#find it in a bottle

[rainbow-multishipper]

What is Qrow x Willow?

Hiya! Personally I use Flying South or Find It In A Bottle for Qrow and Willow.

Thanks for the suggestion! Remember ask box is OPEN for Ship Summaries, Headcannon Requests and Ship Trials!

[applebugg]

Vintage pink glass perfume bottle

[enigmaris]

Red Hood held out his now uncovered hand as if to ask for a hand shake. Danny floated a bit closer and reached out with his own gloved finger. He poked into the back of the guy’s hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Dude, what if you’re contagious?”

“Can ghosts get sick?” Nightwing asked.

“There are ghost diseases, yeah.” Danny answered, still poking at Red Hood’s hand. “No ghost antibiotics, though. You just have to tough it out.”

“Is that what I have?”

“No.” Danny said. “You have something easier to fix.”

Danny floated back so that he was eye level with the two taller heroes. He folded his arms across his chest and looked at Red Hood.

“So, like. Is there a private place we could chat?”

“Private?” Nightwing asked. “Why? It isn’t fatal, is it?”

“Uh no? It's just personal. What’s it called Hippo? The doctor thing.”

“Are you talking about HIPAA?” Red Hood asked, sounding confused.

“That’s it!” Danny snapped a finger and pointed at Red Hood. “It’s personal medical info. We are on a rooftop in the middle of the biggest city I’ve ever been in. Do you want to go somewhere private?”

“I uh... No, here is fine.”

"Okay.” Danny said. “Cool then. So, these Lazarus Pits? I’ve never seen one, but I have heard of them from other older ghosts. Except we don’t call them that. They’re relatively common in the zone, but the locations are secret, you have to know someone who knows someone ya know?”

“Well, what are they?”

“Distilleries.”

“What?” Red Hood managed to look absolutely flabbergasted even with the full faced motorcycle helmet covering his head.

“Ghosts can’t eat human food, right? I mean we can, but we don’t taste anything. We don’t have the physical parts to digest human food and enjoy it like we did when we were alive.” Danny explained. “It’s the same thing for things like alcohol and drugs and things. So, a lot of adult ghosts still want to get drunk even though they’re dead. I died before 21 so I wouldn’t know, but like, there’s a desire for it.”

“What does this have to do with the Lazarus Pits?”

"Well, in order to make something we can taste, it has to be made with ectoplasm. Alcohol is not as easy to make as other stuff for ghosts. Alcohol is made using fermentation, right? Well ectoplasm doesn’t really. Do that. I mean ectoplasm is either inert or charged with emotional energy, if it gets charged enough it will form a ghost or spirit or something. It’s basically impossible to like, make ectoplasm ferment without risking your alcohol becoming the ghost of wines past.” Danny said, throwing a joke on the end there. Nightwing gave him a smile while Red Hood managed to glare at him through the full red facemask.

“There are ghosts who have figured out how to force ectoplasm to ferment. They basically invented ghost yeast, a sourdough starter of horror if you will. It takes centuries for ectoplasm to get good enough to be considered drinkable alcohol. So, what an enterprising barkeeping ghost will do is find like, an abandoned cave or something, fill it with ectoplasm dump the ghost yeast in there and leave it alone for like a thousand years to ripen. Then they’ll come back, bottle it up and sell it in the zone.” Danny continued.

"Are you telling me Red Hood is ghost drunk?” Nightwing asked.

“I’m saying he has a yeast infection.”

[deathofacupid]

you and gojo who both struggle to adult. it was similar to putting to ditzy toddlers alone in a room, and letting them go haywire. the only difference was, it wasn't toddlers.

"baby?" he'd call, more often than not. "there's nothing to eat."

"didn't we just hit the grocery store?" you groan, setting your phone aside.

he raises his eyebrows, "um... if 'just' was four weeks ago."

"...huh?" you ask, dumbly. "i thought we went, like, a couple days ago." he had to be kidding, right? you get up from the couch, and head into the kitchen.

bare. it was bare.

gojo clicks his tongue, "nope."

"then what did we have for breakfast?" you squint your eyes, trying to remember.

he shrugs, "i had breakfast at the school. wait. what did you have?"

"a super-duper healthy meal, actually. coffee and fruit gummies."

"that's not a meal! that's a snack. and not a very good one," he scolds.

"oops. well, it's not my fault! we didn't have anything to eat!"

"because we haven't gone in a month," he deadpans.

"are you sure it's been a month?"

"baby, do i need to get you, like, a physical calendar?"

you scoff, "no!"

"then what month is it?"

"june?"

"no. july."

"'s the same thing. both start with a 'j'," you mutter.

he rolls his eyes, suppressing a huge grin. "well, we don't have any soda," he informs you, swinging the fridge open, once more.

"soda? it's, like, 10 in the morning."

"i'm thirsty," he whines.

"then drink water. have you had water today?"

"pfft. yeah."

"you've been out training since 4am, and you haven't had water? 'toru!"

"oops," it's his turn to wince.

"am i gonna have to buy another bottle, just so you drink water?"

"oh! actually, there was this super cool-"

"we don't have any room in our cupboards!"

gojo sighs, "wanna hit the supermarket?"

[s0fter-sin]

everyone makes fun of soap when they find out how many hair and skin products he keeps on hand. the cabinet in his bathroom is filled to bursting and he always keeps travel sized bottles on him on missions

when soldiers outside the 141 find out, they call him precious and self-obsessed, a vain pretty boy too preoccupied with his reflection to focus on the enemy. no wonder how he got his callsign. price has given up telling him to leave them on base and just teaches him to individually wrap them so they don’t rattle against each other and give himself away

what they don’t know is that each product contains an ingredient that when mixed with any number of the others, creates potent chemical bombs. he was caught unarmed once, he won’t let it happen again

[entomolog-t]

Day 15: Finding Strength.

PROMPTOBER BABYYY (This had been in the works since G/t July, but it FITS)

FINALLY ABLE TO INTRODUCE ROSE'S DESIGN !!

Ughhh I love these two so much -- I can't wait to post more of these two. I'm still swamped but things are getting better!! Hopefully will be back to regular posting soon ❤

[grimmoriun]

Mouthwashing as joke headlines (x, x, x)

[glossc1]

ganymede doodles ft. zeus(?) 🍎 🦅

more ganymede

[ryssbelle]

Thought of this while at work, sorry it's a bit hard to read I sketched it out really fast before my last shift lmao wanted to get it done so I could work on other stuff hehe

If it's any consultation Floyd is mostly talking about himself

[nerdsandbabyteeth]

Objects

[omegalerc]

when is a good time to discuss Charles Leclerc’s apparent oral fixation..

[shiftythrifting]

The Staff of Extermination

Cousins of the classic Live, Laugh Love sign

Potion residues

TX

[starryemeralds]

“i know the odds of this finding you are slim, but so were the odds of us finding each other in the first place”

someone please force feed drywall to me

[edorazzi]

Happy New Year!!! ✨🎆🌎

Starting out with some Thunderbirds! A dazzling fireworks display as new year rolls across the globe is part of John showing EOS how amazing the world can be, but she's just got to make it murder-y somehow. She's on a learning curve! 🥺

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

ponyboy can make this exact face btw 🥺 if u even care

[crowleyholmes]

"Safety"

I just think he deserves to sit in a window and look at his stars until he falls asleep...