#daniel sharpe

[pumpkin-spice-whump]

Reap the Harvest - Part 5

I wrote something!!! kind of a chaos post but i wrote and posted something!!!

CWs: idrk how to cw this... prison setting, arrest, classism and essential slavery of a fantasy race. idk if you think of smth lmk

Masterlist

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Rayleigh wrung her hands, pacing back and forth in their small living room. “Their shift only went to three, Dan,” she said. “Where are they?”

The digital clock on the wall read four fifteen. Colin and Bridger left early that morning, Colin was excited to be out of the house after his first major harvest. Bridger was begrudging, as he always was. It broke Rayleigh’s heart to see her son hating every day because of his job… but what could she do? She had applied many times to get it changed, but it was always refused.

“Daniel?”

“I don’t know!” he shouted. He put his hand over his mouth, looking at their front door where they knew the camera in the hallway could hear him. 

That’s how they did it at Rockmire Hills. They had the illusion of protection with their own apartments they could have ‘privacy’ in, all while the cameras and guards were just outside ready to reprimand them for any infraction.

“I don’t know, Rayleigh,” Daniel said, quieter. “Listen, maybe… maybe there was an emergency harvest and the boys had to cover for someone. Or - or stay late. There’s no reason to panic now when we don’t know everything. Alright? So let’s just sit and wait for some news.”

But Rayleigh knew it wasn’t that. She could feel it, deep in her bones. She didn’t immediately panic, those were her first thoughts too, but it had been over an hour! It wouldn’t take them an hour to clean an extra room or do an extra shift. Not when there’s two of them.

Rayleigh was their mother. She knew something wasn’t right.

But she nodded anyway, giving her husband a wobbly smile and a tight hug. There was nothing she could do either way.

The knock on the door came not even ten minutes later.

A guard stood in the hallway, baton and handcuffs on his belt. Even with his hands clasped in front of him, the sight of the weapons made Rayleigh nervous. Daniel put a hand on Rayleigh’s shoulder.

“Yes?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Sharpe?”

Rayleigh felt her stomach drop to the floor. “Yes,” she whispered.

“It’s my duty to tell you that your sons Bridger and Colin Sharpe have been taken into the custody of the Rockmire Hills Law Enforcement.”

Rayleigh let out a strangled dry sob before putting her hand over her mouth. The guard gave her a disgusted look.

“For what?” Daniel asked, tightening his grip on his wife’s shoulder. “What have they done?”

“That’s classified.”

“Can we see them?”

“It’s not permitted. They may be transferred out of Rockmire Hills in the coming days.”

“What?!” Rayleigh felt tears of anger and fear fall down her face. “What do you mean they’ll be transferred?!”

“That’s all the information I have. You can call the Law Enforcement offices tomorrow and get more information.”

And then he left. He came to their house and told them the worst news they had ever had in their lives and then left, just like that. It meant nothing to him.

Rayleigh closed the door and dell into her husbands arms, sobbing. “Where will they take them?” she wept. “What did they do?!”

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Okay so Colin messed up. He knew that now. Well, he got the message when the doors locked them in OR and Bridger went near catatonic.

Bridger had asked him, What have you done? and Colin didn’t really know how to respond in that moment. It was when the guards came in the OR and took them both away in handcuffs that Colin knew Oh I royally effed up, that’s what I did.

So now he and Bridger were sitting side by side in the cell in the Law Enforcement Office of Rockmire Hills. Everyone in the office was human, no Crops, and Colin could feel their hateful stares without even having to look up.

The worst part was that they were still handcuffed. In the cell. What was the point of that?

“Hey,” Colin whispered, “Bridge.”

Bridger was leaned back against the wall behind them, eyes closed and jaw tight. He knew what was happening right now, and Colin needed to know. It was bad, he knew that much.

“Bridge, what’s going on? Why are we here?”

“Quiet!” the guard outside yelled. 

Bridger flinched, smacking his head against the wall. He sighed and leaned forward instead, awkwardly since his hands were trapped behind himself. Colin scooted closer and leaned forward too.

“What’s going on? Is it because of what I said?”

“Of course it is!” Bridger hissed. He nervously glanced at the guard posted outside but he either didn’t hear or didn’t care. “Colin I told you. You can’t say things like that. They can hear you.”

“So? I mean, I knew that but I didn’t think--”

“No. You didn’t. Look the facility isn’t how you think it is. Not everything is meant to be good for us.”

Yeah, he got that. But why? “What’s the point?”

Bridger sighed and looked Colin in the eyes. Had he always looked so tired, or was it just because they were arrested for seemingly no reason?

“Have you ever tried to fight back?” Bridger asked, so quiet Colin almost didn’t hear him.

“No. I haven’t.”

“It’s never even crossed your mind right? They don’t want it to.”

“Who doesn’t?”

“The guards. The doctors, the Administration. Humans don’t want it to cross our minds. We’re the only reason a lot of them are alive. They can’t have us leave. So they make it impossible.”

Colin’s eyebrows furrowed. “Impossible? How?”

“Where are we Colin? Right now. Tell me where we are.”

“Yeah okay I get it.” He sighed and leaned back, staring at the camera in the corner of the cell. Actually there was a camera in two corners. Great.

He’d never fought back. Bridger was right, the thought had never crossed his mind. Colin had tried and tried to convince himself that he enjoyed what he was doing, that it was heroic and made him a better person. For the most part he’d succeeded because he did know that being a Crop helped people.

Why did he think that they could leave if they wanted? That they could just opt out of all they were meant for? Outside of Harvest Facilities, Crops meant nothing. Someone like Colin? He’d be totally and completely worthless out there.

But how was he supposed to know that the thoughts weren’t even allowed?

The office doors opened and none other than the Administrator herself walked in.

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Bridger had met the Administrator once, just like most other Crops, when he graduated from school. Just a quick handshake and a ‘Congratulations’ and he was on his way. It was exciting at the time. She helped run every single thing in Rockmire Hills, which held tens of thousands of Crops. It was one of the biggest Facilities in the country, so it was not a light job to take on.

Yet she never showed a single indication that it stressed her in the slightest.

She walked into the office, smiling and greeting the guards and officers like they were old friends. Her short heels clacked loudly against the floor, demanding her presence be known.

Bridger stood up immediately, and Colin followed soon after, head lowered and eyebrows furrowed.

“Ah, these are the little troublemakers?” she asked. Her voice sounded warm. It scared Bridger.

“Yes, Madam. Bridger and Colin Sharpe,” the guard answered.

“Which one’s which?”

Bridger lifted his gaze to see the woman standing before them was staring he and his brother down, expecting them to answer. He cleared his throat. “I’m Bridger, Madam. My brother is Colin.”

To Bridger’s surprise, Colin kept his head down, just nodding to the Administrator. Maybe he was learning a thing or two about respect. A little late, but still.

“Nice to meet you two. Can we uncuff them please? I don’t want to talk to them while they’re tied up like animals.”

Bridger breathed a sigh of relief when they were finally uncuffed. Maybe she’ll help us. This will be good for us.

The Administrator brought in a chair and gestured for the brothers to sit, doing the same. She crossed her legs, sighing and shaking her head good-naturedly.

“So, Sharpes, I understand that you have been saying some pretty disturbing things today. What exactly is this about?”

They both stayed quiet. Bridger cleared his throat again, wiping his hands on his pants and glancing up at the Administrator.

“Nothing really,” he said quietly. “Just a misunderstanding Colin had. It won’t happen again, I’ll make sure of it.”

She smiled. “This is your second offense, Bridger. No?”

He swallowed, the weight of Colin’s stare heavy against him. “That’s correct, Madam.”

“And now your brother is following in your footsteps. Not really a good dynamic to have. Don’t you think?”

“Excuse me--”

No, shut up!

“What do you mean this is Bridger’s second offense? What did he do?”

The Administrator raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. “You hadn’t heard? Well it’s good to know your brother can follow some rules. Let’s just say this wasn’t his first thought of insurrection.”

“Insurrection?”

“It’s not important right now, Colin --”

“I’d say it is,” the Administrator interrupted. “I’d say it’s important and very very concerning. A first offense is rare and upsetting enough, but a second? And getting your brother involved too? Extremely concerning, Bridger Sharpe.”

“I’m sorry, Madam.” Bridger’s blood pressure wouldn’t stop rising. He thought he would pass out. Or throw up. Or both. He wanted to go home. “I -- I promise this will never happen again.”

“No. It won’t.” The smile didn’t fall from her face, the warm tone never turned cold and calculating like Bridger thought it would. She stayed cheerful and welcoming and understanding. It was sickening. “You need to understand why we don’t tolerate these things. We cannot have Crops with your … ideals tainting the culture here at Rockmire Hills. Such a thing is just unacceptable. Do you understand?”

Bridger felt himself nod. Colin shook his head.

“Well. You’re officially under arrest. You’ll be booked and charged. And…” she turned to the guard behind her. “I’m so sorry your name has escaped me.”

“Henson, Madam.”

“Of course. Forgive me. Henson here will take you two to the basement until more long term plans are made.”

They sat in stunned silence. They were being charged? Taken away? What was the basement? What did she mean long term plans?!

The guard - Henson - walked into the cell and began to cuff them again.

“What - what about our parents?” Colin asked as his arms were wrenched behind him. “We’re all they have.”

“Oh.” She brought her hand up to her chin and stared off as if in deep thought. “I suppose they’ll just have to live with the disappointment.”

Bridger had never seen such fear in Colin’s eyes.

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[fascinationstreetmp3]

I have what you're looking for. High quality. Befitting a man of my tastes. I have a room over on Divisadero, not too far a walk.

[dykesynthezoid]

The thing about Armand’s gentleness in 2x05 is yeah Daniel literally offered to suck his dick out of desperation earlier but. God. Daniel’s whole charade of using drugs as an excuse to have sex with men is like… presumably he’s only ever getting quick fucks while high or strung out. And with how many substances he’s often taking in those situations there’s honestly a chance he’s not even getting off half the time. It’s like… he’s chasing the motion of it, the high of just acting it out. Those experiences can’t possibly be really fulfilling or satiating. But he keeps chasing it anyway, bc it’s the only outlet he has for those impulses, that need.

And what he’s definitely not getting from men is affection. Guys aren’t stopping to pet his hair and rub his back after he blows them for coke. He probably doesn’t usually even get kissed. And if he has to justify his desire to have sex with men by seeing it as a transaction, there’s no way he’s even allowing himself to acknowledge he might also want affection from them. Bc that, well that’d be crazy.

Like yeah Daniel got almost murdered and then tortured for several days, but Louis and Armand also both gave him things he wouldn’t have been getting from his other interactions with men. Genuine companionship and emotional connection, and physical softness and affection. And after days of searching Daniel’s mind, Armand must have known how he never got those things, how much he couldn’t let himself want them. And Armand touches him so tenderly. Grants him that little bit of relief, that acceptance before the end. No more fighting it.

[collegeboysam]

armand's fuckass apology going "oh, did i inflict some psychological horrors upon you in san francisco and then made you forget? sorry I GUESS 🙄. i just think is funny that you care for your mind's wellbeing now after you were SNORTING COCAINE" is soooooo petty and angering, all while daniel makes faces, sarcastic jabs and rolls his eyes anytime armand opens his mouth. i know their couple fights back in the day were so good and i'm not beyond begging like a dog to see them

[jewelsli]

DC X DP X Captain Marvel/Shazam (Part 2)

Before I continue, here’s a real quick Headcannon for this, so when Danny became the ghost prince, it was a pretty big deal, but since he didn’t want to deal with all the fame stuff he made sure only the people who needed to know were informed(this includes the champion of magic and the lords or order and chaos(they don’t know exactly who he is just that there’s a new ghost prince)). Sam is the new fright knight (the old one is training her), Danielle and Dan are also royals, Tuck and jazz are helping in different areas too (tuck is a kinda judge and jazz is helping new ghosts and getting everyone some therapy). The Champion of magic and Ruler of the Infinite realms interact a lot and are two of the greatest forces in the universe, they also help each other to stop entire universes from dying(Infinite realms is the stuff between universes and the Rock of Eternity connects every universe and supplies it w/ magic), anyway with that out of the way…

here’s the next part! (Once again I am not the greatest writer so don’t expect anything to amazing)(also I mostly know about billy through fanfics and have yet to read the original comics)

(oh also Danny looks his normal age here, he lets a bit of his eldritch form leak into him so he looks older at the JL)

Danny glanced around the room that the meeting was taking place in, it was different from most of the infinite realms, in a way that it just felt more… it felt like how pop rocks taste, sweet but sharp. It was different from the spiky citrusy(or maybe metal?) feeing that most of the realms had. Clockwork had told him it was because they were in a pocket dimension between the infinite realms and some place called the Rock of Eternity(wait hadn’t marvel mentioned something like that?), so there was more magic here then usual. The sound of a door opening caught his attention and he swiftly turned to see the door opposite to the one he had come from open as a small figure stepped through.

A small figure with a very familiar aura(I can’t remember the word I want to use so whatever) stood in the doorway.

After the door closed and the harsh backlighting disappeared he could see more of the kid(who looks his age), they were wearing golden sandals with what looked like wings on the sides, a robe? Thing??? Whatever they called those back then, which was white with golden edges(think how cap’s cape looks), he also wore one of the golden leaf crown thingamajigs around his head. The kid was holding a lightning staff that was taller then they were and had a matching lighting bolt amulet. Overall they looked like some sort of Greek or Roman royal, or at least how he would imagine them.

The champion seemed to be surveying him in the same way, from his crown of black fire and ectoplasm, to his cape of stars, why yes he was extremely fashionable, thank you for noticing! He cleared his throat before holding out his hand to the kid, “Danny Phantom, prince of the Infinite Realms.” He introduced, the kids eyes widened for a moment before they reached forwards and shook his hand, he saw the Lichtenberg figures tracing along his arms, similar to his own scars from the portal, but while his were an ectoplasmic green, the other’s looked like they were inlaid with gold. “Marvel, champion of magic,” he finally introduced.

wait-

They both stared at each other for a few moments, finally the other kid spoke up. “I knew you felt different from a normal ghost!” He exclaimed with a smile, letting go of his hand as Danny paused for a moment longer. “So THATS how you knew there was a new prince!” He said with the same smile as he put the pieces together, he had thought it was strange for a random leaguer who was only supposed to be mildly magical to know. Said kid laughed as he nodded, “Nice to have another kid on the league then, assuming you aren’t actually an immortal who just looks like a kid at least.” Marvel commented. Danny was struck by inspiration and(before his brain remembered that he was supposed to be acting all princely or whatever) quickly said, “We’re just like that Spider-Man meme!!!” And thankfully didn’t have to immediately regret it when Marvel seemed to agree. A noise if someone clearing their throat startled the boys.

“I’m glad to see that you two get along with one another,” Clockwork said with a sigh of exasperation, “But in case you forgot you are here to discuss the fact that a recent use of magic by the Sorcerer Supreme In Earth M-A73 has destabilized the universe and nearby realms.” Marvel looked surprised by his appearance but by now Danny was used to it. “Yes Clockwork we know.” He said in as annoying of a polite tone as he could manage, the entity sighed and faded away, he turned to the Champion ready to discuss the problem-

“WAS THAT CRONOS?!?!” He asked… maybe Earth M-A73 could wait for a bit.

[violinsandblood]

messy polycule for the win

[4th-make-quail]

Daniel Molloy -> Outfits through s2

[lyrakanefanatic]

who’s here since her name was phone girl fanatic ?!?!?!?

i love your blog sm and i’m so glad we’re mootssssss

(also if you want can you pls make more fake twitter tig they are so great tysmm)

OMG THANK YOU SMM THIS IS SO SWEET IM CRYING 😭😭 IM SO GLAD WERE MOOTS TOOOO 💗💗

also yes you were not the first to request fake tig twitter thingys…. (i have ss but unfortunately could not put them in bc tumblr only allows 10 photos) i got two others asking for the same thing 😭

SO HERE IT IS!! 😭😭

If tig/tgg characters had twitter part: 20

[bittwitchy]

Legacies 2.11

[danrifics]

[x]

[chiropteracupola]

“I made a man out of rags and straw and bits of twig, and I made him a fiddle out of wood I found in the garden…”

[thekenobee]

Sharpe + Text posts (Part 10)

[anetherealpoetess]

if either louis or daniel had a single friend between them they would have figured out about armand's duplicitous manipulation of their memories years ago. it's called a girl's night and the pair just shared one together with their bare tootsies steeped in a sophisticated little indoor pebble garden

[kurt-stims-archive]

Danielle Stopframe stimboard!!

💌 | 🍸 | 💌 🥎 | 🧢 | 🥎 💌 | 🍸 | 💌

[dxppercxdxver]

got boobs? don't want em? suffering from chest dysphoria? try daniel hagman's famous Best Brown Paper and Paraffin Oil. what do you do with it? don't ask. figure it out.

Best Brown Paper and Paraffin Oil. For Your Every Single Need. (yes. even that one.)

[merv606]

Do Terry’s staff think/know he’s in love with Daniel or do they think he’s just an eccentric and evil billionaire? What do Tom and Peggy think?

I think maybe a bit of both 🤔

They know he’s obsessed - and to do what he’s done is beyond excessive (not even considering the moral ethical and legal implications) which they chalk up to having too much money.

Tom and Peggy know him a bit better - as good as anyone can anyway - and they know they have never seen him like this.

He’s never gone even remotely close to this level of deranged.

From the WIP so should appear in the actual story - meaning spoilers obviously