#danny: yay my sister is coming to town

[batsyheere]

Moving to Gotham and befriending the local undead was a mistake. Danny was short- an unfortunate side effect of genetics, dying, and having very few resources for food that didn't bite back. So when he began getting teased by Jason for being so short once they became friends: Danny, in a fit of feral karma, decides to say "you will regret this in eleven days".

Jason has no clue what this means. It was ominous as fuck. Danny will no longer answer his texts and keeps ignoring him in public. Not even his apology cooking is working to figure out what the heck Danny meant and while Jason would usually ignore a threat, this one was so vague and ominous with such a serious tone that Jason absolutely is preparing to take a mission out of Gotham. Even off planet, if necessary.

Meanwhile Jazz is coming to visit and Danny is quite happy to see his older sister, who definitely received the tall genes from their dad and is more than several inches taller than Jason. Who doesn't make fun of him for his own height, just as he doesn't make fun of her own lack of ability to cook.

[phantomphangphucker]

A Bottle Of Rum Named Chuckles - Phic Phight

Prompt Creator: @bibliophileap Prompt: A sibling is genuinely disconcerted by another sibling’s laughter. Summary: The Fenton parents are out of town so Danny gets his drink on, but he's a laughing drunk and Jazz comes home from university a little too early.

Warnings: Drinking, alcohol, unintentional self-harm, broken bones, impaling, blood, one instance of vore, Danny is very drunk

also on my AO3 at GothMoth.

Danny glides smoothly down the steps, today’s a day with the house to himself. Jazz? Off at college. Mom and dad? 4-day convention. Sam and Tucker? Well, they’re not really friends anymore. So today’s a day to himself, a rare one at that. So as Danny saunters over to the fridge he sticks his hand straight through the floor pulling out a bottle of rum. Spinning the bottle in one hand as he opens up the fridge and grabs some milk. Placing the bottle on the table, Danny turns around and goes to make himself some cereal, but is suddenly struck by an idea. Spinning back around, bowl of dry cereal in hand, Danny cracks open the rum and pours it into the bowl. “Hey if cheesepuff bacon smoothies are great, this ought to be better.”.

Halfway through his cereal he’s finding it hard to keep eating through his giggling. “It’s just” chuckle “god so” chuckle “like look at the fuck rocks man” chuckle. Rum cereal abandoned, Danny wanders the yard pointing at random rocks and wobblingly arranging them in poorly laid out constellations. Laughing and grinning he flops on the grass surrounded by his rock stars.

Eventually, the hot sun forces him inside as he opts to play some games. Not being bothered enough to move them from his room, he plays up there instead. He doesn’t really play Doom anymore, he’s more into single player stuff now. He does however, take the bottle of rum with him. After a few hours, Danny is solidly fucked up, so much so that he doesn’t hear his sister coming home early. She does however, hear some creepy ass giggling ringing throughout the house. “Christ did someone stuff one of those broken demon Elmo dolls into the walls or something?”. Jazz moves around methodically trying to find the sound just as Danny burst out into another fit of laughs and giggles. He managed to get a famous glitch in his game, one where the characters limbs and head fly and stretch out all over the screen. In his laughter Danny accidentally crushes the rum bottle against his chest, splashing the little remaining rum and glass all over himself. “Aw man....” Danny goes to stand but immediately pitches forwards slamming face first into his wall. Laughing even more erratically, cause he can see himself in the door mirror, Danny just slowly slides down to the floor. Laying in a heap of limbs and laughs.

Jazz meanwhile is standing awkwardly on the other side of his door, somewhat in shock. At first, she thought there was some weird new ghost after Danny but after listening close, “the ghost in you sure shows in funny ways” Jazz mutters quietly. With a soft though unnerved smile on her face Jazz goes back downstairs, looking to make herself some toast but promptly notices the milk jug and very disgusting looking half-eaten cereal. “What the hell was that made with?” She grumbles at the offending cereal, well aware of Danny’s strange taste, as she puts the milk away. “I wonder if his ghost half has anything to do with his tastes” she taps her finger on her chin and shudders, as yet more booming laughter erupts from upstairs. She elects to smell the cereal for clues rather than taste it, cause Plasmius knows what’s in there. Jerking back she realizes that whatever it is, it’s definitely alcoholic. “Where’d you even get that little brother and why” she shakes her head as she goes up to confront Danny. Whom she’s now certain is laughing so much because he’s drunk. And she’s totally right on that part.

Meanwhile, Danny has been intentionally flinging himself around his room, trying to land it the most awkward and absurd positions possible. He’s so utterly plastered that he never even notices all the glass from the rum bottle embedded in his chest, making him bleed profusely. Him flinging himself around isn’t helping either. And his future self will not thank him later for the massive amounts of blood smears everywhere. Not to mention all the knock over things and glass. Eventually, he winds up leaning against the mirror on his door making faces at it and smearing his face around. Resulting in many muffled giggles.

Jazz, standing in front of Danny’s door can actually smell the alcohol through the door now. Scratching her nose she swings the door open, catching Danny totally unprepared as he staggers backwards; straight out the window. Running over to the window she looks down and sees Danny laughing his ass off on the ground covered in blood and glass. She physically shivers from the combination of Danny’s demonic ass laughter and the visuals.

Jazz bolts all the way down the steps and outside, running up to Danny who’s now standing up and wobbling all over the place. Seeing Jazz he shouts “is afff uckin airy! Whooooo!” Throwing his hands up in the air, Jazz runs over and hooks an arm under his right armpit. “Danny what the hell, let’s get you inside before anyone sees” Danny lightly giggles “leds meh to dis lits airy”. Jazz practically has to drag Danny into the house as he flips between muttering about fairies, or “ariy” as he’s calling them, and laughing. Effectively, slowly unnerving Jazz more and more; as well as making her unimpressed with his drunken state. Jazz sets him down at the table and points at the half-eaten rum cereal. “Just how much have you had Danny?” She asks in an unimpressed tone but she’s to creeped out to sound threatening. The only response she gets from Danny is “Is callied it Chuckles” then he sticks his hands out spreading them apparent vertically to about the high of his rum bottle. Jazz isn’t quite sure what he means for a second but then pinches the bridge of her nose. “Christ Danny, and what was it exact-” Jazz gets cut off by the sight of Danny pulling somebody horror shit, spreading his mouth inhumanly wide and straight voreing the entire bowl whole. Rum, cereal, spoon, bowl and all. Jazz having never bared witness to his body horror crap nearly vomits, which causes Danny to go into another fit of laughter. She sickly looks over the counter at him as he laughs himself so hard he falls off the stool. “Ok, now your creepy laugh is also pissing me off. I’m creep out, disgusted, disturbed and angry all at once.” Jazz shakes herself off and tries to push away the lingering shivers Danny’s laugh sends across her skin.

Danny starts crawling forwards on the floor but Jazz rushes over and sits him up on his knees. “Don’t do that” she scolds “you’ll rip yourself up more and-” looking down at the floor “-dear god... make more of a mess”. Turning her head away from Danny, arms still on his shoulders, she mutters “how the hell am I going to clean this up”. Danny chuckles slurring “clench ‘n exbird outwash fix erry”. Jazz just stares at him, “ok, I got bleach but the rest is lost on me”. Danny just shouts “exbird outwash!”. “Danny, what even is that?” Jazz sighs exasperatedly, as Danny starts making gargling sounds but then chokes on his spit. Resulting in yet more laughter. “Einstein, lend me your strength” Jazz groans as she jerks away from the sound of Danny’s laugh.

Eventually, she manages to get Danny sitting upright. Slowly pulling out shards of glass, though Danny is not making that easy. Danny’s rolling his head all over the place, occasionally flailing his arms around, and talking mostly gibberish, interspaced with giggles and laughter. “Danny, I will tail you for a week and throw psychology terms at you, if you ever even consider getting wasted around people who don’t know about this ghost shit.”. Finishing her threat with flawless timing as Danny straight up phases through the floor. Jazz, sighing, gets up to walk down to the lab. Looking around she fails to see him till she hears his wild creepy giggles coming from the ceiling. Looking up she sees Danny dangling with one foot still stuck in the ceiling. “Imma uckin chandii!”. Sighing “ yes Danny you are definitely a chandelier, for sure, 100%”. Danny just shouts “yay!” As he swings his hands up towards the ceiling smashing them so hard Jazz hears cracking and Danny, with a chunk of the ceiling, crashes to the ground. She stares at Danny and mutters “you could kill a many without a second thought and I don’t even think you’d notice the impact...”. Just as Danny rights himself, smashing apart the other bits of ceiling. Which suddenly brings Danny’s fingers into view. “Oh my god Danny, you freaking broke your fingers”. Deciding she’s had enough, Jazz digs through the lab until she finds what she’s looking for. An Ecto-shield blanket, “mom and dad say it’s for keeping out mosquito ghost but it should make a fine Danny burrito”. Jazz walks up behind Danny and quickly wraps the blanket around him. Danny just squirms, falls to his side and starts flopping about like a fish. Sighing Jazz grabs the Fenton fisher anti-ghost fishing line. Line in hand she picks up Danny and walks up to his bedroom. “You need to eat more Danny, and real food not junk food. My textbooks weigh more than you.”. Once in Danny’s room, she ties him to his bed headrest with the ecto-line. Danny naws at it while giggling and making exaggerated chewing and biting sounds.

Jazz attempts to study while she watches her brother and waits for him to sober up. But it’s difficult with all the usual sounds, gibberish and increasingly disturbing laughter. “God, it’s like it gets more and more unnerving the more you hear it”. She mutters into her book, trying her damnest to focus without completely ignoring her inebriated brother.  Eventually, she gives up on that endeavour and elects to inspect the glass she’s managed to get out of Danny’s chest. Fully expecting it to be window glass, she’s shocked to find it's from a bottle. Sticking a few pieces together she realizes it’s from a bottle of rum, high proof rum at that. “Danny what the hell?! How did you even get this! Mom and dad don’t even like rum!”. The only response she gets out of Danny is more giggling. “And how long has this glass even been in your chest! Did you drink the whole thing!” Danny giggles enthusiastically which Jazz takes as a yes. “Danny! That would kill a full grown man!”. This time she actually gets a response out of the drunken lad “Tis tooo lats, ta jib allreds don.”. Jazz groans leaning back in her chair, “even wasted enough to kill a normal person you still make death jokes”.

Things continue on like this for a while till Danny eventually starts to slightly sober up. Which takes an impressive, and scary to Jazz, single hour. “Wyys my handz harts” Rolling his head around “and wyts wit blankie?”. Jazz snorts as she walks over to him, “little bro, you smashed your hands into the ceiling”. Looking up at her, his head limp, “wyys i dos dat?”. Shaking her head, “I really don’t know Danny but it might have something to do with thinking you were a chandelier.”. Danny just looks more confused now, but Jazz, noting his limpness unties him from the headrest and lays him down in bed. “I think you best just sleep, little brother and please, no more laughing”. Danny just tiredly sticks his tongue out at her. Jazz falls asleep herself, knees folded on the ground with her head resting on Danny’s bed.

—Next Morning—

Danny wakes up to a whole lotta pain. “What the...” He trails off as he pushes his blanket off himself, yanking his hands back hissing. “Fuck me” Danny mutters as he looks at his hands, nearly every bone is broken or chipped and his advanced healing has only fucked his fingers up more. Healing them incorrectly in almost every way, “how did I even? and how am I supposed to fix this?”. Then looking down at his chest he groans “seriously? Did I get into a boxing match with a bunch of mirrors or something”. Swinging his legs out of bed he walks to his mirror. He’s peppered in bruises, some that are extremely weird. He has bits of drywall in his hair as well. Shaking his hair out he turns to take in his room and just stares. Half his shit is on the floor or on the opposite side of the room than where it started. Blood is smeared almost everywhere, bits of glass are stabbed in the walls, his window is destroyed and there’s both ecto-line and an ecto-shield blanket on the floor. “Yeah I’m just not going to deal with this now, or possibly ever” Danny mutters as he opens his door with his mouth, keeping his hands up around his chest not quite touching though. As he descends the stairs he’s already thinking of ways to easily just hide the mess but once he reaches the living room his mind blanks. “Oh fuck” he breathes out, seeing a long blood streak on the floor, some glass and bigger bits of drywall.

Danny stares down at his hands, and that’s how Jazz finds him when she steps out of the kitchen. Mop in hand Jazz watches Danny as he stares at his hands muttering to himself, looking horrified. Danny slowly lifts his head up and just mutters at Jazz “what the fuck”.

Inside his head, Danny is just screaming over and over again, because she should not be here and there’s a massive really bad looking mess and he was completely wasted and -. Jazz cuts off his thoughts as she answers him “I don’t really know Danny, you were so messed up I could barely understand anything you said. You called me an “airy”, ate an entire bowl whole, punched a hole in the ceiling while pretending to be a chandelier I think, flung yourself out your window, and I think you stabbed yourself with a bottle of rum.”. Danny just stares at her, his mouth hanging open, so Jazz elects to continue “you were already covered in blood and glass when I got here and there was a bowl of cereal mixed with, what I assumed was, rum. Seriously Danny what the hell and where did you get rum?”. Danny just mutters “uhhhh from the floor”. Jazz crosses her arms “Danny, that makes about as much sense as whatever-” clearing her throat to attempt the make the freakish sounds Danny made “-exbird outwash fix erry” is.”. Danny shakes his head “Wow, sounds like I had fun”. At Jazz’s highly unimpressed face, Danny goes to run a hand across the back of his neck but winces instead. Eyeing Jazz again, he goes for a more serious response. “I guess I’d need context for those, uh, words? And I literally got it from the floor. The bottle was inside the floor.” Danny looks away sheepishly. “You mean to tell me you hid booze in the floor?” Arms crossed stiffly. “Heh, yeah” Danny shrugs “wasn’t really expecting anyone home so soon.”. He finishes. “Clearly, if that had been anyone who didn’t know about you, you’d be in massive trouble. I’m pretty sure you drank the entire thing, which should have been deadly. That combined with everything else...” Jazz trails off as Danny waves a mutilated hand at her “ya ya I get it, I’m lucky it was you”. Jazz sighs grabbing her mop again, “I would tell to help but I know your injured, are your hands going to heal fine?” She asks laced with genuine concern as she starts mopping the blood streaked on the floor. “Well, first you might want some of my hidden mouth wash”. Jazz stares at him “ok what?...is that what you said earlier?!”. Danny shrugs “maybe, expired mouth wash is pretty good as a cleaner”. Danny jumps up through the ceiling startling Jazz, he returns the same way. Flicking a bottle of mouth wash at her, that he was previously held by the cap in his mouth. Jazz, mixing it on the floor, “oh wow that’s just plain weird and I don’t even want to know how you discovered this”. “Yup” Danny says curtly as he looks around for any other damage. “So, your hands?” Danny snaps his head back to her, “Uhh well I’ll have to re-break, like, everything and place it all back the way it’s supposed to be but it should be fine, I think.” Danny says awkwardly. “Danny, Christ, how are you even ok with doing that, none the less how are you going to do it with both hands messed up?” Jazz glares at him, still mopping. Shrugging “uh painfully?”. “Oh my god, Danny.”

Danny sidestepping her gets a bowl, cereal and milk all out with a combination of footwork and his mouth; Jazz watching him all the while as she mops. “That better actually be milk and I’m rather concerned by how good you are at that”. Sitting on the table top Danny pours the milk with his toes. “You’re going to be pissed if I tell you “practice” aren’t you?” Glaring at him as he sits down with his cereal, eating by scooping his tongue around. “Of course, you shouldn’t have a reason to be used to it.”. Danny grunting, “well I do, resident superhero ghost boy here”. Jazz chuckles lightly, which reminds her of something, “hey Danny, has anyone ever told you your laugh is extremely creepy and unnerving?”. Danny coughs on a couple of frootloops, “What? No, why?” Chuckling again Jazz shakes her head “you were laughing, giggling and chuckling like your life depended on it. Genuine laughter too, but for whatever reason, it was spine chilling.” Pausing to look at Danny “you sounded like a demonic broken Elmo doll”. At that Danny chuckles deeply a bit “seriously?”. “Yeah, you even laughed as I tried to fix your wounds and you laughed really hard when you fell out your window and crash into the yard.” Danny chuckling again, Jazz noting that it actually is still slightly creepy but nothing close to before. “Wow that’s got to say something about me, don’t go analyzing me though.”. Rolling her eyes “I’m more focused on fixing your mess Danny, the lab is literally missing a third of its ceiling and I had to tie you to your own bed.”. Danny goes wide-eyed laughing, “so that's why there’s ecto-line on the floor.”. Jazz just shakes her head as Danny continues more seriously “was my laugh all creepy just now?”. Jazz pauses “slightly I guess but nothing like last night. It was like the more you laughed the more completely disturbed I felt. Now your laugh just has the same slight offness it usually does.” Danny looks incredulously at her. Noticing she sighs and stands up, one hand in her hip “Danny, basically everything about you is slightly off or creepy. But it’s so minimal you really have to pay attention to notice at all. And paying attention to you is my sisterly duty.”. Danny rolls his eyes but visibly relaxes some, “geez thanks.”. Jazz sighs as she heads down to the lab to collect the ceiling debris. On her way coming back up she hears cracking sounds. “Hey, Danny what are you doing?”. The cracking stops “uh, fixing my fingers”. Jazz just sighs.

End.

[the-fiction-witch]

Staying at the in laws p2

REAL LIFE:  COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: CONFUSING

THOMAS’ POV:

"we're here!" I heard y/n cheerful yell we swapped over at the McDonald's car park when we got to her home town because my legs where going to sleep plus she knew this place a whole lot better then I did somehow in whatever distance it was between that car park and her parents place I had fallen asleep "We're here?" I ask hardly awake "Yep, come on we need to get our stuff before it gets to dark" she says getting out I look around it already seemed pretty dam dark to me so I got out helping her get out our bags of stuff and clothes for all the time we would be spending here  we opened the little gate and snunk in I instantly could smell an odd mix of roses from the garden and huge piles of dog shit pooled around each car, all of them I assume members of her families? Alot of them didn't look good in fact there was half a car across the back of the garden she ran up as I shut the gate dinging the little doorbell I could here the little dinging going off inside and I saw a large dog jump up the main window starting to growl I stepped closer trying my best not to step in anything as I got to the little stone path close to the door just as it opened "Y/N! ITS Y/N EVERYONE! YAY!" erupted from the door as a woman stood there and many people where sat around inside the dog pushed past this woman it was a big and bouncy black dog it jumped on y/n putting it's paws on her shoulders as it stood "Awwww hey boy" she smiles giving the dog a pet before it jumped down coming to me and growling at me "awwww, it's okay boy it's just Thomas" she giggled "Uhh hi uhh dog" I began trying to pet it but it barked at me "He won't bite, unless he thinks your going to do something bad" a man chuckled from inside y/n went in the dog following her so I went in putting my stuff with her's she had put it on the stairs as she walked into the large living room so I followed her I felt... Out of my element this was alot of people they can't all be her family? If so she has a big family they all turned to look at me judging every thing about me y/n was stood talking to the woman from the door she turned to me and smiled so I mouthed "help me" to her but she ignored me "So... Your his Thomas I've heard so much about?" A man asked he was sat in a recliner chair a pint glass of beer in his hand and a walking stick wedged between his leg and the cushion of the chair he looked at me glaring waiting for my answer "Uhh.. yeah I'm thomas y/n's boyfriend" I smile "Really? How long have you to been together now?" A woman asked smoking her vape by the fireplace "It was a year a few months ago" I blush "Then why not ring! My granddaughter shouldn't be fooling With some boy till he puts a ring on her finger!" A woman began yelling "Ignore her, old bag, hi lil y/n's sister" a woman smiles getting up and coming to help me to a wooden chair by the dinning room door "Ohh hey, yeah y/n's told me about you" I smile just as the dog jumped up his dirt covered paws sitting on my legs "whoa! Hello uhh dog" I say a little confused as it sniffed me and licked me "Aww he likes you Tommy" y/n giggles sitting beside me as everyone in the room sat around looking at the tv "What's going on?" I whispered "It's Saturday, football is on" she answered "Ohhhh" I sigh "so.. who's who? Come on I've never met anyone before" I ask her "Fine, well there is more here then I though so... Obviously my sister lil, her husband Danny, my aunt Lou who is my dad's sister, my uncle Jim who is my dad's brother, granny pen and grandpa reg who are my dad's parents, my dad obviously, my mum, my mum's brother uncle Warren and his wife Sara my cousin Harry then little puppy fluffy" she explains "Dam that's alot of names" I sigh "You get used to it" she smiles snuggling her head closer to me "only my parents my sister my grandparents and us are sleeping here tonight though" she smiled "Ohh.. I was worried for a minute" I smile giving her head a kiss as the little kid ran up to us her cousin if I remember rightly he came and sat looking at us "what is he doing?" I ask " He does that to new people he is leaning what your face looks like" she answers "Ohhh... Okay" I shrug "hey" I smile but he ran away from me hiding behind a sofa "what did I do?" I ask her "Nothing he recognised your voice that's all" she smiles "How did he- right he's a kid Thunderbirds or freb?" I ask "Freb most likely his mum won't let him watch Thunderbirds too violent" she laughs "shhh unless you want your cock cut off footballs starting" she says "You hate football?" I laugh "Shhhhh not when with family I don't and neither do you unless you want to be crucified I come from a football mad family Thomas get used to it" she explains "Y/n? Can you come give me a hand!" Her mother called from the kitchen she gave me a kiss and went off alot of the other girls following her too them all hanging in the kitchen chatting about... I have no idea actually only me and all the guys in her family "Well we got time before kick off, that blue thing out there yours Thomas?" One of her uncles asked I was unsure which one actually "Ohh yeah, that's my car" I answer "It's nice, do the work yourself?" Another asked "Yeah, I picked it up at a scrap yard a few years ago been repairing it ever since" I answer "it's just been a bit complicated because it's left hand drive so..." I shrug "out of curiosity what is the half broken car in the garden?" I ask "Mine" her father said "my old rover been fixing it up, used to take y/n and lil to school in that you know?" He laughed and everyone chuckled "so sangster you keep yourself busy with that sort of thing?" He asked "Ohh yeah, I mainly work with my motorbikes but cars as and when I need to" I shrug "Ohh biker boy" one sighed "Have you seen they have been re running the originals last couple weeks?" One asked another "Yeah got my box recording them" her dad answered "you watch the trek sangster?" Her father asked me "The trek?" I asked very lost trying to follow this "Star Trek?" He laughed "Ohhh no, I watched the new ones they did with uhh Chris pine" I began "Ohh the shit ones!" They all laughed "Fine not cars, no trek, uhhh music?" Her dad asked "Well I quite like older 50s stuff and more alternative-" I began "Clearly not music" he interrupted "star wars?" He asked "Yes I love star wars" I answer "Well there we go something to talk about" another man laughed "I uhh I was actually in one of them" I smile " the first new one, force awakens" I tell them "Yeah for like two seconds" one laughed as someone clicked the volume for the tv on it was in Some football show I have no idea what it was it was just so loud like in humanly loud I see why all the women went to the kitchen I might go join them in a minute they all say loudly talking over the tv about teams and players I have no idea about most names I didn't even recognize "Thomas! Can I borrow you?" Y/n smiled leaning on the kitchen door "Ohh course" I smile getting up and going across the living room to her but someone I'm not sure who tripped me up sending me face first onto the red carpet making every laugh shit that hurt I got up best I could going to see y/n Busy working away in the kitchen "hi honey?" I say in pain "Aww hi Tommy, your doing well" she giggled giving me a cuddle "I'm in emotional and physical pain and aggony people are literally beating me up and I think your dad is going to murder me for my tv choices" I explain "That's good, your doing better then I thought you would by now" she smiles "just don't let on you don't like football, don't bring up F1 because my dad hates your favourite driver and I'm not breaking that fight up because you will instantly lose, do not bring up politics for yours and my safety, and yes I know it's a lot of racisum and horrible things but please just nod and keep quiet Thomas please for me" she begs "I'll try, for you... I mean I knows they might be my in laws soon?" I smirk "In your dreams" she smiles giving me a kiss "now go out the case of beer on the table for everyone" she says " ohh and take a Stanley knife" she says "Why?" I ask a little puzzled "That's how all problems are resolved in my family Stanley knifes and duck tape whatever is more appropriate, love you" she smiles kissing my cheek and rushing off to help her mum

[phcrcinphonon-blog]

okay here’s another dump of characters because i’m a useless ass bitch. find below the cut: albus severus potter, catra, clint barton, plagg & tucker foley.

watch out, it’s albus severus potter !!!

albus severus potter. middle child of the boy who lived and one of the greatest female quidditch players of all time. he’s... he’s a really kind-hearted young man okay. he’s a little bit insecure at times because his parents are hella famous and because he’s the goddamn middle child (yay middle child syndrome!) but he would do literally anything for his family and friends, up to giving up his life or some limbs or something. no one’s entirely sure why he ended up in slytherin (the answer is that he’s a vindictive little bitch when he wants to be okay, and he’s ambitious as fuck; he wants to make a name for himself, not based on his family), and no one has ever given him any shit for it. he’s kind of sort of in love with his best friend, scorpius, but don’t tell scorpius that, okay. overall albus is a bit goofy, tries to make people laugh and see the bright side while keeping his own worries and fears to himself. come love him. also bring him family, he loves family. he’s currently studying at the university here because, well, what else can he do?

watch out, it’s catra !!!

so the shortest version i can manage for catra (who is almost exclusively based off the new series) is that she was raised as a soldier by shadow weaver, the only mother figure in her life (and the cause of like, 99% of catra’s issues tbh). raised alongside her best friend, adora, catra was always treated as second rate, second best, almost a sidekick more than anything, and as much as she loved her best friend, she also resented her, hiding her desire for more behind nonchalance. it wasn’t until adora betrayed the horde and went to fight with the princesses that catra began truly seeking power for herself. she was angry; how dare the only person she cared about (and she cared for adora so much, more than she would ever admit to herself) leave her like this. how dare she turn her back on everything they’ve ever known? that resentment came to the fore and it became catra’s driving motivation - to capture adora, to show her that catra was better, that she didn’t need her, that she didn’t need to wait for her to come back for her like some kind of afterthought. catra wants power, because at this point, what else matters? except here, in rivergate, she doesn’t remember any of that. she’s a bored waitress who happens to have cat ears and a tail, and is vaguely sarcastic/kind of done with most people. come love my troubled girl pls.

watch out, it’s clint barton !!!

clint is going to be primarily fractions hawkeye based with maybe some mcu elements thrown in (because i do love jeremy renner’s hawkeye and you can fight me). so this is my OTHER trash archer, clint. he’s 80% deaf and won’t let you know it (because he’s epic at lip reading) and he’s just generally kind of a mess. he’s very aware that he’s a mere human in a world of enhanced people, of gods and monsters and he’s this dude with a pointy stick and a bow shooting things, and he’s okay with that in some senses. he just can’t ever miss or he’s just ‘that guy with the arrows’. he has a dog called lucky, a protege called kate bishop (whom he winds up quite a lot but he thinks of her as like... a daughter, or a sister, and he really hates it when they have to update the ‘days since someone thought we were doing the do’ board because n o) and he’s just generally kind of a hot mess. he’s very sarcastic and if he wants to avoid you, he will pretend to not hear you or pretend like he got his memory wiped. he didn’t. he remembers it all. he currently walks other people’s dogs and gets in on kate’s detective work when she doesn’t want his help. love my son pls.

watch out, it’s plagg !!!

plagg. kwami of destruction. god, usually a tiny little floating black cat, and eater of camembert. honestly if you want him to love you, that’s all you gotta do. part of a pair (the counterpart of creation herself, tikki, his one true love aside from his precious cheese, not that he’ll ever say it out loud near her), plagg comes across as very self serving, selfish and generally unhelpful. his view on life is to have fun, damn the consequences, but when shit goes down, he is actually rather serious. he powers the cat miraculous, which belongs to adrien agreste - his boy, whom he’s very worried about, because adrien’s dad is awful and plagg will literally tear the town apart to make sure his kid is safe if he has to. overall, between trying to sense out his holder and tikki, plagg’s gonna be lazing around and enjoying himself, and possibly causing mischief. someone really needs to put a stop to him tbh. plagg is a freaking immortal god and doesn’t actually have a gender, but uses he/him/they/them pronouns because he likes them.

watch out, it’s tucker foley !!!

finally, we’re onto tucker!!! much like plagg, tucker is nonbinary and uses he/him/they/them pronouns. unlike plagg, tucker is a fucking nerd. he’s a techno-geek in the worst way, rarely seen without his pda or his phone, laptop strapped to his back and ready to come out at a moment’s notice. he’s extremely loyal to his friends, but has been known to make bad judgement calls - there was at least one time when he nearly sacrificed one of his best friends, danny, just to please a ghost genie. it was a whole deal, and he just really wanted some power, okay? he’s very flirtatious but not very good at it, and his one true love will always be technology. he remembers everything from his past and has no idea how he got here, but please help him find his friends because he’s a mess without them, tbh.

[enfantdunord]

i was unexpectedly tagged, so i guess i’ll break my nearly year long tumblr break. someone is interested in me, yay! lol

Rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to know better yeah no.

A - age: 31 (i’m old, i know) B - birthplace: Canada (happy Canada Day!!!!) 
C - current time: 2:02pm D - drink you last had: coffee. duh. (or if alcoholic, a rum & coke yesterday during wynonna cause i needed it to survive lol) E - easiest person to talk to: Sarah. whatever your username is now? @theycannotfindmenow oh look, it finds you like fb now! how useful. F - favourite song: what a mean and impossible question. no. i refuse. G - grossest memory: so clue. H - horror yes or horror no: horror no. stress factor too high. I - in love?: nah. i get random intense crushes all the time though. (hi danny-looking girl from jazz fest! you were fun to stare at for an hour) J - jealous of people?: no? yes? idk. a regular amount, i guess. i don’t get irrationally angry at people for being happy like some people i know, so, no, i guess. K - killed someone?: um, no? wtf is that question. have murderous thoughts? every single day. L - love at first sight or should I walk by again: no, but lust at first sight yes. 
M - middle name: nope N - number of siblings: nope O - one wish: well, world peace would be nice, but like, on a more personal level, i wish i had even an ounce of nicole haught’s lesbian confidence. i have none. semi-related, i wish i was in a relationship without having to start one. P - person you called last: my mom Q - question you’re always asked: “so, what’s new?” good gods, i hate that question. nothing. nothing has been new since 2004 ok, leave me alone. it’s my least favorite kind of small talk. also when relatives i see a couple of times a year ask if i have a boyfriend. nope, and i never will, thanks. R - reason to smile: wayhaught has made me happy lately, except very recently. also cecil and carlos (night vale) NEVER FAIL at making me smile. i look like an idiot when i listen in public. (yes, i realize those are both ship example, shut up, i have no life) S - song you sang last: Daddy Lessons by Beyoncé feat the Dixie Chicks. listen, LISTEN i found it on an earp heir playlist and this is the most perfect song EVER, okay! just, read this.

came into this world daddy's little girl and daddy made a soldier out of me

but daddy liked his whisky with his tea and we rode motorcycles

Tough girl is what I had to be

He told me when he's gone Here's what you do When trouble comes to town And men like me come around Oh, my daddy said shoot Oh, my daddy said shoot

Daddy made me fight It wasn't always right

And right before he died he said remember

He said take care of your mother Watch out for your sister And that's when daddy looked at me

With his gun, with his head held high He told me not to cry Oh, my daddy said shoot Oh, my daddy said shoot

listen, i’m obsessed, okay.

U - underwear color: right now black, but in general, any, i’m not picky. V - vacation: i like warmth, but also places i can go see historical stuff. although ironically the last place i went to was Seattle and i LOVED IT. i’m an east coast girl to the core and i love my city so much (that would be montreal, btw), but the west coast is a magical place. X - x-rays: um, sure, yeah. weird question, x-rays are not real special. most recent was my foot and nose. nothing found. Y - your favourite food: i’m not really a food person, i’m super picky, but um, i like sweets, and pizza and cheeses. bread. steak. bacon. chicken. Z - zodiac sign: taurus, although that means nothing to me, i believe in this less than zero. negative belief.

[general-rusty]

Paradise City Stories: The Other-Side

[INT. a Rundown House in Motor City. Noon]

Danny and Virginia open the door to the old dirty home.

Danny

(Disgusted)

“So this is where you grew up?”

Virginia

Starting to tear up.

“Yeah…”

Danny

(Comforting)

“Oh babe, I didn’t mean to come off rude. It’s just… you know a lot to take in for the first time. You know I grew up a better life, and I wish I could’ve brought you there. But-”

Virginia

“It’s not that. It’s... You wouldn’t know.”

Danny

Danny put his arm around Virginia and sat her down on the old couch.

“V’ please tell me.”

Virginia

“It’s... This is the last place I saw my dad before the police took him away. When I was 10 the police took him away from me and Ace, for a crime he never committed. They said he was wanted for manslaughter. When he would never do something like that. He was a caring man, he was sweet. But they were dirty cops, and when a reporter is doing a piece about how dirty the police is they’re going to frame an innocent man.”

She starts to break down.

The Door opens.

A male voice.

“Sweet Pie?”

Virginia

Looking up to see her father, a tall fox with a brown parted to the right haircut, he was wearing a brown blazer, tan pants, and a tan shirt.

“Dad?!”

She ran up to her father and hugged him tightly.

“How did you get out of jail dad?”

Virginia’s Dad

“They found out that I was framed, and the murder was from the commissioner.”

Virginia

“Please don’t ever leave us again dad.”

Virginia’s Dad

“I won’t Sweet Pie. I won’t.”

Danny [O.S.]

(Shouting)

“ACE GET OUT!”

[INT. Apartment 3c. 3 AM]

Virginia

(Wakes up)

“Danny what’s going on.”

Danny

(Angry)

“Your brother is being a fucking creep!”

Virginia

She removes her sleep mask to see Daryl and Ace.

(Sighs)

“Go back to sleep Danny, he does that every night.”

She put the sleep mask back on and lay back down.

Danny

“I can’t, Daryl wants me for some reason!”

Virginia

Get back up.

“Daryl what do you want?”

Daryl

“Yeah I need Danny night now.”

Virginia

“Okay sounds good, take him.”

Lay back down.

Daryl

“And I need one of your beers.”

Virginia

“Yeah yeah, take one. Just let me go back to sleep.”

Danny got out of bed and went into the bathroom, while Daryl went into the fringe.

Ace went over to Virginia

Ace

“You had the same dream.”

Virginia

“Yeah…”

Ace

“Just close your eyes for now.”

Virginia

“I wish I could close my eyes forever.”

Ace

“He will get out someday Virginia. Someday.”

Virginia drifted back to sleep.

[INT. Apartment 3c 9 AM]

A loud thud followed by Katrina screaming woke Virginia up.

Virginia

“Ace let her go.”

Ace let Katrina go.

Katrina

“Jez why are you so rough with me, and not Darry?”

Virginia

She takes her sleep mask off.

“He doesn’t trust you yet.”

Katrina

“What does that mean?”

Virginia

“It means he thinks you’re going to harm me.”

Katrina

“What?”

Virginia

“He thinks you’re going to hurt me.”

Katrina

“Why would I do that?”

Ace

“You ask too many questions.”

Katrina

“Well sorry I just wanted to take my gal pal out to the town.”

Virginia

“Katrina, I don’t feel like shopping.”

Katrina

“Oh come on V’ there is nothing like getting new stuff to make yourself feel better. Plus they just released some films from the Tinsy Vault, and I’m not leaving without them.”

Virginia

(Sighs)

“Okay let me get dressed.”

[EXT Apartment 3c. 12 PM]

Katrina

“Virginia hurry up!”

Virginia

Gets out of her room.

“Sorry, but this hair isn’t something you can do in 5 minutes.”

Katrina

“It took you 3 hours, oh god they’re all probably sold out!”

Virginia

“Katrina, it’s fine, they'll probably have more.”

Katrina

(Whining)

“No they won't!”

Ace

“Why do you care? They’re going to release it in theaters within a year or two.”

Katrina

“Well I want to watch it anytime. Maybe I want to watch it at 3 in the morning in my underwear.”

Virginia [O.S.]

“I did not need that image in my head.”

Gets out of her room in her usual Red Leather Jacket.

Damon

Comes out of the next-door room.

“Hey guys, where are you going?”

Katrina

“The Mall.”

Virginia

“Yeah, what she said.”

Damon

“Oh… You do know it’s my birthday.”

Katrina

“Oh my god we forgot! Virginia we have to bring him please!”

Virginia

“Okay Damon you can come.”

Katrina

“Yay!”

Damon

“Jesus Katrina calm down.”

Katrina

(Deep Demontic Voice) “I won’t be calm, give me some Tinsy Movies!”

[EXT. Paradise Parkview Mall Parking Lot. 1 PM]

Virginia parks her car into a spot.

The 4 got out of the car.

Virginia

“Okay Ace me, Katrina, and Damon are going to be in the mall, you going to get some Whiskey for us. Here’s a 20.”

Virginia gave Ace a 20 dollar bill.

Ace walks across the street to the Mexico Gas Station.

Katrina

“Calm on and go already guys!”

[INT. Mexico Gas Station.]

The store had 4 people in it, a cashier, a little old lady getting the paper and a scratch-off ticket, a Teenager trying to pull a slick one with the fake I.D. and some sorry sorrow of a man in the Liquor section.

Ace walked into the store and went into the Liquor section.

Two guys in Sky Mask come in. One had a piston and a leather vest with the Painkiller badges on it, while the other had a Rifle and a Denim with the Confederate Flag on it’s back.

Painkiller Robber

Fire a round into the ceiling

“Get the fuck down!”

Everyone got down.

Everyone but Ace.

Dixie Robber

Poke the rifle at Ace’s back.

“Hey Fucko, are you deaf he said, “Get down”, now do it or I will shoot.”

Ace

Turns around with a Whiskey Bottle in hand.

“You know shooting me in the stomach increases my chances of survival right? Let me help you out.”

Pulls the Rifle and aims it at his own Chest.

“How about a hole in the chest?”

Dixie Robber

“What the fuck?”

Ace

“No wait, the Brain Stem.”

Aims the Rifle into his mouth

Painkiller Robber

“Shoot him!”

Ace

Took the Rifle out of his mouth.

“What, not your style?”

Dixie Robber

“You’re crazy.”

The Painkiller Robber comes over by Ace to help Finish the job after getting all of the cash out of the resistor.

Ace

“You know for a man who acts all big and mighty you sure don’t act it. Now fucking shoot me already!”

Painkiller Robber

“Shoot him!”

Dixie Robber

“I-I trying to-”

Ace smashes the bottle over the Dixie Robber’s head.

The Painkiller Robber stumbles back.

Ace takes the Rifle out of his hands and breaks his nose with the butt of it.

Ace

“You should’ve taken the shot.”

The Painkiller Robber slowly walks away.

Ace points the Rifle at him.

“Now where do you think you’re going?”

Painkiller Robber

“Woah, watch where you’re pointing that thing. I’m just getting money for my family.”

Ace

“Your family? Going off by your jacket, your family is a bunch of inbred fucks who terrorize innocent people for sick kicks.”

Painkiller Robber

“Hey stop or I’ll-”

Ace

“Or you’ll what. Dance? Are you going to dance for me, well then do it.”

The two stood in silence for a sec.

“I said Dance!”

Ace fires into the Robber’s right leg.

Painkiller Robber

“You fucking half breed!”

Ace

(Sarcasm) “Oh no, you’re insulting my species.”

Steps on his arm.

The Robber pulls out a knife and tries to stab Ace’s leg.

Ace whacked the Knife out of his hand with the barrel of the Rifle

“Buddy, you don’t bring a knife to a gunfight. Speaking of which, where is your little pea shooter? Did you only have one bullet? You didn’t have enough to get more because you’re wasting your life on drugs?”

Painkiller Robber

“Your sister is a whore.”

Ace lost it at this.

Ace put the Rifle down. He then proceeds to stomp on the Painkiller Robber’s wrist, breaking his wrist with a loud crack.

Ace then grabs his other arm and breaks it over his knee.

The Painkiller Robber was screaming in pain.

Ace put the Painkiller Robber down, grabbed the money from the Painkiller Robber’s bag, and a new bottle of Whiskey and went over to the Cashier.

Ace

Puts the money, the bottle of whiskey on the counter.

He then took his wallet out and pulled out 20 bucks.

“This should pay for the bottle I broke.”

Cashier

“Are they okay?”

Ace

“Yeah, he’s just knocked out, and he’s going to be in shock, in 3. 2. 1.”

The Painkiller Robber stops screaming.

Cashier

“Is that all?”

Ace

Looks around and picks up a small bag of Beef Jerky.

“And this too.”

The Cashier rings up the jerky.

“Okay your total is $11.66.

Ace

“Keep the change.”

Ace went back to the car.

[INT. Tinsy Store]

Katrina was searching for a VHS of any Tinsy movie.

Virginia

“Come on Katrina we don’t have all day.”

Katrina

“Where are they? Where are they?!”

Katrina grabbed a Teenage Employee by the collar

“Where are they?!”

Employee

“Lady look we sold out earlier.”

Katrina

“You got to have more!”

Employee

“Yeah in the back, but-”

Katrina

(Deep Demontic Voice) “Give me them!”

The manager comes out.

Manager

“Get out.”

Virginia

(Sighs)

[EXT. Tinsy Store]

The two walked out of the store, Virginia looking really disappointed, and Katrina was bummed out.

Virginia

“I can’t believe you’re acting like a spoiled child Katrina.”

Katrina

“It’s the Tinsy Vault, who knows when it will come out again Red.”

Virginia

“Probably not too long, I mean they will just be released in theaters within a year or two.”

Katrina

“But you have to go to the theater, and I don’t want to do that!”

Across from them is Rats in red Lesure Suits Weekend at Bernie’s it with Damon.

Virginia

“What the hell? Katrina you’re seeing this?”

Katrina

“I can’t believe those bastards didn’t have enough.”

Virginia

(Shouting)

“Katrina!”

Slaps Katrina.

Katrina

“What?!”

Virginia

“Those guys are taking Damon!”

Katrina

“Why didn’t you say anything! Go get them! I got to stay here. For reasons.”

Virginia

She wanted to say something, but there is a way more important thing to worry about.

Virginia ran up to the rats.

“Hey what are you doing sir?”

One of the rats punched Virginia in the face, giving her a black eye.

Virginia

(In pain)

“Ah what the hell?!”

The rats ran off into the crowd.

Katrina was thrown out of the shop, right in front of Virginia.

Katrina

“You just lost a valued customer!”

Virginia sighs.

[EXT. Apartment 3c. 6:30 PM]

The 3 enter the room to see Danny on the bed, and Daryl trying to comfort him.

Virginia sat down on the bed next to Danny.

Virginia

“Hey babe, how was your day?”

Danny

“I saw people die.”

Virginia

“Yeah… We lost Damon.”

Daryl

“Hold up what?!”

Ace

“They were there.”

Daryl

“Who was there?”

Ace

“The Romano Mob. They were there.”

Daryl

“Who?”

Virginia

“The Romano Mob ran Motor City back in the game, looks like they went south for the drug game.”

Daryl

“I thought the Mob would stay away from drugs.”

Ace

“They normally don’t. Now my question is. Why did they take Damon?”

Andrew parked outside and ran up the stairs into the room.

Andrew

“What the fuck did you morons do?!”

Everything aside for Danny and Virginia went fuzzy

Danny

“What the fuck did we get ourselves into V’?”

Virginia

“I don’t know. I don’t know.”

Danny

“You think there is a way out?”

Virginia

“I don’t know.”

Everything went back to normal.

The door slowly opens.

Lilith

“May we come in-”

Ace pulled Lilith in.

Dodge came from behind her and grabbed Ace’s wrist.

Dodge

“Ace stop it’s me and Lilith!”

Ace let go of Lilith.

Daryl

“What do you want, Golden Boy?”

Dodge

“Daryl. It’s Dodge you know that, and we just wanted to give Damon’s his cake. Where’s Damon?”

Ace

“He was kidnapped.”

Lilith

“What?!”

Ace

“The Romano Mob took him.”

Lilith

Started to break down.

“Why?”

Ace

“We don’t know.”

Andrew

“Dodge, May I call you Dodgy. Dodgy your brother is messing with the Dixie Mob-”

Dodge

(Shouting)

“I don’t care about Daryl. He was trying to kill himself for years now.”

Daryl

(Sarcastic)

“Thank you my lovely brother.”

Dodge

Grabs Andrew by his shirt.

“Where is Damon.”

Andrew

“He is with the Romano Mob, Ace already told you that.”

Dodge

“I know you have something to do with his kidnapping.”

Andrew

“I have nothing to do with his disappearance.”

Dodge let Andrew go.

Dodge

“Alright I will let you go, but if I find out you had something to go with his kidnapping, I will end you.”

Daryl

“Okay, now can I show you our new toy!”

Andrew

“What are you talking about?”

Daryl

Open the door.

“Oh I will show you.”

[EXT. Parking Lot]

The gang was standing back while Daryl was setting the Shine up.

Daryl put a Jar down on the trunk of a 1976 Roosevelt Queen.

Daryl

(Shouting)

“Now duck!”

Daryl jumps away.

The ‘Shine explodes, shattering the windows to the car.

Everyone stumbles back.

The Car’s Alarm is going off in the background.

Daryl

(Shouting)

“Holy hell in a handbasket, that did something!”

Dodge

Got up.

(Shouting)

“What did you get into!”

Daryl

“Some really explosive moonshine.”

Virginia

“Jesus Christ.”

Off-Screen Guy

(Shouting)

“My car!”

Virginia

“We should go before the cops come.

Daryl

“Yeah.”

The gang runs back to the room.

Andrew ran back to put a card under the windshield wider and then ran back to the room.

And then fade away to Credits.