum, and crow master (tho every character has their merits) —tier list

i generally do not take interest in ships outside of viravos & kimditi, except in specific contexts: ie, the relationship dynamic affecting how characters will be manipulated

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[electricea]

@ofhope sent - Giving out Valentine's wasn't abnormal by any means; in fact, these last couple of years, she's given out plenty! Friends, family, neighbors, classmates... but this one was different. No, it wasn't different. Was it different? Ugh, her heart was practically pounding in her ears, and it was dumb to think the thump-thump-thump of her heartbeat could be heard by anyone else, but that didn't stop her from eyeing passersby none too subtly, wondering if they heard its rapid beat.

They had only been hanging out for a little while, and it wasn't weird to get a gift for someone you've talked to like a handful of times, and yeah it was Valentine's Day but who passes up the opportunity for free candy?! ... Such was her excuse anyway, and blissfully, the halls had cleared out by the time Chie had maneuvered herself around the building, finally locating the bleached head of hair she knew so -- er, didn't know so well. Ugh, when will her heart chill out already?!

"Hey, yo! Sprintmaster!" before she could hesitate, Chie shoved a bag of treats into his hands, tied with a... well, not so neat bow comprised of yellow and black; maybe the color scheme made up for the poor handwork? "I uhh, haaappy... Valentine's... Day? And before you start complaining, they're store-bought! The batch I made diiiidn't... turn out so hot," and now her cheeks are flush, too, when will it end?! "A, anywaaaay, thought you'd want something sweet! Iffff.. you've got time, I rented the latest Trial of the Dragon! Doesn't have to be today or whatever, I made sure to rent it for a whooole week! That gives us plenty of time for a first watch aaand a fifth rewatch!"

Ohh, no. Ooooooh no. This is the moment where- actually, no it's not, because they're not -- and she trips over her feet a little, but manages to balance herself, her hand on top of his. Her hand. On top. Of his. Ooooooh no. This is the moment! Retracting quickly, but not too quickly as to not get to feel the warmth of his hand, Chie laughs a nervous, too obviously nervous, laugh before readying to scramble away. "Seeyousometimelaterremembertocallmebye!!!"

( Valentines Day 2023 - Accepting! )

Perhaps if there was one day he would never become completely used to - it was Valentines Day. Just the sight of seeing so many couples all around him sneaking in gestures of affection and whispered affirmations of love wherever they could - the sight of girls clutching boxes to their chests, with reddened cheeks and nervous faces as they ran off to eagerly present their gifts to some lucky guy. Perhaps a few years ago, he would have been one of the many mopey looking single guys around the school, bemoaning his own bad luck with the girls and already wanting the day to be over.

Though his days of self pitying were long behind him, that still didn't make the day itself any less awkward and with each passing second, he found himself longing for the clock to turn toward, to once again go back to a time of normalcy, when he didn't have to hear about secret crushes, about chocolates and boyfriends and girlfriends. With any luck, it'd be over soon enough.

"Huh?" Lifting up his head curiously, he had grinned at the sight of his old friend, turning to give her an eager thumbs up in response! "Oi, Happy Valentines Day to you too!" He had greeted her with an equal vigour and cheerfulness, always happy to be in her company - how could he not? She was someone who matched his energy and more. "T-These are from you...?" He blinked as he took the chocolates into his hands, face seeming to redden as he realized there had been an attempt at homemade chocolates, even...! Would it have been too embarrassing for him to say that he would have tried them, anyway...?! This was probably just friend chocolate that he was reading too much into! She was a cool girl after all - she'd probably made the rounds with chocolate to lots of guys!

Still...whether that mattered or not, he still found himself touched by the gesture and by her earnest offer of just wanting to spend time together, just watching their favourite martial arts movies and then acting out the moves, after. Watching those types of movies was uniquely fun with her because there was no cynicism about the stunt work, no ridicule at how silly it might have looked - just two people having the time of their life and earnest enjoying a martial arts flick! Really...he couldn't think of a Valentines Day much better than that!

"I...think that'd be a ton of fun!" He's quick to agree, giving her his widest grin yet! ...Though, he pauses as he feels her hand unexpectedly covering his - though it's only a quick brush, but still enough to once again redden his face as he tries not to read too much into it...! Chuckling nervously himself, he runs a hand through his hair as he thinks of something to break the ice.

"You, uh, said you could watch it tonight, right...? I'm...not doing anything tonight."

[officersnickers]

🍂🎃🍁 ��𝓾𝓶𝓹𝓴𝓲𝓷 𝓟𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 🍂🎃🍁

[ykwrites]

bdsjsndhsisn your osamu fic is everythinggggg to me 🥺💖 can i request another fic of him whenever you’re in the mood to write. i’m not picky i just love fluff and osamu :)

Ty! I know this is very late aaand short but I´ve been kind of inactive haha, ty for your interest and love, hope you like it! :))

Pairing: Osamu x reader

Warnings: None

Rating:SFW

MASTERLIST

''What do you think?''a voice asked.

The sudden movement of Osamu sitting on your left almost made you jump back, scared that a random stranger decided to join you.

As soon as you saw him, your body relaxed, and he flashed a sweet smile, laying his back on the grass and looking up at the sky that turned orange.

He brought a green plastic bag that you guessed was probably food.

''About what?'' you said, deciding to lay down too.

''This view''he responded.

''Its relaxing, that`s why I come here''

''I think it´s beautiful, and I also think it´s weird that you decide to come here alone and sit next to the the river''

''You always say that''

''Because you don´t ever call me to come with you''he laughed.

''Osamu, I´ve been here for an hour''

''And?''

''You were working''

''I know''

You see him turn to look at you from the corner of your eye, and know he is definitely pouting.

Osamu was insistent, even more so since he confessed he liked you about a month ago. Nothing came of that confession, you liked him too but thought a relationship was not the best idea for both of you right now, and that didn´t seem to bother him at all.

''Stop pouting''you laughed faintly.

''I already told you, you can call anyway, the business is mine so if I leave early the boss won´t care, because I am the boss''

''You have a restaurant to run''

''Enough of that''he sat up, a wide smile on his face ''I brought fresh onigiri and drinks''

''Another dinner along the river?''

''Yes''

''Thank you, Samu''sitting up, you excitely took the drink he was giving you ''You are a life saver''

''It´s nothing, try the onigiri''

You happily complied, taking a bite and instantly closing your eyes to enjoy how delicious it was. Osamu was such a great cook.

''Perfect, as always''

''Is it?''he asked.

He had a smug look going on, and you knew exactly why. He was an open book.

''It is'' you reiterated, holding your laughter in anticipation.

''Then you should kiss the cook''like a child, he closed his eyes and leaned over with his lips pursing.

This was your time to mess with him a bit.

''Oh, you are right, I should do that... where´s Tsumu?''

''Huh?''his eyes shoot wide open, offended by that comment.

''He told me he was helping you today, I assume he made these''you continue teasing.

''The disrespect I am feeling right now, my brother only cleans, he comes nowhere near my food!''

''Okay, calm down chef''

''Tsk''he clicked his tongue.

Moments like these were to cherish, the calm and warmth he made you feel.

Withou thinking much, you leaned and pecked his lips, it was as natural as breathing and after the short kiss you just went back to eating like nothing happened.

Osamu grew silent, completely stunned.

''No''you heard him say.

''What do you mean?''you looked at him, raising an eyebrow and instantly feeling embarrased when you saw his face all red.

''You can´t just kiss me like that and pretend nothing happened''

''Huh?''honestly, that question came more from embarrassment than confusion.

''I know you don´t want to talk about it, but we will''

Of course, pretending wasn´t going to last as long as you would like, even less when you were so dumb and treated Osamu like your bouyfriend even though you said it was bad timing for a relationship.

''I thought you were playing, I´m sorry''you said, apologetic.

Osamu clicked his tongue, crossing his arms to look at you frowning.

''I think it´s so dumb that you don´t want to make this official''

''It´s not that I don´t want to... I´m just scared our friendship will end if we break up''

''We are not breaking up''

''We are not together''

''Jesus''he breathed deep, frustrated ''We already act like a couple''

''Okay... you might have a point''

''Might?''raising an eyebrow, he looked at you up and down.

''Again, I´m sorry''

''I`ll forgive you if you admit we're dating and give me another kiss''

Who could say no to that beautiful face? You were lying to yourself if you ever said you didn´t like him.

Screw fear, like Osamu so cofidently said, you weren´t going to break up.

''Okay, from now on, we are officially a couple''offering a cheeky smile, you finally said it.

''See? It wasn´t that hard''Osamu laughed with you, his face coming closer without notice.

He didn´t wait for the kiss and did it himself, this time with full purpose and sweetness, straight out of a movie.

In the end, he was right as always.

[anguishedlurker]

Welcome tot eh second to last chapter chapter 7 right this way

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Sooo when Frostbite had originally taken Danny back, he’d explained, right? That what Technus and Skulker had done was sort of… muddy certain channels in his core.

And of course Frostbite had shown him how to clear it out, now!

Theoretically he could flush those channels on his own now, but with having those channels blocked for long enough he was told that it was safer to take some meds and wait for those to work.

And now they had worked (albeit all at once with repressed ice powers locked and loaded), congratulations to him, and he most definitely wasn’t ignoring the argument as he flew away, screaming behind him as he went.

“I’ll keep everything in mind, and if she asks then this was the point we swapped back okaythanksBYE!”

Danny wasn’t stupid, okay? Or spacey, thanks. Plenty of thoughts in this skull. He still knew how to talk to people and basically avoid real truth telling. Not to mention that he was perfectly capable of having a meaningful opinion on what was going on, which should be a given!

And yes, he did in fact absorb the weird lies his other half went with in lieu of real answers. He could work with this just fine.

Frostbite didn’t follow as he darted away, a blessing to Danny right now. The Far Frozen's hospital was designed differently to human ones, sure, but it was still a hospital and made his skin crawl. He just wanted to leave right now.

The large halls and doors made it way easier to dart around corners at least!

Freedom was at hand, but then he got to remember one teensy detail, right?

Valerie, in the lobby.

He’d even shouted about her as he flew away and somehow, it was a surprise to see her examining the chess set, eyes flicking away onto him.

Well, he wasn’t going to manage subtlety right now.

“Swap back complete; Medical examination is not.”

Aaand maybe he was getting a taste of his own medicine for butting heads with his other half over Valerie, the air turning toxic with anger.

“Sorry, you mean to say that they didn’t even bother to finish medically examining you two before doing the swap back?”

“Wrong! Getting re-examined afterwards.”

The lie was so perfect. He was doing so well.

“And they let you go without him? Plus, what, no loyalty to your partner in crime?”

So well about the lying anyways. Not about the handling Valerie.

“He doesn’t need it! I mean, what, you want me to hold his hand while Frostbite shines a light in his eyes? I’m a fantastic moral support, but that just seems excessive.”

She looked ready to crush the chess piece, but seemed to catch herself with a forced deep breath.

“Back to form I see. So what now, then? Wait for Danny to get out?”

Well…

“Might be a bit. Nothing should’ve happened, but Frostbites is going to want to do a second full once-over just to make sure; I heal fast. Everything done to my body is gone. Him, not so much, but we couldn’t keep waiting to swap.”

The chess piece was slammed onto the board in response.

“I… can’t believe I missed this part. What exactly happened on your end?”

“Oh you know, just flew around the world twice over and solved all its problems on the way. Nothing major.”

If looks could kill…

“Got shot at least once, got stabbed at least once, and you know what an adrenaline rush is enough to know that in the heat of the moment you’re not paying attention. He’s bruised, sore, and everything else too and I can’t say much more because it’s not like the backseat was a good place to check.”

He was doing so great at lying.

“We took several hours to get to his house because he insisted on a nap; what about then? Did you care to check then?”

He was doing so badly at lying.

“Bold of you to assume I didn’t also pass out in the nearest ditch over some of the injuries.”

Danny was probably worse than his other half at expressions and emotions right now, but he was pretty sure the constipated look on Valerie’s face finally wasn’t about his godly lying skills and now about a mix of worry and guilt.

Pretty sure. Not one hundred percent or anything.

“Look, you wanna fight? Or do you want to ditch the hospital and let them catch up with us later because you’ve got a snowflake's chance in the fire realm of getting back there with him?”

“I take it you’re ditching no matter what I do?” She asked, clearly seething as she was made to pick a priority.

“Yup. We might be able to heckle WinterRose for free bowls of soup if you wanna come with.”

“Being a menace t-”

“All in good faith! Besides, we can get him one too.”

“Well hold up a little more here, who the hell even is WinterRose?” Valerie pressed.

Danny gave her a vacant look as he formed his answer.

“The lady in charge of the soup stall.”

Valerie scowled, looking straight past Danny as she made snap decisions.

“Can’t be more boring than trying to solo play chess.” She decided, finally releasing her hostage of one (1) knight piece and stepping away from the table.

“That’s the spirit!”

Danny very politely refused to point out that Valerie could’ve asked the receptionist for cards. Baby steps.

“Oh, and we didn’t want to point it out on our way here but you can use your board to stay off the ground directly and nobody will blink. Ghost society and all, flight is normal.”

Back to lethal glares he sees! Whatever, he just didn’t want to hear it when her feet hurt from walking or whatever.

Not that she’d complain. She’d probably rather drop dead.

“Shouldn’t we inform someone?” She questioned as she drifted behind him, deliberately slow compared to his clear itch to be gone from the hospital.

“I will purchase a hat and eat it if the receptionist hasn’t been listening in on nearly everything we’ve said and can’t relay any of that to Frostbite.”

“Frostbite would not appreciate that medical trip.” The receptionist intoned, not looking up from the paperwork spread across her desk.

“Lucky us that we don’t need to make it!”

“Oh yeah, the clown nose is back on in full force. And here I thought the somber situation pierced your skull for once.”

Oh, she totally walked into this one.

“Honk honk.” He mimed, giggling as he flew away.

Sure, he couldn’t really hear teeth grind behind him, but he sure could imagine it!

The whole non-chase ended about twelve feet off the ground outside, Valerie having busted out the hoverboard to rise to his level.

“I should shoot you anyways. Why should I not just shoot you anyways?” She hissed, catching up.

“Two things; You attack me and the yetis will promptly not be on your side, and you will never be forgiven for it!” He hummed.

“What have I done, like, cosmically?” She bemoaned, staring blankly at Danny after processing that he was correct. Perhaps debating the pleasure of shooting him into bits nonetheless.

“Can’t help you there! But it’s soup time.”

He could hear her groan again as he turned.

“You sure you passed the physical inspection? Something might be fucked in the head.”

“Worse than what you usually think my head is?”

See, he could keep up good banter still! It was finneeeee!

“Ugh. Move it or lose it.”

“That’s the spirit again! Getting the hang of it.” He cheered, already flying away.

Despite the capacity to build high and reach where they needed to be regardless of ladders, the yetis favored low and open planning; So finding WinterRose’s restaurant stall thing was a matter of sweeping the ground.

Still, maybe he should’ve predicted that the kids would spot him. This was a very logical event to happen, getting spotted in general.

He’d barely scraped his boots on the top of the snow before getting mobbed by small (for the species) children.

“Yes yes, hi, hello! But could we maybe say hello back before trying to climb on me?”

Obviously he was smiling anyways as the kids shuffled away with guilt and shame.

“Hello Mr. Phantom.” Sheerwind awkwardly greeted. The others chorused in turn, twice as awkward.

“D’aw, you can drop the Mister part! I just don’t know many cultures where the mobbing is the greeting, and you know you can’t skip saying hello!”

It wasn’t really chastising them, and if it was then it wasn’t being done worse than their parents would for the event.

A few sorries broke out in his little crowd.

Valerie hovered at the edge of his vision, staying out of the whole thing.

“Now! I’d stay and get mobbed, but I was actually taking my friend here to go get soup from Miss WinterRose. Do any of you know where she’s put her stall?”

The children paused, and Tumblethorn slowly focused on him with a dead serious look in her eyes.

“It’s a pavilion to you Mr. Phantom.” She intoned, nailing WinterRose’s voice to an uncanny degree.

Danny raised his eyebrows in accordance to his being suitably impressed by her talent.

“One of these days that’s gonna get you in trouble I tell ya. So better make it worth it before it gets banned.”

“But if I’m polite about it then it wont get banned!”

“Well, where’s the fun in being polite?”

“Well if being polite is no fun, you won’t mind THIS!” Sheerwind shouted, promptly tackling Danny.

He let it happen, at that point. The mob had earned their right to torment him by virtue of him existing, afterall.

How dare he be so tackle-able, honestly!

He was easily brought to ground, landing himself and everyone else in the nearest snowdrift he could veer towards.

Everyone knew this drill, scattering away on landing to bring large piles of snow to bury him with.

“Alright kids, I think uh… It may be time to free Phantom from his icy prison.” Valerie suggested, sounding strained.

“We’re just getting started though!” Blizzardheart argued, dropping more snow on top. Danny could feel the weight shift., entirely buried already but for his boots.

“Sorry, kids. I mentioned soup right? We still gotta go get that.”

He was certain he looked hilarious as he sat up from the snow, the three kids scattering away as he did.

“You’ll come around after, right?” Tumblethorn asked, clearly aiming for a guilt trip.

“I promise no such thing. I’m not here alone, and we’re gonna need to get back home soon as we can leave. Right?” he asked, looking at Valerie for support.

“Uhm. Right. Our uh, friend, just needs to finish up at the uh…”

“Hospital. Regular checkup stuff, rest assured, but he’ll want out as soon as Frostbite will let him go.”

Simple, easy, barely even a lie.

“Frostbite will get that done so faasst though!” Sheerwind whined.

“That’s his job though?” Blizzardheart attempted to argue.

“I mean, yeah but then Mr. Phantom doesn’t have time to play!”

“Fleet says-”

“Fleet says a lot, and mama says you probably shouldn’t listen so much.”

“Hooo-kaayyy, and I’m gonna assume that I’m not needed in that argument. Maybe go see if the arena’s clean today, it’s always cool to try shooting the ball clear across the field.” Danny suggested.

“We can take a hint.” Tumblethorn huffed, rolling her eyes.

“I didn’t hear no hints. C’mon, let’s-”

“I can take a hint and these dweebs.” Tumblethorn corrected, grabbing Sheerwind by the horns and beginning to drag. Blizzardheart seemed content to not draw ire to themself, waving as Tumblethorn corralled them all away.

With a wave and a slight turn he smirked at Valerie.

“Not one for children are you?”

“Shove it, snow-head.”

“No, no! You did good! Awkward but not mean, which is as much as you can ask from a lot of people.”

He got a suspicious squint as a reward for his complementing skills.

“Well, hopefully they don’t turn back up before we leave. Shouldn’t they be off pestering their own friends, anyways?”

Ahhh….

“Well, yes. But also… no? I mean… those were the village children. All of them. Minus teenager equivalents granted, but I don’t think Fleetfoot or Bright… You aren’t stuck on them being the only three, are you?”

Cycling from explaining to questioning when there was clear confusion was very important, afterall.

“Just three kids in the whole village? This place isn’t small.”

“Yetis are functionally immortal. If your population lives forever, how often do children really need to occur?”

Danny supposed it was a weird conversation to run into your first time around, so credit where it was due to needing to ask.

Valerie obviously had some sort of thoughts about this information, but Danny couldn’t parse out the particulars of it before she shook her head and went back to her laser focus.

“Soup time.” He nodded, pretending they were in agreement.

Valerie did not appreciate him launching upwards into the air again, but this time there was a point.

Pavilion, hilarious a word as it was, was also a pretty accurate term for the establishment; Easy to spot from up high in such a flat place.

Danny categorically refused to ask how WinterRose managed to move it around the way she did. Either he would be brushed off or suckered into a three hour lesson he didn’t actually want.

Still, easy enough to get on top of the structure and turn invisible, peering down like he was hanging off the world's most roof-shingled couch

“No.” Was all he heard before a spoon nailed him dead between the eyes. He’s pretty sure he heard Valerie snort as she lowered past him.

“C’mon, cant even let me win for five seconds?”

“Track me down in my off time.” WinterRose instructed, clearly bemused.

“I was uh. Expecting another…” Valerie awkwardly started, forcing herself not to stare already.

“That’s rude at best-” He cut off, only to get cut off himself.

“Yeti, I take it. I’m not, no. But if you’re one of his living friends, then rest assured I’ve been here longer than you’ve been born for.”

His chastisement of the point-out interrupted, he let himself drop the rest of the way. He did not bother to turn upright, though.

“No, seriously, that’s rude.” He settled for, lacking anything witty to say.

“I think it’s a fair question why there’s a snow leopard woman in the yeti society.” Valerie huffed.

“No, it’s rude. I moved here. Simple. Or do people not move in your city?”

Valerie's jaw clicked shut at that, and she was obviously left trying to find a response that didn’t make her sound even worse.

Even Danny hadn’t ever asked, though had clearly wondered enough to get it with a spoon for it the first time they met. Whatever had happened for her to move here wasn’t any of Danny’s concern.

He could grant that it was novel to see her the first few times. Being shorter than the shortest yetis that weren’t children (but taller than the average human man), and infinitely more wiry and lithe in form than either species made her stick out.

“You’ll have to pardon her crimes just this once; it’s her first time in the zone for longer than it takes to get shot.” He pleaded.

WinterRose wasn’t truly mad yet, but the ‘yet’ was the catch. And he would prefer to have soup today.

“Sad existence, then. Get better friends by next time.”

Valerie ended up looking away as she tensed, bothered for reasons Danny couldn't bring himself to care about or empathize with at that moment.

“Get a bowl, find a table. I assume you’ve got your other friends?” WinterRose questioned.

“Just Danny.” Valerie answered, not waiting for Danny.

“We are both Danny.” He added, having to groan at this one.

It’s fine enough that she thinks they’re separate; that’s the point of the lying! But could she at least remember that they’ve got the same first name?

“Well, then she knows who the other Danny is!”

WinterRose was hard to read, but it seemed like she was stuck between being faintly entertained and being very very confused.

“Well, grab the soup anyways. Shipment came in yesterday, everything is as fresh as it gets.” WinterRose settled for, advertising slightly to any onlookers.

“Soup.” Danny agreed readily, deciding to ignore Valerie’s attempts at… whatever her goal was.

Never let it be said he couldn’t enjoy a good soup when he came across one, even if he could only identify maybe one or two ingredients in it.

“What’s in this?” Valerie asked, examining the color as she conceded to sitting with him.

“No clue.” He admitted, happily eating his soup.

“I- so how do you know if it’s human safe?”

“Nobody has died yet!” He chirped, shoving more soup into his mouth.

“Child, I do not think she is reassured.” WinterRose chastised slightly.

“Yeah, uh, could you-”

“I will not be making a separate soup. I can give you the ingredient list and my assurances that this is made to be safe for as many as possible, but either risk it or don’t.”

Valerie seemed largely offput by WinterRose, never quite gaining her footing socially.

The realization that WinterRose wasn’t kidding was punctuated by the spoon hitting the bottom of the bowl as Valerie settled on a scowl.

“It’s good soup.” Danny staunchly insisted, like he had the power to shame Valerie into eating it anyways.

“No, seriously, nobody’s ever-?” Valerie huffed, moving to cut off the arguments path.

“If you were to die from my soup, you would be the first. As stated already.”

WinterRose was getting slightly scathing about it, and Valerie picked up on that like a bloodhound as she turned to look at her.

“Hey, hey. Think of niceness. Being polite. Think of having to explain to him why exactly you got kicked out of the soup stall. Whatever works to not do this in public.” Danny hissed, trying to appeal to her reason.

Whatever was left of it, anyways.

He could almost hear her neck pop as she snapped back towards him.

Lucky him, he was fundamentally correct. What a relief it was when she forcefully slumped down and grabbed her spoon again.

“Has anyone told you that you’re super annoying?” Valerie questioned, probably aiming to be intimidating.

“Annoying, right, and really aware that the nutrition paste tastes like… well, paste. Soup? Soup is good. Soup is where the love is stored. Soup will keep us from going insane in a tin can.”

WinterRose’s hack sounded suspiciously like a laugh from his position, not that he’d validate it with a look.

“Sooo…” Valerie drawled, trying to appear laid back.

Oh no, he knew that look!

“Ugh. Interrogation, again?”

“Will you let me ask my question if I say you’re right that Danny’s not your problem to answer for?”

u h m .

“I’m at a loss to what you’re asking about then!” He deflected.

“I’m not that one track! Just- how often do you come over here? In general?”

“Well for non-medical emergencies we visit once every two normal human weeks to stop by and keep touch with my only doctor, provided we can get back before the weekend is over given all the time weirdness. Why?”

Valerie absently twirled her spoon in the bowl as she contemplated.

“And for medical emergencies?”

“Well as you’ve seen this isn’t a five minute ambulance ride over. Whoever’s getting treated needs to be able to survive the trip first yet severe enough that the trip’s worth it, so mostly it’s only when we don’t have another answer to follow.”

Eugh, he was sounding like- okay, well, himself. But that was still bad.

“That’s bad, you know.”

“Trust me, literally everyone knows that. This is not the scathing observation you want it to be.”

The only sign of her anger was the flexing of her hand, mostly hidden by her suit anyways.

Was this mocking her or just banter? A fantastic question with no answer, he was afraid.

“Just remember that your problems are everyone else’s too. What-” She growled, taking another spoonful of soup.

“Public place. Getting kicked out. You get to cool it or explain this later.”

“What makes you think he’ll be on your side?”

“He likes you, but… not enough to ignore how much you hate me just to take your side.”

That seemed to catch Valerie off guard.

“I’m not getting where you’ve gotten that anyone’s unwilling here, honestly? Like, me and him have snipped back and forth all day too,, but does it really look like something screwy is going on? You’ve already decided on your own we’ve been a team all along, right? Why’s it surprising, then?”

Valerie’s shock was clear, jaw moving without aim as words were formed and shot down in her head, never making it to speech.

Was Danny insane, or was all of this hitting where it hurt somehow when none of what he was saying should really be wall-cracking?

He still wasn’t stupid; Valerie didn’t like Phantom, and that was fine. Standard.

And she’s decided that Phantom and Fenton are working together. Weird, but simple.

So why’s his (second) most earnest foot forward hitting so hard?

This was all so… dumb.

“Fine… what’s the plan when we’re done with soup, then? You never said.”

Danny could recognize a subject change for what it was, and all the same it was for the better.

“The plan was to bring him soup. We could probably wait here, though. They shouldn’t be that long overall.”

“Hm.”

“You’ve gotta admit that this is better than a hospital waiting room.”

“I- yeah. It’s not like… whatever. Is there anything else to do here?”

“Plenty! But I’m waiting at the soup stall.”

“What’s so special about the soup stall that this is just the default meetup spot?”

“It’s… It’s the soup stall. And it’s good soup.”

Again, the repressed anger.

But this time she just grabbed the rest of the bowl and started chugging.

“Huh???”

“You can wait on your own. Clearly you’re not cut out to be a tour guide, and if I'm stuck here because dipshit needs a checkup I’m not just sitting here.”

He, uh…

Man, this was a pretty good Uno reverse card on him.

“Alright. Sure. Just don’t kill anyone.”

He knew he didn’t really nail the casual lean back and dismissive disinterest, but really- what could he do? Should he do?

She was hardly incapable of holding her own if nothing else!

And also, he wanted to savor the soup.

“G-great! See ya-”

She was left blinking at his easy acceptance, trying to play it off like she hadn’t been expecting a tag along.

“Soon, just make it soon. It really shouldn’t be that much longer.”

Really, what would she do with the free time? If anything a scrap or three might make someone respect her better.

Might prove Frostbite’s point, but that was only if he heard about it before they left.

Yeah, this had no way to blow up in his face at all.

Valerie waved him off as she glided away, accepting him as an irrelevant factor after all this time.

“Delightful child, that one.” WinterRose remarked wryly.

“I’d say shove it, but she’s really been earning that sort of commentary today.” He huffed, continuing to eat his soup.

Who could blame him for finally having his patience frayed, really? He’s getting interrogated, and apparently the amount of interrogation was already a fight!

“Cannot help but think you usually keep better company. And the bar for it? Simply-”

“Yeah, yeah. Look, she’s not even bad company usually. She’s just… Okay, well, do you have two hours and access to a powerpoint?”

WinterRose seemed to purse her lips slightly, though it was a little hard to tell.

“Complication is hardly an acceptable way to excuse complete lack of care. Still, fine. You like her. Who is your final friend with the same name?” WinterRose questioned.

Well, as always, he could respect her calling it as she saw it. She was hardly a stranger to him and his friends’ spats, having pushed Sam and Tucker’s faces into their soup bowls on multiple occasions for starting the same old fights in her stall.

“Complicated, again.” He settled for.

“Rumor says that it’s you in two.”

Arms crossed, she was pretty unamused with whatever potential scam or shenanigan was going on.

“Please do not mention that to her. We’re having enough issues dancing around that.”

He could feel yeti eyes shift away at the words, not that he’d been especially paying attention to prying listeners to begin with.

“Friend who cannot know the deepest part of you is you? Bad friend, at best.”

Danny groaned and slumped into his own hands, idly picking snow bits out of his hair. Odd how it hadn’t melted yet.

“Complicated.”

“Suit yourself. Now be good advertisement and stay; new metal shipment should be in, and visitors seeing Phantom become customers.”

He shook his head in mock chastisement, risking getting whacked for it.

Thankfully he was extra knot in his skull free, WinterRose shaking her head in mock disapproval of his lack of business sense.

Back to his soup. For now, his job was to wait.

Don't Shoot; It's me! No, the other guy! (#38, fake body swap)

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Of things Danny should have predicted, Skulker and Technus teaming up one day was going to land pretty high on the list.

It all started so normal, too! Getting multiple ghosts at once wasn’t uncommon anymore, and Skulker appearing? Must be a day that ends with Y.

Technus, though...

“I’ll pelt you yet, whelp!” Skulker bellowed, having been ineffectually brained with the remains of a lamppost.

Technus was thusly absorbing the lamppost's remains into his suit, adding yet another object that would qualify as a taser in the right circumstances.

“AND I, TECHNUS, WILL USE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO-”

“No, really, do you ever shut up?!” Danny cut him off, meanwhile diving behind the remains of- ooohhh this was that vegan place Sam liked. He was going to hear about this one for weeks.

“Your disrespect remains immeasurable, child.” Skulker growled, not wasting time in obliterating what was left of the building.

“YEAH, WHAT IS HE? CHOPPED LIVER?”

Danny didn’t pay this mind, throwing some potshots at the both of them as he skittered away for new cover.

“He’s a mecha pain in my- AAA”

We interrupt this smart comment for debris! Debris; A mark of your failure to protect.

Debris wasn’t a new threat, but regardless? That was going to bruise.

Danny was ready to punch them to paste barehanded if it’d get this fight to stop. Skulker already had a weapon making shield borderline painful to maintain against blasts, and with Technus in tow couldn’t be trusted to not get a random power-boost.

Meaning this needed to end, now!

However, “now” would have to be sometime after Technus’s blasts stopped slapping him down like an especially annoying kitten.

“Ah, finally showing cowardice whelp?” Skulker taunted, lazily aiming one of his guns as Danny darted somewhere over an alleyway.

“I prefer to call it intelligence!”

“RUNNING WILL NOT HELP YOU HERE, PEST!” Technus borderline giggled.

Clearly, Danny thought as a piece of roof exploded behind him.

… That one might’ve been that weirdo occult shop that was trying to set up without him noticing. Couldn’t say he’d miss it, if nothing else.

It was really starting to look like “damage control” meant doing some damage himself to cut this short.

He was absolutely going to hear it from Sam once he was done here, as it wasn’t like ecto-ice was easy to clean up. (God knows what's IN that Danny!)

Somewhere in the distance the Fenton GAV wailed, a bad sign for all participants.

So… one shot to do this, maybe two… Eh. He’s had worse odds before!

One last sacrificial rubble pile to buy a second, aaand-

“I DO BELIEVE WE MUST CUT THIS ONE SHORT! SKULKER, IF YOU WOULD?”

“It's a pleasure to use this new toy.”

Danny didn’t even get time to throw an icicle at them.

The rubble exploded, and then Danny exploded, flung across the street like a sack of potatoes and making several things give an upsetting crack on landing.

Screw bruising at this point, he’d be lucky if all of this managed to heal before Monday.

Note to self: Never ever let Technus Skulker pair up ever again.

“FASCINATING RESULTS!” Technus beamed as Danny groaned his way onto his feet.

“Your move, whelp.” Skulker growled, gun pointed at Danny.

“That little toy? Ha, it barely even-!”

And see, there’s many things about Danny’s powers that would never be properly explained to his friends. How intrinsic they all were by now, above all else.

A running start and pathetic hop into the air didn’t actually mean much for flying; by all accounts Danny could go from zero to sixty in a standing position.

So, the raw humiliation of that pathetic hop- intended to be a full assault launch- landing him in a kneeling position took a second to process.

It was just so impossible.

The metal on Skulkers helm twisted to a smile as the gun gave a shrill whine.

Technus giggled as he absorbed a car into his already overburdened monstrosity of a mech, clearly thinking this fight was done.

The GAV siren had never been so loud.

There was really only one choice: Run. Run for his life.

The street lit up behind him, adrenaline carrying him much faster than he had any right to be on foot.

“RUNNING AGAIN, WHELP?” Technus shouted, much too close for Danny’s liking.

“That’s Skulker’s thing!” He shouted back, at a total loss for anything witty.

“I’ve done no such thing as run, child!”

“I THINK HE MEANS THE TERM WHELP.”

Oh good, yes! Get distracted!

“Your thievery of my vocabulary will not go unpunished; yet, for now, we have our prey-”

“UNPUNISHED? WE ARE ALLIES! TO RAISE YOUR HAND IN VIOLENCE AGAINST ME NOW WOULD-”

“Not right now you imbecilic-”

The blasts behind him were slowing down immensely already, buying him a slide around a corner with enough lead to shove himself between buildings.

Still, even with this he wasn’t exactly well hidden.

His options, in this fine back alley, were… A broken mirror, two cardboard boxes, and a dumpster.

…

The dumpster was uncomfortably moist as he shoved himself in and closed the top, and the smell- is this the nasty burger dumpster??

Slowly the town map in his head adjusted. Eugh… Desperation carried him farther than he thought.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE’VE LOST HIM!?”

“The shot must have suppressed his signature. The tracker will be borderline worthless unless we are on top of him.”

Oh, good! Truly, a fair trade for his powers! And once he was done being sarcastic, probably the single blessing he’d get out of this.

“I WOULD CALL THAT EVEN LESS THAN BORDERLINE.”

“Your worthless insistence on semantics is duly noted.”

The bickering continued into the distance, followed shortly by the GAV wailing and his father pointedly screaming.

“Rotten ghosts, molecule by molecule would be too good for you!”

“Phantoms not re-appearing on the radar, but keep an eye out regardless. Who knows what cloaking tactics it’s come up with this time. To the right!” His mom warned, getting fainter and fainter (in the wrong direction) as the GAV sped after Technus and Skulker. Or wherever the altered signal was leading them.

One would think it’d only work the once...

Danny was left to contemplate the situation in silence. Nothing would get done in the dumpster, sure, but hey, uncomfortably moist? More like comfortably hidden.

But beyond that being cowards talk, he reeaallly couldn’t sit there and trust that his parents or even Valerie would pull through on this one.

Okay, well, first task; Phase out of the dumpster.

An action that should be on the same level as ‘flex your jaw’, and yet, Danny was no less uncomfortably moist in sauce juice by the end of his attempt.

The whole thing was unpleasantly reminiscent of the Fenton crammer, minus the shrinking. Powers suffocated to the vaguest wisps in the back of his skull, borderline hallucinations to his futile attempts to use them.

Still stuck in the dumpster, Danny mentally conceded to plan B; Phone a friend.

Tucker was, unfortunately, out at a tech event for the weekend. Which meant it needed to be Sam.

Sam, who was stuck appeasing her parents today in exchange for the stunt with Ms. Hoffman last week.

Somewhere in the distance shots sounded off, indicating that someone had found his two enemies.

Danny didn’t have high hopes as he popped open the dumpster lid and shakily dialed. First of all it’d require Sam to already be out of the dreaded social situation, and secondly it’d mean he got a stroke of good luck if she picked up either way.

His anxiety collapsed to resignation as the ring tone meandered on, leaving him to ignore the layers of irony and humor in his ringtone having been changed to Mystery Skulls’ Ghost.

Pink blasts flashed in the sky from somewhere distant, meaning either Vlad got involved or Valerie had shown up- one more likely than the other.

“Hi! If you don’t know who this is, you shouldn’t have called anyways, and if you do and I didn’t pick up then I’m ignoring you specifically and your voicemail better give me a good reason to call back. And Tucker, if that’s you, I’m not paying for that. You know I’m not. Stop asking. Leave a message after the-”

Danny didn’t wait any longer to hang up. No voicemail would ever be secure enough to risk actually leaving one, and leaving one wouldn’t even speed up the response time.

An especially bright pink and green flash washed over what was probably half the town, and a large crash sounded from several different points in the area.

Now down the phone a friend option, Danny elected to revisit and modify plan A by throwing his leg over the side of the dumpster instead.

You know, the lame way to exit.

None of his bones liked him as he hit the ground, the wind in his metaphorical sails really not keeping up with what he needed to be doing.

Even with the self deprecation heavily suppressed, the situation didn’t really brighten outside of the dumpster. How, precisely, would boxes aide him here? Box Ghost was still pretty peeved over the whole cardboard-boxes-dissolve-in-water solution...

A thoughtless attempt to transition between forms left a suspiciously glass-like popping noise to ring in his ears and leave him fallen face-first onto the ground.

The most intact piece of mirror sat across him, dimly processing as unsafe for workers to be near as the gerbil controlling intelligent thought in his head took a smoke break.

… Seriously, why not have just tossed the thing into the dumpster itself? It’s right there!

The gerbil returned from its smoke break as Danny took in his reflection somewhat, the wheel powering his thoughts creaking back to life.

The crammer had slowly stripped him of every Phantom attribute until only Fenton remained, while right now the present cause to all his woes seemed to have merged his clothes straight down to his hoodie and left every other feature untouched.

It was… weird.

And deeply irrelevant, actually. He needed to either try calling Jazz (ugh) or haul himself home to see if he can’t glue a solution together (different ugh).

Time to shove himself back up to kneeling and pick the gravel out of his teeth (hrng).

While he was at it, it might be a good idea to start a list of cameras that’d need their footage wiped. Even if Fenton’s clothes weren’t incriminating he just didn’t need-

There was an ecto gun by his head, the safety giving a click as it was turned off.

“Would you like to beg?”

He knew that voice- by god did he know that voice. Valerie had to be on that hoverboard just out of his field of view.

He had to have missed some sort of movement while slumped forward by the mirror- it’s not like he wasn’t in enough pain for reality to start blurring.

But that didn’t help, did it? Because he was readily identifiable as Phantom to a girl who wanted half of him dead(er), with zero powers or wit to throw at the situation that wouldn’t just get him shot faster.

But what would help!? She didn’t have any interest in listening to Phantom, barely had any in listening to Fenton, though her lethal intent would at least be lower!

Somehow, someway, the gerbil in his head clipped through the wheel's geometry and resolved to never return.

“Don’t shoot, Val, it’s me! Danny!”

The gun got MUCH louder in response

“Well, Danny Phantom, I think knowing my name-”

“N-No! Fenton!”

He could hear the dial-up noises in Valerie's head, he himself stuck on trying to process how royally he just screwed himself over.

“Let’s suppose, for just one second here, that I don’t believe that.”

“L-look Val, belief doesn’t have much to do with the fact that I’m like, super harmless right now. Literally what would I gain by telling you that?”

He could feel her eyes stare even harder, dissecting his identity in this new light.

“Time.”

Well, he had a good run…

The alleyway promptly exploded, leaving Valerie to skitter off to who knows where as she swore worse than any adult Danny had had the displeasure of listening to.

Danny himself was left hyperventilating in the dust, promptly hopping back into the dumpster and burying himself in the worst effort towards hiding he’s probably ever managed.

“I TOLD YOU IT WOULD BE HIGHLY UNLIKELY FOR HIM TO HAVE HIDDEN HERE.”

“Disappointing, and unexpected. The chase is far more important, but what distracted her?”

“I DO NOT BELIEVE THIS TO MATTER. YOU MAY HAVE SAID PRACTICALLY ON TOP, BUT I THINK AT THIS POINT IN THE ALLEY IT’S SAFE TO SAY HE’S NOT-”

“Move it or lose it, socket-licker. One of our high value targets is running.”

“YOU ARE ONE TO TALK, SHORTSTOCK. INSULTS ASIDE, I WAS GETTING THERE.”

Skulker’s “No, you weren’t. And you’re lucky we’re working together you-” got fainter as the two continued to completely miss his idiot self hidden just under the surface of two tonnes of food slime.

This was now the second time Danny was in the same dumpster, and honestly? He STILL didn’t want to leave!

He couldn’t cave to the desire this time either- trying to out his identity to Valerie in a last ditch effort to save his hide was officially going to go down as one of his dumbest decisions ever.

He couldn’t even think of anything funny his friends would mock him with this time. It was stupid all the way down.

Feet to the ground, eyes peeled for enemies- gone for now.

Time to unbend his pride and beat his mile run record while trying to call Jazz. Hey, multitasking!

He was going to lose his mind over this one. Even without his personal missteps this was bad.

“Hi, this is Jasmine Fenton! Hopefully I can get back to you soon, but for now, please leave a message after the-”

Click.

Two options, he pondered as he did a running slide past the corner grocery store.

One: Jazz was doing tutoring and had her phone off.

Or, possibly, two: Their parents loaded her onto the GAV and didn’t take no for an answer.

He didn’t hear her earlier trying to scream advice in an attempt to circumvent the danger their parents posed to everyone, but was it even a Tuesday for her to be busy with tutoring? Or maybe she does tutoring on Thursdays…

None of it mattered obviously. He had to get to Fenton Works ASAP.

There wasn’t strictly much that could help him, but he couldn’t imagine anything going even more wrong by using the splitter to try and get some part of him functioning again.

At worst, he’d have two people to drive the Speeder so he/they could gun it to Frostbite and see what could medically be done.

This totally didn’t gloss over every logistic and science issue ever, no sir!

And even if it did, what kind of options was he supposed to come up with right now!?

One more cut through an alleyway and Danny was in the home stretch towards Fenton works.

This moment was of course the same one a massive crash and crunch of metal sounded off a block away. Maximum.

Before he’d had the saving grace of a hiding spot. Now? Not so much! All it’d take was for Skulker or Technus to remember that they could fly above buildings and-

Well there went his survival odds!

The second after, Valerie flew above their heads, shooting down at them even as they launched onto his street.

And, for as distracting as she was, he couldn’t say his odds just got any higher.

Danny nearly took the door off its hinges trying to get in faster than anything could shoot at him, barely in before the street was awash in pink and green.

Just because he knew he couldn’t get blamed for this (mostly) didn’t mean the sense that he was so dead over this stopped creeping in.

“I, TECHNUS, WOULD LIKE TO REMIND YOU THAT-” Technus screamed, caving the door in with a broken lamppost, Technus himself soon followed suit, seeming to have shed most of his mecha well before the door- though he was losing more in an effort to get in with ease.

“If this is about the extended car warranty-!” Danny shouted back, trying to bolt for the basement. Or literally any of the house defense buttons- screw that they’d target him too!

“I WOULD NEVER SINK TO SUCH LEVELS, PEST!” Technus cut him off, the severed mecha parts bursting into and spreading wires and metal throughout the house in seconds.

Skulker didn’t waste time squeezing through besides Technus, grinning even as he was focused solely on the street outside.

“The basement.” Was all Skulker said before the option was gone from him, tangled in too much metal and wire to ever think about it again.

Danny wasn’t going to get time to think about this one, bolting upstairs instead as the door frame exploded into pink.

“All of you-”

Valerie interrupted herself with a gunshot to Technus.

“, rat bastards! No respect for-”

Skulker, now.

“anyone or anything! This is a house!”

Danny, now. He could feel it burn through both his shirt and suit even as he passed the last few steps to the second story.

Thank god for adrenaline.

Dashing down the hall as Technus and Skulker both roared into action, he performed the best running leap he’d ever managed to grab and pull the chain for the ladder.

Of course, having leapt for this privilege in a house meant for his dad meant he kept sailing through the air as the ladder slammed down behind him.

That was fine! Valerie was still distracted, just roll and climb! So easy.

So easy to corner himself on a roof with no options except to jump if he wanted off.

The fight continued on beneath him as he stared over the side, his world totally silent otherwise.

Grasping for inane details in the hopes one would matter, he saw nothing of use.

The day was bright, and clear. The town was quiet. If he turned slightly, he could pretend the wake of destruction didn’t exist.

But then he’d be ignoring the wires spilling out his front door, a shell of a car deposited in the center of the street- seeming to host most of the mess as a battery.

Valerie swore worse than ever below.

Nothing could help him right now. He was stuck either standing or jumping.

Or well, maybe he could at least do something about the gaping wound in his side… that might be good.

Slowly and carefully he stripped his hoodie off, noting that the hole was smaller than he’d been mentally giving it credit for.

His side still dripping as he dropped it unceremoniously, he realized that this was a dumb plan and that he couldn’t do anything anyways.

His side wasn’t a spot he could tourniquet. Pressure only helped so much in ghost form, as even with bones he was notably more squishy(?) than a normal human.

The fighting paused for one brief moment, before getting ten times worse, Valerie inadvertently teaching him new slurs for ghosts.

Danny looked over the edge of the building again, reaching for his pocket with a prayer.

…

“Hi, this is Jas-”

Click.

…

“Hi! If you don’t know-”

Click.

…

…

“You have reached this 🌟Too Fine🌟 of a voice mail-”

One last click off, phone thusly tucked back into his pocket.

Danny stood alone over what was closer to a three story drop than a two story drop (stupid vaulted ceilings…), and quietly sat on the edge as the fight below went silent and stayed silent.

Hand to his side regardless of if it’d help, he watched the car-battery-wire mess power down and simply waited.

Sure, he could jump, but the adrenaline was winding back down. He was already hurt, bad, in multiple ways. Valerie could fly and right now he couldn’t. There was nowhere on the street to hide and even if there was plenty of places the street over he wouldn’t get that far.

He was dead meat any way he went.

He could hear the ladder clack behind him as Valerie hauled herself up.

“What a surprise! All nice and ready for me.” Valerie huffed, immediately standing at the ready with a gun. Danny only just copped a glance before turning back towards the view.

Odd, no suit nor hoverboard. Maybe Technus had managed to hit her just right and made it shut off.

“Yeah. They go through the portal at least?” He asked, barely looking back as he gripped his side a little tighter.

“And here I- what? Um. Yeah, to my knowledge.” Valerie stuttered slightly, the earnestness of his question seeming to trip her worse than Danny’s previous bomb drop.

“Good. Lock the portal when you go back down. My parents will probably open it up by next week, but hey! Stops everything for now.”

Her steps towards him slowed to a crawl, and he could sense the caution and the suspicion even as she continued regardless.

God, he was really doing this. It occurred that he could still just shove himself off the edge, but he couldn’t think of anything that could possibly solve. Guns can be pointed over roof edges.

“Uh. Thank. You? B-But no uh, tricks or-”

She stopped by his side, gun still pointed as her eyes tracked across the roof for the surprise that simply must be coming.

“Valerie, I’m really sorry you think I could ever hurt you, but I’m out. Injured and done. It’s you or it’s splatting on the pavement. Dunno how much bounce back I’ve got left right now.”

“Any last… uhm-”

This is a super stupid way to die. But he’s pretty sure he’ll be a grease stain if he jumps, which is even stupider.

“I guess... Tell Sam, Tucker, and Jazz not to beat themselves up over it.” He hummed, finally looking at Valerie again.

He wondered how much of this mess the town behind him was seeing.

The gun shook silently before lowering and turning away.

“You are him, aren’t you?” Valerie asked softly, gun already dropping from her hands.

The gun dropped with an uncomfortable clatter as Danny gave the least shaky and uncomfortable smile he could manage, Valerie's eyes not even seeing him as she fixated on his stained hoodie.

“Phantom was never this sweet.”

Valerie clearly hadn’t focused on the words, so lasered onto her revelation that Danny’s brief twitch was entirely missed.

He couldn’t even be insulted right now; there was a certain amount of venom their fights had always had.

Silence extended further as Valerie only barely looked back up at him, still shaken.

“Thanks, I think. But uh. What now?” Danny asked, genuinely not sure. He just had to accept that insults to his other half could be addressed later.

How a reveal would go had always haunted him slightly, and this was probably a better ending than most of the realistic ones.

But even then, those fantasies always ended when she understood.

Valerie snapped to at the question, standing straight and returning to her facade of confidence.

“Helping. How’d they even do this to you?”

“Technus made Skulker a new gun, I think. It goes downhill from there.”

Carefully, Danny slid himself back onto the roof. He was struck with the sense that sudden moves would still get him killed, somehow. This was.. Too easy, almost.

Anxiety or not, the pain was also holding him back.

“Figures that those assholes would do this. Don’t suppose there’s an obvious way to fix this?”

“Not really? I mean… there might be something in the basement to help, but outside of that it’s not like I’ve got options beyond to sit here and suffer. Maybe see if Frostbite knows anything.”

“The basement, huh… Oh, thaaat’s why Skulker growled something out about it. Maybe we can-”

The GAV started wailing again, suddenly.

The offending vehicle was only streets away, and if he focused hard enough he could almost hear his dad yelling about having fixed something or other.

Farewell pain, hello adrenaline!

He was going to be so sick after today. He could just feel it.

“Bail!” He shouted, running back towards the ladder.

“What!?”

“Do you trust my parents not to shoot on sight!?”

The look of fear was immediate.

“Oh, god! Bail!”

In total agreement it was borderline a fight for the ladder and to get down to the first floor.

The wires hadn’t disappeared, leaving them precariously stood on the mess next to the kitchen.

“What’s your plan, Danny?! It’s their house!” Valerie hissed, eyeing him and the wires cautiously.

“WINDOWS ARE ALWAYS FAIR GAME!” He screeched, launching into the kitchen.

The voice of doubt in his head pointed out that it was incredibly lame for all his best executed moves for today to be so fundamentally stupid in nature.

Regardless, lifting the stand mixer and tossing it through the back window in one single uninterrupted motion, punctuated by the shattering of glass, was probably the smoothest thing he’d do today.

“YOU COULD HAVE OPENED THE WINDOW-”

“NO WE COULDN’T HAVE!” Danny yelled back, already launching himself through the opening regardless of potential cuts.

“WHAT?” Valerie screeched back, lingering before following suit.

“The Fenton Family Home Defense System locks the windows upon activation, with or without shutter activation! Even when it turns back off they’re stuck until you do a manual unlock!”

He was already bounding through the backyard, sailing himself over the fence without a second thought.

“Danny, in what world does that make sense!?”

Valerie was close behind.

“The one where my parents designed it! And the one where you’d then be stuck in a house with more weapons than people!”

“Danny, your parents are still nuts for locking-!”

“Losing battle! Pick and choose! Keep running!”

Valerie’s laugh was clear, like bells as they continued across town.

The stress was obviously getting to her- yet it was almost infectious. This was insane!

Eventually, well after they’d gone from a residential area back to business, he was yanked into a new back alley, Valerie still grinning as she caught her breath.

“And what about the door?”

“Also locked.”

She missed a beat before speaking again.

“So, what, not even the doors work until you do a system reset? That’s stupid.”

Danny had to laugh at himself right now.

“No, I just don’t remember the passcode! That door is pretty normal.”

“But you can’t leave without a code from the inside?”

“Normal for my house!” He giggled.

They were left with wheezing laughter over a near miss that wasn’t that funny to begin with.

Eventually Valerie’s hand left his shirt collar, moving to push him back slightly. Intimacy time over.

“Okay, Danny. Your parents are nuts and we don’t trust them not to shoot. Where are we going?”

“Well I could always hide in a dumpster again, but outside of that I don’t have any ideas. Sam’s busy and Jazz… well, is it Tuesday or is it Thursday, actually?”

Valerie gave him the blankest look imaginable for his question.

“It’s Saturday.”

… Well then!

“Okay, well, Jazz is tutoring. Probably. So she’s busy.”

“And Tucker, since you seem to trust your friends with this one?”

... What?

“Uh. At a tech camp somewhere in-”

“Got it. The basement might help, you said?”

Right, back to topic.

“I cannot stress that ‘might’ part enough. We’ve got a lot of weird stuff down there that’s come in handy in really stupid ways before.”

“Okay, well, that’s not great. You got an idea on how to get your parents out of the house?”

“Not in the slightest.” He admitted, shrugging as he spoke.

“Superb. Just fantastic. Okay, maybe we could camp at my place for an hour? At least until... or. Hm.”

Valerie finally lost her focus on him, looking to the side in thought.

Danny had to give credit where it was due that they were screwed in a different way, now.

Valerie’s fast turn saved his hide so he was certainly much farther than he thought he’d get, but there wasn’t much they could throw at his parents to make them disengage with the mess of wires Technus left behind. It was now valuable research material, at best.

Delightful.

“My place is probably for the best. Christ, that’s a distance to go.” Valerie muttered.

“Not to interrupt, but yeah actually. How are we getting there? Is your suit broken, or…?”

“Broken is a strong word. It self repairs, but yes, I’m grounded right now. And though I care about you, the huntress getting seen towing Phantom would not be good.”

There it was again, slighter than before but still present. The slight dissonance in how the situation was getting viewed.

Easy to shrug and move on though, right?

He probably shouldn’t.

“So… not to-”

“Look, we need to start moving. You’ve got a hat or something?”

“Man, I wish.”

“Okay, okay… shitty question, but Phantom can fly. Obviously. What can you do right now…?”

Uh.

“Uh. Nothing? Look, the blast- I think… Sorry, but what do you think happened? I just-”

Valerie’s eyes narrowed a touch in preemptive insult.

“Calling my explanation the abridged version gives it too much credit! I just want to make sure you understand what happened, and what you’re asking??”

Best cover he could’ve used, honestly.

Valerie cringed in on herself, obviously realizing something.

“Uhm, sorry, I didn’t mean to… Look, sorry. I know being in his body is probably really weird? But my place is over in Elmerton, and it’d be really helpful if one of us could… I’m sorry.”

She’d dodged the real question, but still managed to give the answer Danny needed.

In… this body…?

Oh. Oh boy.

[vaguely-concerned]

So I got an anon ask a long time ago that, from sketchy memory, said something like: Who do you think had the better/worse home life growing up, Graves or TF? And I’m super sorry because it’s gotten lost somewhere on this blue hellsite and I can’t find it again anywhere I’ve looked, but I thought I’d try to write out a post as a response anyway! I’m sorry it’s so late, it took me a while to know how to answer aaand then I had to rifle through my drafts fifteen times to see if I could find it. Again, oops and sorry lol. (In general, if you’ve sent me an ask and I haven’t answered… please know that’s on my little ping pong ball of a brain bouncing erratically around in here, and absolutely not on you.) Also I’m going to mention some stuff around physical and emotional child abuse and trauma in this – nothing graphic or in depth, but just in case anyone needs the heads-up!

Okay, so my personal headcanon/what I’ve built for my fics* is that they’re both only children of single mothers. Graves has no idea who his dad is and Mama Graves possibly has only the haziest approximate idea too haha (none of the candidates would be promising long-term prospects in any case), but in Bilgewater logic he basically grew up with the idea that in having one living parent with any kind of investment in his survival (and occasionally even happiness, an embarrassment of riches here) he might as well have hit the jackpot. TF’s dad died when TF was very little and he doesn’t remember him, and that loss is partially why his mother wasn’t able to do a very good job at the parenting thing. (She probably would have done better with a dependable partner and less depression weighing her down, but there’s some underlying emotional immaturity there too that was the real problem.) Between the two of them he probably did have the safer environment around him growing up, though; child rearing among his people was a good deal more communal and tight-knit than in the gutters of Rat Town, he was raised along with a bunch of cousins/other kids. (He was seen by most of the adults as kind of a weird annoyingly precocious kid – there is a certain kind of adult who’ll get very uncomfortable around an uncannily observant and inquisitive child – and there were Family Politics at play there as well that meant he had a subtle sense of being on the outside already there.)

Graves’ mom was physically and verbally abusive (and drank too much periodically, mostly when he got a bit older) but also had some genuine care for his wellbeing and safety, especially physically, while TF grew up with a largely emotionally unavailable and neglectful mom who collapsed into helplessness and rejection whenever he needed things from her, and then was completely abandoned by her and everyone else in the family in the end. He did experience some much better and more loving connection with his (paternal) grandfather, but his grandfather also struggled with an ever worsening serious health condition that was slowly growing terminal as TF turned eleven or so – by the time he got exiled at thirteen his grandpa was barely awake for hours at a time some days and couldn’t really do anything to help him :(

And now let me try to show my work a bit around what parts of their lore I’ve extrapolated/built this from and elaborate on the long-term effects on their ways of dealing with relationships!

So to Graves being the recipient of indifference feels much worse than anger or conflict in relationships, because his primary attachment relationship taught him that interest, even in the form of anger, was a sign that he mattered to his mother; her anger (often born of fear and boy does Bilgewater offer a lot of things to fear) and insistence on being involved in his life (so he wouldn’t y’know end up being eaten by a warf rat or something while being a dumbass kid lol) were proof that she loved him and that he had some sort of importance in the dangerous violent world he was born into.

He takes TF running away from him as a sign of indifference and rejection/abandonment, which is why it just keeps escalating the rage and hurt in him during the whole chase scene in Burning Tides; to him it reads as more and more proof that TF doesn’t care about him and never really did, that he’s blowing off all the pain Graves has been through the last ten years and that he’s desperate to convey to someone (because I think that’s also part of why he feels he needs TF to listen to him before he actually does anything violent to him; he needs someone to hear and witness how much it hurts, even if that’s not the vocabulary he knows how to use. And he needs TF to listen both because he thinks he’s the one to blame but also because he’s the person he thinks would understand or that it would matter to – aside from his mother he’s the only other person he has actually had such a close relationship with. Some parts of him still know TF as ‘love, safety, home’ even while other parts are on the war path with lethal intent, and the raging parts carrying the abandonment pain go ‘well, then I’ll fucking make him feel this as much as I do one way or the other’ (sinister intent). Even that is still a bid for connection on some level.)

I really think part of Graves’ way of feeling and showing love is grounded in mutuality that way. Even in that twisted form, what he wants from TF is mutual connection. (Which is why TF disappearing into his Cool Magic Gambler Persona TM bothers him so much, because it leaves him ‘alone’ and without that back and forth flow of call and response of connection between them (look at their moment in the crate in the animated short for an example of what I mean – the way their bodies and gazes do an effortless sort of a back and forth sway of expression: TF leans in with a conspiratorial air and stays there as Graves takes in his meaning, Graves leans in eagerly as he gets it and TF smugly settles back against him, and you can see how much they BOTH enjoy it. TF could just have used the card immediately, but his first thought is to share their imminent triumph with Graves and make a moment of it, have a connection. I don’t know how clearly I’ve managed to express it with that, I just go on Vibes and that’s why I write fiction lol. See also the immediate easy back and forth they fall into at the end of Burning Tides, where so much can be left unspoken because they know each other that well, and how it makes Graves GRIN when only like fifteen minutes earlier he notes it’s been a long, long time since he laughed. Which then gets the paranoia briefly kicking in for a moment because that’s Dangerous Territory to his trauma brain, but I really do think that their safe established connection is part of how Graves has honestly been getting back on his feet with surprising speed and ease considering Everything.)

There’s an ability to fully commit to an idea of us without having the I become lost there that I think must have started very early. As lacking and harmful as she was in other ways Mama Graves did provide that sense of unflinching ‘me and you against the world you little shit’ psychological security.

(Graves is also very quick to hear criticism where it isn’t even intended because oh boy Mama Graves always had something to complain about, TF has had to do a lot of baffled ‘…Malcolm, that is NOT what I said where the fuck did that come from’ unpacking with him over the years whenever that kicks in for him)

Meanwhile TF had to learn to fashion affection from indifference growing up: he basically learned from his mom that the best thing he could do for her was to need nothing from her, to make her life as easy as possible however he could and intuiting the things that would accomplish that without troubling her, and if he did it right she would give him some superficial attention and affection, and that’s what love is. Writing it out this is… very very sad. She would also sometimes have unpredictable anger episodes where she’d snap at him instead (often rooted in repressed shame because something in her recognized this is not how it’s supposed to go) – they were rarer but did some real damage whenever they happened. This is where his ability to read people probably started getting honed to its razor sharpness.

As you see there’s a brutal lack of mutuality in this dynamic, and a reversal of how the parent/child dynamic should actually work, the kid desperately having to do their damnedest to regulate the parent to get any needs met at all and not really managing it, because that is the DEFINITION of getting set up to lose, it just can’t work. (And I do think that mutuality Graves freely offers in close relationships is a huuuuuge part of why TF is so attracted to him both initially and enduringly, it fulfills basic needs he didn’t have met as a kid. His mom set him up to give and give and get very little back, but Graves has that basic sense of fairness that he doesn’t want TF to give him something without him getting something of equal value back in return, it just seems against some sort of code haha. There’s no honor among thieves but there is between partners, sort of thing.)

It’s also why he defaults to Flight in very tense situations – when the angry dudes came for him in the incident that lead to his exile he had no one safe to go to for help, and he was one small slip of a kid against a bunch of drunk angry adults; there really wasn’t a lot else his brain knew how to do than get away, and then he’s abandoned for it on top of it all afterwards. Trauma sandwich with shame for mustard holy shit.

I am basing this heavily on the underlying theme in Burning Tides that TF thinks that by running away he’s helping Graves by making sure he won’t put them in a position that’ll invariably seriously hurt (or worse) one or both of them while he’s so angry that he’s not in his right mind, and he’s SO frustrated that Graves doesn’t see that – “Will you ever learn? Every time I try to help you – ”. No, actually, the feeling I get is more that he thinks Graves does understand it – that it’s such a self-evident part of how relationships work that he MUST know it – he’s just ignoring and devaluing it, which is what seems like rejection through TF’s eyes. He’s essentially trying to regulate Graves’ emotions for him in an (innocently instinctive, I think) manipulative way, and he’s hurt and confused as if by rejection that Graves doesn’t accept that or won’t play along with it. “I’m trying to shield you from the consequences of your actions here because I care about you; why won’t you let me???” hahaha. In the process he also can’t take Graves’ emotions seriously or meet them until he’s been chased into a corner and is forced to, because as far as he’s concerned his job is to give them an out from all that and he can’t bear doing ‘his part’ while forced to take in just how broken Graves is inside and what it means; that he’s lost him all over again. There’s no simple ‘okay okay hang on I can fix this by myself one moment please’ here, sunshine.

Interestingly Graves DOES seem to recognize this uh love language of TF’s as it were, when he’s less severely triggered:

Damn me, he’s right. I do things my way. Always have. Whenever I pushed it too far, he had my back. He was always the one with the out.

But I didn’t listen to him that day, and I haven’t since.

And now, I’ve killed us both.

And this is the exact realization that makes him believe TF is telling the truth about what happened back then, and makes him try to save him. It’s not quite forgiveness just like that, all at once, but it is a clearing of Graves’ poor trauma-battered brain’s confusion, like he can finally see both of them clearly again and that there is deep love on both sides here even after everything.

Not only does he recognize it, he even gets it deeply enough that what he returns is in the same language:

Now, at the end, I believe T.F. I know he tried everything to get me out, like he did all those times when we ran together. This time, for once, I’ve got the out. I can at least give him that.

(Which is also proof that Graves is not unheedingly ‘my way or the highway’ or incompetent in relationships, incapable of taking on another person’s point of view and seriously considering it, or cruel or particularly aggressive in close relationships when not completely torn up by trauma. And again that mutual shared sense of fairness I think is at the base of how their dynamic works. He recognizes what TF has done for him and tried to do for him and what it means, and he wants to return that in kind, not least because it’s the fair thing to do. Again, it’s about the mutuality of it all! Graves may need some time to muddle through and figure it out sometimes but y’know he gets there he gets there eventually lmao, in some ways I suspect he can actually be more mature and levelheaded about interpersonal stuff than TF, who, poor man, is just one big aching quivering abandonment issue most days)

Like when it’s finally clicking into place what’s actually going on, that the care he’d thought was there hadn’t been a lie all along after all – suddenly the world makes sense again. Which seems to be enough for him to meet death if not peacefully then at least not as broken inside as he was before that moment and realization. (TBF TF could probably have been a lot more communicative about his intentions instead of expecting Graves to understand it just from his subtle maneuverings and like Vibes haha, but well that was the unspoken deal with his mother, that it had to be seamless so neither of them had to face what was going on)

It feels like a lot of their current issues in communication comes from Graves exasperatedly being like ‘Tobias I don’t want to be managed, I want you to just talk with me like a normal human being’ and ‘chasing after’ him when he pulls away because he feels abandoned, and TF having forgotten how to like… Person during that decade when he was alone, instead just doing that ‘what does this person want from me (and how can I use that to manipulate them)’ dance he’s gotten FRIGHTENINGLY good at with other people and that doesn’t really work with someone that knows you so well and actually wants your company. It’s going to take some sinking in that Graves doesn’t want him for what he can do for him but because, y’know. He’s him and they’re Partners.

I think TF can handle the current (understandable lol) turbulence in their relationship, but his biggest fear is to be really, truly seen by someone and deemed unworthy and abandoned, having let them that close. So in a weird fucked up way he was more okay with Graves trying to hunt him down and kill him than he would have been if he had looked at him as all that he was and went ‘actually y’know what? Fuck this and fuck you you’re not worth it, I’m just leaving without you’. Truly a “TF, he wants to kill you” “*wobbly teary voice* at least someone wants me for something” “TF NO” situation.

TL;DR: their parents were both terrible and dysfunctional in their own ways, but Mama Graves would n e v e r have left her kid alone on that riverbank; she’d sooner have cursed the rest of them black and blue and flipped them off with both hands before marching off with him. Accuse her of many things and rightly so, but she was no coward and she was loyal as fuck to the few things that mattered to her, she would have tried to fight the devil himself with a frying pan for that dumb fucking kid (if she was sober enough that day ouch). In the other direction TF’s mom would never have hit him. TF had more of an experience of a safe community, but then he also had a much more brutal and complete abandonment at the end of that. There are probably very good reasons Graves left Bilgewater for the mainland when he was barely even more than a boy. …man there are so many ways to mess up a child’s brain huh thank god they found each other and mostly managed to make that work honestly

*With the caveat that there’s some wiggle room for change here as I work on my TF POV WIP and refine the ideas I’ve got in there – change more in the small details than in the big picture concepts, though, I think I’ve got that moooostly settled now? also I really want to stress that this is just my ideas and opinions, if you imagine something completely different for their backgrounds that is Valid haha