#he will still do pranks

[twistedroseytoesy]

The Haunted Mansion

another song! this time for the ghosts of ramshackle! also I named them since they are only called ghost A, B, and C.

ghost A- a very thin, old, and gangly looking ghost. I name him Aaron.

ghost B- fairly normal proportions. I name this one Berry.

ghost C- larger and rounded ghost. I name him Cyrus.

The two other ghosts in this fic will be "Ghost host" and "little Leota"

A/N: sorry the song changes writing style, I realized the way I started writing it would be way too long. here's the video I recommend having on as you read.

Yet another day of chaos for the poor prefect of ramshackle. The day had been long with Ace being extra annoying and troublesome. Even physically dragging them away from the rickety dorm when they tried to head back. He prommised dinner though for some more hangout time so the redhead happily kept them away from home for a bit longer.

Once dinner was over he walked them back, which was even more suspicous than the dinner and him constantly draging them around all day.

"what's up with you?" they asked bluntly as they reached the front dead lawn of the dorm.

"eh? what's up with me? I don't know what you're talking about," he said crossing his arms defensively.

"Ace." They hissed warningly.

"OK, OK! I may or may not have summoned a bunch of ghosts when setting up a prank! they then started to chase after me and I panicked and threw the prank bomb into the house..." He explained arms moving wildly with his story.

If the prefects' looks could kill Ace would be 12 feet under by now. "You summoned more ghosts, and pissed them off with a prank bomb?!" they yelled at him. "and you kept this from me all day?! what did you expect to happen by now?! what did you expect me to do about this?!" they screamed face red with anger.

"OK jeez! I know I messed up! I'll help you beat up the ghosts and it'll be fine." he said waving his hands in a dismissive way. "besides it's a harmless prank, just a song bomb."

Mc took a deep calming breath before glaring again. "great singing ghosts. and just how many are we going to be dealing with. 3 with just grim was difficult."

"I think I summoned like 2? so 5 isn't too bad, besides 3 of them are your buddies, they wouldn't hurt us, right?" he asked looking a bit nervous.

"they won't hurt me or grim or any guests of the dorm." they said putting emphasis on guests. "you weren't a guest, so they had every right to kick you out. Glad they tried too." they spat.

"Ouch. Ok then. Will I be a guest if I come in with you?" Ace asked

"Unfortunately yes, now come on. We've got some ghosts to listen to and sort out." Mc said stomping up to the old wooden front door. Just as they reached out to grab the doorknob the heavy door swung inward and a puff of pink smoke blasted out onto the two coughing students.

"Bleh, oh man I forgot how bad those bombs smelled." Ace coughed. Mc just gagged a bit themselves before straightening, hearing the ominous notes of a deep organ and a few voices they recognized. They grabbed Ace's hand and dragged him behind them into the dark manor. The door squeaked loudly as it closed behind the pair, plunging them into darkness.

The two froze in the pitch black that surrounded them, and just before they could say anything a small glowing whisp appeared in front of the duo. The whisp suddenly grew a face, arms, and a hat and gave a loud "BOO" as she finished transforming. Ace shrieked as the mc just rolled their eyes at the jumpscare and aces reaction.

The ghost cackled at ace and frowned at the Mc. "well, lookie here! we got ourselves a pair of living folk! hows about we give you a tour? We've been fixing up the place after someone made quite a mess." the ghost said in a high pitched gravelly voice before appearing behind the two students. Ace scrambled forward and the mc started to walk along the dim hallway, illuminated only by the ghost's light. "I'm Leota. And I proudly present, the haunted mansion!" They said as the group entered the foyer.

Candles glowed with eerie white light as they flickered into life. the music flared and a deep voice boomed through the room, rattling some of the walls.

"When hinges creak in doorless chambers And strange and frightening sounds Echo through the halls"

the voice boomed and the eerie sound of wind and whispered voices came from down some of the hallways.

"Whenever candle lights flicker Where the air is deathly still"

The white flames flickered and dimmed, many going out.

"That is the time when ghosts are present Practicing their terror with ghoulish delight"

The maker of the voice appeared through one of the nearby walls, causing ace to yelp and hide behind the Mc. The ghost had a rounded belly and thick arms, he looked similar to Cyrus but had a bowler hat, a cane with a cat skull on its top, and a bow tie holding his ghostly cape to his pale body.

"Welcome to the haunted mansion. we hope you enjoy the show," he announced in his deep loud voice. With a swish of his cane, a ghostly magic swirled about the two, taking the form of a coffin, Mc in the front with ace sitting behind them as it levitated and moved toward the stairs.

"o-oh great seven were going to die." ace whimpered trying to get up but finding he was stuck in his position.

"oh calm down, I know ghosts, and these guys want to have some fun. Relax." They said somewhat twisting to try and pat his head, he swatted at their hands causing both to smile a bit in the somewhat eerie and interesting situation. The coffin stopped at the top of the first set of stairs, turning to look down a dark hallway. the strange and somewhat chaotic organ solo reached its end they saw the 3 ramshackle ghost pop out of different doorways, singing to new and upbeat music.

"When the crypt doors creak And the tombstones quake" Cyrus sang doing spirals in the air above the two guests.

"Spooks come out for a swinging wake" berry and Aaron sang back. "Happy haunts materialize," Cyrus said appearing next to the other spirits. "And begin to vocalize" Aaron and berry sang spinning around Cyrus before he joined in the spinning "Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize!" the ghosts all sang together.

"Now don't close your eyes And don't try to hide" Cyrus started using his big hands to cover the two student vision for a moment.

"Or a silly spook may sit by your side" Berry sang, now sitting on the edge of the moving coffin, making Ace yell and swing his hand only going through the air as berry disappeared with a chuckle.

"Shrouded in a daft disguise They pretend to terrorize" Ace sang as his eyes turned a dead blue color.

"Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize"

The Mc watched as Leota left Ace's body and joined in the singing as the different spirits danced and moved through the air, phasing through objects or popping up around the two as they continued down the hall. The two only watched, ace staying on guard and jumping every once in a while.

Cyrus: As the moon climbs high o'er the dead oak tree Others: Spooks arrive for the midnight spree Cyrus: Creepy creeps with eerie eyes Aaron then berry: Start to shriek! and harmonize All: Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

Cyrus: When you hear the knell of a requiem bell Leota flashing brightly: Weird glows gleam where spirits dwell Cyrus: Restless bones etherealize Ghost host materializing 2x his size before shrinking back to normal: Rise as spooks of every size

They all cackled disappearing as the two ascended more stairs. the singing continued quickly once they reached the top.

Leota: When the crypt doors creak And the tombstones quake Spooks come out for a swinging wake Happy haunts materialize And begin to vocalize Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

Ghost host: Now don't close your eyes And don't try to hide Or a silly spook may sit by your side Shrouded in a daft disguise Leota: They pretend to terrorize Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

Aaron: As the moon climbs high o'er the dead oak tree Spooks arrive for the midnight spree Creepy creeps with eerie eyes Start to shriek and harmonize Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

Berry: When you hear the knell of a requiem bell Weird glows gleam where spirits dwell Restless bones etherealize! Rise as spooks of every size, oh yes they did!

Ace shuddered as the air grew very cold around them, Mc paled a bit as they noticed a summoning circle in the large room at the end of the hall. when they entered the room they heard a cacophony of other voices, with some ghoulish shriek-singing in the background of the song repeating again.

???: When the crypt doors creak And the tombstones quake Spooks come out for a swinging wake Happy haunts materialize And begin to vocalize Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

???: Now don't close your eyes And don't try to hide Or a silly spook may sit by your side Shrouded in a daft disguise They pretend to terrorize All: Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

the voices continued to change, some high some low taking the melody and harmony. creating a mesmerising yet confusing melody that had the two mortals enraptured, watching different shapes whisp around the room.

???: As the moon climbs high o'er the dead oak tree Spooks arrive for the midnight spree Creepy creeps with eerie eyes Start to shriek and harmonize Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

???: When you hear the knell of a requiem bell Weird glows gleam where spirits dwell Restless bones etherealize Rise as spooks of every size!

The voices all cackled in swirling masses before the lights cut. The two stared into the darkness for a second before Aaron, Berry, and Cyrus appeared in a line in front of the coffin holding white flamed candles.

Ghost A,B,C: If you would like to join our jamboree There's a simple rule that's compulsory Mortals pay a token fee bowing their heads then winking: Rest in peace, the haunting's free So hurry back, we would like your company~

they held the last note as the coffin moved out of the room and over the railing, floating back to the foyer and toward the front doorway. "Hurry back~ Hurry back~ Be sure to bring your death certificate." Leota's voice said.

The two suddenly fell onto their butts when the coffind dissapeared once outside of the house. Mc grunted and ace groaned as he pulled himself off the ground alsong with mc.

"uhhhh, wow. Was not expecting that..." ace said scratching the back of his head.

"Seems like Leota and the ghost host left on their own. they have been here all day." The mc mused, now walking back toward the house .

"where are you going?!" ace said reaching out to grab theri arm. They moved out of the way before he could grab them.

"going to go to bed, everything's done its course, there's no need to worry. besides I'm pretty sure grim was hiding in the bedroom the whole time. I need to make sure he didn't break anything." they said grabbing the door handle and opening the door. "Besides it may be a haunted mansion but it's my haunted mansion. goodnight Ace, I hope you learned your lesson." they closed the door behind them leaving ace to question the sanity of his best friend as he quickly walked back to his own dorm, feeling uneasy the whole way back.

Latter on he wished he recorded the whole thing, no one believed his ramblings of the haunting ride in the ramshackle dorm.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Cruel and Unusual Punishments (the PSA episode).

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[hijinxinprogress]

12 year old tim realizing robin’s not coming back to gotham and deciding that it’s Batman’s fault so he has to ruin the little bit of sanity and peace of mind Bruce has managed (read: struggled) to keep in his grasp:

[itslilacokay]

HE GOT OUT GUYS NO WAY (this is a definitely real ava 11 screenshot)

[hideawayfairy]

Headcanon: Ozzie's Palace is a disaster on April Fool's cuz Fizz goes all out pranking everyone. Every corner? Prank. Every door? Hiding a prank behind. You think opening that book or file is safe? Nope! Prank! No one is safe, not even Ozzie.

[saltycharacters]

[ID: Digital artwork featuring Shimazaki Ryou from Mob Psycho 100, with some cameos from Serizawa Katsuya and Reigen Arataka. First drawing has Shimazaki in a casual pose as he rests one hand on his hip and the other grasps his white cane. He's wearing a short pink dress with a leather jacket, heels, some pointy jewlery and leggings, smiling smugly. The next image is a rough comic following Shimazaki as he infiltrates Serizawa's home, the text above it stating "Headcanon: Shimazaki likes to teleport into Serizawa's house and steal his food bc he's too nice to stop him". The first panel shows Serizawa flicking the light on, asking in exasperated disbelief, "Shimazaki. Whya re you in my kitchen at 3 am" as Shimazaki casually responds with "Heeeey bud don't mind me just doing a late night food run". Next panel has Serizawa and Reigen sharing a couch as Shimazaki rumages through the kitchen in the background, the words "After Reigen moves in" written near the top. Reigen is facing the kitchen with a confused glare, angrily questioning, "WHY is he in our apartment" while Serizawa stares at the tv in tired acceptance as he responds with "Ignore him". Shimazaki, from the kitchen, inquires "Yo Serizawa did you change the location of the pretzels I can't find them", followed by "3rd cabinet to the left" from Serizawa and a "Thanks" from Shimazaki. End ID]

Shimazaki headcanons for the win

[daily-ethoslab]

[744]I found ethos newest LP epesode (586) super fun as I love looking through old chests on worlds that have been around for ages. And it also has the spring cleaning feel that’s nice hehe

[hailsatanacab]

"give me a fandom and a prompt and i'll give you at least five sentences"

Ok then.

Jazz, Danny and Bruce are in the same age range, and Bruce has been harboring a massive crush on 7'foot tall Jazz since just after he began his training journey.

His kids know about and are mercyless. Danny thinks he's a bit of a fruit loop and 100% knows Bruce has a crush on his sister.

Into the future his coworkers find out that batman has been quietly pining after the Ghost Kings sister for years.

Chaos.

love that this reads as a challenge. Ok then. Write it. i will, let's goooo!

(sorry i kinda took it so that Jazz, Danny, and Bruce were all old friends but in that horrible adult way where you can only hang out with each other once in a blue moon when your work schedules miraculously align)

——

"Respectfully, Batman, you can take your "it's not necessary" and you can shove it up your arse. There's a demon the size of a skyscraper heading towards Metropolis and we need reinforcements."

"Superman can—"

"Superman can't. You do remember the part of the report I made telling you this, right? Or did your stubborn little bat brain just shut down when I mentioned magic?"

"Actually," Nightwing interrupts from the side, a shit-eating grin on his face, "I think his brain shut down when you mentioned the Ghost King."

"Nightwing." Batman growls in warning, his jaw clenching so hard Constantine can swear he hears the bones creaking.

Nightwing just snickers, and turns away to press a finger to his ear, no doubt letting the rest of the bat brood in on what's happening here... Whatever that is. All Constantine knows is that Batman is standing between him and fixing this mess for no God-forsaken reason.

Luckily, some of the more reasonable members of the League step in to try and talk some sense into Batman. It gives him some time to calm down.

"Batman. We need him. I know you dislike working with unknowns, but he's our best shot."

It actually looks like Wonder Woman might be getting through to him, Batman even opens his mouth to actually explain some things—a huge step forward for this incredibly emotionally constipated man.

Instead, Nightwing snorts and beats him to it. "Unknowns? More like—"

"Nightwing, please."

"Oh, for Pete's sake, get your head out of your arse and let me do this. The Ghost King is our only hope. I'm summoning him, no matter what you say."

For a long second, Constantine thinks that he'll refuse and he might have to resort to more violent methods of persuasion—which, honestly, Constantine has fantasised about many times during the more boring JL meetings—but eventually, Batman relents and steps out of the way.

"Fine. Nightwing, go check in with Red Robin."

Nightwing has the kind of devious smile that makes John glad he doesn't have kids.

"Oh, don't worry about it, B. Red Robin's coming here. So's Red Hood, I don't need to go anywhere."

"Nightwing—"

"Sh, it's starting." So saying, Nightwing then very obviously ignores Batman's protests with a poker face that even Constantine envies. What he wouldn't give to be able to shut the bat out like that.

The summoning goes quickly, thankfully. The lights flicker, the temperature drops, and the chalk circle erupts in green flames. Standard summoning practices, sure. Even the impromptu appearance of Red Hood and Red Robin—"Did we miss him?", "No, not yet! I got 2:37, what about you guys?"—doesn't throw him off.

It does pique his interest, though. Just what the hell is going on with them? Constantine's weighing up the pros and cons of asking them once all of this is over when the ground splits open and the clawed hand of the Ghost King begins to pull himself out of the ground.

John's a seasoned summoner. It's practically his job, he's done it countless times.

The icey fear that grips his heart, that freezes his breath in his chest, is new.

Pure, unadulterated power floods the area and he feels small, so, so small, like a child playing with things he doesn't understand. When he finally tears his eyes away from the portal, he catches a glimpse of the other magic users in the room, the same horror he feels clear in their faces. Even Captain Marvel stares slackjawed.

The pressure rises, death magic screaming in his ears, almost forcing him to his knees, and suddenly he's not so sure this is a good idea.

Too late to back out now, though.

Sickly green light pours from the crack in the ground, growing brighter and brighter as the giant figure rises, until Constantine has to close his eyes and look away. The last thing he sees are eyes, teeth, horns, a crown so bright that it burns an afterimage into his retinas.

When the light dies down and he opens his eyes again, a humanoid man floats in the centre of the circle. The ground is whole, nothing is burning, the man doesn't even have a crown. Instead, other than the wispy white hair, slightly green skin, and the—you know—floating, the Ghost King appears pretty normal. Huh.

Constantine blinks, rubbing his bleary eyes, and checks around to make sure everyone's okay. Most of the League are doing the same as him, taking fortifying breaths and trying to appear as if they've not just been completely blinded.

Most of them, that is, aside from the Gotham vigilantes.

Batman himself stands upright, arms crossed, looking completely unbothered by the whole thing and John's got to admit, he wishes he could do that, too. That was... a hell of a show.

The others, however, are waving frantically with huge smiles on their faces.

What?

There's a brief, taut silence, as everyone else tries to catch their breath.

As much as he would rather take a bit of a breather, John should probably start making introductions. Unfortunately, he only gets as far as opening his mouth before the Ghost King beats him to it.

"Oh, Ancients, hey guys! It's been forever, how are you? Look at you all, so grown up, wow—Nightwing, buddy, do a flip!"

It doesn't take much to get Nightwing going, and he certainly doesn't leave it at one flip. The whole of the Justice League and Justice League Dark watch with open mouths as Nightwing performs for the Ghost King.

What, and John can't stress this enough, the fuck?

As soon as Nightwing rights himself, Red Hood swats him across the back of the head and calls him a show off.

The Ghost King just laughs as he claps. "There's my little monkey, look at you go! And I'm loving that leather jacket, Hood, is that new? Looks good on you, really your colour. Brings out the red in your helmet."

"Thanks, Uncle D. At least someone around here appreciates fashion."

"Are you kidding me, you know I breathe fashion, need I remind—"

"Need I remind you of the Discowing incident?"

"That was era-appropriate and you know it! Uncle D, tell him it was era-appropriate!"

"It was era-appropriate, but so are crocs and it doesn't make them fashionable." The Ghost King—and holy shit, is this actually the Ghost King? Or did Constantine just accidentally summon a deceased family member, what the fuck is happening here?—turns to look at Red Robin with a smile, resolutely ignorning the argument he created. "How you doing, Double R? You get that tablet Tucker made for you?"

"Yes, thank you! It's so cool, how did he—"

"How's Tucker doing?" Batman interrupts, his hands now hidden underneath his cape.

As soon as the question leaves his lips, everyone groans. Red Robin makes a show of lifting up his wrist and staring at it intently.

"Incredible," Red Hood mutters with a shake of his head.

Even the Ghost King seems put out, rolling his eyes and answering in a flat tone as if he knows Batman isn't interested in what he has to say.

Not for the first time, Constantine feels like he's missing something.

"Tucker's doing very well, thank you for asking."

What follows is the most awkward silence Constantine has ever had the pleasure to be a part of.

All three of the Gotham vigilantes, including the Ghost King, are staring at Batman, waiting for something. Batman's cloak shifts as if he's moving his hands, fidgeting. If Constantine didn't know any better, he'd say he was nervous.

"Good. That's good, I'm glad to hear it."

Instead of saying anything else, the Ghost King just raises his eyebrows and continues to stare at Batman. Has he offended him in some way? Are they all going to die because of this?

After what seems like an agonising few minutes but could only really be a few seconds, Batman's shoulders dip and he takes a breath. "And Jazz?"

They all erupt into shouts, the Ghost King being the loudest. The only thing John can make out is when the Ghost King throws his hand in the air to point at Red Robin with a shout of "Time!"

"1:30.91, we got 1:30.91 on the clock, who's closest?"

"Did you even try to hold it in at all, old man? I'm so disappointed in you. People think you're cool. People think you're suave, I don't understand how they could be so wrong."

"Thank you for that, Hood."

"No, thank you, I won. Again. Because you're so predictable. Actually, I had one minute seventeen, so you held out longer than I thought you would."

Batman pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs loudly.

Constantine feels like doing the same thing.

Whatever. He's going to have to interrupt... whatever this is. There's still a rampaging demon heading their way that they've got to bargain for. He can untangle Batman's personal connection to the Ghost King later. Or he could leave it alone and forget everything about it.

Yeah, he'll do that one.

But before he can actually open his mouth to say anything, the Ghost King, again, beats him to it.

"So, B-Man, did you summon me here for a particular reason, or was it really just so you could ask about Jazz?"

There's a beat of silence before Batman mutters, "I asked about Tucker, too. We've not seen each other in so long, it's only polite."

"And I'm sure you meant it, you're the paragon of manners." The Ghost King nods slow and wide-eyed as if he doesn't believe him at all.

At this point, even Constantine doesn't believe him.

"It has been forever, though." The Ghost King muses, bringing his hand to his chin and folding his legs underneath him. "We should all get together sometime! If you get Alfie to make some of his cookies again, I'll get Clockwork to lend us a pocket dimension where we can spend as much time as we want, deal?"

"It's a deal."

No hesitation at all, incredible.

Hold on. Wait. John has to fight the urge to pinch himself, because this has to be a dream, right? Is Batman actually smiling? He didn't even know he could do that.

An itch niggles at the back of John's mind. He's starting to get an inkling of what's going on here and it's... weird, to say the least.

"Oooh," Nightwing singsongs, like a child in a playground tickled by the very idea of romance.

But then, who's he to judge? John's no stranger to strange bedfellows, that's for sure. Whoever this Jazz is, she must be something incredible—she'd have to be, if Batman can't even go two minutes without asking about her.

"Batman and Jasmine sitting in a tree," Nightwing continues, with both Red Hood and Red Robin joining in for the rest. "K—I—S—S—I—"

"Stop," Batman growls, completely drowned out by the Ghost King's laughter, but...

But.

It all suddenly clicks for John.

The Ghost King Phantom.

Her Royal Highness, Princess Jasmine Phantom.

Jazz.

"Holy shit, mate," John breathes, unable to stop himself as everyone looks his way. "You have the hots for the Princess of the Infinite Realms?"

The Justice League meeting room has never descended into chaos quicker.

[happi-dreams]

my brain has been disintegrating

but i was thinking about if rex could’ve actually been saved and just sorta chilled with everyone now (kinda)

[madebypointlesswords]

Merthur shenanigans after Arthur returned pt.4

Arthur's first time at Applebees: Merlin: Welcome to Applebees, would you like apples or bees Arthur: bees? Merlin: HE HAS SELECTED THE BEES! Arthur: Wait- Employee: *reaches for a jar of bees, violently shaking it* Arthur: WAIT-

[kittykatninja321]

(Ok, I’m gonna basically repeat something I’ve already said in my mutual’s replies because the urge to yap about this has been keeping me up at night). Anyways, to me the drama of Dick and Jason’s pre-DITF relationship comes not from not from conflict between them (I don’t think Dick was mean to Jason for more than a day), but rather from the fact that the relationship never reached its full potential. I kinda see their relationship as somewhat paradoxical, while they do have a special connection on account of being in each other’s 1st brother, they’re not as close as they could’ve been, certainly not as close as Dick and Tim.

I just don’t think there’s any way they could’ve been super close. Dick is a young adult in a far away city dealing with his own life, realistically it’s not really his fault if he doesn’t have the time to hang with kid adopted brother every weekend. It’s not that I think that they never hung out, (there’s been retroactive additions to interactions between Dick and Robin Jason, which have been pretty cute for the most part), I just can’t see them being super best brothers. Maybe they could’ve gotten there if they had more time, maybe they were in the process of getting there, but Jason dies before they get the chance, the tragedy of their relationship comes from what could’ve been.

Another thing that leads me to this interpretation is the way Dick talks to Bruce about Jason’s death in Titans #55

Despite his intense reaction to the news earlier, when he talks to Bruce it sorta feels like he’s talking to Bruce about a relative that Bruce lost, but there’s a degree of separation between himself and Jason. Now this could totally just be me and no else see’s it that way, but that’s the vibe I got

But the main reason that I don’t think that Dick and Jason could have been particularly close follows the reasoning of “if Jason felt like he had someone like Dick Grayson looking out for him, he would’ve acted differently”. If there’s anything I think is a worthwhile take away from the infamous “Jason attacking Tim in Titans tower” issue is the part where Jason says something along the lines of “maybe if I had had the sort of friends Tim has, things would’ve gone differently for me”. Like YEAH Jason’s behavior pre-death does not align with the behavior of someone who has a robust social network/feels supported. He rushes to look for his mother after feeling rejected by Bruce because he’s desperate for family, and that sort of desperation doesn’t come out of nowhere. If Jason had felt like he had other lifelines I think he would’ve acted differently. So no I don’t think he could’ve had a super close knit relationship with Dick

To me the ultimate theme of Dick and Jason’s relationship pre death is “ mourning what could’ve been” which makes a great backdrop for all of the post resurrection drama. Like I genuinely lowkey think of brothers in blood as Jason’s honest attempt at brotherly bonding, he was leaving dead prey on Dick’s doorstep like a cat with a high prey drive. Murder just isn’t a love language for Dick the way it is for Jason 😔

[xmischiefmaker]

Really wish we got more time with Loki and Thor together in the MCU, because the opportunity to have Thor fuck with Loki's hair to make it static - just to piss him off - is phenomenal

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

I think of so many stupid shenanigans between Wriothesley and his daughters in the Addison Lee verse. They tell Wriothesley crazy shit all the time, their daddy-daughter secrets, and it drives Neuvillette nuts that Wriothesley won't snitch.

Sigewinne, whispering into his ear: Today at school I punched a boy because he was being mean. I waited until it was recess, and made sure that no one was watching, and I punched him. Everyone knows he is a liar, so noooo one believed him when he cried about it. And Sigewinne is aaaalways a superstar so Mr Vautrin didn't suspect a thing !

Wriothesley, mildly concerned: Uh huh.

Sigewinne: Papa would say Sigewinne has to be nice to everyone, but, Sigewinne thinks bullies need to get punched sometimes, b'cos, b'cos otherwise, they think everyone is just gonna let them be mean

Wriothesley: Y'know what. That's fair

[catfacedcat]

random stuffs from last night idk whar i was doing

[seriousbrat]

i dont think its fair to say sirius almost murdered a student, he just told snape how to get to the shack, severus did it all by himself he knew that there was a werewolf

yeah, and sirius (very intelligent) had absolutely no way to predict what snape (very obsessed with the marauders) might do with that information

i'm sorry there's just no way it wasn't on purpose, and clearly he didn't regret it later:

[bubzterr]

i’ll never finish this so likeeeee NICE DEAD PARENTS AND PLANET AND RACE. loser. GO CRY ABOUT IT