#downfall casper

[nixii-sabre]

@leastactivejester

Casper

[marinabaylights]

he’s going through it

[thatuselesshuman]

My form of retribution towards kids that annoy me are making them do (half) burpies and army crawls under the guise of a game

Only down side is I have to do them too or else they won't do them

[muirneach]

having nothing to do in class is so epic im watching tennis AND pwhl AND even a bit of bull riding i love cable

[idyllcy]

milestone masterlist: oops... i got married

to my college prof?! — Ye Xuan / Cael Anselm

Surely this isn't illegal. right? Oh, well at least you're not a minor

to my class TA?! — Maomao

Bro… how did she get drunk enough to marry you?!

to my roommate?! — Stephanie Brown

down for the ride? more like down for life

to the cute dude in my class!? — Kamukura Izuru

and kids, that is how you got married to a human-made god

to some guy at the bar?! — Casper / Grim Reaper

hey... are you sure your husband isn't praying on your downfall?

1.5k event masterpost || oops... i got married playlist

[tyranitarkisser]

Detective Finnegan “Windward” Dauphin… a seasoned and perhaps a bit overconfident private investigator from out of town, Detective Windward has only recently been separated from his long-time partner (personal differences, long story!) and is struggling on his own more than he would like to admit. He has a razor sharp wit and is quick to make judgements, though his intuition isn’t always correct, and in situations where he isn’t, he’s very skilled at saving face and playing his aloof persona. He talks like an old-timey 1950s radio show host.

Mara Eleana Fusilli is a humble clairvoyant who has worked most of her life in a tent by the undersea wharf. Equipped with her unique psychic powers, her sonar abilities are leagues above other dolphins. Where many others would abuse this power for personal gain, Mara doesn’t quite know what to make of it and tries not to let it affect her personal life, preferring to help others with it instead. Because of this, she is a bit lonely and fast to cling to people that show her positive attention. She is prone to acting on impulse and getting into trouble as a result.

Trick Turntable is one half of the ocean’s first train conductor duo. She carries herself with a kind and motherly persona, ready to hear out anyone who may need assistance or god forbid, is lost. She’s very protective of her adoptive brother, Track, and the two are rarely seen apart from one another. The two of them are very interested in locomotives and it was Trick’s idea to begin the ocean’s first public transit system to ensure all whales get to their destinations safely. She is known to be a little playful and curious, too!

Track Turntable is the other half to the iconic narwhal/beluga train conductor duo. Having lost his way from the rest of his birth family as a young calf navigating northern waters during the summer time, he was subsequently found and taken in by Trick’s pod and treated like one of their own. Today he is just as helpful as his sister, though he can be a bit slow on the uptake and forgetful. (Don’t surprise him from behind or you might just get a wack in the face from his tusk!) He is the more technical-minded of the two and a skilled repairman. Growing up in Trick’s family, he picked up their light southern American accents into adulthood.

Stevie Bermuda is a slimy con man with an annoying Trans-Atlantic accent with a grandiose sense of self that has traveled much of the world’s oceans to find new dolphins to assimilate into his fraudulent causes. Everything from pyramid schemes, impersonation, fake business scams, and even cults, it doesn’t seem like anything he tries brings him any sense of personal fulfillment. He doesn’t care for love or friendship, just shallow gratification. He also seems to have an irrational fear of children and teenagers… They might just be his downfall someday! 

Kanpacho is a guitar playing cool guy that has found his home by the wharf where he met Mara. He makes most of his money by playing nice songs for visiting dolphins and cargo workers alike. He’s well liked by everyone and has a Brazilian accent.

Ben Sleepy is a dolphin that seems to get a kick out of sleeping in the most inconvenient of places. When he’s not sleep-swimming or finding an (un)comfortable spot to snuggle up in, he can be found at buffets completely decimating the shrimp bar.

Casper Cantor is a businessman by day and prankster by night. He is the CEO of the business that runs the undersea wharf, dealing with most of the transport and cargo shipments going in and out of the town. He is an avid fanatic of clowns and in his free time will don his jester persona and entertain others with his magic tricks. The only person that knows his secret is his daughter, Melody, of whom he is very supportive of her creative endeavors. Maybe he’s where she gets her imagination from?

Melody Cantor is a young hypochondriac dolphin and elementary school student with an irrational fear of getting wet. She can easily be identified in a crowd with her umbrella she takes with her everywhere and her yellow raincoat. She is a talented artist and poet.

Cat is a zoologist with a sprawling collection of specimens from all seven seas. She is eager to educate all who are willing to listen to her ramble about all the different species of sea slugs.

Skip is a studious young foreign exchange student. Both of his parents are busy back home being surgeons and expect great things from him, which can sometimes be stressful on an impressionable little sea lion. This doesn’t dampen his spirit though, and his best friend Melody does a great job of bringing out his creative side. He is sometimes teased by his classmates for being different, and whenever he feels homesick Trick and Track will act as his parents away from home.

Henry XVIII is the 18th in a long line of Turntable family pets and mascot for Trick and Track’s Arctic Express. He's a great listener, even if he is quite old for a nautilus. 

James Circuits is the local record shop owner, right next door to Mara’s fortune telling tent! He can be a little spacey and hangs around questionable folks but he means well... His music knowledge is all encompassing, but his favorite is classic R&B.

Pollux Cantor, like his brother Casper, is a businessman, albeit a much less successful one that can’t ever catch a break. He’s bent on moving up in Stevie’s company and doesn’t seem to realize he is being taken advantage of. He's hopelessly addicted to caffeine and remoras frequently attach themselves to him and feed on the excess.

Madame Roachè is a prideful socialite on the cutting edge of all fashion trends that hit the Arctic landscape.

[wimbledon2008]

emilio nava is a mexican american who might as well be an alt universe agcd so unfortunately in my time of rwrb brainrot i must pray for your downfall casper ruud

[heartxshaped-bruises]

HUNGER GAMES MEME FOR MULTIMUSES !!

Sort your muses into the different Hunger Games categories and show your followers who you think would win. REPOST, don't REBLOG.

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                                             ✧･ﾟ   𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

★  ⸻   VICTOR

TALIESIN - let's face it, he does that for a living. He isn't only physically strong, but can also use some magic tricks and is pretty cunning.

★  ⸻   CAREERS

JOE - honestly, at first I wanted to put him on top, but he'd get in his own way. Plus, I am sure Tal would have an idea to nullify his resurrection cycle.

PENELOPE - her and Joe are very even, but I'd say Penelope has a moral issue. So that would be her downfall, if she ran into Joe or Tal.

ALEXANDRA - not only would she get many sponsors, she's also very strong and regenerates. But she can die. And since Penelope's a hunter, I am sure she'd get her in the end.

★  ⸻   STRONG TRIBUTE

ABEL - hella charismatic, would win over a ton of sponsors and allies. Smart, knows how to survive. But something tells me he'd try to bond with Alexandra, another intellectual person in the game, and that would be his downfall.

RAFE - He would be in the game for a very long time, simply bc he's physically strong. Also used to be a soldier. That makes up for his disadvantages, but he's a hothead and would be outwitted.

LUCIFERO - okay, we know he's got rich people who'd provide him stuff and he's also not a nice person, fights nasty to get what he wants. He has many magic tricks up his sleeves and could probably make his necromancy skills useful. But Rafe would crush him bc he's weak physically.

SAFFRON - she's physically strong with the demon, but way too impulsive. Luce would totally get her with a spell, probably targeted at the entity and then she'd be gone.

★  ⸻   ONE DAY SURVIVOR

I have the feeling all of them would group up, tbh xD

DAVEY - he's already dead. That's his only advantage. He'd want to befriend others, find allies, but I'm sure Saffron's demon would chew and spit him out.

OLIVER - he knows how to kill and survive in the wilds bc he's a wolf. But let's be honest, he wouldn't kill any of them, not if he has a choice. Davey wouldn't kill him either, I think he'd just try to save Davey and get killed in the process bc he's such a good boy.

ZELDA - well, her mutant powers are a thing, but she doesn't know how to use them. She'd probably kill Rachel on accident and Oli would get her ass bc of something random. Like another accident and only he'd get out of it alive.

RACHEL - he'd bee too stressed and panicky to think straight. Honestly. He'd be good for a small amount of time, but just not very attentive.

★  ⸻   DIES AT THE CORNUCOPIA

EMRY - just like Rachel, he'd be too freaked out by the whole thing, but compared to him he just wouldn't do anything smart.

CASPER - he'd freeze on the spot. Boy's already traumatized enough, there would neither be a fight or flight response.

FELIX - he'd be toast so. quickly. It's not even funny. And you could be sure he'd complain about being blind, right before he'd die.

[321spongebolt]

"What rare movies don't have a titular character suffer a downfall?"

Normally in movies, there's a point near the end of a movie where a title character suffers a downfall. Any of these reasons happen depending on the movie you watch.

EXAMPLES

The title character ends up getting captured by someone.

Two (or more) titular characters get into an argument that causes them to break up.

After successfully getting where they needed to go, both characters have an emotional goodbye, knowing they won't see each other together again.

A title character loses their power, but gets it back at the end of the movie.

A title character is sent to exile after betraying their leader, but is welcomed back at the end of the movie as a sign of forgiveness.

A main character sacrifices themself so another character can live another day.

In this regard, I know a couple of rare movies that don't follow this status quo.

MY EXAMPLES OF MOVIES WHERE A TITLE CHARACTER DOESN'T SUFFER ANY DOWNFALL

"Robin Hood (1973 Disney film)" = You would think after the Archery Tournament Robin Hood would be at the mercy of Prince John. But luckily, escapes his beheading. In fact, instead of Robin Hood being sent to Prince John's castle dungeon, Friar Tuck is sent there instead due to fighting with the Sheriff of Nottingham after stealing from his church's Poor Box.

"Casper (1995 film)" = When Dr. James Harvey dies and reveals himself as a ghost to Casper and Kat, Casper made his own choice to sacrifice his chance to be human for the doctor. And after getting the Lazarus to work, Dr. Harvey is resurrected. Sure, Casper was depressed after doing what was right, but fortunately for him, he meets Kat's late mother, who became an angel and grants Casper his "Cinderella" wish to be human until 10pm.

"Antz" = After Z and Bala make it to Insectopia and have a romantic moment by the fire, Bala is taken back by General Mandible's henchmen. Despite this, Z never gave up so easily.

"Spider-Man (2002 film)" = While Peter was at fault for letting Uncle Ben die by allowing Dennis Carradine to get away with the stolen money from the wrestling arena, Green Goblin jump scaring Aunt May and sending her to the hospital wasn't Peter's fault by any means.

"Despicable Me 4" = Gru doesn't suffer an emotional downfall in this movie like he did in the last three movies as far as I can remember. Heck, when Gru Jr. got taken away by Maxime Le Mal and Valentina, Gru never gave up so easily.

If anyone else knows which other movies don't have a titular character suffer a downfall, feel free to leave a comment.

[ghosttownaz]

Album Review: OHPENMIIND & K.I. D. Casper - "Renaissance Era"

In the realm of music, there are albums, and then there are transformative experiences encapsulated in sound. "Renaissance Era" undoubtedly belongs to the latter category. A collaborative masterpiece forged by the lyrical prowess of K.I.D. Casper and Ohpenmiind, under the visionary production of Thugs Bunny, this album transcends mere notes and melodies. It's a soul-stirring journey of growth, resilience, and hope—a profound exploration of the human experience set against a backdrop of mesmerizing beats and evocative storytelling. Each track serves as a chapter in a larger narrative, inviting listeners to embark on an introspective voyage through the depths of human emotion. From the haunting melodies of "Early Grave" to the infectious energy of "Earned Truth," every song on "Renaissance Era" contributes to a sonic tapestry that resonates deeply with audiences. Join us as we delve into the intricacies of this captivating album, unpacking its themes, dissecting its lyrics, and unraveling the magic that lies within each track. Welcome to the "Renaissance Era"—where music becomes a transformative force, and every note carries the weight of human emotion.

The opening track, "Renaissance," featuring the evocative vocals of Fenix Castro, sets the stage for the album's thematic exploration. With its intricate layers of vocal loops and mesmerizing Spanish flow, the song serves as a compelling invitation into the duo's world. Castro's addition injects a unique flavor into the composition, enhancing its depth and complexity. As the lyrics unravel the journey of breaking free from societal constraints, listeners are drawn into a narrative of personal transformation and empowerment.

"Dosing" takes a soulful turn, utilizing vocal looped beats to create a poignant backdrop for Ohpenmiind's lyrical prowess. The line "telling us to forfeit - gotta learn from every downfall, changing up my stance - only talking bout the southpaw" shows his ability to bring in unique metaphors into real world story telling. His metaphorical storytelling shines through, delivering a powerful message about resilience and determination in the face of life's trials and tribulations. The track demands attention, urging listeners to delve deeper into its rich lyrical content and introspective themes.

"Early Grave" further explores the complexities of human existence, unfolding against a subdued beat that allows the duo's verses to take center stage. The lyrics serve as a sobering reminder of the importance of self-awareness and perseverance in navigating life's challenges. Thugs Bunny's production choices enhance the emotional depth of the song, creating a haunting atmosphere that leaves a lasting impression on the listener's psyche.

"Essence of Even," featuring the dynamic presence of Tallikuh, emerges as a standout moment on the album. With its menacing beat and infectious chorus, the track captivates listeners, drawing them into its hypnotic rhythm. Tallikuh's contribution adds depth and dimension to the overall sound, infusing the composition with a sense of urgency and vitality. It's a song that demands repeat listens, its infectious energy and powerful lyrics resonating deeply as you will want to hit replay as it ends.

"I'm Here Today," featuring the soulful vocals of Richaul, showcases the duo's versatility as they dial back the drums to let the emotive strings and soulful vibes take the spotlight. The lines "This crown sit heavy, im ready for eons/ all that negative energy, keep it and be gone/ I'm beyond... " from K.I.D. Casper is a great example of his bravado and ability to build intricate internal rhymes that keep you guessing. Richaul's smooth vocal control complements the track's introspective themes, culminating in a poignant expression of hope and resilience. It's a song that speaks to the indomitable strength of the human spirit, inspiring listeners to persevere in the face of adversity.

"Just Wanna See," featuring the impassioned verses of Yasin, delivers a message of long-term hope against a backdrop of drums and vocal loops. Yasin's emotional bars set the tone for an introspective journey, resonating deeply with listeners on a profound level. The track captures the essence of the album, serving as a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

As the album draws to a close with "Nothing About That," listeners are treated to a fitting conclusion that encapsulates the essence of "Renaissance Era." Drawing upon musical elements heard throughout the album, the track invites listeners to reflect on the journey they've embarked upon. It's a song that leaves a lasting impression, a testament to the enduring power of music to inspire, uplift, and transform the human spirit.

"Renaissance Era" is not just an album; it's a profound exploration of the human experience, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit.

By: Steven Sandage

[audaciiaearchive]

they don't know you the way i do. (for kit, in the cursed au)

It's about the yearning || Accepting

"And what way would that be, exactly?"

Kit squints at him as they look over from whatever livestream they're observing now. Casper's admission to being the Ghost has had several lasting affects on Kit, none of which they like to talk about. On the one hand, it's almost a good feeling, to be working with someone who knows you better than you know yourself, but...it could also be your downfall, if you weren't careful.

So they know what he means. They're inexplicably intertwined. If one of them goes down, they'll take the other with them. No one knows Kit like Casper does, but the opposite is also true. Kit thinks the only way this relationship will end is if they end up destroying each other, and maybe that's a more proper ending than anything else.

They turn in their chair to fully face him, reaching out and yanking him over so he's standing between their legs. "You should enlighten me to what you mean, darling." I want to hear you say it.

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

I've already done this once but everything deleted because my phone had to go and die

So upset

Anyway, happy second of October

If I go radio silent, you know why

In continuation from last night's question:

Would you rather be a witch, Zombie or some guy called Casper?

(Some specifics:

Witches are a dying breed. They have council that watches over all practitioners of magic, that means no dodgy spells, okay, Ollie? Also there is no Hogwarts. We are taking The Owl House approach that is calling everyone a Witch, regardless of gender. Brooms are not a thing, and, frankly, quite a hurtful stereotype. If you purchase a black cat you will be boo-ed out of town. Just warning you. The council will know every move you make. You cannot hide from them.

As a Zombie you will have an almost constant craving from brains, but well, duh. Apart from that, nothing really significant. Well, I guess that depends on what you consider significant. How about skin occasionally peeling off? How do you feel about that? Anyway, just go see your local dermatologist. That's my advice. No green skin, by the way. Whatever is peeling off it just your own skin colour (!) so that's a point in the Zombie favour. You do not have to sing and dance. I repeat, this is not a Disney channel movie.

And Casper is... Well, Casper.

He works for a mail company which is most certainly laundering money. Lives alone in a one bedroom apartment with his two goldfish, Ophelia and Juliet. He has a degree in English from a very, very prestigious university. Unfortunately, it look him no where. He engaged to a woman a long time ago but she... Well, she came out as a lesbian as he was down on one knee but that's not relevant ((I'm lying. Lesbians are always relevant.)). Casper has been involved in six cults to date, founded two ((Not on purpose. He's just that gullible)). He spends his spare time at the local library, reading to kids or with his only friend, Mrs Dawson, the 90 year old librarian. She thinks he's her late husband. Once upon a time, Casper dreamed of a nice, little picket-fence, suburban life. Two kids and a Volvo. Dreams don't come true. Oh and there was a ghost in his attic as a kid. She was his only friend. Her name was Beatrice.

Wow. I had fun with Casper.)

Have a wonderful day and don't end up like Casper

hey

I have a very short fuse and that would be my downfall. Especially considering how much you wrote

I thoyght i started school today but it’s a kings birthday so public holiday

a witch no question

(i can see that)

I will refrain from proposing to any lesbians. Sweet dreams

[ailtrahq]

Casper Price prediction is bearish until the CSPR crypto is Trading below the $0.04200 level. It formed a bearish pattern and continues to decline by forming lower lows.  The CSPR Price faced rejection from the 200-day EMA and also dropped below the 50-day EMA. It showcases a downtrend and sellers continuing their dominance on the higher levels.  At the beginning of August, Buyers tried multiple times to break the $0.04200 hurdle. However, due to the strong presence of sellers, the breakout attempts failed and prices reverted down.  In September, Casper crypto Price slipped below $0.03500, which triggered negative sentiment and invited further decline. However, presently, the prices are near the strong demand zone, so the downfall might come to a halt.  The short-term pullbacks are getting rejection from the higher levels. So it will be difficult for the Bulls to defend the demand zone.  Casper Price is Trading at $0.03272, with an intraday rise of 1.08%. The 24-hour volume-to-Market cap ratio is 1.43%. The pair CSPR/BTC is Trading at 0.0000012616 with an intraday decline of -0.65%. Will Casper Price Recover or Decline Further? Casper Price prediction suggests prices look oversold, so a short-term pullback rally may come. However, the reliability of the pullback rally will remain doubtful until it trades below the 200-day EMA.  As of now, no signs of recovery are visible, so it’s better to avoid investing in CSPR until genuine buying is visible.  The crypto leaders, BTC and ETH, seem to be stuck in a narrow-range consolidation. So, if Buyers succeed in breaking the higher range in BTC and ETH, then it will improve the overall Market sentiment. It may also impact the Price of CSPR as well as other Altcoins.  CSPR Price Fell for Three Consecutive Weeks The CSPR Price fell for three consecutive weeks. This shows the strength of the bears. However, $0.03000 might act as immediate support for Bulls, and they might try their best to rebound.  The MACD curve Trading below the zero line and sloping downward indicates bearishness. The RSI at 33 is near oversold territory due to this short-term pullback rally that may arrive.  Conclusion Casper Price prediction is bearish for the short term. But the prices look oversold and near the strong demand zone. So, a temporary pullback rally may come.  The technical analysis suggests that until CSPR trades below $0.04200, it is expected to remain bearish. However, if it breaks the hurdle, then a short-term trend reversal is possible. Technical levels Resistance Levels: $0.04000 and $0.04280 Support Levels: $0.03000 and $0.02500

[an0det0l0ve]

Angel baby,

the other day I sat thinking and realized I had never before written anything horror related, except for that one time with you LONG ago. I started pondering and came up with a fun little spooky storyline and thought ‘Why not make an alternate universe with my baby? He loves horror and scary.’

So, baby, I wrote a starter for you. If you want to, you can join me and reply to it. I think it would be fun to explore this together! First let me tell you about the story I had in mind:

Scotland, a remote area with a haunted castle. A young boy (me) lives there with his father. They have a secret.

You: the son of a family friend who stays with the boy and his dad for a couple of weeks because of work related business.

We are strangers to eachother, and at first I’m not so friendly because I feel like you are an invader. But slowly we grow closer. (OFCOURSE) hehehe…. But you discover that spooky things are happening in the castle, and that we have a dark family history. It’s your turn to slowly uncover what lives between the walls of the castle, and what secrets we have.

Sooo…. Enjoy reading this, and let me know if you’d like us to try this!

Love love love you,

Casper.

⥈ ⥈ ⥈ ⥈ ⥈ ⥈ ⥈ ⥈ ⥈ ⥈ ⥈ ⥈ ⥈ ⥈ ⥈ ⥈ ⥈ ⥈

Adrift, somewhere between awake and asleep. Tossing and turning endlessly until the sheets felt like a second skin around my legs.

I felt agitated.

Exhausted.

My bed felt like a pool of disarray and sleepless nights I could not escape from. My nerves kept pulling me back to consciousness like some ruthless torture. I had dreaded this moment for what had felt like ages. Just the way grains of salt seep through an hourglass, steady yet slow, I had been counting the days ever since receiving the news. No matter how slow time seemed to be going - and it could go really, really slow out here in the highlands- it would always find a way to catch back up with you. Dawn was the harbinger for nightfall, inevitable and certain, and so was your much anticipated arrival: the harbinger for my family’s downfall.

The windows rattled in their frames and the wind howled around the house like a madman. As I turned to look up at the ceiling - nothing but a blob of pitch black paint above my head - the quiet moaning made it’s way through the concrete walls. First quiet. Then more vigorously.

I kicked the sheets and quilt off of me and sat up, head in my hands like a man consumed by desperation. Outside the wind was blaring around the castle, and I wished, begged and prayed, that I could just close my eyes and it would all stop once I opened them again. Like a bad dream. But of course, to have a nightmare you have to be able to fall asleep first. This was pure reality. Mine. It was the world I lived in.

As if on cue, the quiet moaning turned into wailing in that very moment. That same female voice had been haunting the house for years, echoing through the abandoned corridors when the world was supposed to be fast asleep. She was crying, she always was. Why it always started at the same damn time at night, I didn’t know. As far as I could tell, time was not an existential matter in this castle. Especially not for the thing that resided here and tormented me. And still, as the clock’s hand struck 3 AM, her voice would bloom throughout the residence and bleed through the cracked concrete like poisonous air. Every single night the same sad wailing. The same wordless pleading.

A grunt escaped from my throat and I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I might as well get up. No point in trying to get more sleep tonight.

⥈ ⥈ ⥈ ⥈ ⥈ ⥈ TO BE CONTINUED ⥈ ⥈ ⥈ ⥈ ⥈ ⥈

[casbeeminestiel]

I had a really fun time writing this one. I've got zero plan for where this month takes me, but much like Dean in this fic, I'm enjoying the ride.

This one is mildly spicy. I haven't quite worked up to a full M or E, so I'll go ahead and rate this one a T for now. Ask to tag!

Day 4: Wicked

Hunts are few and far between these days. With Chuck’s downfall came a few months with no paranormal activity, giving every hunter in the country a bit of a much needed break. Even though cases have begun to appear once more, Dean has realized that they are nowhere near the volume they were before they iced God. In fact, about half of the leads they chase these days turn out to be false.

Still, a job is a job. This is why, when a potential haunting pops up in Rhode Island, he decides to take the case. Dean shoots a quick text off to Cas. The angel is currently out doing “bonding activities” with Jack and Claire, who had shown up shortly after breakfast for a surprise visit. Dean shakes his head and wonders what they’re up to, knowing that bonding activities probably means at least one felony. 

From the looks of it, the spirit is not out for blood yet. Right now, it seems to be more of a nuisance for real estate agents. Whatever it is has chased out four potential buyers from an old house in Newport.

He raps on Sam’s door.

“Sammy, I’ve got something in New England. You and Eileen want to come along?”

He hears a muffled curse from inside Sam’s room, followed by a thump. Sam’s voice carries through the door.

“What is it?”

“A casper in Newport is shaking up the housing market.”

Sam opens the door, hair in complete disarray and a deeply skeptical look on his face.

“And you need my help for that?”

Dean sighs. “Tone down the bitchface, man. I don’t need your help, but I thought we could make it a family thing. Sue me.”

Sam unclenches and reaches a hand up to smooth down his diva hair. “Yeah, ok. Give me an hour to get ready.”

“Make it two. This thing ain’t urgent. No one will touch that house. Plus we’ve gotta give Cas and the kids time to clean up whatever situation they’re getting into right now.”

Sam laughs a little at that. “What, you don’t think they’re apple picking or something?”

“Not a chance.”

“Wanna bet ten bucks that Claire is somehow roping Jack into trouble and the kid doesn’t even realize it?”

“We both know I would lose that bet. Claire is evil.”

“She gets it from you,” Sam teases.

Dean will accept that. “I feel sorry for Cas.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “Cas can hold his own. He also gets that from you.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m a bad influence on the guy,” Dean shrugs. “At least his music taste is better than yours. I don’t know where I went wrong with you, but you really put the hair in hair rock.”

Sam just squints at him for a moment, letting him sit with his own joke before straightening. “Right. Anyways, I’m going to tell Eileen the plan and get ready. Let me know when the others are all set to go.”

“You do that, bitch.”

“Whatever, jerk.”

………

Almost exactly two hours later, they’re all packed in Baby. Cas and Claire are in the front with Dean, and Sam, Eileen, and Jack are in the backseat. Claire has her own car of course, but it died unexpectedly in the driveway when she tried to start it.

“No I didn’t leave my light on, jackass,” had been the preemptive reply to Dean’s question. Claire scares him a little, but mostly she reminds him of himself in a not-totally-reassuring way.

As snarky as Claire is, she chooses to be a good sport and rides with them rather than calling AAA. Dean promises to fix her car when they get home from the case. Her one condition is that she gets to sit shotgun. Nobody wants to argue with her, including Sam.

They roll Northeastward as fast as Dean can go without getting pulled over, taking all the backroads they can to avoid major traffic. Dean has been on some truly long drives before, where the roads seemed to lead nowhere and the next gas station was easily one hundred miles away. He shudders, thinking of US 95 in Oregon. Talk about desolate.

But this one is shaping up to be good. He’s got all his favorite people in one vehicle, his favorite cassettes on deck, a nice and easy haunting to squash, and no big bad on the horizon. Hell, he even has money to burn on a nicer hotel for the night, and he will be using it.

Maybe I can get some alone time with Cas. 

He glances at Cas over Claire’s head where she has it buried in a book, only to find him watching Dean already. Dean smiles bashfully and hopes Cas can’t see the pleased flush rising to his face. Judging by the way his eyes light up though, he can.

This thing between them is largely responsible for the high he’s been riding for the past few days. It’s a wonderful development, truly, but it’s also very new. Dean wants to enjoy the honeymoon phase of their relationship just a little longer before they settle into things more. 

He knows, of course, that he’ll enjoy being with Cas just as much in ten years as he will in ten days, because it’s Cas, and he’s perfect even when he’s the most idiotic and infuriating son of a bitch alive. But he reserves the right to be horny and dumb about his partner when he’s in his prime.

So yeah, he’s booking two singles and one double for the night. 

Humming along the highway, lost in his own mildly solicitous thoughts, Dean doesn’t hear Sam at first when he pipes up from the back.

“Dean, are you listening?”

“Hm?” Dean very resolutely does not look at Cas right now. He especially doesn’t look at his lips. Nope, that would be a bad idea. He needs to pay attention to the road. 

“I said,” Sam starts imperiously, “that I was reading this article about regional dialect, and there was this link to a quiz at the bottom. It’s supposed to guess where you’re from based on your vocabulary. I think we should take turns taking the quiz.”

“Huh, alright. Lay it on me.”

Sam starts in on a series of questions, asking Dean how he pronounces different words and the terminology he uses for a variety of commonplace objects. The others in the car offer their own commentary, especially Claire.

“There’s no way people call a water fountain that.”

“Claire, you’re literally from the midwest. Have you never heard anyone refer to it like that?”

“I like that word,” Jack says, not looking up from his game.

“It is a fun word,” Eileen agrees. “Bubbler.”

“Sam, did it give you my social security number yet?”

Sam is frowning in the rearview, clearly puzzled. “Actually, it can’t seem to pinpoint your region. Your map is showing some similarity everywhere.”

Dean thinks on this for a moment before he gets it.

“Dude, we were raised on the road. You and I have picked up words from everywhere.”

“Oh, I guess that makes sense. So we have generic dialects then?”

“Guess so.”

Soon, Claire demands to take the quiz, and is the first one who gets a fairly accurate location, unsurprisingly. She’s spent more of her life in the midwest than not. 

Cas thinks the quiz is a waste of time (“I don’t think they have enochian in their database, Dean.”), but he indulges his family anyway.

“Cas, the results are showing your location as somewhere around… Kansas.”

“I do spend most of my time in Kansas.” His tone is dirt dry, but Dean can tell he’s secretly amused by all of this dialect business.

“You’re a billion years old. Have a few years in Kansas really made that much of a difference?” Claire asks.

Cas tilts his head, meets Dean’s eyes with intention. “Perhaps.”

Oh, he’s flirting with you.

Dean swallows. Cas can definitely see that he’s blushing now. 

……… 

Sam seems to be down a dialect rabbit hole today, telling them facts about different regions and how they developed linguistically over time. By the time he reaches a few articles about New England, everyone's a little punch drunk and overtired. Dean is determined to make this drive in one go. The others can sleep if they want. He just needs a little coffee in him, and he’ll be able to make it to Cleveland before he switches off with Sam. 

“Get this. People in Massachusetts and Rhode Island emphasize things they really like as ‘wicked.’” 

Dean snorts, startling a half-asleep Claire from where she’s been nodding off against his shoulder. She glares at him, earning an apologetic grin.

Cas, who has been “resting his eyes” but is seemingly aware of this conversation, murmurs a request for an example from Sam. Dean wants to wrap him in a blanket so fucking bad right now.

“So uh, imagine you’re eating a good sandwich.”

“I don’t know what a good sandwich tastes like, Sam. I don’t need to eat.”

“It’s just a hypothetical.”

“I personally like the footlongs from Subway.”

“Gross, Dean.” Sam pulls a face.

“The more inches the better, right Cas?” He winks at the angel. The look he gets in return is so worth Sam’s disgusted noises from the back. Half-lidded eyes track lazy and hot over his frame from the passenger side. Dean finds his lips suddenly very dry.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Your face says otherwise, Sunshine.

“Anyways,” Sam coughs, “someone from New England might say the sandwich is wicked good or wicked awesome.”

“Doesn’t wicked have a negative connotation?”

“Normally, yes. But people make their own rules for this stuff, man.”

“After all this time on earth, humanity finds new ways to surprise me.”

“I’ll bet.” Sam chuckles.

“Hey Sam, what do they call a sandwich in New England?”

“They have a few terms for sandwiches. Subs, spukies, grinders-” Sam cringes, immediately knowing he messed up. “No, Dean. Don’t.”

“Grinder?”

“Please.”

“But Sammy-,”

“Stop.”

“I don’t even know her!”

Sam groans and buries his face in his hands. Dean for one is very pleased with himself. And hey, he even made Cas crack a smile.

“That was a wicked good joke, Dean.” Eileen, apparently not asleep, chimes in. 

“I’m here all night.”

“I don’t get it.” Jack is right behind Dean, so silent for the past hour that Dean forgot he doesn’t need sleep. Dean immediately does damage control to spare himself from Cas’ wrath.

But he’s hot when he’s mad.

Shut the fuck up, brain.

“I’ll explain it when you’re a little older, kid. Adult joke.”

“But physically I’m-,”

“Don’t care. You’re not old enough.”

“Dean!”

“Talk to your dad about it.” He means Cas, who does not look happy to be saddled with this conversation, but he forgets one important thing about Jack.

He is swiftly reminded.

“Which one?”

“The one who isn’t Lucifer, obviously.”

“You? I’m already talking to you.”

Dean gapes, just a little. He won’t get emotional about Jack seeing him as a father figure. He won’t.

Wait.

“Kid, you ain’t fooling me. You know I’m referring to Cas. Talk to him about it. He makes the rules.”

“Oh, but I was hoping you could override them.”

Dean’s mind is going down a very specific path regarding Cas and rules, so it takes him a second too long to catch up. Unfortunately for his overheated brain, Cas decides to intervene.

“Dean knows better than that.” There’s a suggestion in that rather confident statement that makes Dean go hot all over, the tips of his ears burning and his palms sweating. 

He really likes this, the back and forth routine they’ve got going on right now. They haven’t had sex yet, content for now to let things simmer while they get used to each other in this new capacity. They haven’t really talked about it either. There seems to be an understanding between them that they are both ready, and have been ready in some way for twelve years, but neither of them have made a move.

It feels less like first time nervousness and more like a game. It’s anticipation undercut with mutual responsibility and respect for each other. Cat and mouse, a delicate dance, etcetera. Bottom line is, Dean loves this, and he loves Cas even more. 

………

Sam takes the wheel in Ohio, and Dean passes out for a few hundred miles.

When he wakes up with a familiar crick in his neck, they’re well into Connecticut. The trees lining the freeway are a watercolor riot of red, yellow, and orange leaves and striking birch bark. He presses his palm against the window, feeling the chill seep into his hand from the pane. It must be early, then.

“Morning sleepyhead.” He’s greeted by a grinning Eileen, whose shoulder he has definitely not been drooling on this whole time. He knows immediately by the sing-songy cadence of her voice that she has a picture stored away for blackmail.

In the front seat, a ray of morning sun lights up Cas’ side profile as he appears to be deep in a discussion with Claire and Sam. Dean forgets all about his blackmail suspicions, breath caught in his chest and warmth percolating through his body at the sight of him.

It’s not even lust, is the craziest part. Obviously he feels desire too, but this is much bigger than that. Because for a moment, his sore neck and pins and needles and the other occupants of this car whom he cares deeply about all fade away when he simply looks at Cas. 

Goddamn, I want to wake up to see your face every day. 

He must’ve prayed it, because Cas turns to look at him with a smile so sweet, Dean swears his tooth begins to ache. 

Dean thinks, certainly not for the first or last time, that he might be dreaming. That Cas, grounding, charming, genuine, stubborn, perfect Cas couldn’t possibly be real. But when the angel winks like a dork and turns Dean’s insides into mush, what he does know is that what they have is too wicked damn awesome to ever let go.

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Hi! I just recently found your Daniel in Denial fic in AO3 and I just wanted you to know that it's incredible, I'm really glad that you decided to go through with the crack route instead of the serious one because it's hilarious.

I was wondering if you would expand on the whole "Danny Phantom doesn't believe that Danny Fenton" exists idea because that extra garnish of ridiculous will be hilarious!

Like, the Casper Highschool students confront Danny about it and he's just like.

Phantom: Danny Fenton doesn't actually exist! I might have been human once but that doesn't mean that I have a random twin-doppelganger-person-clone-whatever with a pun of my last name. Seriously, what was Technus thinking? How could anyone, even Skulker, fall for that?

Fenton: Danny Phantom? You guys aren't even trying anymore, seriously? A ghost twin/doppelganger/clone superhero with a pun of my last name for his last name? You think I'd believe that?

Danny in his head immediately after both encounters: Wtf, wtf, wtf. Danny what are you doing? Why are you acknowledging the fact that other you exists??? Why are you pointing out the fact that you like a ghost that everyone sees on a daily basis????

Danny a week later up-ing the ante by involving Danielle to be a "paradox fixer from an aternate-future-timeline dedicated to making sure Phantom and Fenton never meet": Holy shit this actually hilarious, wtf.

Danielle beside him, checking over the list of chores that Clockwork sent her to do after having finished laughing her ass off about Danny's latest shenanigans: He's technically not even lying!

Thanks :D

Hmm, okay. So, I think the way Danny's been handling everything is 'don't stop long enough for them to question it'. Descending to rationality? That would be his downfall. The way I've been thinking about the choice to make Phantom 'not believe in' Fenton is that it was yet another escalation in the implausible deniability of Danny's life.

But yeah lmao it would be amusing, if someone were to get a little to close to connecting the dots, for Danny to give them a completely different conspiracy to latch onto.

Wes, looking at Phantom's disbelief in Fenton: What's going on? What's the relationship?

Ellie: Listen up, buddy. We can't have you connecting them.

Wes: This is my room what- WHAT THEY'RE CONNECTED I'VE CONNECTED THE DOTS-

Ellie, conjuring gun out of nowhere: You have not connected any dots. Do you understand?

Wes, sweating: Dammit you can't do this to me