#anyway this Vlad? can fuck right off

[jasminesilk]

An unwanted visitor stops by late in the night. Thankfully the door is locked, but he definitely gave poor Charmmy a fright!

[chronicdelusionistsart]

So I have been watching Danny Phantom for the first time ever with my friends and I'd kind of previously known about its reputation as a show whose fanbase dives a lot more into the lore than the show is willing to. And I guess I hadn't really understood why until now (I just finished Season 2!). Here's my sort of rambling thoughts on it.

Danny Phantom isn't a show about the horror of ghosts and the dead coexisting in the human realm. It's a show about dropping the most out of pocket lore implications you can imagine on people who in turn say things that would kill a therapist dead equally out of pocket, and then neither are addressed but the watcher has to live with the ghost of the plot that is right behind them but they can't turn around.

DP is a little hit and miss in places, but the very thing that drives people nuts about it is actually I think maybe its greatest strength: it really pulls off show, don't tell effectively. How much of that is intentional is up for debate, but the best episodes kinda leave you wondering, or sputtering like "UH, HEY, BACK UP - HEY BACK UP AND UNPACK THAT -" Is Danny's human body technically alive somehow, or is he a walking corpse? Does Danny have a door in the Ghost Zone? Were Vlad's clones feeling and sentient as they melted into ectoplasm, despite Danny's guess that they weren't? What does it say about Danny that he still erased his parents' memories after finding out they'd accept him as he is?

I think the genius of not answering these questions directly is that it's both funnier AND scarier not to. We can laugh about how fucked up it is and kinda hold our heads like "bro.... did they really just imply that, holy shiiiiiit", and that's really consistent with the emotional core of the show as this knife's-edge dance between teen comedy and horror superhero. Fully explaining the lore or being more direct about how the information is conveyed by and to the characters tips that balance and changes the show into something else, for better or for worse. And I really earnestly like it as it is, even if it's very of its time (sexism.......)! It's a really fun show with some depth to it.

Anyway, I can't wait to watch season 3! I sure hope all these wonderful qualities I like about it hold up!

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

~{Heyyyy you feral gremlins! I’m back, I got all my personal stuff handled but I’ll still be little slow on posting…this stuff but don’t worry I’ll still be posting anyway to this freak of nature I call a post!}~

•Pomegranates•

Why was it always when Tim was about to finish whatever he was doing at the time and actually sleep for once without being forced or passing out it when a new villain decided to start making trouble.

So here was Tim and the rest of the Bats fighting a new villain and Tim was to sleep deprived to care what the villain was saying and just focusing on not passing TF out and hoping luck was on his side for him not to get hit to bad so he can just go to sleep after this.

But apparently luck fucking hates Tim.

The villain grabs a pendant around their neck and pulls it off and throws it at Tim as the villain was about to lose and as the pendant falls on the ground in front of Tim but before any of the bats can do anything.

Tim is surrounded by a dark pink-red mist and Tim only has one thought before he is teleported to somewhere and passed out.

“I should have just fucking slept.”

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As Tim wakes up, he expected something like a lab or something similar….but he was not expecting this.

He was surrounded by a forest with dark oak trees from what Tim can tell but right now Tim needs to focus on getting back to Gotham or finding where he is, so Tim starts walking north.

After about 30 minutes Tim started to notice a few things that makes Tim more sure that this was not a normal forest.

First was the trees and forests itself was very odd

A figure in a dark pink-red dress that was partly covered by a soft black cloak and black hair that is covering most of his face as he looks down and hums a song that Tim doesn’t recognize and he was sitting on a black old bench by a large lake with some pomegranate trees making shade over the figure and lake.

But before Tim can take him all in, he steps on a tree branch causing the figure to look over to where Tim is standing.

And that’s when Tim sees the figures blue-green eyes and pale face but that’s not what caught Tims attention it was the very visible baby bump.

And it seems the figure saw him too.

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•Summary•

Danny was taken by the GIW or well he was given to them after his parents found out he was phantom and with Jazz gone off to college and Sam and Tucker out of town due to family so they can’t help.

Dani and Vlad [They have a somewhat better relationship but Dani still loves Mama Danny better] somehow get this information and decide to leave because all them are the only halfas and it’s not safe.

So Vlad and Dani break into the GIW base where Danny is being held and cause some property damage and probably kill a few GIW agents in Vlads case before they find Danny and book it out of their back to the Fenton portal as it’s the only portal to The Ghost Zone that isn’t a natural portal [Vlad shut his TF down before going to get Danny so the Fentons and GIW can’t get to The Ghost Zone and Dani, Danny and Vlad aren’t coming back]

And as they book it to the portal, Dani and Vlad get shot badly and this causes Dani’s body starts to destabilize and Vlads in no condition to hold her core in his body so Danny takes it and before the Fentons and GIW can’t get their ass Danny managed to power the portal up and throw himself and Vlad through and Wail back to the portal to destroy it.

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•Little Things•

-They are in Vlad’s Lair, usually ghost have to be 100 before they get a Lair but halfas just have one no matter their age

-Vlad is a overprotective fuck of Danny ~{AND IF I SEE ANYONE SHIP THEM FROM ONE OF MY POST YOU AND GETING BLOCKED!!! THAT IS A CHILD AND HIS GODFATHER}~

-They have so many pomegranate trees because Dawn makes Danny crave them and Vlad can change his Lair anyway he likes so he just put them in so it’s easier for everybody involved [Vlad, it’s easier for Vlad]

-Vlad doesn’t let ANYBODY in his lair

-Vlad will still some times call Danny his son and call Dawn his daughter…yes it’s still weird and it causes horrible misunderstandings 

-•—••••••••••••••••—•-

•Outfit•

Danny’s appearance

Nothing really changed with Vlad besides having scars and having to use a cane when in human form [which he is almost never in anymore] and Dawns a fetus so she doesn’t really have a form.

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~{Anyway hope you gremlins enjoyed it, byeeeee}~

[radiance1]

I’ve been thinking about this a lot and basically Danny is Beelzebub from Hellva boss with his own casino performs and the entrance defies reality and all his ghost rouges come in and go as they please and some humans and or mortals stumble in and think it’s just some place where metas party their fucking asses off which wouldn’t be that bad if this wasn’t FUCKING GOTHAM. Danny doesn’t know how they got in Gotham but they just want to party but unfortunately for him the bats hear a rumor some meta trafficking ring has been planning a big raid on a certain casino that’s new ish and they have to stop it so they go in disguise and they get to witness Danny and his rouges beat the every loving snot out of some traffickers

maybe Danny is a clone, maybes he’s reincarnated, maybe he lost a bet, maybe he moved to Gotham for fun, maybe he got tossed across the universe into Gotham

who knows certainly not Danny

Hmm.

I have zero clue if I want Danny to look somewhat like Beelzebub or not, but we won't be dwelling on that right now.

How Danny got to Gotham? I got zero blood clue, but he's there and is about to party.

Maybe this could even be set after TUE bad ending, where the explosion wasn't reversed, and he parties to forget the pain and just focus on the good vibes. Maybe stops using his human form, using his ghost form more and it subtly changing without him noticing into a different form or something due to his habits.

Maybe that some of his ghost form's new features leak over to his human form.

Anyways.

Maybe the casino isn't even in Gotham, like physically. Instead, it's the doors leading into the casino that're in Gotham City, and stepping through him just yoinks them into Danny's Dimension and into his casino.

So, Danny's casino is located smack dab in his own dimension, but somehow the doors pop up in Gotham for whatever reason and a few residents stumble through and see Danny and his rogues (who didn't want to kick a pup while he's down and indulges him) partying up to the high heavens and the lowest hells.

You could even say that, like Beelzebub, Danny is eating up all of the good vibes that comes from other people while partying. How and why does Danny own a casino?

Vlad.

Vlad is indulging him because they both lost something that day, and then Danny was placed into his care, and they were both two disturbed to really continue their entire good vs evil thing and they kinda just, chilled out with each other. Danny asks for a casino one day on a whim, Vlad indulges him, then Danny starts partying up to get away from his own grief while Vlad buries himself in work to avoid his.

So, when the meta trafficking ring tries to capture everyone at the casino and the bats are there to stop them. Every rogue there silently agree to beat them up because one, they have dignity as ghosts and can't just let themselves be captured by humans.

Two, this is the playground of Danny and one of the few things people unanimously agree to never fight in (one of the others is the Christmas truce).

Three, this place is also owned by Vlad Masters. If the man is anything like how he was before the whole kicked pup thing (everyone thinks this applies to both Danny and Vlad) then they don't really want to tick him off and they're basically doing these humans a favor anyways.

Anything they could do to them physically; Vlad could do worse to them in the human world.

The batfamily sees this, and decides that nobody here actually needs their help and can take care of themselves. But also, given the track record of metas becoming rogues in this city, they can't just leave it alone either.

They would make a file about them at the most for the case they decide to run rampant through the city. But they'll leave them alone for the most part.

(Danny doesn't know who or what Batman is, as he doesn't exist in their dimension, yes even the comics don't exist. Neither does the batfamily know Danny Phantom, because he doesn't exist in their universe either.)

[feroshgirlsims]

Chapter 9.3 - 50 Shades of Enchantment

ALICE

Alice gulps. 

Vlad is staring down at her like he’s divining a new language. She can’t figure out his next move, which should be scary because his hand is around her neck, and she knows from experience how badly that can hurt. 

But strangely enough, she trusts him. “You make me feel safe,” she murmurs. 

“Good.” His expression doesn’t change. “May I?”

Vlad writes paragraphs in response to her texts, but sometimes, he is so succinct she doesn’t know how to respond. “Yeah, but if you don’t want to, then—”

He tips her head back and hungrily fastens his mouth to hers, effectively silencing her worries. There is the briefest feeling of something sharp against her lips, which might be her imagination, except his tongue tastes coppery when it slips into her mouth. 

On instinct, she sucks on his bottom lip and bites him back. He moans, clutching her tighter, his hard-on pressed against her stomach. 

It’s a weird, rough, consuming kiss that lasts until they are out of breath.

“I don’t know how that happened,” he whispers, reluctantly drawing back. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Alice knows from “hurt,” and Vlad didn’t do that. Was the fact that he licked the blood off her lip weird as fuck? Yes. But holy shit, it was hot.

“Whoa,” she puts a hand on her hip. “I’ll tell you if you hurt me. And anyway, I bit you back.”

Hunger surges in his eyes, and for a second, Alice swears something else blinks back. “I didn’t bite you; I kissed you.”

What in the hell is—

Before Alice can finish the thought, Vlad playfully salutes her. “But you’re the boss, so who am I to disagree with you?”

It's such a silly move that Alice can’t help but laugh. Her worry fades and then slips until it's gone. “That’s right,” she leans in, wrapping her arms around his waist. “And I still have a list of demands.”

He licks her lip again and shivers. Pleasure is an understatement to describe the look on his face. He’s downright gleeful. He cracks his neck. “Oh? And what else can I do for you?”

“Lunch,” Alice giggles. “And then I want to hear the article about the charity ball first.”

She isn’t expecting Vlad to pick her up and spin her around. It’s like he’s gotten a shot of adrenaline. Alice squeals in delight. “Holy shit! Does research always put you in this good of a mood?”

“No.” His forehead creases as if in thought. “Well, yes, I like research, but it usually takes something different to put me in this kind of mood.”

“Sex?” Alice jokes.

Vlad’s grin is slow, lazy even. He kisses her forehead. “Something different from that.”

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[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for ceceridercat; they gave me dealer's choice and are therefore getting more of the Jazz/Jason soulmates WIP because I had a sudden craving, hah.

"I don't know," Robin croaks. "I don't know what that means."

. . . Jazz is now very, very concerned.

"I want to see your core, Robin," she says very, very carefully. "Do you know what a core is?"

The question is ridiculous; even more unfathomably unlikely than him not recognizing her for what she is. No ghost just "doesn't know" what a core is.

But she asks it, because she's having a very, very bad feeling right now.

"No," Robin says, tensing up even worse and visibly aborting the impulse to take a step back from her. "I don't know what you're talking about. What are you doing to me, what do you want?"

Jazz's bad feeling wasn't bad enough, apparently.

"I'm not doing anything on purpose. It's a passive effect," she says. She doesn't especially like being Regent, it's mostly annoying and time-consuming and inconvenient, but she's never actually hated it before.

Right now she definitely hates it.

"Then turn it the fuck off!" Robin shouts at her, baring his teeth aggressively. It's a fear response; Jazz isn't tuning into his emotions on purpose, but he is very, very afraid right now.

She hates that, too. Would hate it even if he weren't her soulmate.

"I can't," she says. There's not meant to be a way to turn it off, and even if there were, she doesn't know it and probably doesn't have the ability to do it anyway. She's only liminal, after all. Not a full ghost or even a halfa. Everything that she can do is limited and shaped by that fact. Maybe Danny could figure it out, but Danny isn't here.

She doesn't know what to do, which is a perfectly normal thing, she knows, but not usually such a problem. But there's no backup here, no Danny or Sam or Tucker or Valerie or Dani, and honestly at this point she'd take Vlad, if only because he might know something about what's going on here. If only because her soulmate is afraid of her and doesn't even know what a core is.

How can any ghost not know that?

. . . actually, that's a good question, isn't it.

How can't he know? What would've had to happen, for a ghost not to know that?

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Immediate Aftermath

Summary: No One Knows AU Part 26, Danny starts to deal with all of the things he's learned and everything that's just happened.

...

It’s while they’re flying home that everything crashes on Danny’s shoulders at once, and he knows Jazz can tell.

“Okay,” she says.  “Blame me.  Say you found me having lost track of time at the library.  Let’s go sit down.”

Danny doesn’t even have it in him to fight her, so he flies up to the roof of a nearby building and sets them both down.

Jazz reaches out and pulls him into a hug.

“You don’t have to forgive them, you know,” she says.

Danny pulls back to look at her.  “I do forgive them.”

Jazz laughs a little bit.  “I figured.”

“I just… fuck,” Danny says, dropping his head into his hands.  “I didn’t think they’d do that.”

“I know.”

“I didn’t think Vlad would do that.”

“I know.”

“Should I have seen this coming?”

“I don’t know.”

“Fuck,” Danny groans, leaning back on his hands.

Jazz leans back next to him and pulls him back in for another hug, and this time Danny stays there and rests his head in her shoulder.

“Jazz,” he says, hoping they can both ignore the slight shake in his voice.  “Why did they do that?”

“I don’t know,” Jazz whispers.  “You’re gonna have to ask them for that part.”

“I know a little bit,” Danny says, pulling back and looking up at the sky, where the sun is starting to set.  “Vlad made it look like I wanted to hurt them by telling them that Plasmius worked for me.  That’s what Sam said.  But she was also having an entire breakdown when she told me, I don’t…” he trails off.

“You already said you want to talk to them again, and I’m sure they won’t object,” Jazz says.  “And if they do, I’ll object to them.”

Danny snorts.  “No, you’re staying away from them until I know you won’t kill them,” he says.

“That’s gonna be a while.”

Danny laughs a little again, but his smile fades after a second.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asks, turning to face Jazz.  “You are the one who got kidnapped out of nowhere.  And you didn’t know what was happening like I did when I went there.”

Jazz takes a shaky breath, and runs her hands along her legs.  “I’ll be okay,” she says.  “Just a little shaken.”

“You sure?” Danny asks.

Jazz nods.

“Will you find me if you need to talk?” he says, catching Jazz’s eye to make sure she knows he’s serious.

She smiles at him, and nods.  Danny opens his arms for a hug, and they both lean forward and hold each other tightly for a moment.

They both pull back, but he can tell neither of them wants to leave yet.  And they’ll have more to talk about, but neither of them seem to want to do that for a while either.  So instead, they both sit there in silence for longer than they probably should.

But they are going to have to deal with their parents eventually, so after a while, Danny stands up.  “Let’s go home.”

“Danny,” Jazz says, standing with him.  “I really am so sorry this happened to you.”

Danny gives Jazz the best smile he can manage, which isn’t a very good one right now.  “Thanks, Jazz,” he says anyway.

…

It’s clear when they get home that their parents notice something happened.  Of course they do, they’ve been gone too long and neither of them exactly look their best.

Danny’s not sure how he expects them to react to it, but he knows they’ll do something.  They’ve been getting better about actually paying attention to what’s going on in his and Jazz’s lives.  Really nice most of the time.  Super unhelpful right now.

They both sit down at the table for the spaghetti that’s long gone cold, and don’t make a move towards eating it.

“So,” Mom says, crossing her arms.  “You want to tell me where you two have been, and what you were doing?  Where are your crutches, Danny?”

Danny opens his mouth to give some version of Jazz’s library excuse, but it gets stuck on the way out, as he finds himself not wanting to lie to them.  At least, not all the way.  So, he reaches out and takes Jazz’s hand, then takes a deep breath.

“I don’t need the crutches,” he says.  “My leg is healed.”

His parents eyebrows shoot up in disbelief, so Danny rushes on before they can question that one much.

“And Tucker and Sam got caught up in a ghost attack,” he says.  “With this Wisconsin ghost.  And it’s… we’ve been having a fight lately.  I wanted to show them I was still going to be there to help.  That’s what Sam was here for.”

The fact that none of that was technically a lie felt weird.  He had left out some crucial context, though, which feels a little more normal.

“Sam and Tucker got caught up in a ghost fight?” Mom asks.  “Are they okay?”

Danny exchanges a look with Jazz, not sure what to say.  “They were manipulated by this half ghost who’s also your old college buddy” doesn’t sound like the best idea.  “They’ve been hunting me” will also come with a lot of follow up questions.  Heck, “no,” will come with at least some follow up questions.

“They’re…” Danny starts, and trails off.  “I don’t know.”  That’s the best he’s got.

His parents both exchange a glance, then turn back to him.

“Sweetie, how long have you three been fighting?” Mom asks.  “Why haven’t you said anything?”

Well, Danny doesn’t know what to say to that, either.  He’s finding himself way too tired of lying to them to do it.  But he’s still not ready to tell them the truth.

Jazz reaches out and squeezes his hand under the table.

“Can I…” Danny says hesitantly.  “Can I tell you later?”

Mom blinks, looking confused.  “What?”

“I… there’s something I haven’t told you guys,” Danny says, looking down at the table.  “And I’m still not ready to tell you.”

“Danno, what do you mean?” Dad asks, sitting forward.

“Exactly that,” Danny says, looking down at his hands.  “I just… I need a little time.  Okay?”

He can feel his parents looking at him, but he doesn’t raise his gaze.

“Danny,” Mom says.  “Are you safe?”

“I am now,” Danny says.  Mostly.

That doesn’t seem to help, as he looks up to see panic in his parents eyes.

“Really!” he says, holding up his hands.  “I’m okay!  I promise.  I’ve been going through a lot, but I’m okay now.  I’m just not really ready to talk about it with you guys.”

“Will you tell us if you need our help?” Mom asks, giving him a concerned look.

Danny thinks it over, and nods.

Mom takes a deep breath, clearly still not happy.  But after a second, she looks at Dad, and then the two of them turn to face Danny.

“Okay,” Dad says.  “But we really don’t like this, son.”

“I know,” Danny says, but he doesn’t say anything else.

There’s a long stretch of silence, and then Mom sighs.  “I’ll reheat the spaghetti,” she says, and picks up both Danny and Jazz’s plates.

“I’ll get some drinks,” Dad says.

Danny turns to Jazz as they both start doing that.  Jazz gives him a smile and wraps her arm around his shoulders, giving him a quick side hug.

“Good job,” she says.

Danny smiles back at her.  “Thanks.”

The dinner is tense and uncomfortable, but they know he’s keeping something from them, and they’re not making him tell them, and those are the important parts.  And for the first time since the accident, Danny goes to bed knowing that someday, they’ll be okay.

…

Danny makes the executive decision that he’s skipping school the next day, because he’s earned it, goddammit.

Jazz doesn’t argue with him, and tells their parents that he’s sick, who according to her didn’t look like they really believed her but let it slide anyway.

So Danny gets up after Mom and Dad head down to the lab, makes himself some frozen waffles, and then heads back upstairs, planning to spend the day plopped in a bean bag in front of his video game console playing Doomed.

Before he can boot it up, however, he hears a knock on his window, and he glances over to find Valerie hovering there in her suit.

He climbs up and heads over, pulling the window open.

“Hey,” he says.  “Are you sure your suit is safe?”

“Oh yeah,” Valerie says.  “I had Tucker go over it and find all the spy cameras last night,” Valerie says.  “He still has the diagrams he grabbed, he says it wasn’t hard.  No one can see me anymore.”

Danny nods.  “Okay,” he says.  “Good.”

“Can I come in?” Valerie asks.  “I know we’re taking a break right now.  I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Danny nods again, and steps back to let Valerie come inside.  She lands gently on his floor and retracts her suit.

“I think I’m alright,” Danny says as she turns around.  “Or I’m gonna be, at least.  I’ll just, you know, need a bit.”

Valerie nods.  “Okay,” she says.

“A lot more makes sense now,” Danny says.

“Yeah, I’d imagine,” Valerie says.  A second passes, and she suddenly holds up her hands, a look of alarm on her face.  “I swear I didn’t know, if you were wondering.”

“Oh.”  Danny shakes his head.  “I wasn’t.”

“I did wonder why Vlad suddenly liked them so much more than me,” Valerie says.  “But I didn’t know who they were.  And I don’t know why he went after them, either.”

“I believe you,” Danny says quietly.

Valerie looks back at him, obviously concerned.  “You’re really okay?”

Danny smiles a little.  “Yeah,” he says.  “It’s easier now that I know what actually happened.  And… I’m doing a lot better than I was, I think.  I’ll be okay.”

Valerie nods, though Danny can’t tell if it’s at what he said or if it’s more to herself.  “You know you can talk to me if you need to?” she asks.  “I mean, you don’t have to, obviously, just, if you want to.”

“I will,” Danny says with a smile.  “Thanks.”

“Good,” Valerie says.  They’re both quiet for a minute, and then Valerie speaks again.

“I have an offer for you.”

“An offer?”

“Yeah.  I can handle the ghosts for a week.”

Danny blinks.  “You can handle them?”

“Yeah.  I’ve wanted to pay you back for a while anyway, for picking up the slack when I took a break.  Take the week, work things out with everyone.  I’ve got it for a little bit.”

Danny hesitates.  “I don’t know.”

“If I need your help I’ll come get you,” Valerie says, with a tone that means she absolutely doesn’t think she’ll need his help.

Danny laughs a little.  “Okay,” he says.  “Thanks Val.”

Valerie smiles back at him, and for a moment they just look at each other, until Valerie shakes herself.

“Well, that’s all,” she says, pulling her suit back on.  “Just wanted to check on you.”  She starts to head over for the window.

“Hey,” Danny says before she flies out of it.

Valerie turns to face him again.  “Yeah?”

“Take your mask off.”

Valerie does, looking a little confused until Danny walks over and gives her a short, chaste kiss.

“I’ll be seeing you,” he says, pulling back.  “And I’m really looking forward to fighting ghosts with you.”

Valerie gives him a warm smile, and another quick kiss back.  “You better hope you can keep up, Fenton,” she says.  Then she gives a wave and flies out the window and off.

Danny smiles after her as she goes.

And then, as soon as she’s out of sight, he transforms and flies out after her, but in the opposite direction.

He didn’t want to mention it while she was there.  But Valerie made him realize something.  If she doesn’t have the slightest idea why Vlad went after Sam and Tucker specifically, that means he didn’t bother to bullshit an excuse.  And while he seems to have done that with Sam and Tucker, since Sam’s whole panicked speech included something about Vlad saying Phantom was trying to kill them, she didn’t seem to know the real reason either.

And Danny wants to know the real reason.

And he can only think of one person who can tell him that.

[jayswritings13]

Multi-fandom: Hello Nurse

Summary: After they get injured, you help clean them up.

Included: Robby Keene (Cobra Kai), Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom), Santana Lopez (Glee), and Moana (Disney), April O'Neil (TMNT), Moxxie and Millie (Helluva Boss)

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Robby Keene (Cobra Kai)

"This is gonna sting."

"Do it." You nodded, quickly placing the alcohol soaked rag on Robby's cheek, hesitating when he winced in pain.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" Robby tried to grin, but even that couldn't hide the pain in his eyes. "You didn't do this."

"I know, but still," You shrugged, "I don't like seeing you like this."

Silence.

"While we're on that subject, who di-"

"It was no one important." He said. "I was training with Mr. LaRusso and Sam."

"Okay," you said, "must've been one tough training for the great Robby to get injured."

"I don't know about 'great'."

"I do." You said, placing a bandaid over the cut on his cheek, "so keep the rough shit for the mat and not training."

Santana Lopez (Glee)

"I told you," Santana rolled her eyes, "I'm fine."

"I'll believe that when you stop bleeding, San." You spat back, pressing the damp towel to her forehead.

"Oh, please," Santana scoffed, "You should see the other guy."

"Stay still. You're dripping all over the floor."

"Good, then maybe that little gremlin will face some consequences."

"What happened?"

"Just a little rumor that needed to be squashed and a huge ego that got brought to size." She shrugged, though you caught the small smirk edging the corner of her lips. "Just the regular stuff."

"And that led to you bleeding."

"I was getting there," Santana said, "Anyway, she didn't take it well and went at me." She paused, grinning, "But, you know me...."

"I do." You laughed, slipping your hand into hers, "I know you pretty well."

Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

"Just because you're half ghost, doesn't make you invincible, Danny!"

"Ow!" He grimaced as you tightened your grip on his arm. "Some nurse you are." He grumbled.

"I mean, what the fuck?!" You continued, ignoring his comment and wrapping more gauze around his arm. "Were you trying to get yourself killed? I know that Vlad is your uncle and all-"

"That doesn't mean anything. Things just went too far."

"You got too cocky," You paused, dropping your grip on his arm, "is what I think you meant to say."

"I'm okay, FYI."

"This time, Danny!" You sighed, "This time you are." You dropped his arm, sitting down next to him. "What about next time? Or the time after that?"

"I've gotten myself out of things like these before and I continously will," Danny said, "Or, well, as long as I have you by my side, I will."

"That was so cheesy."

"But, it worked, didn't it?"

"Shut up," you laughed, "and just be more careful."

Moana (Disney)

"Please don't tell my dad," Moana muttered against your shoulder as you helped her over to the sand, helping her sit down.

"Please, right now that's the least of my worries," You said, kneeling in front of her red and swollen ankle. "How do you think that he's not gonna notice this?"

"It's not that noticeable."

"Really?" You scoffed, "You can barely walk on it, Moana. I'm sure that if he doesn't notice, you're mom will."

"Just..." Moana sighed, "Please don't tell him. Please." She gripped your hand, taking your attention off of her ankle. "I don't need another lecture from him."

"You hurt your ankle walking through the village with me this morning."

"What?"

"You're gonna need a cover." You said, "He means well, but I know what you mean."

"Thank you." Moana winced, as you wrapped her ankle.

"Just be careful out there. For me please."

"Of course." Moana smiled, "Now, help me up."

April O'Neil (TMNT)

"It's just a scratch."

"Just a scratch. You're bleeding on my couch, April." You said, handing April a tissue, while you pulled the first aid kit closer to you.

"I'm fine." April said, holding the tissue to her cheek. "It barely gazed me."

"It- Grazed?" You shuttered, shocked. "Were you in the alley fighting with Jones?"

"It's called training."

"I call bullshit." Grabbing gaze and some tape out of the kit, "You know better than to do that shit with Casey. How the hell do you think he got that fucking gap?!"

"Whatever, I totally kicked his ass this time."

"What'd you do? Widen that gap, April?" You laughed.

"Maybe," April winced as you placed an alcohol soaked cloth on her cheek. "Ow! You don't have to press so hard?"

"You don't have to get hurt this hard." You countered, smirking. "Maybe, I should go teach Casey a god damn lesson."

"Too late." April grinned, wincing in pain.

Moxxie & Millie (Helluva Boss)

"Wow, I thought that you said that the hit was 'no big deal'...?"

"It wasn't."

"Bullshit. Why are you both bandaged up?!"

"Well, we- I mean, I sort of-"

"It's not a big deal," Millie shrugged, "We're fine, (Y/N)."

"What if you weren't?!" You exclaimed, "What if you two were seriously fucking hurt and didn't come back?"

"(Y/N)...."

"No, I know what you're gonna say. You're gonna tell me to have more faith and that you too are a team, handling it together." You sighed, "But, that doesn't mean that I can't worry about you two. I mean, you guys literally kill people for a living and seem to have a target on your back from others."

"Not entirely our fault." Millie said, as Moxxie nodded.

"Yeah. Who knew that Blitz had so many people who hated him?" Moxxie said. "And I mean like a shit ton of peo-"

"What I think Moxxie is trying to say is," Millie interrupted, "We'll try to be careful for you."

"Thanks," You smiled, "Now, get over here. Whoever wrapped your wounds did a fucking terrible job." You laughed.

"Hey! It's hard to do it one arm!"

[softshrimpy]

How To Woo A Hot Principal

Step 16: Vulnerability

Summary: Working at the Weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-workers. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

It's been a rough two weeks and I craved Larissa comfort. So enjoy! 🦐✨

Tags: @variant-2402 @the-bagel24 @autumn-leaves-chasing-breeze @kimiinou @muffintopxs @h-doodles @bbykens @lilfartbox1 @bigolgay @winterfireblond @gela123 @i-like-reading @hopelessly-sapphic @alder-saan @im-a-carnivorous-plant @weemssapphic @barbarasstar

(pls let me know if you want to be tagged/ I missed you!)

Chapter 15

Cross Posted on AO3 Here

HWTAHP Masterlist

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Larissa was busy. Which was fine! And understandable considering all the antics Wednesday has been up to recently. Her dedication to finding the monster that had attacked you was sweet, a little insane, but sweet. However, the way in which she was trying to find it was…unorthodox to say the least.

She had asked you almost a hundred different questions about the night you were attacked, not that you remembered much of use anyway. All you could remember was that you were in the woods (how far from the school you didn’t know), you had been crying so hard you hadn’t heard anything and that Marilyn had showed up very shortly after you were attacked…

Which was bothering you for two reasons. One was that if she had been close enough to be there right after you were attacked, why didn’t the monster attack her? Wednesday had hypothesized(her term not yours) that the monster had probably gotten spooked by a second person. It still didn’t sit right with you though.

And the second reason was that you had barely seen Marilyn since you were brought back to Nevermore. She had popped in briefly when you were unpacking to say hi and say she was glad you were doing better and then all but disappeared off the face of the planet. You know the two of you weren’t all that close but you honestly thought you’d at least see her around a bit.

You knew her and Larissa were close, she had told you about the long chats over many glasses of wine and their morning coffees together. And the two of them hadn’t stopped hanging out, not until Larissa went into full crisis(Wednesday) management mode. And it’s not like you spent all your time holes up in your room (anymore, not that Vlad allowed it in the first place). And with all the fucking walking around the Nevermore campus you were doing you really did not understand why you hadn’t seen her at least once.

So you decided you would try and find her today. Partially because, yes, you were lonely. But also because you wanted to thank her properly for saving your life. So you set out to find the funky lil redhead, vowing to yourself that you would find her before the end of the day.

Surprisingly she was in the first place you checked; the greenhouse. This did make you wonder if you were imagining her avoiding you. She was on the phone when you entered. She seemed to be in the middle of a heated argument with someone, hand gesturing wildly as she whisper-yelled at whoever it was she was speaking with. You stood awkwardly at the door, trying to figure out if you should stay or go.

Before you can make a decision the phone call is over and she's angrily sighing and shaking her head. You knock on the closed door behind you, hoping to announce your presence properly before stepping further into the greenhouse. At the sound she turns, rather swiftly. The look on her face goes from proper anger to shock, then to something you can’t name before swinging back around to anger again. You don’t even have a moment to open your mouth before she storms over to you, poking your chest with her finger.

“You! You just- you had to- and now I- UGH!” She groans, tears gathering in her eyes.

“Marilyn…?” You mumble, staring at her, confused as fuck.

“I-I’m sorry I don’t know why I-“ she tries, stopping when her voice cracks.

She looks moments away from bursting into full-blown sobs. Her eyes are wet with unshed tears and her lower lip is trembling. She opens her mouth to speak again but you wrap your arms around her, enveloping the small woman in a hug. She does burst into tears then, hugging you back while burying her face in your neck. You pat her back, doing your best to soothe her.

She calms eventually, her cries dissolving into the occasional hiccup. She takes a step back from you, wiping at her eyes and letting out a shaky breath.

“Sorry..” she smiles, “I don’t-you shouldn’t have had to deal with that I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay. Are you okay though?” You ask.

She nods and sniffs, shooting you what you assume is meant to be a reassuring smile. You smile back at her, squeezing her shoulders.

“I’m fine, I mean I will be fine. Sorry. Is there- can I do anything for you?” She offers.

“I actually just uh wanted to chat to you. And thank you properly for you know saving my life and all.”

“Really you shouldn’t thank me. It was the least I could do…” her face falls for a second before she smiles, “Is there anything else? Sorry, I’ve got uhm-I have to head into town to pick up a plant delivery.”

“Oh…oh no. It’s- no it’s cool! I’ll just- I’ll leave you to it then,” you murmur.

You say your goodbyes, feeling a bit better when Marilyn suggests you get coffee sometime. When you leave the greenhouse you stand dumbly for a bit, trying to figure out what to do now. You figure it would be best to go back to your room. Your mood can’t get that much worse just by vibing in your room.

———

Apparently, it could get worse. Much worse.

As it turns out dissociating in your room actually made you feel so much worse. You had ended up staring blankly at the really nice window you had while thinking back on all the ways life had gotten so fucked in the last few weeks. And then you ended up thinking about how your life had been fucked up the whole time. Which was a super fun little exercise to be doing before a physio session with Vlad.

And really Vlad was so sweet, really. So kind. However you felt like utter shit and he was making you do all these stupid, painful stretches that were making your scars and body ache. Which when combined with your already shit mental state leads to a rather terrible outburst.

“Come on kiddo just a few more of these,” he encourages you.

“I can’t.” You huff, wincing at the pain in your stomach.

“Sure you can kiddo. It’s just three more you got this-“

“No I fucking don’t! So can you just fucking let me breathe?!” You yell.

“Alright, let’s take a breath then-“

“No that’s not going to fucking help! Nothing is going to fucking help because things are just fucking fucked!” You end up kicking the nearest thing which just so happens to be a wall.

Which is how you end up sitting in the infirmary with a fucked foot and a dent in the wall you had taken your frustration out on. Turns out the vampire strength did not save your bones from being obliterated by concrete. The nurse had been very sweet, wrapping your foot and sending you on your way. Vlad had helped you back to your room, not asking any questions and leaving you with a simple ‘call if you need anything.’

And so you lay on your bed, frustrated and angry and hurt. You feel tears welling up in your eyes and get even more frustrated if that’s even possible. Part of you knows you’re just having a bad day, that these feelings will pass and you’ll be okay. But another, louder part of you says this is how things will always be.

That’s how Larissa finds you, laying on your back on your bed, foot wrapped in a lovely bandage, crying your eyes out. She silently takes off her heels, padding over to your bed and sitting herself next to you. She brushes some hair out of your face, smiling down at you.

“I hear you’re going around destroying property.” She hums.

“I’m sorry, I can- I can get it fixed and pay for the damage I-“

“Darling, I’m certain your toe suffered more damage than the wall. And even if you destroyed a wall you would never have to pay for it.” She reassured you, brushing the tears from your cheeks gently. “How’s your foot?”

“It’s fine, I was being ridiculous.” You grumble.

“I’m sure that’s not true,” she frowns, “do you want to talk about it?”

You sigh, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to keep the tears from falling. You shrug, biting your lip as you sniffle.

“It’s fine I’m-I’ll be fine,” you croak.

“Talk to me darling,” she murmurs.

“I…” you try, not really sure where to start, “I don’t know I’m just…I just feel like- I just- everything is so overwhelming at the moment. I just- I feel like I’m drowning.”

Larissa taps your arm, gesturing for you to sit up. You do, a bit confused. You feel your heart melt when she shuffles behind you, pulling you to lie back against her. She wraps her arms around your stomach, squeezing you gently and pressing a kiss to the back of your head.

“Go on sweetheart,” she murmurs.

“I just-my whole life has been like flipped upside down. I mean I-I almost fucking died and-and then oh no wait I didn’t because it turns out I’m a vampire! Which is- I mean it’s really cool! And I’m not- I’m not upset or anything but…but my parents hid it from me my- my whole life and I-how am I supposed to feel about that? And my father is all high and mighty about it, pulling the ‘I was doing what was best for the family’ crap. And I can’t even fucking ask my mom about it because she’s-“

Your crying restarts in earnest then. You hide your face in your hands. Larissa holds you tighter, whispering soothing gentle words into your hair. She doesn’t ask any questions, simply holds you as you cry and reassures you that everything will be alright. It’s nice that you can just be with her, that she doesn’t expect anything from you. When you’ve calmed enough to speak again you continue.

“I can’t ask her about it because she’s dead. And she’s been dead for years and it still. I mean I went to therapy for it at the time. And I-it helped. But I-I keep wondering if- if she knew? If she- I mean she probably helped keep it a secret from me but…did she feel the way my dad does? Did she hate who I am too? Would she think I’m a monster?”

You sink further into Larissa’s embrace, grasping her hands with with of yours as you breathe shakily. She shuffles a bit, squeezing you again before she speaks.

“Your father is an idiot and a bastard for the way he treated you,” she whispers, “and I never knew your mother, so I won’t claim to know how she would feel. However, I do know you. And you are one of the kindest, most accepting, most lovely people I’ve ever met in my life. You’re always looking out for others, you’re always trying to help people. There’s nothing even remotely monstrous about you, my love.”

“You thought I was a monster though…” you mumble, bracing yourself for anger.

“I did,” she sighs shakily, resting her chin on your head, “and I-I can’t apologize enough for that. I need you to know that what I said, had nothing to do with who you are. I was-I took out my anger and fear on you. You’re not-there is absolutely nothing monstrous about you darling. And I will spend every moment of every day for the rest of my life trying to show you that.”

Your breath hitches at the sincerity in her voice. You awkwardly manoeuvre yourself to sit sideways between her legs, your foot preventing you from turning around completely. You stare up at her from where your head is resting against her arm, pouting and probably looking like a mess. But Larissa just smiles down at you, her face filled with so much love and adoration you feel the weight on your chest ease a little.

“I’m sorry-“ you start only to be interrupted when Larissa presses a finger to your lips.

“None of that now,” she chides, “you don’t need to apologize for feeling things. I’m so- I cannot express how much it means to me that you shared that with me. I know that one conversation isn’t going to solve your problems, but I promise I’ll be here for you whenever you need me. You know you can call me whenever you need alright?”

“But what if you’re busy I don’t want to bother you…”

“Nothing is more important than you darling.”

She says it with so much authority and sincerity that you genuinely forget how to breathe for a moment. She brushes a few more tears from your cheeks before kissing your forehead. It’s a bit awkward with the way you’re positioned. She chuckles at the noise of protest you let out when she adjusts the way she’s sitting.

“How about we go back to my quarters, get changed into more comfortable clothes and order some takeout? How does that sound darling?” She suggests.

“I-you don’t have to go through so much trouble for me Rissa.”

“I know I don’t. How about you let me anyway?” She grins.

Honestly, you don’t know what to say to that, and her cute grin makes your brain malfunction. So you nod up at her, your face flushing as she escorts you to her room.

And as you sit cuddled up to her later that evening, with her tracing abstract shapes on your arms, you truly feel like everything will be okay.

[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #31

Only 2 weeks into the semester and school is already beating my ass, but you know who always has my back? That's right baby. Paperinik. New. Adventures. Always there for me when nobody else is.

Anyways um today is PKNA #26: Time Flies which is a fun and normal adventure chapter with absolutely no existential commentary on the nature of art whatsoever.

GIANT ENEMY CRAB WHOOOO YEAH BABY THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN ABOUT

umm ACTUALLY mysterious disembodied voice, Donald is a little bitch so write that down

Shoutout to Malva I think her design is really cool and we love a bald woman they slays. Shoutout to bald women actually, just like in general.

DUDE LOOK they're flying through time... just like the cover art

Shoutout to Malva AGAIN for this outfit. Yas bitch slay!!!

their faces are killing me

Since Malva and Vlad are already traveling everywhere with such little regard for the timestream they should go show a Victorian child an iPhone and see if he dies from shock

YEAHHHH BIG FUCKING ROBOT DRAGON FIGHT YEAAHHHH 🔥🔥🔥

No Vlad is right here, PK and Lyla are doing time travel all wrong. You're supposed to dress up in silly little outfits :/

The 4 of them are so fucking goofy I'm kind of living for this set of characters tbh

AW HELL NAW WE IN THE LAND BEFORE TIME

Enjoying this pair of random Evronian workers who seem to be about as rundown as the rest of us

Goofy asf panel they're just like D:

heh... well then, LET'S. GET. DANGEROU- no wait that's the other guy

LYLA WITH MESSY HAIR RRRAAAHHHHH I love her

WoOAoaoOAoahhh PLOT TWIST!!! Is that DUCKLAS STYVESANT??? Remember? Remember him from Portrait of the Young Hero-

THAT'S RIGHT, WHAT YOU JUST READ FOR THE LAST 60 PAGES WAS ACTUALLY A SERIES OF AI GENERATED SLOP FROM THE YEAR 2255!!! FUCK YOU

Oh.

OKAY SO. Obviously the biggest hit of this chapter comes at the very end, when it's revealed that the entire story we've been following wasn't actually real, and this whole time we've just been reading an episode of a TV show that was entirely computer-generated. Of course, this comic was still made by real artists, because the technology to AI generate photos didn't exist all the way back in 1999 (thank god).

Had I read this comic maybe 4, 5 years ago, I would've probably just been like "oh huh. that's neat." and moved on. But reading this story now, in the year 2025??? Holy shit dude. The accuracy with which they approach the topic of AI art in this story is lowkey terrifying. You're telling me that Ducklas fucking Styvesant can grasp the concept of why AI art would be wrong in the year 1999, and we somehow have people in MODERN DAY that can't grasp why people are against it? 😭

This is another one of those scenarios where you read sci-fi media from the past that's exploring some kind of existential threat, in this case the existence of entirely machine-generated "art", and it's explored as some kind of scary far off "what if" scenario, but yet again we're brought face to face with the fact that this is actually happening NOW. Like NOW now. This comic predicted that computer generated shows would be a newly emerging technology in 2255, that makes us almost 230 years ahead of schedule in the real world. AND I THINK THAT'S FUCKIN CRAZY!!!!

If we're gonna go the route of making all the sci-fi horrors of PKNA into real world things can we at least get an Uno first? I would much prefer him existing over the AI slop that's all over google images now, thanks xoxo.

Anyways to briefly wind down it's time for Lyla comic!!

Shoutout to Lyla for being in what I can only assume is robot therapy

BTW if my coworkers decided to invite themselves over to my house and expected ME to prepare a meal for them?? I'd literally kill everyone in that office.

I can't cook for shit and I even I knew that... also if Lyla wasn't a robot she would have severe burns all over her body right now so. Here's a quick PSA: don't microwave eggs, don't microwave water either, both will explode. Above all else, stay safe in the kitchen.

Anyways here are some shots of Lyla being cute because I think she looks great in this artstyle.

See you next week fellow book clubbers 🫡

[courtingchaos]

Fight

Dangerous I Tease

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: Another house party, another meeting. Eddie gets to watch you do your job.

A/N: I wrote this before Tease so it might read a little weird (?) but I tried to smooth out the wrinkles. No smut in this one! I'm incapable of writing little smutty oneshots apparently and this is actually turning into a series 🙃🙃🙃 Go figure. Anyways, have fun!

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, fighting, blood, NSFW 18+ Minors gtfo you know the drill kids.

Steve’s house is big like his parents house was big, but nicer. Newer. More importantly it’s set deep in the back of the neighborhood, a lone house on a culdesac with a big backyard up against the woods, pool and two car garage and finished basement and it’s all dull. He’s said so himself but it was part of his trust fund shit. Robin gets to stay with him for free, not like he’d ever charge her anyways, and she gets to play hostess when he throws a party, so everyone is winning. 

“Oh my god I haven’t seen you in forever!” Robin yells over the music, wrapping you up in a hug as soon as you step into the house. She smells like lemonade and vodka when she presses a wet kiss into your cheek. You can see Steve over her shoulder, arm draped over his new blonde. He waves lazily at you, beckoning you in. You have to walk Robin backwards with her still hanging off your neck, yelling drunkenly into your ear about the night so far. 

She’s lucky she’s cute. 

“Robin, babe can I get drink?” You pry her arms from around your neck. 

“I’m so sorry! I’m a terrible host! You want something tasty?” She gives you a sultry look over her shoulder before walking away into the kitchen. 

“You gotta keep an eye on her tonight.” You say to Steve, pointing after Robin. 

“Is she being clingy?”

“Yeah, might just slip her into my Uber with me.” You wink at him and his yelled ‘No!’ follows you into the big kitchen. 

Twenty minutes later you’re two cups into whatever this lemonade shit is that Robin’s made when you see those long curls go past the kitchen doorway. 

“Eddie!” Robin squeals and jumps off the counter where she’s been sitting.

When you come around the corner from the kitchen, his back is to you. He’s laughing at something Steve said, his arm around someone. At first you think it’s Robin but you see her hanging over Steve’s shoulders. There’s a nasally giggle and of course it’s Dani. You get up next to him, sneaking again, and whisper. 

“Hey Vlad.” 

He jumps and whips his head sideways to look at you. Robin is laughing at him and you flash him your most winning smile. He gives you a once over when you lean back, arm crossed over you to prop your other elbow on. 

“Hey.” So few words for you when he has a thousand for everyone else. He walks around these parties joking and chatting but you? He shoves a joint in your mouth and tells you to shut up. 

“Hey Red.” Dani leans around Eddie’s shoulder, eyes sharp. She’s clutching that fucking purse like it’s made of gold. 

“Hey Dani. Great purse.” You lazily point at it with your drink. 

“It’s Gucci.” She preens. You’re not blind, could see the gold clasp from the kitchen. 

“Oh I know, that’s the Aphrodite right? I would have gone with the Deco but, you know…” you trail off with a shrug, dragging your eyes back to Eddie. He’s still staring. 

“You know purses?” Robin pipes up, unaware that a standoff is happening. Steve knows though, turns around and starts gently pushing his friend into the living room. “Ask later Rob.”

“You here by yourself?” Eddie asks, turning to face you and leaving Dani standing by herself. 

“Well it was supposed to be me and Lisa, but I’m solo tonight. Why, you looking to share a ride later?” Your eyes trail down and he shifts under your gaze, crossing his arms tightly. It’s still hot, unusual for an April night, and humid again. It suits him, makes his skin glow. His shirt is worn thin enough you can see the little specks of sweat dotting through the dark green; the shine of his chain through the collar. He’s got those torn jeans on again that offer you a glimpse of his thigh, crisscrossed with ink. You decide your gonna see the rest of that canvas tonight. 

Dani clears her throat and links her arm through Eddie’s like she’s read your mind. 

“Ed, do you wanna grab a drink?” 

You think she looks like a foal wobbling around in her black pleaser platforms. Her red tube dress sits just under her ass and she’s hanging onto the purse like a lifeline. Even with the added six inches she’s not eye level. It’s almost comical the glare she’s trying to level at you. Eddie holds your look for second longer before nodding down at Dani, ushering her into the kitchen. 

“See you in the shadows Vlad.” You say to his back. 

Eddie brought Dani because she wanted to see Steve, and Eddie only came to this party because Robin texted him specifically. He could never say no to her and this was supposed to be a normal party. None of Rick’s stupid shit, just some of Steve’s crowd was what Robin had said. A thousand heart emojis later and here he was and there you were. 

If he was smarter he would have known to come alone. Should have known you’d be here, you knew Robin from your real job so of course she’d invite you. 

He had texted you a few days after the bar incident, against his better judgement, that danger danger danger flashing in his brain like a chyron over his thoughts. 

He’s busy watching you across the room, repeating his mistake from before. Watches you move between people, holding your drink over your head. Watches Robin find you again, her own blonde now hanging off of her. He can tell you’ve noticed him staring but he doesn’t care. Dani isn’t even talking to him anymore, too busy on her phone. 

Eddie’s been watching the way your crop top sits right under your tits. It moves with you and he catches a glimpse of black lace. Your skirt is high waisted and tight, showing an inch of skin above. He wants to slide his hand there, pull you up against him in a bedroom upstairs. He likes whatever perfume it is you wear, wants to bury his face in your chest where it’s probably sweetest. 

He shakes his head to clear it. Decides to scroll through his phone to distract himself. You’re a snake like most of the girls in here. Slick and beautiful and mean, you can unhook your jaw and ruin anyone’s life. Eddie makes it a point to keep himself quiet and subdued at these house parties, at Rick’s. It’s a side of himself he keeps partially hidden from the rest of his friends, from the good part of his life. This has never been how he wants to be, but it’s how he’s ended up. A phone full of girls he can cycle through, not one of them long term or meaningful. Roll of cash and a safe hidden in his room. It’s just gotten easier after a decade. 

“Do you know where the bathroom is?” Dani cuts into his thoughts. He points down the hallway. “At the end, last door on the right.” 

“I’ll be right back.” She drops a kiss on his cheek and he doesn’t react, just keeps scrolling through Twitter. 

Out of the top of his vision he catches a glint of gold and looks up to see you slowly climbing the steps to the top floor. Fingers dancing over the railing, head tilted to watch him while you head up. When your grin disappears, he stands up to follow. There’s enough people in the house that he blends in when he moves through the crowd, music so loud he can’t hear himself walking up the steps.

On the landing he sees one doorway with light spilling out of it, pushes it open to find you sitting at the edge of an unused bed. 

“Oh so you did see me.”

“Kind of hard to miss the hair.” He steps in so he can push the door shut behind him. You flip your hair over your shoulder and it shines in the light of the bedside lamp. It’s big and wavy tonight and Eddie thinks he can get his hands in it again without you slapping him.  

“Well then it’s done it’s job.” 

He stands in front of you emptying his pockets, phone and wallet dropped next to your clutch on the corner of the bed. He nods his head behind you before you can sit up off your hands. 

“Slide back.”

“But my shoes.” You pout and lift a foot up to rest on his thigh. Eddie stares down at your leg, hands paused mid air before looking back up at you wordlessly. You wiggle your toes and lightly push your shoe up to his hip. “Untie them?” A tilt of your head, the false innocence making him chuckle. His fingers pull at the knot behind your knee and he unwinds the thin cord, fingertips light and calloused over your skin, sliding off the strappy heel. He drops that foot and pulls your other leg up from behind the knee, making you lean back further. As soon as he pulls the heel off you slide back against the pillows and Eddie follows after toeing off his boots. 

His arms cage your head and you get a whiff of his cologne. He smells like cedar and tobacco and weirdly like metal. You lean up on your elbows to get in his face. 

“You smell expensive.”

“I think that’s you.” He kisses you hard. It catches you off guard. Teeth nipping at your bottom lip and you know this is gonna be payback for the hickey. He suck’s your lip between his teeth and you slide a hand up his arm to wiggle your fingers under the sleeve of his t-shirt. He lets you go abruptly when a shout bounces off the house. 

“Fuck you asshole!” It’s sharp and makes you both look over at the window. Eddie gets off the bed and you want to scream. He pulls the blinds up and squints out at the backyard. 

“Oh my god, fuck ‘em-“

“It’s Matt.” He sounds worried and that gets you up. 

“You sure?” You push him out of the way to look and it sure is. Matt is Dani’s boyfriend who has somehow found her here. A place you know she most definitely told him she wouldn’t go. 

“God damnit, you gotta take that fucking phone away from her when your out.” You say to Eddie who’s already shoving his boots back on. You almost drop the blinds before you see Matt reach out and snatch Dani by the back of the head. 

“Motherfuck-“ you slam the lock open and wrench the window up to yell out the screen. “Motherfucker! Let her go Matt!”

He can’t see who’s yelling at him and he’s dumbly scanning the side of the house. You can hear Eddie behind you telling you to shut the fuck up but Matt shakes Dani and she yelps.

“Let her go!” He sees you finally and grins. He’s gotta be drunk because he just pulls her closer, rag dolls her around like she weighs nothing. 

“Fuckin’ make me then bitch!”

A blind rage hits and you run past Eddie to pound down the stairs, pushing everyone out of your way when you beeline for the french doors that lead to the backyard. Steve is already outside trying to calm everyone down but you brush past him, running barefoot over the laid brick around the pool. Matt watches you get closer and let’s go of Dani’s hair to ready a punch for you. 

This isn’t the first time you’ve had to handle this asshole, his penchant for grabbing the girls being mainly what your here to prevent. All you see is red when Dani topples over and scrapes her legs on the pavers. 

Matt isn’t much bigger than you but his fist does make you pause just long enough for him to prematurely swing and miss. The only thing you can think to do is stomp your foot down on the top of his and push him, heel holding him in place while he topples back. 

There’s a wet pop and then a scream and you know he’s down for good. No one moves at first until Steve rushes over, phone in hand, and pushes you out of the way. 

“What the fuck?!”

“You weren’t doing anything!” You yell at Steve. He’s trying to get Matt to shut up for a second but he’s howling about his broken ankle. Looking up to find Dani and she’s already standing, shaking and crying with Eddie trying to get her over to one of the loungers by the pool. You step over Matt’s body and he snatches your ankle, calling you seven kinds of cunt and you kick your foot until he lets go. 

“I told you last time I’d break something.” You spit at the ground and he grabs you again. This time you ball your fist up and swing down, stupidly. You aren’t throwing a real punch, just hitting him with the pinky side of your first and the pain shoots up your arm when his nose explodes blood. 

It’s over pretty quick when Robin pulls you back and into the house. You aren’t fighting her but you are raising holy hell about anyone letting Matt’s stupid ass in. 

“It’s not like we have a bouncer.”

“Well you should! He fuckin’ knows better too so he got what he fuckin’ deserved.” Keyed up and a little tipsy is how she leaves you, sitting on the front step to get some fresh air. She comes back with a water and an aspirin, your clutch dropped next to your hip. Wordlessly you accept it and watch Steve and some other guys carry Matt to the backseat of his car, moans echoing in the dark. You haven’t seen Eddie or Dani, don’t think you will until there’s a limping sound behind you. The scuffed up platform comes into view first and then her rashed leg. 

“Eddie get you cleaned up?” You don’t look over at her when she sits beside you. Instead you fish around your clutch and pull out a cigarette. 

“Uhm, yeah he-he made sure I’m okay.” Her voice is shaky and the deep breath she takes sounds wet. 

“Are you? Okay?” You see her nod lightly, adjusting her hair over her shoulder. You get through most of your cigarette before she speaks up again. 

“I didn’t tell him where I was.”

“Does he have your location on?” 

“I don’t-“ Dani fumbles with her phone for a moment. You glance at her screen and see her open up settings and it’s there. “He must have turned it on I didn’t give him-“ You lay your free hand over her phone and finally look at her. Eddie got her makeup cleaned up too but the tear tracks are all down her cheeks, cut through her foundation. 

“Turn it off now, don’t leave your phone around, and turn off Face ID. He probably did it while you were sleeping.” Silence again and you can feel the pain in your feet. Running around barefoot like a crazy bitch will do that. The pain in your hand went away quick but you know it’ll creep back later after you sleep. 

Dani takes a deep breath after she finishes with her phone and turns to look at the side of your face. 

“Thank-”

“God, don’t. Just don’t.”

“I mean it.”

“I know.” You snap at her. She tucks back over to her side of the step to run her finger over the scuff on her shoe.  

“You smell really nice.” 

You want to laugh at the way she’s trying to make this feel normal. “It’s lost cherry. Tom Ford.” The step is cold under your ass, your bare feet too where they’re curled on the step below. Your voice sounds flat. You are too old for this shit. 

Gotta find my shoes. 

“I’ve never heard of that.”

“What do you normally wear?”

“I don’t…it’s an Ariana Grande one. Like a blue bottle?”

“Oh my god.” You dig through your clutch for the thin glass. “Look, I’m sure it smells great but you gotta find something better.” Your fingers close around it and you reach over to grab Dani’s wrist and pull it close. “This won’t smell the same on you but,” you spray twice on her upturned wrist, let it dry a little before bringing it up to sniff, “it’s better than Cloud.” Dani is still under your touch. Watching you with wide eyes, her hand curls into a fist in your own. She pulls her arm back and cradles it for a moment before gently sniffing her wrist. 

“Oh, that does smell different.”

“Yeah, you get more on the cherries. I get the rose notes better.” You shrug and stub out your cigarette, stand up to get some feeling back in your legs. “Listen, I need to find my shoes. Care to help?” You’re already halfway into the house, throwing the invitation over your shoulder. Dani doesn’t move from the step, still holding her arm against her chest. “No? Just holler at me if you find ‘em.”

The shoes are still in the bedroom, but Eddie is gone. 

Shame.

A sigh rolls off you when you bend to pick up the heels. You won’t be putting them back on, not after running barefoot like you did. Pounding down the stairs and across the concrete outside really rocked your ankles, you won’t lie. You look out the window and see the red dash of blood across the pavement, even all the way up here, proof of you making good on a promise. You tuck your shoes up under you arm and dig your phone out of your clutch, ready to take a picture to send to Lisa when you feel someone standing behind you. 

“Did you miss me Vlad- oh.”

“You found your shoes.” Dani stands awkwardly in the doorway. Clutching her Gucci purse against her stomach and wobbling one ankle around in those scuffed platforms. 

“I did, no thanks to you.” You’re teasing, but the bitchiness is an undercurrent. This whole night went south because of her.

“Eddie left.” 

“Without you? I wonder why.”

“Steve and him took Matt to the ER.”

“Ah, shame. Should have rolled him into the pool to drown.” You turn back to the window and snap a picture quick. “You need a ride? I’m grabbing an Uber.” The light of your phone glares in the dark bedroom while you swipe through to find the right app. From over your phone you can see Dani tentatively walking toward you. 

“Thank you.”

“It’s what I’m here for plus, Matthew knows better. Shouldn’t have swung on me.”

“I just, I know that you all think I’m stupid for staying with him. I know you guys don’t like me because of that, or whatever.”

“Dani.” You finish ordering the car, sixty bucks down the drain, and look up her. “They don’t like you because you walk around here like you’re better than all of us.” You aren’t going to touch the first part of her statement, that’s a whole other fight. 

Her hands tighten on her purse but she doesn’t say anything, just stands there too young and naive to stand up for herself. 

“We all suck the same dicks, some of us just get better perks.” Your hand slaps against your thigh after you gesture at her bag. “Cars gonna be here in like 10 minutes, c’mon.” You grab her arm gently when you walk past her to drag her with you. She’s not leaving your sight again until she gets home. 

In the driveway of Steve’s house you and her wait for the car, your feet sticking to the concrete in the humidity. 

“I didn’t suck his dick for this.” The short gold chain clinks when Dani shakes the small crescent bag at you. “You just, you keep saying that but I didn’t.” She’s earnest. 

“I don’t actually care, babe. It’s just a joke.”

“Everyone thinks it though.”

“Well, it’s how a lot of us end up with pretty things!” Your phone vibrates with a notification that your car is here. The headlights turn down the street, slowing down at the driveway. The window rolls down and thank whatever deity is watching tonight, it’s a woman that waves out to you. Dani climbs in the back first and you slide in behind her, throwing your heels on the floorboard. 

“You guys okay?” The driver asks, looking back through the rear view. It takes all your willpower to not snap and roll your eyes at her too. 

“Oh totally, just a long night. Boys, y’know?” And that’s all the nice you have in you. She nods and takes off, the soft murmur of pop flowing through the car speakers. Your phone vibrates a few times but you just can’t find it in you to fucking care, not moving your head from its place leaned on the window until you all pull up to Dani’s apartment. She’s been quietly undoing her platforms before hopping out barefoot, leans back in to thank the driver. 

“It was a birthday present.” She says, reaching in for her heels. 

“What?” You’ve been almost dozing against the cool glass. 

“A birthday present. Everyone else forgot, but Eddie sent it to my work. Let me open it in front of everyone. It made me feel special.” 

That’s just…so much you don’t feel like wading through right now. “Goodnight Dani.” 

You ask the driver to wait until you see the light come on in her apartment. 

Your apartment is an outside walk up, the stairs going up the middle with doors on either side and at the very top, outside of your stupid little place, is a crown of curls haloed by the yellow recessed lighting in the breezeway. You debate even getting out of the Uber, maybe this nice lady will leave you at a Denny’s or something but the fact that he doesn’t move yet your phone buzzes makes you angry enough to get out. You thank your driver and promise her the biggest tip of her night and just stand in the parking lot in the damp air. Heels hanging from the same hand holding your clutch, you start for the stairs and take them slow. You catch glimpses of him between the wooden slats, the cherry of his cigarette bobbing around while he watches you back. 

A solid minute you moseyed up the stairs and he’s leaned forward staring at you, arms propped on his knees, cigarette dangling between his fingers. You expect that uninterested stare he gives everyone at parties but he looks upset. You just reach forward and steal his cigarette. 

“So do you know how to answer a text?” Eddie isn’t being quiet in this stairwell where he should be. You wave a hand down in front of you, shushing him. 

“Did you text Dani?” 

“Yeah, that’s why I’m here. She told me you took her home.” 

“Aww, we’re you worried about me?” You do this thing when people are being nice to you. A lot of fake pouting and cunty remarks until they leave you alone. Eddie doesn’t fall for it though. He just sighs heavy and stands up fast, motioning at your front door. You laugh. 

“I am absolutely not inviting you in. The night is over bud.” You’re done, ready to go in and lick your wounds behind three closed doors and the knowledge that Matt was in an ER somewhere getting his ankle reconstructed. 

“I’m not trying to fuck you.”

“You were earlier.” You purr at him, edging past when you take the last few steps up. “I didn’t forget about our little bedroom tryst.” 

“I’m serious. Let me look at your hand.” He gestures at the one holding all your stuff, the one you’d swung down at a dumb angle. You give him a confused look and huff a laugh at him. There’s no way he came all the way to your apartment to look at your hand. 

“This isn’t my first fight Eddie. I’m a big girl.” The key turns in the lock and he just opens the door for you, stepping in like he’s been here before, like he belongs. You scoff but he’s already in the kitchen wetting the towel you left on the countertop. 

“Excuse me.” He doesn’t respond. “Hey seriously, I would like you to fuck off. I’m fine.”

Eddie just walks back to you silently. Takes the cigarette from you and tosses it in the stairwell. Pulls you in to your apartment so he can shut the door and holds your hand up to his face. You can see the red on your rings, can see where two knuckles have split. He wipes your rings off first and then dabs at your fingers, his touch gentle where there’s signs of bruising. 

“I don’t think it’s broken.” He’s says quietly, still working dried blood from between your jewelry. 

You feel your chest tighten, nerves suddenly flared. You don’t feel like fleeing though, very suddenly you have a different trajectory in mind. Your bedroom is just a few feet behind him. Queen sized bed with new sheets and maybe he’d be nice to you in there too. Not a basement or the back of car but somewhere soft and warm and delicate. Maybe he’d hold your head the way he’s holding your hand, all gentle, attentive touch. You can feel the want enveloping around your head, making you soft and stupid. It creeps up behind your ears and whispers into them ‘how sweet’ ‘how caring’ ‘how thoughtful’ ‘how kind’. 

“Eddie you need to leave.” Your tone is final. If you stare at his chest you can see him pause, kitchen towel stained pink clutched in his hand tightly. 

“Will you just let me fuckin’ help you?”

“No.” You do look at him then. Eyes hard, staring holes through him. “I don’t need your help.” You pull your hand back firmly to let it hang by your side. “Thank you for checking on me, but it’s time for you to go.” When you swallow your throat sticks. He looks confused for a moment before he lets out short laugh. 

“Fine. Fuck…just fucking be like that then.” He waves you off before tossing the towel back on the countertop. Stomps over to your front door and rips it open and you want him to look back in so you have an excuse to be soft and stupid but he doesn’t. He doesn’t even leave with a scoff or a mean little quip he just…leaves. 

So sweet. So kind. Yeah, right.

(sacrifice for the readmore)

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

~{Heyyy so I know I haven’t really been active lately but I’ll try to get back to stuff but in the meantime have…whatever the fuck this is}~

•Snow•

When John Constantine woke up that morning he already had a bad feeling about…something

Ok he didn’t really have a thing to have a bad feeling about so far the day has been uneventful (which is odd considering it’s HIM) so John really didn’t know what was going on to make him so unsettled

But just in case (oh gods he’s starting to sound like the bats) he checked all of the protective runes on the house of mystery than checked every room for anything that all but when nothing turned up he just thought he was being paranoid

And while trying to calm himself down on the couch he heard something from behind him so he looked and when he did he saw

The Bloody Fucking Door

It was on the floor and a Being with white hair and that’s all he could really see from the hood covering their face and a mask with some of their hair coming out from under the hood kicked it the door down but before John could do anything the being grabbed him and throw him through the portal that was not there a second ago 

What has John’s life come to at this point he thought before he passed out with a cold feeling on his back and the blurry figure walking through the same portal

John wakes up to poking in his face and the sound of two pre-teens arguing

“Are you sure this is the right guy, he looks like a alcoholic” says a younger girl voice coming from his right side and probably the hand that’s poking him

“Yes, I’m sure this is the right guy he was in the magic house and he has the trench-coat” replied a boy around the same age as the girl and coming from his left side

That’s when John opens his eyes and are met with the faces of two pre-teens

~{ And that’s about it }~

•-—••••••••••••••••—-•

•Explanation•

Danny (With de-aged Dani and Dan who have been renamed Dawn and Dusk for plot purposes) had to dip from his home dimension but not the reasons you may think so

Vlad was being his usual asshole self and with Maddie shutting down any and all attempts at getting a date (I HC that he’s obsession is family because he was left alone in the hospital with a secondary obsession on control because he couldn’t do anything about he’s condition or help himself, but it’s still not a excuse to be a creep) so he was holding on by a thread at this point now to get off topic of this for a sec

Meanwhile Dani~Dawn and Dan~Dusk had to de-aged and Danny was taking care of them with a little bit of help from his parents when remembered they have children (Somewhat good Fenton parents! That’s rare in this Fandom) and a very busy Jazz has she is dealing with college stuff and everything is chill

Until Vlad’s obsession starts to change from dating Maddie and keeping Danny as his son to just keeping Danny but in the way Ra and Slade are and of course Danny is creeped TF out and starts to get ready to dip and somehow this gets back to Vlad and that’s what makes him go off the deep end and he starts to go after Danny

And in the fight to leave Jazz, The Fentons, Sam, Tucker all get got by Vlad and Danny gets injured but he is able to go through the portal and destroy it from his side with Dawn and Dusk with him

And they end up in Danny’s Lair and this leads us to now

•Explanation Done•

•—-••••••••••••••••—-•

•Outfits•

John Constantine-

Nothing really changes it’s basically the same as always

Danny-

Dusk-

Plus

( For his coat, Dawn and Dusk have to wear warmer clothes because they have a Wind and Water Core instead of just Danny’s ice core and they HATE IT )

Dawn-And her coat

•Ending•

~{And that’s it! I left this mostly unfinished so if anyone wants to take this I’m fine with it as long as you tag me so I can read! Anyway that’s about it see you gremlins soon byeeee}~

[iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid]

while i'm still on what is now apparently my semi-monthly danny phantom kick and the blorbo is still rotisserie spinning in my head: i usually headcanon vlad as ace, so the only character i ever really considered shipping him with (other than being in a throuple with danny's parents, obviously) was spectra. i just love the idea of a HORRIBLY toxic relationship in which she initially set out to feed off of this lonely bitter dude just like she would anyone else, but then she gets attached and can't really tell whether she actually loves him or she just loves feeding off of him, but what's the difference when you're a ghost who exists solely for this purpose anyway, right? meanwhile vlad is like.... pretty sure he knows what she's actually doing, but it does feel amazing when she pulls all the misery out of him (at least until she does everything in her power to make him more miserable so she can feed off of him again) so he really just doesn't care enough to address it and risk ending it. he's using her for temporary relief and she's using him for pretty much the same exact thing. also they're fucking. cause why not

[feroshgirlsims]

Chapter 3.3 - What Not to Wear

VLAD

Up on the second floor, Vlad runs into his cousin, Mandy. She eyes him suspiciously in the hall and then makes a rude gesture before stomping downstairs. 

He slips into his grandparents’ bedroom and begins stripping off his clothes. Below him, he can hear Mandy begging for cereal and his grandmother telling her to eat the eggs she cooked or “fuck off.” He already knows Mandy will veto the eggs and head to his mother’s house to see what she has to offer.

Jokes on her, it’s eggs. 

He savors the feel of the suit on his skin as he stares at himself in the mirror. 

“You probably don’t need to let the hem out. I used to be your height back when I wore it,” Bubba explains. It’s the only warning Vlad has that he’s in the room. Even at his advanced age, the man moves like a cat. “Custom pockets on the inside for throwing knives,” he holds Vlad’s gaze in the mirror. “Not that this is that kind of occasion.”

“It isn’t,” Vlad replies softly, dashing away a tear. He’s never been able to control his crying. It’s just something that washes out of the static haze inside him. Strong feelings are so rare he’s learned not to fight them, even if he can’t always decipher them or understand why they’ve appeared. “I can’t wear this, Bubba. She’ll think I’m a complete psychopath.”

His grandfather snorts. “You are.”

“Rude,” Vlad chastizes. “Last I checked, you’re not a licensed therapist.”

Bubba shrugs, “Like calls to like. Now, do you want to keep this in case the right occasion ever pops up?”

Vlad thanks him and dashes across the yard to his house and carefully hangs the suit in his closet before grabbing his wallet and heading back out. 

He spots his father loading the truck and feels a wave of fury wash over him. The Strauds have one vehicle, and accommodating eight adults is difficult, which is why they have a system. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Vlad shouts, “You know I have class. I need to get to the train station.”

“I’m not kidding,” his father says, “Now do you want to be a little shit, or do you want a ride? I got things to do.”

Idiotic things. Things to piss Vlad off. Things that require ignoring the whiteboard in the kitchen and taking the damn truck anyway. Vlad works his jaw but doesn’t make a move for the door.

His father leans against the truck and folds his arms. “Fine. You want to tell me what’s wrong, or is this the ghost of your teenage years sent to haunt me as punishment?”

Vlad glares. 

Josef looks up at the sky as if praying for patience. “Wear your dark blue button-down and your purple jeans. My brown boots are by my bed; I already shined them. Blue matches your skin tone, and the purple jeans are your most worn-in, so you’ll be comfortable.”

Vlad realizes that all the tension he’s holding disappears. He takes a deep breath and nods. “Thank you. I’ll be right back.”

“You’re welcome; I love you,” his father says, “But watcher help me, Vladislaus; if you’re not out here in fifteen minutes, I’m leaving, and you can walk your ass to the train station.”

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(Part 4 of 4)

[notoverjoyed]

Final Chapter! All that's left is a brief epilogue. Here's where I warn for depictions of blood and gore and implied cannibalism. Also, check out the great art that @chaseacer-ghostedition and @auroboroch made for this story. (this is from chapter 4, go look at it!)

As before, Chapter 5 is below the cut.

Chapter 5: Satisfaction

Teenage voices echo through dark halls as the four walk through the eerily empty manor.

“Ancients, I almost hope the fruitloop is up to something. Whatever is wrong with the place is making me feel sick,” Danny says.

“Are we sure he’s isn’t up to something? He could be faking sick.”

“He looked… really bad when I saw him before though,” Dani says. Her brow was furrowed with worry.

Valerie wrinkles her nose. “He sure looked sick when I saw him last,” she says. “Staring at me all sweaty and gross, then screaming at me to leave.”

“Did he have gross green looking pimples all over?” Tucker asks.

“What, ew, gross, no!” Valerie gags.“Why the fuck would have that?!”

“Ecto-acne.” Sam says, “He had it in college, thought maybe he had a relapse.”

“Okay one, no gross pimples, just sweaty and weird. Two, how the hell do you know that.”

He did have a relapse like, a few months ago, then gave it to me and Sam to force Danny to help find a cure.” Tucker answers.

“Of fucking course he did,” Dani mutters.

“And he trusted Mr. lucky-to-get-a-D-minus-in-Chemistry over here to do that?” Valerie adds.

“Hey! I figured it out in the end!”

And he was super sick then! Even when he’s sick he’s still a slimy bastard. Why should we trust him now?” Sam adds.

“We don’t, but..” Valerie starts to say, but trails off. She really can’t say much to that.

“Anyway… wait.” Danny stops, having noticed a door hanging nearly off its hinges farther up the hallway. The rug in front of it was bunched up like someone had slipped on it running through the hall.

The group comes to a halt by the door. Sam and Tucker weren’t really expecting to find anything that unusual, but the suddenly sober expressions of the other three make them grow quiet. The five of them stand in front of the broken door

Valerie is the first one to break. “Did Vlad do this?”

“Dunno, probably,” Danny says.

“Clumsy as hell though, he must really be sick,” Tucker says.

“Where was he trying to go, d’you think?” Sam asks.

“I guess we’ll find out,” Danny replies, and starts toward the door. The others follow behind him.

“Sure, follow the ominous path of destruction. If we find Vlad having some sort of seizure one of you guys is gonna call the ambulance,” Tucker jokes weakly as the rest of the group files past him, but he steps after them. No one laughs as they each step through the broken door and continue into this new, darker passage.

The path of destruction is clear even in the dim light, and they follow it down and down until they reach the door to Vlad’s lab. This door, at least, is intact, but it’s not closed. Instead, it’s opened just a crack to let an eerie emerald light peek through. Nobody speaks as Danny pushes it fully open. It creaks sharply as it reveals a horrifying scene.

Vlad’s lab is bathed in the green light of the portal with its doors wide open. No. not just open, but broken. The left hand door is crooked in its frame, while the right rests wholly on the metal floor. Had something clawed the portal open?

Damage extends beyond the portal. The walls and floor, normally pristine, look… dirty. In the green glow of the portal, it’s hard to tell with sight alone just what the mess is made. Sam is the first to react, her face contorting in revulsion at the pungent iron and citrus and something else scent. Danny, however, is the first to recognize the odor that can only be ectoplasm tainted blood. The disgust on each of their faces turns to horror as they share his recognition.

Tucker recoils, stumbling back against the doorway, but the others don’t notice him.

“Is that…” Valerie starts, then chokes out, “Is that Masters?”

“It’s gotta be,” Sam replies shakily.

“No,” Dani whispers.

“Oh god,” Tucker says, now leaning weakly against the wall and looking up, away from the mess.

“No,” Danny says, looking nauseous, “It’s not.”

Dani’s head whips toward him and asks with a shriek, “How do you know?”

“I know what my own blood smells like!” Danny shouts. His face, already drawn in horror, contorts with the terrible realization.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Valerie yells, verging on hysterical.

“Oh no,” Dani says. “Oh no oh no.” She shakes her had and look closes her eyes against the sight.

“What-” Sam begins to ask, but stops to catch Dani as she slowly crumples.

The cloning tubes are wide open, and empty of all but smears of greenish blood. Danny’s right; none of it belongs to Vlad.

[diiivinerot]

closed: for @lenismortem || lunala radu location: luna's chambers

Vlad hasn’t slept and has no interest in being out in public after last night’s fuck-up. He doesn’t want to deal with the looks, and the whispers, and the few brave enough, or nosy enough to approach him with fake, saccharine words, or worried utterances.

So he requests breakfast be brought to Luna’s chambers and joins her there, hoping for a smidgeon of privacy. Let tongues wag about the impropriety of spending time alone with one’s fiancée, rather than madwomen, or assassination plots, or bodies drained of blood. He’s already done his duty of pretending to care for that bastard (no change, which even he would argue in this case was better than a change for the worse) and now he must do his more agreeable duty of checking up on his betrothed.

The food got there before him, as he’d hoped – he’d rather they have no interruptions, no snippets of conversation to be overheard by servants that could spread throughout the keep. There was plenty to talk about already, anyway.

“I hope you slept well, my lady,” he grins like a wolf, all teeth and no humor, having waited for the door to close behind him before speaking. He walks into the room, letting his body drop like a stone in the seat across from her. “The celebration of our nuptials turned out to be quite a memorable night, wouldn't you say?” the words may seem appropriate under more usual circumstances, yet his sardonic tone hinted at the truth. He leans over to lift the lid off one of the platters, unveiling a slice of lemon cake. Her favorite would be hidden beneath another.

“On the other hand, now we can shelve for a little while our disputes about the cake,” he tries a more genuine smile, but isn’t quite sure he got it right.