#but danny's just old enough to be independent

[finemealprompt]

DP x DC Prompt #27

When Dick's parent's fell, his first thought was, "This can't be happening." His second thought was, "What's going to happen to me and my brother now?"

The answer? His brother was older than him, much older. Old enough that he could stay with the circus. But Dick? Dick couldn't stay with Danny. He was too young.

So Bruce Wayne took him in, offered to take Danny in too. Dick begged his brother to join him, but Danny didn't. He smiled at Dick, ruffled his hair, and told him he'd be waiting at the circus for when Dick returned. Promised to send postcards and letters.

Then he was gone. And Dick never returned to the circus.

[five-rivers]

Prompt: Danny’s birth was an accident.

A lab accident, to be precise.

The problem with researching something as esoteric as ghosts was that you had to source all your own materials. If you wanted to know how high ectoplasm concentrations affected human cells, you either had to buy from ethically dubious medical supply companies or use your own.

Maddie used her own. Or Jack's. They worked together, and he was fine with it, so it was essentially the same thing, ethically, if not biologically.

Either way, they kept a whole variety of tissue samples, sourced from themselves. Cheek swabs, bone marrow samples, skin, hair, a tooth Jack had to get pulled, blood, serum and whole, a couple biopsies from different organs, spinal fluid, sperm, a collection of egg cells.

If they were going to market their inventions as family friendly and safe, they needed to know it wasn't going to render anyone sterile. They had Jazz already, and one child was quite enough, but other people might want more. Or assurances it wasn't going to mutate their children, before or after birth. Although in Maddie's opinion, that was quite ridiculous. Ectoradiation was quite different from electromagnetic radiation, or alpha radiation, or other traditional types.

So, that was what Maddie was researching now. Eggs and sperm. She wasn't about to do anything fertilized, of course. Too many ethical problems. But she would put a different concentration of ectoplasm in each test tube for one set, then duplicate those concentrations for the second set, then set up some eggs in one set of vessels, and a sample of sperm in the other, then run them for the same amount of time. Fourteen with eggs, fourteen with sperm. A bit of an odd number, but that's what happened in independent labs. Test tubes broke, and then if you wanted to control your experiments, and keep everything the same, you had to do things in odd numbers. Or buy new test tubes. But the more time you spent shopping, the less time you spent experimenting.

She started with the eggs. One by one, putting them into the the test tubes. One... two... three... four... bottom of the column... five... six... seven... eight... bottom of the column... nine... ten... eleven... twel--

"Maddie! I'm taking Jazz out to see you know who for you know what!"

"Dad!" said Jazz, her two-year-old voice squeaky with outrage. "I know we're going to the doctor!"

"Oh, right!" she called back. "That was today, thanks you for remembering, hun!" Usually, she was the one of them to remember important dates, but Jack was really on top of things for Jazz. It was nice.

"No problem, Mads! Good luck with the mutation experiment!"

"Thanks!" She turned back to the rack of test tubes. Now, where was she? She'd just finished that row... She had sorted them by row, hadn't she? Of course she had. So, she should start with the sperm. Right

She picked up the pipette and started from the top of the column. One.. two... three... four... She kept going, until she hit fourteen, and still had two test tubes left.

Well. That wasn't good. She must have-- Had she overlapped? Or had she just not finished filling the egg test tubes? If the latter, she could just put the last two eggs in the last two test tubes. And label them a little more carefully. She rearranged her worktable and peered into the container she'd carried the thawed eggs over in.

One. One unopened egg.

Hands shaking slightly, Maddie counted back to the thirteenth test tube. The one with the second-highest concentration of ectoplasm. The one that she had almost certainly put both an egg cell and sperm into. She pulled it out of the rack and set it in an empty one, then sat and stared.

This was a serious mistake.

Oh, she knew she could just dump it out in the sink or in the biological waste box, or any number of other things. Even moving at their fastest, sperm took a while to get into an egg. It might not have gotten there yet. And even if it had... Few people would consider a single cell a human being. But... Maddie had been raised Irish Catholic. She couldn't...

She sighed. Before she got carried away, she needed to check to see if it had even... taken, she supposed she should call it. If there was any life there. The ectoplasm could very well have acted as an inhibitor.

She licked her lips and reached for a microscope. First, find out what had happened, then talk to Jack, and then... then they would decide what to do. Together.

[flamingpudding]

Fictober23 Prompt: 11 - "You lost it, Well, we lost it."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: G

Warnings: -

A/N: Ties to this Post, but can be read independently, or at least I hope. I am bad at judging these kind of things.

"Daniel." Damian hissed looking over his shoulder at the floating presence next to him. 'Daniel' had his back turned to him, arms crossed and was clearly pouting. The preteen's right eye twitched.

"Daniel, look at me." Really was this the others reaction to getting told to shut up after he had rambled a good while about his oldest brother and causing them to lose the artifact they had just acquired?

"My name is not Daniel."

"For such an old being, you are being childish." Damian huffed back, having had this kind of argument before with Daniel, well Danny as the ghost - spirit - his past life's soul or whatever he should call him, insisted.

"And you are not childish enough. You are what? 11? 12? Be a kid and live more!" Danny turned around, throwing his arms out while doing a twirl in the air. Damian watched how the other's hands lit up green and he let sparks fly, imitating a firework.

"We do not have time for this." Damian huffed instead, turning his focus back to their surroundings.

"If not now, when then?" Danny retorted, floating next to his shoulder again, looking at the map Damian had laid out on the ground, several areas were already crossed out and the boy was tapping with a pencil against the paper.

"We wouldn't be in this situation if you hadn't distracted me before, with facts that I did not need to know."

"Excuse me? I find the fact that I figured out who Dash got reborn as very important! Like do you know how badly I want to go to Clockwork and beg him to sent be back in time just so I could see his face if I told him? That's something you should be looking forward to with how interested you had been about some of the others. Ancients! Dan would laugh even more if I told him!"

Standing up and dusting his pants Damian crossed his arms staring unimpressed at the now rambling ghost. Now going on and on about the fact that since they were tied together, he would get dragged along and prove that Danny wasn't lying to his former bully about having become a super protective and wacky older brother.

Pinching the bridge of his nose Damian, felt like he could relate to his fathers a bit more now. "Daniel."

"Just image the face he would make and…"

"Daniel."

"....of course it would be hard to prove but since we can't get more than 20 ft distance you would…"

"....Daniel James Fenton."

"...once we are there I could also show you how Dad and Mom used to be and…"

"... Daniel Phanom."

"... you could help me figure out who Vlad was reborn as once you saw past him. I am still…"

Damian sighed, glaring at the still rambling Ancient of Balance, Ghost King or whatever other title the ghost had acquired. "Danny."

In an instant Danny's head snapped to Damian with stars in his eye. "DAMI! You called me Danny!"

His eye twitched and he suppressed whatever he wanted to return right now and opted to only click his tongue. "Oh right, we got a job to do! We gotta find that artifact, we had researched."

The younger turned his unimpressed stare into a glare. "You mean the artifact we had, previously before you distracted me with your ramblings again."

"That's right! You lost it!" Danny knocked with a fisted hand against the flat of his palm in realization, smiling brightly. "That ninja guy took it, the one you said who was working for your Peepaw right?"

"Please do not call grandfather that. Besides, you distracted me. Being the only one able to see you is clearly a hindrance not an advantage as you insisted." Damian huffed back, turning his face to the side.

"Still doesn't change the fact that it got taken from you. Ergo you lost it!" Danny grinned widened, ready to tease Damian more about having lost the artifact they had painfully researched and tried to find behind their families back. Though the ghost blinked as Damian suddenly smirked up at him. "Well, we lost it. You told me once that we were supposed to be the same person until you were removed from the reincarnation cycle. But this soul magic recognizes you and me as the same. Despite you seeing me for who I am, we are bound."

"Uh…"

Damian continued to smirk. "You are essentially teasing yourself."

The two stared at each other, one smirking triumphantly the other staring in disbelief and with a gabbing mouth. Finally Danny huffed, crossing his arms and pouting as he floated cross legged next to his sort-of-but-not-reincarnation. "Don't tell Dan you outworded me again."

"I have yet to meet this 'Dan', Daniel." Damian answered easily as he uncrossed his arms and picked up the map, having decided where to go next now that Danny was no longer spouting nonsense and would be of help. He had noticed small traces of his grandfather's man that had taken the artifact from them.

"Nooooooo!" Damian only so much as inclined his head slightly into the other direction. Bracing himself for next nonsense the other would come up with only to see from the corner of his eyes how Danny dramatically fell into a horizontal floating position, acting like he was laying flat on the floor. "You are back to being all formal names! I thought we made progress!"

Damian only smirked hopping off the roof they had been on, back on track to get the artifact back. It had only been two weeks but he had become quite fond of his dramatic past self, despite the existential worries he had caused at first. Still as much as he had gotten fond of Danny, he did not want for the other to be stuck with him forever. After all, the Ghost King surely had his own duties to attend to, yet Damian wouldn't mind if the Ancient became a permanent fixture in his life.

Maybe he could even introduce him to the rest of the family, once the soul magic was resolved and he was no longer the only one able to see him.

[phantoms-lair]

"Okay, I can see why your astrology loving self likes it here," Tim elbowed Danny.

"It's astronomy and you know it." Danny said, fake offended.

"Yeah, I will admit I'm surprised by how good the internet is here. I wasn't expecting that out of rural Kansas."

"Well, think of who they have to keep in contact with, and how far away." Danny pointed out. "Honestly, pretty sure Bruce is responsible."

"Wouldn't be surprised."

"Hey Danny!" Elle hovered over the two of them. "Let's go flying!"

"We've got a guest you know." Danny gestured at Tim with his thumb. "Be kind of a jerk move to fly off without him."

"Can't he fly?" Elle asked. "His hero name is Robin, right?"

Elle looked like she was ten, but Tim had to remind himself she was less than half a year old and often surrounded by metahumans. "No flight. All my powers are up here." he said, tapping the side of his head.

"You're psychic?" she asked.

Danny laughed and Tim rolled his eyes. "No powers, just smart." he clarified. Then he looked back at the stars. "It would be interesting to see what it would be like to have powers, but like most of the family, I'm a normal human."

"No one who can lie to Batman with a straight face is normal." Danny pointed out.

"If he wants to know what it's like to have powers, why don't you show him?" Elle asked.

"It's rude." Danny said, sticking his tongue.

"Not with consent."

"Not with permission." Danny pleaded. "You are too young for me to want to hear you use the phrase 'consent'."

"Missing something." Tim pointed out.

"Overshadowing. If I take control of you I can channel my powers through your body. But like I said, it's kind of rude."

Tim wasn't sure 'rude' was the word for stealing someone's bodily autonomy. But Elle did have a point of her own. There was a world of difference between doing something with or without consent. "Okay, how would that work?"

"How would what work?" Danny asked.

"The overshadowing thing."

"Oh, it's er," Danny was fiddling with his fingers, suddenly nervous. "It's kinda creepy."

Tim gave him a flat look. They'd covered Danny referring to himself as 'creepy' enough in Gotham that he wasn't amused.

"It's basically possession. I would seize control of your body and channel my powers through it. Normally the person getting possessed is sort of put to sleep and only has vague impressions of the time they were controlled. But a person with strong enough willpower can resist and be aware." Unsaid was that pretty much everyone in Tim's family would be able to hold onto their awareness.

"Could you cede control once you had it though? Possess someone but not control them?"

"I honestly don't know. I've never tried it." Danny admitted.

"Then lets try it," Tim suggested.

Danny looked at him like he was crazy. "Why?"

"Two reason. The first is it will see how well I do if a ghost tries controlling me. The second," he shrugged, "I'm not a metahuman and will probably never be one. And I'm okay with that, but it's been interesting to see what it feels like to be one, you know?"

Danny pursed his lips and Tim wondered if he was crossing a line. Being a metahuman hadn't exactly been a fun experience for Danny, after all.

"Okay." Danny said reluctantly. "But you don't get to blame me if you don't like it."

Or he could just still have issues with the thought of people rejecting him for his powers. "Fair. We've got Elle as our witness that this was my idea. I could talk to the Kents beforehand too-"

"Not necessary!" Danny shuddered.

Tim felt his heart droop. Deep down Danny still didn't trust they'd keep caring for him. He hated what the Fentons had done to Danny's self esteem. "You don't have to if you don't want to." Tim softly reminded him. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable either. But I trust you, you know?"

Danny swallowed heavily. "Okay. If you're sure."

It felt cold, at first, like a chill up his spine. Then Tim felt his mouth move and vocal chords activate independently of of him. "Okay, so this is overshadowing." His own voice said. "So I guess, try to do something and I'll try not to stop it?"

"Do you have to talk out loud?" Tim asked. "It's going to look like I'm talking to myself."

"I guess that works. And yes, no psychic connection for this. Sorry."

"Weird," Elle observed. "I've seen some recordings of overshadowing and usually the person has the eyes glowing the ghosts color when control, but the glow fades when they resist control. But the eye glow didn't go away when Tim spoke."

"He's not resisting me, I'm letting him have control, it's different." Danny insisted.

"Maybe I should start resisting you. Just to see if I can." Tim suggested.

Elle giggled. It really did look funny with him talking to himself.

"Okay," Danny raised Tim's arm and clenched his fist. "You try to open your hand and I'll try to keep it shut."

Tim had to admit just feeling his arm move like that was mildly panic inducing. He'd managed not to be carded by Hatter but imagined this was what it felt like. He struggled to move his hand only to have it firmly stay in place. He struggled more, eventually sending his arm into erratic fits, punching himself in the face. "Owww" he moaned as

Elle doubled over in laughter.

"Healing factor should take care of it in a few minutes. Unless you want to stop now." Danny rubbed their injured nose.

"No, I mean, I think I want muscle control back, we can work on resisting stuff more later. But I want to see what having powers feels like!"

"Which one do you want to-"

"Flying!" Elle interrupted gleefully.

"I think you might have an ulterior motive." Danny said dryly. "You up for flying, Tim?"

"Yes please," Tim answered, trying to hide how excited he was to try.

He's seen others fly, several times, but it wasn't something he's ever thought he could do except on a hang glider or something.

"We're going for invisibility first." Danny warned. "Since we don't want to be seen."

If getting possessed had been a shiver up his spine, becoming invisible was like being dunked in cool water. Not frigid, but a definite chill ran across his skin as it vanished from sight. Then Tim felt gravity lose it's hold on him. Without any form of propulsion he lifted up about a foot in the air.

"We're going to start low and slow." Danny assured him. "So if anything goes wrong you aren't going to fall too far." Gently he leaned forward and glided effortlessly through the air.

"Do you think I could do this myself?" Tim asked.

"No clue, let's try!" Danny seemed to be warming up to the idea of testing with Tim's lack of a bad reaction to being overshadowed.

The floated in place and Tim tried to move their shared body. But while he could mover his limbs with ease, Danny's power couldn't be interacted with. "Doesn't look like it, sorry."

Elle looped back around. "This is low and slow is kiddy stuff." She groaned.

Danny gave her a mild glare. "You are three months old. You have no right to complain of kiddy stuff."

"If anything I can more." Elle countered. "Come on, can we at least do tag or something?" Tim shrugged. "Sure, tag sounds good."

~

"Does she normally smoke you this bad at tag?"

"No." Danny grumped.

Tim sighed. "Sorry. Having to plan out our strategies is letting her hear us. If you took full control-" "Then you wouldn't be in the game, I'd just be using you as a meat suit for no reason." Danny pointed out.

Tim thought for a moment. "Danny, can you put your shield in a bubble around us, so Elle can't hear us planning?"

"Sure, but it's going to be obvious."

"That's fine, we're just planning the planning." Tim assured. Danny raised the shield "We're planning to plan? Seems redundant."

"We're planning the things that will let us plan in plain sigh without your sister knowing." Tim corrected. "So our main issue here is we've got two minds that need to collaborate. Even if we split the division of labor of you powers me body, we each need to use both. You can take control of my body if an opportunity needs it, but I can't take control of your powers, so that what we need more communication for."

"Elle hasn't developed much beyond the standard, so we can keep to those. So, intangibility," Tim tapped the ring finger of his left hand twice. "If I make that motion, it means I'm asking you to use intangibility, if you do it it's warning me you're using it and I don't have to flinch away. Blinking twice will work the same for invisibility and..." Tim thought a moment more. "Tongue for flying." "Okay, I get eyes for invisibility and hands for intangibility, why tongue for flying?" Danny asked.

"Because it can't be seen. So tongue on the roof of my mouth acts as the taps or blinking, but can also be used to indicate direction in three dimensions." Tim demonstrated by holding his tongue to the roof of his mouth, then pressing it to the left side of his cheek."

Any more discussion was interrupted by Elle knocking on the shield. Danny dropped it to reveal his younger sister looking annoyed. "Are we playing or what?" Dany smirk and cracked their shared knuckles. "Round two begins now."

~

Alfred stood on the porch with the Kents while Martha rang the bell to call the children in. It had been a lovely visit catching up with them while Tim spent some time with Danny and Elle. It warmed his heart that despite moving to Smallville and possibly adding Kent to his name instead of Wayne, Danny and Tim were still very much brothers.

(One of the contingencies, if the Kents hadn't felt able to take in the boy, was for him to be officially adopted by Tim as a Drake, allowing him to still be a part of the family without feeling an unwanted connection to Master Bruce. But that plan was scrapped when Danny became publicly known during the Seige of Gotham. It was for the best, Danny truly needed more adults he trusted.)

It wasn't unexpected to see the children approach from the air. What was unexpected was there was only two of them and Master Tim seemed to be flying of his own volition. A raised eyebrow was all it took to remind the children that this wasn't an ordinary situation either.

Tim felt his shoulders hunch and his cheek flush as Danny's self-consciousness expressed itself in his body. Danny separated from him and opened his mouth, probably to apologize, but Tim wasn't going to let him. "I wanted to know what it was like to fly." he said, cutting off any apologies for his existence his brother might make.

"Indeed." Alfred said simply. "And how did that work out?"

"Quite well. I can better coordinate flying members of the team now, as well as Danny and I worked out a simple non-verbal code in order to plan around Elle while she could hear everything we said to each other. It was a productive endeavor."

"More importantly, Master Tim." Alfred's eyes crinkled into a smile. "Did you have fun?"

Tim felt himself becoming bashful now, ducking his head. "Yeah." He answered. "I did."

Good. Just as Danny needed the occasional reminder they were cared for, Tim needed the reminder that he was more than his use.

"That's something." Pa rubbed his chin. "Don't suppose you'd be willing too take me up there too. "I'd love to be able to go flying with Clark."

Danny's face turned red, and he half hid behind Tim's shoulder.

"It's okay if you're not comfortable with us for that yet." Ma said kindly. "We know you haven't know us as long as Tim."

"S'Okay." Danny muttered.

"You can take Pa and I'll take Ma. We can all go flying!" Elle cheered.

"When your brother's ready," Ma gently admonished.

"With that we must be off." Alfred apologized. "While I treasure these times, it's not fair to Miss Gordon to have to run herd on our family all evening without backup."

"Give Bruce our best." Ma patted Tim on the head while Pa and Alfred shook hands.

"I will. See you soon Danny."

"Yeah." Danny smiled at his brother. "See you soon."

It would be sooner than either of the two thought

[cartoonybus]

Love Händel Headcanons

cw for allusions to drugs, sex, disordered eating, homo & transphobia, sexism

|All Three|

• they were all born around 1960

• they all met in high school

○ Danny met Swampy when he was running late one day. he went to lock up his bike while Swampy was smoking in the bike shed. Danny bummed a cigarette off him and they started chatting

○ Bobbi and Swampy had been aware of each other (they'd both been in band in middle school) but didn't properly meet until they got kicked out of class on the same day

○ at some point, both Dan and Bob sat with Swamps at lunch on the same day. then the next. and then the next. and then--

• They all had interest in hard rock before meeting but Bobbi was actually the one to introduce them to metal music and the metal scene

• they held regular but informal jam sessions for years, using the dilapidated shed in Danny's backyard before ever forming a band

• the decision to start a band came during an early 80s blunt sesh. they were having a deep conversation about what they wanted out of life. none of them wanted to go to college or join the corporate world or start a family. danny always dreamed of being a rock star. and since they were all musicans, yeah, why not!

• 'Music Makes Us Better' is what their typical repertoire sounded like back in the day, and 'Snuck Your Way' was their odd ball. though when they reformed they experimented more and became less strictly metal

• they never had a manager; they always split their earnings three-ways. in the early years they took turns organizing gigs and venues

• they grew a small, dedicated fanbase in their early years, being big fish in a small pond in the Tri-State Area music scene. by the mid-80s they were popular enough to be featured in independent subculture magazines and college radio shows, and eventually started touring the country by '84

• however, they didn't sell out many venues until they blew up in popularity with 'You Snuck Your Way into My Heart'

• overall Love Händel was started in '81, and their career lasted from '82 until '97

• Sherman was the first to leave the band. since he was the Heart™, Love Händel folded days later (the concert Linda and Lawrence went to wasn't a planned farewell concert, it was just the last show before they broke up. it just became colloquially known as The Farewell Concert)

• they are dudes from the 80s; they're all emotionally constipated. gave each other a lot of the classic "dude are being vulnerable rn? what are you, a girl?" type of shit. so a LOT of their conflicts are caused by suppressed emotions finally blowing up and their inability to communicate with each other

• honestly they could be pretty vicious with their banter at times; if you overheard them then you'd think they despised each other.

• though tbh if anyone outside of their trio ever gave one of them even 10% the attitude they have each other, the other two would flip their shit ("fuck you YOU can't talk to him like that! only we can!")

• and that said, after the events of DWGTBBT when they decide to try being friends again, they elect to go to group therapy (affectionately referred to as 'couples therapy' and 'our rock'n'roll guidance counselor'). that, plus their "old age", has softened them up a bit

• they explored each other's bodies--*armed guards tackle me to the ground*

• back in the day their favorite movies to rent together are 'Buckaroo Banzai', 'Rock: Its Your Decision' (esp while stoned), and 'This Is Spin̈al Tap'. For the holidays, they like to throw on the 'Black Christmas' and 'Muppets Christmas Carol'

• they're all snobby in their own ways; Danny with music esp rock, Bobbi with fashion and art, and Sherman with literature and classic comedy (though he's the least likely to be a dick about it)

• they all have poor self-esteem in their own, though similar, ways; at various points in their lives, they've all been made to feel like they were obnoxious and "too much". they found solace in music and in each other. playing together makes them feel special, accepted, or useful

• they informally reformed after DWGTBBT, usually playing at local events while Sherman was on his lunch break (technically Bob and Danny were on break too but they're their own bosses so their breaks could be whenever). they officially reformed full-time before the events of Across the 2nd Dimension. they were setting off for their reunion tour when the Normbots attacked

|Danny|

• his full name is Daniel Alexander Makriyannis

• was an only child, but grew up close with several cousins who were basically siblings

• Greek American; his dad's parents immigrated in the 1920s, his mom was born in Greece but moved to the US as a kid to live with an aunt

• grew up in Peoria Illinois where his upbringing was painfully average

• got his first guitar for his 10th birthday

• before then, he started spending a lot of his free time just hanging out at the local music store, and eventually became a pseudo-son figure to the store owner, Mac

• when he was 12 he was actually hired (under the table) at the store as his first job. he mainly did small jobs like cleaning and moving stock in the backroom. he was promoted to cashier around 14

• his dad worked as a desk jockey at a toy factory and was transferred when Danny was 16, forcing the family to move to Danville

• naturally, Danny was devastated about leaving behind his friends, family, and city to move to the suburbs

• for years he was the only member of the band who has ever had a driver license

• cis bi man; it didn't click until he was 30. he'd always been aware of his attraction to men but subconsciously repressed/downplayed it ("its totally normal to get horny looking at dudes and for your heart to hurt when you see queer shit it doesn't make me gay im straight iM STRAIGHT")

• hasn't been with a man before, but dated several women over the years

• a couple of years after the band broke up, he met and was briefly married to a woman named Trish, but that started and fizzled out in <3 years.

• as a young man, his main flirting tactic was to flex his knowledge of and opinions on music. he usually came across as a dick so it never really worked

• not really an athlete but definitely the most active and physically fit of the band. he weight trains and goes for runs at least once week

|Bobbi|

• his full name is Robert Eric Gaitán

• an only child

• naturally brunette. naturally hairy too but shaves his body

• whenever he has a cold, he sounds like Candace-on-parsnips

• grew up Catholic. neither he nor his parents were very religious, they just went to church on Sundays and for big holidays because, well, "that's what you do"

• he was only in the church choir for a couple of years, but it really helped him develop his vocal range. it also taught him how to read sheet music

• his parents are from Mexico. his father was a tailor and his mother was seamstress, and they met when they started working in the same shop in Monterrey

• they later eloped to america, where they moved around a lot (Bobbi was born in Chicago) before settling in Danville when he was little

• his parents never taught him Spanish while he was growing up. it was not out of shame, just studies at the time thought speaking Spanish at home would make it harder for kids to learn English, and they wanted to give him a headstart (in fact, they were ecstatic when he chose Spanish as his language class in high school)

• his parents didn't pressure him into joining the family business, but they insisted on teaching him the basics of mending clothes. as a tween he asked to be taught how to read patterns and how to use the sewing machine

• he's a cis(ish) gay man; he's known since was 11 or 12

• when he realized he was gay he broke down and was despondent for several days. he felt like he HAD to tell his parents and it took him weeks to build up the courage to do so

• his parents, for their part, were surprisingly okay with it (if in a fearful "don't tell anyone, this stays within the family, don't act gay in public, this is your cross to bear. love you <3" kinda way)

• honestly they were way more distraught when he dropped out of college to be in Love Händel

• he's been naturally fey his whole life but starting in middle school he did his best to hide it, mostly by keeping quiet. when he spoke he tried to keep his voice low, giving short clipped responses, and he'd sit on his hands or cross his arms to keep from being expressive. during interviews with the band, it made him come across as rude and cold, so he was the least popular among fans

• however, he let himself relax and be himself around his closest friends (including Danny and Sherman ofc). and when the band broke up he had a "fuck it" moment and stopped masking all together, letting his genuine personality shine through all the time.

• he hasn't officially come out of the closet to the public, though his sexuality has been an open secret in the industry for years

• has had a poor relationship with food most of his life. he's never been officially diagnosed with an ED, but his eating habits are definitely disordered and unhealthy. he passed out from hunger multiple times in the 80s and 90s.

• in high school he had a deep connection with an exchange student from Montreal named Wendel Ngo that definitely would've turned romantic if either of them acted on it

• a hopeless romantic but has the worst luck dating. like, murphy's law levels of bad luck. the men he dated weren't awful, it just seemed that something crazy would happen early in the relationship that'd end it. like, a-boulder-crashing-through-the-café-they're-in-and-running-his-date-over levels of crazy

• simultaneously touch-starved and avoidant as hell

• is genuinely a talented hairdresser, just his signature 'do is, well, his signature! plus one of the most popular styles requested at his salon

• went bald due to the stress of the band dissolving, malnutrition, and because hair bleach in the 80s was straight up corrosive

• he has a French bulldog named Basquiat whom he spoils rotten. she's not allowed on the couch though (she gets her own)

|Swampy|

• his full name is Sherman Lee Lundy (his birth name was Marcia Anne)

• has a sister named Glenda who's 2.5 years younger than him, plus half-siblings he's never met

• his parents never married. his father left when his mom was pregnant with his sister

• since said mother had to work A LOT to keep her kids fed, they were basically raised by their Nana

• he got the nickname 'Swampy' from his Nana--his mother called him 'Marshy' as a baby and because his Nana is a real Wise Guy™ started calling him Swampy, and it stuck.

• trans & bi; he's known he was a boy since he was little but didn't realize he was into men until high school

• similar to Ringo, he was "The Weird One" but got the most fan mail

• also got laid the most, though didn't date very much (it was easier to stay stealth while making out in a car at night than while going out to dinner)

• slouches so much because 1) drummer 2) he didn't get top surgery until his 40s so he tried to make his chest smaller that way 3) tbh when you read you have to slouch majority of the time

• his Nana was pretty supportive, if clueless. like she never really "got" what "transgender" was, but if little Swampy hated his name and wanted to he referred to as a boy, that was fine by her ("I used to be in vaudeville, I've known plenty of inverts").

• when he hit puberty and his boobs started coming in, she dug through their attic and found an old sewing pattern for a Symington Side Lacer--a proto-binder from the '20s, meant to achieve flat silhouettes. she made Swampy a few lacers of his own, including the mesh one he wore on tour

• though he didn't get his name legally changed until he was an adult, he picked out the name Sherman for himself as a little kid; he named himself after Herman Munster but "didn't want to make it too obvious"

• his mom was too busy with work to really react or intervene with his transition. one time she came home early and walked in on him chopping all his hair off. she just sighed, pinched her nose, and told him to sweep up when he was done

• since he's been openly a boy pretty much her whole life, his sister didn't know he was trans until they were adults; when she was little, she saw baby photos of a girl who wasn't her and heard mentions of a 'Marcia'. when she asked Nana and Swampy about "her" they hastily said things like "no one, don't worry about it" so. she became convinced she had an older sister who died that no one brought up because it was too painful

• as a tween, Glenda had a short crocheting phase (it was the 70s after all), and Sherm picked it up after she dropped it. It's something he still does to this day

• he was a classic hyper 'he's not dumb he's just bored' ADHD kid when he was little

• always had an interest in learning music, but was directed towards the drums to get his energy out. fortunately it became his passion

• he's best at drums, but he knows how to play A LOT of instruments; guitar, piano, trumpet, marimbas/xylophone, the theramin

• i know 'chaotic gremlin energy' is considered cringy tumblr speak or whatever, but there's no other way for me to describe him as a young man. weed REALLY mellowed him out

• always loved reading and read through all the books in his house multiple times. even the dictionary

• honestly because of he's so well read he has info/trivia/quotes for almost any situation

• refuses to elaborate on what he was doing in a metronome factory in the first place

• he loves most genres of literature and fiction, though never really got into poetry

• just one of those people who's naturally good with kids. at family gatherings and stuff the kids just gravitate towards him

• because of that and working in the library for so long, he's the most up to date with what's cool with the kids these days. he's still considered Uncool though

• keeps in regular contact with his sister and Nana, calling them at least once a week but often more. not as close with his mom but they're friendly and talk when they run into each other.

[slashthrashandcrash]

Expanding on the Child!Legion idea I mentioned with my baby!Legion ideas. Not as many but I hope you enjoy them:

-8/9 years old, 2 per trial (Cause toddler = 4, child = 2 and adult = 1, I guess)

-Ghostface is still in the trial because while they can pick up the survivor, they aren't strong enought to lift them onto the hook

-Frank and Julie is the most vicious combo, they're creative and cruel with their methods

-Susie and Joey tend to be a little calmer with it, may steal an idea or two from Frank or Julie but aren't as enthusiastic

-Ghostface for both child and toddler legion takes photo's of them downing/ mori-ing survivors. Keeps it subtle and never tells anyone because he wouldn't hear the end of it.

-They might also steal some of the other killers equipment to use in trials or just to fuck with the other killers. Survivors thinking it's trapper because they found a bear trap, then and feral 8 year old jump out a tree to stab them. And deathslinger has definitely caught them with his gun more than once

-Probably aware of the fact that if they scream Ghostface will come running. It's  very easy for them to get away with things if they fake the scream well enough.

OOOUGH YES GOOD GOOD V GOOD

I'm loving the mental imagine of two of them having to carry a survivor together, one of 'em grabbing the head and the other grabbing the feet and hefting them over to the nearest hook.

They'd be a lot less clingy compared to their toddler selves and also more self sufficient, which means Ghostface actually gets some room to breathe. They're still kinda stupid and constantly almost getting themselves killed from fucking around, but that's not much different than when they were teenagers.

Ghostface tried to bribe them with cigarettes again before Amanda smacked the shit out of him. And he's still the main protector/babysitter of the brats, no matter how much he insists he isn't. Just ignore the fact that he lost one of his knives somewhere in Springwood after Freddy made a comment about Julie.

On one hand, Danny likes that they're more independent from him and they're easier to tease/have fun with since they're older. Still cute and naïve about things, simple to trick, unintentionally hilarious. On the other hand, now they know how to (kinda) talk back and fully be little assholes, which makes them twice as annoying. He should have appreciated baby!Frank more when Danny could just hold him to make him calm.

Secret bonus is that this would put them at the same age as Ramona which could be a good thing or a bad thing (mainly for Danny)...

[halfagone]

Is it weird that I’m not a big fan of the whole this hero from this fandom gets adopted by the batfam trope? Like, it’s repetitive, but my main issue is that I feel like it devalues the hero in the process? Like, I’ve read fics about Danny and Spidey being adopted by them , and it’s just weird because they’re both solo heroes who’ve accomplished amazing things by themselves, and I feel them getting adopted and following Batman’s order just makes them another sidekick? Like, Spider man in particular was one of the first teen heroes that wasn’t a sidekick, and Danny falls into that category too. Sorry, does that make sense?

I think I get what you're trying to say here! That part of the reason why teenage heroes like Spider-Man and Danny Phantom are so impressive is because they did the hero thing alone, right? That they were capable of all these feats without a mentor and through their own wits and talents? I believe I'm getting that correctly?

I wouldn't call that weird at all. Everyone has the right to their own opinion, and should be respectful enough not to bash anyone else for theirs.

I will say that half the reason why I adore Danny so much is how passionate his character is. We have evidence that Danny isn't the most fond of the hero gig, but the fact that he keeps at it, keeps putting himself in danger to protect people, proves that for all that he's a little shit that gets on people's nerves, he is genuinely a good kid. He didn't have to do the hero thing, but he did, because someone had to, and he decided it had to be him. And he did it alone, or- mostly alone. Sam and Tucker's help should never be underestimated, but it's no secret that they don't have all the firepower he does.

I do understand why people like the trope where Danny or Peter get adopted, and part of it is for the same reasons I like it too.

When you think about it, teen heroes are targeted for teen audiences. They're fictional characters meant to instill confidence in kids, teach them that they can do good too, help them grow and reflect when they see their favorite heroes going through the same things they do. All sorts of things like that. And when you're a kid, you feel like the world is stacked against you. Hopefully you'll have people in your corner, but not every kid out there does. So these kinds of heroes help them build confidence in their independence, that they can stand up for themselves too, even when no one else will.

But then you grow up, and then you realize you shouldn't have had to do that all by yourself. You should have had a trusting adult to look out for you, you should have had someone to watch your back. I was an anxious 14-15 year old, because I was stupid enough to try to finish high school in 3 years instead of the standard 4.

And that's nothing in comparison to these teen heroes who have people's lives in their hands, fighting every day knowing that one day they might not come back home, getting injuries they can't always hide well. On top of all that, they have to make excuses at school, make excuses at home, try to keep up with their grades so that they can have a future, they have to think about college/university plans.

Sometimes they get grounded or punished, because they're lying to their family's faces, but it's all for a good cause. But they can't explain that either, because they want to protect the people they love. Peter Parker is usually very poor, in some cases he works one or multiple jobs to help Aunt May pay the bills.

The teenage experience is overwhelming enough, they shouldn't have to worry about the hero thing. But they want to help people. And they deserve to get some help of their own.

I know there are probably some people out there that give Danny or Peter a loving family because they see a lot of themselves in these two. They couldn't get that supportive family, so they go in and they give these teen heroes the family they never had, because they know how much good it would have done for them too. And sometimes that blood/biological family isn't the answer, might even be the root problem of it all, so they give them an adopted one.

Obviously it's still not for everyone, especially if you do want to keep that independent aspect that kinda makes the whole teenage hero trope. So the concept might not be for you, and that's okay too! Unfortunately sometimes that means you have to ignore a lot of fics, but hopefully there are plenty other fics that are out there for you.

[howlingmoonrise]

Tag game! What are you top 10 fandoms of all time? Name them and then tag ten more people. Feel free to write as much or as little about why you like them! I'll start.

in some particular order, though not consistently:

1 - Danny Phantom! my first and constant love, my introduction to the world of fic, and what got me actually make strides in first learning english way back when! the fandom has long since shifted to more gen-centric fields than in my days (and with a lot less interaction with the character i imprinted on for the entirety of my preteens and teens, hi sam) and so i find it harder to stick with it for long, but every once in a while i'll poke my head in there to reread old faves or see what's up. still going strong with the dissection fic genre? fucking superb, you funky little phandom. keep going, i love you.

2 - Hyouka, my beloved. it's one of those cozy little animes i keep coming back to, and there's quite a few jewels on the archive too! hits that perfect sense of nostalgia with a bright outlook and more than a dash of character growth, i especially love rewatching the final arc because the characters are so much more at ease with themselves and you really can tell.

3 - Petshop of Horrors, to the surprise of absolutely no-one 😂 no, i will not elaborate, i already do enough of that on my entire blog!

4 - Howl's Moving Castle, which is only one of my top 3 books of all time (and i do mean books!!! miss me with the ghibli movie other than howl's blond design!!!). believe it or not, i only got into hmc after i started going by howl, which was, uh. interesting. when i tried joining a server for it.

5 - Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun! i'm fairly bummed that the fandom nearly disappeared over the years, because it just keeps getting better. one of those mangas that legitimately make you laugh out loud and it's not an exaggeration, i've made some worrying noises while reading it.

6 - Tomb Raider. okay, time to admit it. i'm half a poser here. i was a huge fan of the original top cow comic run as a teen, and loved the 2013 game to death (everything else that derived from it - vikander's movie, the sequels, and comics - not so much 😬; the animation released this year wasn't bad though, but suffered in coming after the sequels i think), and have played a variety of more recent-ish stuff, but i'm woefully lacking in having played the og games despite og lara being my fave. i got a remaster of the first three for myself to play this christmas so i'm working on fixing it though!

7 - W.I.T.C.H. comics. don't look at me. i'm still forever bitter that child me didn't buy all possible merch available before it stopped being a thing! what do you mean i wasn't financially independent. also do not speak to me of the animation either, i hate that it's the first thing people think about when i mention w.i.t.c.h. despite having hugely different plots and characterizations 😭

8 - Codename: Kids Next Door. i'm no longer... really a part of it? especially since i can't bring myself to read fic for that fandom anymore, but i'm still hopelessly squishy about it and i was SO excited about the G:KND announcement before our hopes got blown to smithereens rip

9 - Barbie Animated Movies. no i can't just pick one!!!! though the 2001-2009 and 2015-2016 eras are the best. and i do have to specify it's only the animated ones, terribly sorry but i highly disliked the Robbie/Gretwig one in all matters but aesthetic.

10 - Alien and/or Alien vs Predator. took me forever to decide on a last fandom so just here. take it. ignore the guilty tears as i pretend not to see my other fandoms looking at me resentfully as they're excluded from the list.

Tagged by the fantastic @nemainofthewater, thank you so much!! i hope you don't mind that i did it under this blog instead since i have an organizational tag for those here!

tagging! @junemermaid @arkhangelske @produdfctititty @sunriseverse @snorlaxlovesme

@a-memory-a-distant-echo @where-the-water-flows @dying-suffering-french-stalkers @booksfoodmusic-minion @awishturnedwell and whoever else wants to do this!

[sepelios]

[ ruth negga, demi-woman, she/they ] look who just landed! GRACE ASEFA, i sure hope you packed all you need. perhaps you’re not worried as BOSS of THE ISLES / INDEPENDENT MECHANIC for UNAFFILIATED. the city has plenty of spots for a 40 year old CYBORG like you. you’ll be known in the city soon enough as THE CATALYST, being DEDICATED and VENGEFUL.

BASICS

full name: grace asefa

nicknames: g, gracie

date of birth: 21st august, 2365

gender: demi-woman

pronouns: she / they

sexual orientation: pansexual

romantic orientation: panromantic

current age: forty

modification: cyborg

affiliation: the isles

birthplace: akumu, new jakarta (mars)

current neighbourhood: mawar

occupation: boss of the isles / mechanic and owner of venus mechanics

known languages: english, oromo, japanese, indonesian

PERSONALITY

positive traits: dedicated, adaptable, witty, resourceful

neutral traits: protective, decisive, energetic, quick thinker

negative traits: vengeful, blunt, reckless, stubborn

peeves: people staring at a screen during a conversation, pessimism, fence-sitters, bragging

fears: restrictions of freedom, losing someone

skills: leadership, creative thinking, good with their hands, public speaking

goals: causing as many problems for the upper classes as possible

APPEARANCE

faceclaim: ruth negga

height: 5’5”

eye colour: dark brown

hair colour: black

clothing: practical and comfortable — jumpsuits, work pants, shirts, leather jackets, boots, all usually in darker colours and showing varying degrees of wear

jewellery: silver studs and various hoops, silver ring on her right middle finger

tattoos: various, including cyber sigilism on the backs of both forearms, a floral piece on her ribcage, a spider on her left knee

marks/scars: scar on her left side under her ribs where she was once stabbed

modifications: rebuilt knee using muscle weave and titanium bone, energy implant, recorder unit, enhanced hearing, cybernetic hand with tool features

scent: leather, black pepper, birch

INSPIRATIONS

quote: "hope is an axe you break down doors with."

label: the catalyst — a person or thing that precipitates an event

tropes: benevolent boss; well-intentioned extremist; the strategist; bruiser with a soft centre; deadpan snarker; not so above it all

parallels: nairobi (money heist); danny ocean (ocean's eleven); ellen ripley (alien); amanita caplan (sense8); rosa diaz (brooklyn nine nine)

song: bite back — fever 333

FAVOURITES

likes: arguing, any activity that allows them to use their hands, spicy food, burning hot showers, disrespecting authority figures, road trips

dislikes: wide open spaces, politicians, theatre, passive aggression, complaining without action, social media, staying sedentary for too long

hobbies: yoga, multitasking, breaking things, fixing things

habits: humming to herself, existing on very little sleep, drumming her fingers on various surfaces, tugging on their earlobe when worried

cherished item: a set of her father's old tools

SUMMARY

tbc

[denimbex1986]

'28 Days Later, the apocalyptic zombie film which gave Cillian Murphy his breakout role, opens and closes with two near-identical scenes. Both moments find Jim, played by Murphy, scared, injured and confused, the camera pressed hard to his face as he tries to decipher the situation in which he finds himself. These bookends, while framed in a similar fashion, present two very different people; the Jim blissfully unaware of the zombie apocalypse gripping his world, and the Jim who’s just pressed a man’s eyeballs out with his thumbs to save his only friends and companions. A man who did what had to be done.

Throughout his career, the latter is the Murphy we have become familiar with. In almost every role he takes on, Murphy has an inherent control over his environment. Whether he is a mob boss, Irish revolutionary, Gotham’s least Hippocratic psychiatrist, or a world-changing nuclear physicist, he is preternaturally competent, a stoic statue of proficiency, a man who does what’s needed. Jim isn’t any of those things when we first meet him, but he learns fast.

As we enter a summer in which Murphy is set to headline one of the biggest movies of the year, it is important to remember how anonymous he was when he was cast in Danny Boyle’s zombie thriller. Up to that point, the 26-year-old Cork-born actor had mostly bounced around British and Irish theater, before starring in Disco Pigs – a strange, dark little movie adapted from the Edna Walsh play he had also performed in. That said, it’s not hard to understand what Boyle and subsequent directors saw in the young actor. As if his piercing blue eyes and Roman bust of a face weren’t enough, Murphy has the kind of quiet, understated power that allows for both projection and unknowability.

“Cillian has this extraordinary empathetic ability to carry an audience into a thought process. He projects an intelligence that allows the audience to feel that they understand the character and see layers of meaning,” said Christopher Nolan to Rolling Stone earlier this year. It’s something that Nolan has exploited in different ways throughout their many collaborations. Hot off the success of 28 Days Later, Nolan brought Murphy in to test for the lead role in his new Batman trilogy – a role that would eventually go to Christian Bale. Regardless, Nolan wanted Murphy involved, instead casting him as one of Bale’s earliest nemeses, Dr. Jonathan Crane, or Scarecrow, a psychiatrist unafraid to explore unconventional modes of diagnosis and treatment. There’s something to be said about the fact that even as a comic book villain – a notoriously insecure profession – Murphy’s Scarecrow remains a thread that runs through the Nolan Batman trilogy, an adaptable, steady hand in a world of Jokers.

It’s a role Murphy takes on again and again throughout his career, that of the consummate professional, even as circumstances around him continue to heighten. A year after the release of Batman Begins, Murphy appeared in Ken Loach’s The Wind That Shakes The Barley, a story set a bit closer to home than Gotham City. In it, he plays Damien O’Donovan, a fictional Irish Republican Army soldier fighting for Irish independence in the 1920s. It’s a dense, historically-minded film in which the chaos and violence of the time is placed at the fore, and individual character, at times, is given short shrift.

Murphy’s O’Donovan is the exception – a young man believable as both the bookish, London-bound doctor and the ruthless military leader. It’s his moral anguish, and constant refusal to let it stand in the way of his goals, that give the film momentum and pathos even in the face of its moments of history book density.

Much of what he does in The Wind That Shakes The Barley can be seen as the blueprint for what, to this point, is perhaps Murphy’s most notable role. Thomas Shelby, the leader of the titular criminal enterprise at the center of Peaky Blinders, is defined by both internalized anguish and ruthless acumen. Like many a television anti-hero before and after, Shelby is haunted, by both the trauma he faced during the First World War and the violent lengths he must go to keep his family atop the pecking order in 1920s Birmingham. For much of the series, this trauma is beneath the surface, an anger that simmers from the corners of those wide eyes but never makes its way to the rest of the face. When it does escape that stoic stare, it is violent and terrifying, a drastic inversion of the control he so easily displays.

It’s this line of performance that makes his broken and shell-shocked turn in 2017’s Dunkirk all the more affecting. Nolan’s characteristic manipulation of time has us meet Murphy’s unnamed “shivering soldier” only after the events that have led him to near catatonia. When Mark Rylance’s civilian sailor and his son find Murphy he looks the part of a competent officer, one who should be raring for a fight, but instead his all frayed nerves, pure trauma with none of the facade that Murphy typically wears so well.

This brings us back to 28 Days Later. When we meet Jim he could not be more vulnerable. Stark naked, alone and afraid, he awakens unaware of the virus that has revaged the United Kingdom, and survives only thanks to a few straggling survivors, led by Naomie Harris’s headstrong and resourceful chemist Selena. Today, it’s not hard to picture Murphy as the knowing leader ushering the powerless through apocalyptic terror, but here he is all but ineffectual, a bicycle messenger who lost his whole family and nearly everyone he has ever met. “Help Selena! Wait, Selena!” yells Jim as he hobbles up the stairs away from the infected whose red eyes and snarled teeth close in on him. As the audience surrogate, Murphy spends much of 28 Days Later learning and adapting as best he can, but he is almost always one step behind the action, never in control.

That is, until the film’s climax, when his naivety and relative peacefulness is wrenched away by twisted humanity that threatens his only remaining companions. Caked in blood and straddling a would-be rapist, Jim is no longer wide-eyed, but hardened and callous. It’s in these final moments where we meet the Murphy who has graced our screens ever since: a man whose hope is always tempered by anguish, but who can be rellied upon to do what has to be done all the same.'

[malhare-archive]

(o ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷ )o Raul and Rotface?

Raul Tejada

Sexuality Headcanon: HE'S BISEXUAL I JUST KNOW IT

Gender Headcanon: N/A (cis man alert)

A ship I have with said character: I think it's really cute when people ship their Courier with him!! <3

A BROTP I have with said character: Him and my courier Rowan B^)

A NOTP I have with said character: N/A

A random headcanon: He's more of an animal person than a people person. He really misses living on a ranch and taking care of animals all day, he especially misses horseback riding

General Opinion over said character: I love Raul so much, he's my favorite New Vegas companion 🫶 He has so much personality, I love that he's simultaneously needy (guilt tripping the Courier for sending him away or leaving him anywhere pffft) but also a total smart ass. AND HE'S VOICED BY DANNY TREJO, I MEAN C'MON

Rotface

Sexuality Headcanon: Definitely gay

Gender Headcanon: N/A

A ship I have with said character: N/A

A BROTP I have with said character: Once again, him and Rowan!! Rowan already knows it's smart to befriend the local vagrants, he gets a lot of useful info from Rotface and even after Rowan establishes an independent Vegas Rotface is still his eyes and ears regarding anything that happens in Freeside.

A NOTP I have with said character: N/A

A random headcanon: He's old, but still a post-war ghoul. He was a drifter and wanderer for years before finally settling in Freeside, he likes it there because it's safer than the wastes but still lively and interesting enough to just sit around and observe

General Opinion over said character: I LOVE ROTFACE he's one of my favorite more obscure npcs, I always listen to every single line of dialogue he has (which I think is like 30 lines?). This quote in particular always cracks me up:

ALSO IF YOU ASK,"Are you soliciting me?" when you first meet him he replies,"Ha ha ha, oh that's rich. You're not exactly my type, no offense." He's so funny 😭

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

For both: 🎶Do they have a type? 😡What are their deal breakers? 👫Do they display affection in public? What about in private?

✧ ── 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

ℝ𝕆𝔹𝕀ℕ 𝔸. 𝔹𝔸𝕌𝔻𝔼𝕃𝔸𝕀ℝ𝔼

🎶Do they have a type?

── I genuinely do not think it is any suprise when I say that Robin is attracted to less-than-ideal people in terms of the standards of the general populice. Robin is attracted to people he finds interesting and 98% of the time that means they're most likely willing to do some bizarre or messed up shit. His two ships both have people like this involved, Danny Johnson being a journalist serial killer who delights in bringing misery just so he can spice up "boring lives", and Vladimir vol Kalah Heigaari being a batshit hemomancer who's like 4000 years old and maybe a single step from a god. Robin searches not only for strange, and dangerous, quirks - but he's also very aware that he needs a partner who will encourage him and his pursuits; someone to stick beside him always. His time in Zaun (and wherever he was equivalent to Zaun in other verses) taught him to be resilient and to guard his heart from almost everyone around him - figuratively and literally - he does not trust easy. When that trust is forged it is on purpose and a calculated risk he decides to take for his lover - its a great depth that he could easily drown in - and he expects that same loyalty and vulnerability in return. It creates an amazingly deep connection for the relationships he DOES have. In terms of physical - Robin legitimately could not care less as long as they bathe.

😡What are their deal breakers?

── Robin is the most important person in his life; anything that will abuse him (mentally or physically) is an automatic "no" and he will leave without worry. Following off of this he has a very troubling relationship with his own autonomy after making the deal with Abel - and he is extremely protective of it. If a lover were to threaten that independence I imagine he would make quick work of removing himself from the situation; he wil be no one's slave. Robin will also accept no form of infidelity; once it happens its over - they will no longer be his problem or his lover since they have obviously chosen to unionize with another.

👫Do they display affection in public? What about in private?

── Once Robin is used to being able to touch someone his body reveals that he's been touch starved since before he even died - and now its all layering up and results in Robin being ridiculously clingy and physically touchy. If he can hold his lovers hand, he can - he spends nearly every break in modern verse with Danny - and is happy to carry Vladimir in his bat form too. Although I suppose this is moreso fine around strangers, he's a bit more hesitant around professional settings and around people he actually knows. In private he won't stop touching and being near his partner, I'm so sorry but also not really - he will stick to his partner until he smells like them. He is touch starved and loves kisses, hugs, snuggles - and its stupidly sweet given his usual pragmastism.

ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕌𝕂𝕆 ℕ𝔸𝕂𝔸𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔼

🎶Do they have a type?

── Haruko is a relatively normal person and he has pretty basic needs when it comes to the people he enjoys; honest, mature, and affectionate - he isn't asking a lot like Robin. Granted this doesn't mean at all that Haru is interested in a lot of people, it takes him time to actually care about someone enough to even want to sleep with them. This may seem a bit off course since he did have a few flings - but going into a deeper relationship with him takes time despite the simple desires he has. He also, despite his own preening, doesn't particularly care what his partner looks like - their features will become attractive to him the closer he gets. He's just very lucky that Tarhos has such pretty eyes and is like - a foot taller than him. Ok. Maybe he likes tall people.

😡What are their deal breakers?

── The obvious ones; no abuse, don't be a douchebag - that sort of stuff. But he also comes with an extremely large bag of trauma that focuses around his sexuality and sexual pleasure; in short he did not have a good time with a previous partner. That being said he is still learning how to actually love himself and if Tarhos, for some ... reason?, was ever pushing him or trying to coerce him when he wasn't in the mood - that would pretty much tank his opinion of his boyfriend. He also expects respect not only for HIMSELF but for his family - unlike Robin (in modern at least) he actually loves his family and holds them in very high regard. Disrespecting his sister and/or mother will result in him very quickly dropping his partner, he might be a bit more lenient with teasing Hina but his mom? No.

👫Do they display affection in public? What about in private?

── Oh yeah, Haru absolutely loves being kissy and gross in public with Tarhos - he doesn't care who's watching he loves his boyfriend and will happily show it. The issue is when Tarhos actively returns it or shows the same enthusiasm or flirtations; this drives Haru to become pretty flustered pretty fast. Its weird being a siren usually and then having your own pretty lines thrown right back. Between this and private not much actually changes; he will be a bit more inclined to lean into deeper and more vulnerable conversation though - he doesn't want the world to see him fold but he will happily do it for Tarhos.

[catohphm]

#13 for Cato and Danny? [ellie-e-marcovitz 😊]

Hi @ellie-e-marcovitz! Thanks for the ask! I'm gonna be answering this today cause I had other things going on last night.

Cato:

"Well you got me on this one! If I had enough galleons, that would put toward a memorial museum and park dedicated to all the lives lost during the Wizarding Wars. Honoring the victims of Voldemort's long reign of terror, I believe we should understand and be respectful that liberty has to be fought for. The dark lord was defeated because we all united against him and the Death Eaters for a common cause. Our goal was to restore peace and justice to the country. We won in the end, yet at a huge price. Those pure-blood supremacists were ruthless in their pursuit of power and control. They took many lives and we must remember those we lost. Not just those who fought against Voldemort and his army, but those who were claimed by their predation without a chance or means to defend themselves. I believe a museum would be the best means to accomplish that consideration. It would have to be somewhere out on in the country. Perhaps somewhere near Harry's birthplace in Godric's Hollow to pay homage to his rule in overthrowing Voldemort."

Danny:

"Nature was how I sought peace in early years. The outdoors was where felt free and safe from forces that would dare harm us. My father was a menace. The woods around my old childhood home in America was where I would escape his terror. Isaac, who is my little brother, went with me into the grove many times where we'd enjoy ourselves. We got into the habit of studying the local flora and fauna of both magical and mundane roots. I wrote it all down and drew sketches of them. Thoughts and ideas were free to flow into my mind and scribbled down at ease. Later I moved to England with my mom. She did not have the means to look after the both of us, but very thankfully Isaac ended up with a loving family and friends over at Illvermorny school. When I started at Hogwarts, I was amazed by the huge sprawling grounds the castle was built on. When nothing important was going on, I could go anywhere that was unrestricted. My outlook on life opened up and I embraced that with due opulence and prudence. Now to the question, I would have a summer home by the beach get built. Just watching the sun set over the horizon looking forward restless to the next day, it's where my appreciation for independence and freedom meets with my love of nature in a happy union. My brother and my found family - friends and loved ones - are always welcome to come to my doorstep where we can take it all in together.

[medicinemane]

Jesus fucking christ, so I just watched the original Beetlejuice (which upon rewatch I still think is a really good movie) and then I went to watch the new one cause I kinda heard it wasn't great but it was more of the same and... ok, sure I could go for that

It's not, it sucks. I'm 14 minutes in and... it's just awful

The cinematography is shit, like something about the lighting or the camera or something is wrong and so much worse than the first one. It just looks worse, and in part it's probably how crisp it is but... it just feels bad

The writing hasn't been at all good so far. Like the writing wasn't very good to start with, and then they get to the otherside and somehow it got significantly worse

To compare pretty one to one, in the first movie they look at this room of tormented souls and a janitor character comes over and says those are spirits that have been exorcised (poor bastards) and it's best to keep moving

In this one a guy randomly falls down a manhole and dies, for some reason winds up in that same hall, asks the janitor in French where to go, is begrudgingly told, the janitor mutters how he hates foreigners, goes and drinks cleaning supplies drooling them down his chin, then goes and has his floor buffer explode on a puddle

Do you get the total tonal difference?

Plus, then it goes into a Bee Gees song while this woman staples herself back together and that feels so... modern movie (and the cgi is just... awful on it... oh, it's almost like the practical effects of the original looked really good cause the lady that's sawn in half is clearly two people poking out from a couch with cleaver prop work to make it look good)

Like the original had Harry Belafonte songs and original music and that was pretty much it, and all the songs were either on the radio or being used during possessions to make people sing them

This... they just have a fucking song playing as something happens, and again... it just feels like modern schlock, the same crap repackaged with a different ip

Not to mention that the afterlife stuff feels at total odds with the way it was in the first one

Again, 14 minutes in and I dislike it enough I have to come bitch, doubtful I'll like it more later. I expected a like... 60% movie that I'd be like "well... it wasn't great but it was neat to see more Michael Keaton being a weirdo"... like the new Independence Day wasn't very good but I kinda like it anyway, I expect that

This is just bad, and Winona Ryder is doing great at recapturing her character but as an adult... but she's like... a ghost hunter scammer with an estranged kid? Way to Naruto that shit, everyone loves seeing characters they like be washed up failures, no one complains about that trope (for being lazy more than anything else)

Over time I've come to the conclusion Tim Burton sucks and slaps his name on better people's work... and I was worried seeing his name on it, but honestly the opening credits were good so I had hope

The opening credits do the same thing as the original but a new version and it worked... Danny Elfman at least didn't screw up and managed to do a new take on the old theme... it's not better or anything, but it feels like a remix that upped the stakes just a tiny bit... him and Winona Ryder are the only two who seem to understand the assignment so far (the mother made a return, but... her writing was so bad and her scene so short I can't really tell yet if she's doing just as good a job as before... she probably is)

Boo... boo, this is ass. This is worse than I ever would have thought based off what I'd heard

Expect me to really start skipping but also to complain more

(Oh, and then staple lady sucked the life out of the janitor, something we've never seen before, and he crumpled like a soda can... which looked stupid... just get Michael Keaton on screen and let him be weird, that's what I watched Birdman for, that's the only parts of Homecoming I watch... he's entertaining at being odd and that's the only thing I could see being good in this movie)

[voidswithinvoids]

Part V: The Wedding

On the morning of the wedding, Fiona woke up with back pain. She sat up in bed and expelled fiery breath out into the fresh morning air that was slipped through an open window. The weight of the days tasks felt heavy on her chest. Her bridesmaids were likely on their way to her house right now. She needed to shower and clean up the house a bit before everyone got here. There were special breakfasts to be made. Pancakes with homemade blueberry jam. Pour over coffees and bite sized quiches. Only the best for such a special day.

What if they were late? What if Beth forgot to bring the gluten-free pancake mix? So much to do and everything had to be done right. Why spend all of this money and then invite everyone, just to witness a disaster? She had gained a reputation for her organization, her drive. She was a girl boss, independent, a take-no-shit from anyone, badass. She could handle a wedding. She could handle the stress. It might make her happy. She hoped it would make her happy.

She couldn’t seem to remember if the dishes were done yesterday. Knowing Vic, she doubted he had even thought about cleaning anything before he left with his groomsmen late last night. She had been with him long enough to expect less. It was easier that way, she would be let down less that way. Add more to her plate was Vic’s favourite pass time. Marking down “dishes to be cleaned” to her mental checklist, she swung her feet out of bed and felt that stabbing back pain once more.

The engagement period had lasted longer than she was promised. Before Vic had proposed, he had said they’d be married within the year. It had been well over a year. Getting rescheduled over and over and she was always left getting her hopes up. For what? It was always something else with Vic. He always had a thing. A reason or an excuse for not doing the simplest of tasks. Obviously there was room for flexibility, but a woman had to wonder if she was really sought after when this man kept putting off the same damn things. Did he not understand how many men, and she knew this for a fact, would kill to be where he was. He lacked so much self awareness, it was infuriating sometimes.

The hot water was burning her skin a bit at this point. She had let her mind wander more than usual. Perhaps it was a luxury she thought could be afford to her on such a special day. Unfortunately, time refused to slow for her, unlike the way it always did for Vic. She turned the shower off and felt that stabbing pain as she reached for her towel. She heard the doorbell chime and thought about old wedding bells and the way her guests would throw rice up in the air in just a handful of hours and thought perhaps she wasn’t quite ready.

What was strange to Fiona about Vic was that he was more of the romantic out of the two of them. He had planned out elaborate dates and seemed really intentional in the beginning of their relationship. Where had that gone? That spontaneousness. The energy from their first kiss. Why on earth did it seem like marrying her was the worst thing in the world now? All she saw of Vic was his sadness. He had become a blob of complaints and tears. It drove her crazy when she would say one little thing and he would collapse into himself. More often she would compare him to Danny. She would say to herself, “Even though Danny was a jerk, at least he had the balls to fight back when someone challenged him.” For Fiona, Vic’s emotions were alarmingly unnatural. She was all for men being sensitive, but Vic was nearly insufferable.

Her hand stalled on the front door for a moment before opening it. She took a deep breath. Reminded herself to smile. It was her wedding day. She should be happy. She told herself to be happy. And after repeating her mantra twice, she greeted Beth with an over the top scream of excitement.

The two of them made their way through the house and Fiona began to cringe with the heighten awareness one gets when hosting a guest. She noticed pairs of dirty socks that were shoved between the couch cushions. A frozen pizza box the dog must have pulled from the recycling pile and now looked like wet shredded cardboard. Two beer cans were knocked over on the tv stand with a small waterfall spilling from one on to the hardwood. It smelt of boys. Boys who did not care about whose house this was. Boys who did not know how to be clean and tidy. Boys who slap each other in spells of violence and knock over precious vases and lamps. Boys who apparently hated her and knew every which way to disrespect her on her wedding day.

She saw Beth noting all the little messes even while maintaining a polite composure. Fiona thought of how pristine Beth kept her house the last time she was there. Lavender scented candles and perfectly displayed fruit bowls. It was like visiting the museum of perfect living. Of course Beth’s partner actually cleaned up and was capable of simple adult tasks. Vic was apparently still a child. She wanted to explain to Beth that it wasn’t her fault. That she usually kept the space so clean and everything had just gotten so busy with the wedding. Her face was hot with embarrassment, searching for words that would remove the overwhelming humiliation.

“Ugh, I know. The house is a mess. I went to bed early yesterday night and Vic had his groomsmen over. I think maybe they got drunk or something and.. I don’t know. They are disgusting. Honestly, Vic should have known better. When he’s around his friends it’s like no one else matters. Suddenly it’s all about whatever is going to make people like him. He can be such a pushover sometimes. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s honestly inexcusable that he’s now subjected you to this mess. Trust me, we’re going to have a long talk about this later, I don’t care that it was the night before-“

Fiona trailed off as she stopped in the doorway of the kitchen. A horrific scene unfolded. One might have thought an actual natural disaster had occurred and was miraculously encapsulated so perfectly within those four walls. Or perhaps it would be more helpful if one were to imagine the way animated films pan around a messy kitchen with unfathomable amounts of dishes towering from the counters. Each dish covered in dark sludge and teetering with terrible imbalance. It doesn’t really matter how bad the kitchen actually looked. All that mattered was how it broke Fiona on the morning of her wedding day.

The day moved on as it needed to. The sun rode its hot chariot through the sky and pinks turned to peach and peach turned to wondrous sky blues. Breakfast was made and small fruits were picked at by cheap plastic forks and many of them were thrown away in waste. Hair was washed and curled and the make up artist arrived 20 minutes late because of traffic. Time still moved and puffy white clouds began to form around the chariots usual route. The car ride over was filled with stress about catering and what Fiona’s mom might say about her dress.

It seemed to her the day never got better. She took pictures with her wedding party and smiled when the camera was pointed at her. It was her special day. If she let it all get to her today of all days… no. That couldn’t happen. She shoved it down and repeated her mantra. She practiced over and over her cheerful smile. She couldn’t remember smiling feeling so miserable. And every photo had her wincing from that stabbing back pain.

It frustrated her that she wasn’t happy. She had been to friends’ weddings and the bride always had this glow. That wonderful glow that felt like love. True love. The kind of bullshit that Vic wrote about in letters to her. Why did they get that glow and not her? Did she not deserve it? Did she not do enough? Weddings are suppose to be happy. Why was she so miserable.

The photographer had asked for the bride and groom to exchange vows privately in an old barn. They had said it made for good photos and would be cute as a first look. When Fiona had told Vic about this plan he pointed out how neither of them had ever stepped foot in a barn before and that it felt inauthentic. It was a minor fight, and Vic quickly apologized as usual. Why did he always need to make things difficult for her?

Fiona stood as a silhouette in the open square of the barn. She clenched the folded letter in her fist waiting for the photographer to send her in. She had one of those rare moments one gets during their wedding where you find yourself all alone in a big fluffy dress in front of farming tools, wet hay, and rotting wood. The scene felt bizarre to her. The wedding felt bizarre. Why was she doing this? Who was it all for? It certainly was not for her. Was it for Vic? She thought about the tradition of marriage. Was she giving herself to be his eternal possession? Was she giving herself away? Perhaps a wedding is much like a funeral, the last day a woman holds for her self. Nothing going forward would ever be for her ever again. Was it all over? Her life? Her dreams? It was ending in complete and utter anticlimactic misery.

No, it wasn’t just for Vic. It was for her mom. Her mom who believed so deeply that she would end up all alone with no one. As if there was nothing worse in this life than being single. How much happiness had she really experienced with any of the men she’d been with. Sure, Vic cared about her and had sweet words for her. But most of those words felt empty. And god, he couldn’t even clean up after himself. He left that disgusting kitchen in spite of her. Or perhaps worse was his incompetence. This wedding was not for her. Of course, that’s why she was miserable. But some epiphanies come too late. It had already begun. There was no reality where she was ready to face the embarrassment of canceling her wedding with guests already finding their seats. No. She would have to go through with it for now. But she vowed in that moment to not truly give away herself. She would keep her self and hold on to her so close. She would love and embrace the parts of her that others found broken. Her wedding would not be her end.

A signal was made and those papery vows were spoken with golden light streaming through the crumbling roof. Vic looked nervous. He was dressed in a heavy suit and his tie looked a bit rustled with multiple frustrated attempts. Tears wet the cursive markings he had written for her and she spoke with the pain of promising beautiful things that could never be.

The wedding ceremony commenced and finished within twenty or so minutes. The afterward reception was busy and frantic. Things went wrong and Fiona fixed them. Vic enjoyed himself and drank and looked dumbly in love in every photograph taken. His face showed the kind of love that wasn’t rooted in anything but romance itself. Intoxicated by the lovely words and alluring sways of the first dance. Speeches were made by both Julian and Leo. Vic sat with his face buried in his hands shaking with tears at the beauty of their words. He had a look of found affirmation that warmed his worn out heart. Beth sang a song that left Fiona with a beautiful sorrow dangling within her chest.

And time still moved and moved and never relented until the sun found its final destination of the day behind the dark purple hills in the west. People danced and smiled and laughed and took photos with them and gave bad marriage advice and asked about children. And then it was over. That great big day. That dream from childhood of white dresses and pink cakes. It was all done and Fiona watched as family and friends packed up folding tables and decorations were taken down. She hugged her aunts and uncles and gave airplane rides to her niece who said she looked liked the princess from the movie Frozen.

And then it was quiet again. A whole day had happened and now it was over. An empty bed sat waiting in that quiet dark room. Hotel bleached for newly weds on their wedding night. She did not pause at the hotel door handle like she had done in the morning. Her mantra had failed her. She felt so tired and broken. She needed to get out of the wedding dress. If she could only get out of the dress perhaps she would see that her self was, in fact, still intact underneath. That she was just playing wedding day like she did when she was a kid, and now it was time for bed and the costumes needed to be hung up to be played with some other time.

She ran the shower for the second time that day. As she stepped in she heard Vic bumping the walls with their luggage. He grumbled something about a wheel getting stuck and then tossed the bags in the corner. She heard him collapse onto the bed. Only then did it dawn on her that it was the wedding night. The night when man and woman had sex. Consummated the marriage. But how could she? She had made empty promises today. Perhaps he fell asleep on that bed and the whole thing would be avoided. Would she really be expected to have sex with him? What a disgusting expectation.

“I suppose men get off on fucking their new gained possession..” she muttered to herself as the water burnt her skin once again.

She quietly opened the shower door and wrapped herself tightly in a towel. Her face in the mirror looked puffy. The hot water had made her cheeks rosy and she thought about how red Vic’s cheeks were that first bus ride years ago. A flicker of warmth pulsed in her for only a moment as she moved into the bedroom.

She turned the corner to find Vic still awake. His wedding clothes were thrown off and scattered across the floor. He was there waiting for her. He was smiling. He was excited. It looked like he was likely naked under all those blankets. He just kept smiling with those twinkling blue eyes. And then he moved his hand towards the night table lamp and shut off the light.

Fiona waited in that darkness for a long time. She stood there and watched Vic’s dark figure sit up in the bed waiting. No one said anything. And then she moved towards her side of the bed and laid down on top of the blanket. And in this darkness they lay. She stared at the little red light that beamed from the smoke detector. It was so beady and perfectly distracting. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it. So she kept watching it as she began to speak.

“You left a mess for me this morning.” She said with an empty voice. “You left a huge fucking mess. It embarrassed me. Beth didn’t know what to say. She thinks I could have done so much better than you. You treat me like shit. You make me feel like I don’t deserve to be taken care of. To be treated with the care that I give you. I don’t understand. I do so much for you. Why can’t you just do the same for me. It’s always the same problems. It’s always the same fight with you. I keep asking you to do better and you never do. You just cry and cry and apologize and cry some more. It’s pathetic really. It’s shameful. You should be ashamed. You know that right? I put so much work into this day and you didn’t think twice about maybe just keeping the house clean for me on a once in a lifetime special day like my wedding day. Jesus fucking Christ, Vic!”

Her voice grew more venomous as she spoke. A mountain of pain that was stored up within her was now being released in a fury.

“You don’t love me. This is not what love is. If you loved me you would do better. You would want to marry me. I think maybe you loved me once but no, not anymore. You love the idea of me. You’re scared of being alone. You don’t love me. It was all a trick and now we’re married. You thought if we got married then you’d never have to be alone? You’re a coward. You always have been. You’re no man. You’re some non person that does non activities and has no friends. Why the fuck did we get married? Can you tell me? Why did we get married?”

And in that darkness the two of them lay together on their wedding bed without consummating the marriage. The moon light peeked behind the thick hotel curtains and hummed its pale blue glow into the corners of the room. And there was weeping. Terrible breathless crying. But it was not from Vic. It was Fiona who cried that night. She cried for hours. It sounded staggered and painful, and she rocked herself as she cried. Her back ached with twisted knots that pierced with every movement. When Vic eventually moved himself in that darkness to comfort her, Fiona shoved him away violently. She began to mutter to herself, “I will not lose myself. I will not lose myself. I will not lose..my.. self..”

[pransesdp]

How about Tucker's headcannon?

Headcanon A:  realistic

Carrying too big of a fur dander allergy to have a pet like a dog or cat, Tuck would settle on having his own tortoise companion once he becomes more independent in life (*at first naming him "Tucker Jr" (for obv. reasons)... until he ends up randomly finding eggs in the pen one day, prompting a quick rename of "TJ" for simplicity's sake*)

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

While Danny definitely becomes the more bulky/"buff" one of the trio as adults, Tuck would ironically end up beating him in the height department by a good few inches (which Danny will never not be salty about whenever the three look back at old yearbook photos).

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Tucker was born as a preemie baby, and for many years was in & out of the hospital from how constantly sickly/accident-prone he was. Though his body eventually got strong enough that he didn't need to see the doctor as much anymore, he still carried a big fear of hospitals from then on (up until the events of S2 "Doctor's Disorders")

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Becoming Amity Park's mayor was just a random fever-dream Tuck had from eating too many Nasty Burgers one night... and so inevitably he settles on a more "reasonable" aspiration in setting up his own tech shop in the far future 👍