#of her about to (badly) sing a song w/ her guitar after the group fucks something up

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

oop oc concept posting! this bad bitch is for an original story of mine - the main characters are all from different "genres", and i needed One More to round out the group and well. puppet-y guy fit the bill! i can't decide on a name!

she's from a children's show that had a western themed rock group that would provide lessons through the power of Music! she was the band guitarist until she fuckin. fell into the labyrinth & got corrupted by her found family of idiot assholes

[acuppellarp]

Welcome (back!) to A Cup-pella, Aly! We’re excited to have you and Dani Harper in the game! Please go through the checklist to make sure you’re ready to go and send in your account within the next 24 hours.

OOC INFO

Name + pronouns: Aly + She/Her. Age: 27. Timezone: GMT. Ships: Dani/Chemistry. Anti-Ships: Dani/Forced.

IC INFO

Full Name: Danielle Faith Harper. Face Claim: Demi Lovato. Age/Birthday: 23/July 29th. Occupation: Tattoo Artist at Tattoo Envy, and singer/guitar player for Pamela Lansbury. Personality: Driven, Independent, Loud, Loyal, Playful, Sarcastic, Unique. Hometown: Dallas, Texas. Bio: [ HOMOPHOBIA TW, RELIGION CW ]

There are many things that Michael and Renata Harper should not have done, with the main one being making the decision to have children. The fact that Michael had a son already from his previous, very short-lived marriage but only saw on the occasional weekend should’ve been enough to let anybody know that Michael was not parent material, and his wife was not much better. In fact, scratch that—of the two, Renata was much worse. Both raised in strict Catholic households, the Harper’s had certain ideals they had been raised to uphold, most of them entirely backward and outdated, and all revolving around not only respect but also a large fear of God. These ideals where pushed onto their daughter, the one they had never planned but found themselves conceiving anyway, only a few short months into their new marriage.

Danielle was supposed to be the very epitome of perfect. Like all young girls in their close minded hometown, Danielle would be a pretty little ballerina, would wear beautiful, frilly dresses and would worship the heck out of her Lord above. Unfortunately for the Harper’s, they hadn’t counted on creating a child that would have such a strong sense of freewill right from the off. From the toddler years, Danielle was boisterous and loud, though not exactly badly behaved. She just liked to have fun, and could always be found with a smile on her face, as well as some kind of colored sharpie or leftover food from the bowl she’d dumped over her own head earlier that day. She was every bit the handful her parents had never planned for, and as soon as Danielle was old enough, she was tossed right into classes that would hopefully put her on the right track.

First came etiquette classes. Her etiquette teacher, however, Mrs. Newman, would constantly report back to Michael and Renata to let them know that their daughter refused to follow direction, and would constantly correct her, telling her her name was Dani—a shortened version of her name the youngster gave herself early on, but something her parents flat out refused to address her by. Next were ballet classes, where Dani was expected to perfect her pirouettes alongside all of the other good little girls, but could instead be found in a corner of the room, sliding on her knees and playing air guitar. Nevertheless, her parents persisted, with piano lessons up next. Surprisingly, this was an area in which Dani excelled and showed real potential. Unfortunately for them, she seemed bored with the classical music she learned to play by ear, and would instead bang her hands on the keys in what she stated was a “rock” sound. Her parents were less than impressed.

The Harper’s weren’t exactly poor, nor were they rich. They were an average income family, who provided their daughter with only a handful of toys, all of which were very gender specific. Dani was supposed to play with dolls and tea sets, but instead she’d choose to grab a sharpie or crayon and doodle all over the shiny objects. Her parents insisted it was defiance, and that their daughter was an absolute tearaway, but she wasn’t. Dani’s early interest in making “artwork” was a telltale sign of things to come, though Michael and Renata would never acknowledge that. A redeeming factor for Dani was up front in church choir, where she’d sing her heart out with a beaming smile upon her face. It was evident that she’d been blessed with an angelic voice, one her parents could actually be proud of, but they had no interest in her pursuing a musical path. As long as she could sing in church, that was all they wanted.

By the time Dani reached middle school, music had become incredibly important to her. While she’d been pulled from her ballet classes when it became clear that she had no intentions of following any rules or regulations, Dani continued with her piano classes, and became a very skilled little artist. After only two or three times of hearing it, Dani could play almost any tune by ear, and was even gifted her own keyboard for her thirteenth birthday. Her parents had expected her to use it to practice the songs she’d learn in class, but instead Dani found a better use for it. With a clear gift, Dani had begun writing her own music, and eventually lyrics to go along with it. She’d use her keyboard to bring those new creations to life, and much to her parents dismay they were anything but classical. No surprise, when Dani begged her parents for a guitar the following year, their answer was a loud and firm no, but that wouldn’t stop her.

Not fitting in at all with her family, if Dani was not out with friends, she could be found in her bedroom, either writing music or making detailed pieces of beautiful artwork. Her creations were often kind of weird, definitely not the traditional Mona Lisa style, but they were good, Dani knew they were, and she made sure to save every last one of them in a large folder, which would someday become her portfolio. By high school, Dani’s artwork was not the only weird, unique thing about her; her style became just the same. Refusing with no uncertainty to wear dresses and skirts picked out by her mother, Dani could instead be found wearing skinny jeans, band tees and occasional blazers, one day even coming home with her hair dyed bright pink. It was a temporary dye, but her parents were not at all happy. Dani, of course, thought she looked awesome, and had no intentions of ceasing to express her creativity.

Many things changed for Dani in high school. It was during those years that she got her first job, working at a local diner and making pretty great tips thanks to her chatty, friendly nature. It took her a while, but eventually she’d saved up enough money to purchase a secondhand guitar, which Dani taught herself to play using online tutorials and the help of friends. It became the second instrument that Dani could play by ear, and allowed her to spread her wings as far as her own, original music. It was also during her high school years that Dani begun to explore her sexuality, realizing pretty quickly that she was one hundred percent gay. For such a close minded community, the minds of Dani’s friend group were pretty wide open, so when she confessed to her attraction towards the same sex, most were understanding and accepting. Some started to distance from her a little bit, but if that was how they felt about something as natural as sexuality, then that was fine by her, she didn’t need them.

Despite her bold, fierce personality and matching look, one thing Dani did not dare to do was to tell her parents about her lack of interest in the opposite sex, and the secret remained tucked away for the next few years. It’s strange, really, since Dani was always so open about everything else in her life. For some reason, though, maybe because despite their strange views and warped ideas of life and humanity, they were her parents, Dani didn’t want to lose them. She didn’t want to completely disappoint them, so she was happy with keeping that one part of her life a secret. Just that one thing, though. She refused to remain silent about her music, or her love for art, two paths that Dani would go on to follow in spite of her parents distaste for both.

The fact that they kept trying to force various college choices on her that so did not suit her style was laughable, but not surprising. It was clear that the Harper’s had never really known their daughter, and still had a slight glimmer of hope that she’d turn around one day and tell them her whole life until this point had been a big joke, and she was finally ready to obey their wishes. Of course, that didn’t happen, and amidst applications to the colleges she actually wanted, and the constant push from her parents to do and be something entirely different, Dani snapped. She’d never had a terrible temper, but could definitely stand up for herself if needed. The thing was, she just never bothered when it came to her parents. It seemed she’d spent much too long bottling everything up, though, and it was time for her explosion.

Along with telling them just how bad their parenting skills were, and how unfair it was that they’d never really gotten to know her as her own person and not just the unrealistic idea they’d always had for her, Dani also shrugged off her jacket to show them a tattoo she’d gotten inked on her arm behind their back, and then came the big one: “I’m also pretty fucking gay!” The tattoo unveiling had earned a dramatic gasp from her mother and a disappointed head shake from her father, but the loud and proud statement about her sexuality stunned all three of them to silence. It became very, very clear that Dani had just majorly screwed up, but as she packed her belongings, guitar strap over her shoulder and stormed out of the front door, she couldn’t bring herself to care. Homophobic slurs followed her out the door, which earned a raised middle finger from Dani in response, and after a little couch surfing in the homes of her closest friends, Dani was making her way to New York to begin her freshman year at Barnard College, where she would major in Art and minor in Music.

See, a big focus was always put on Dani’s music, but from the very moment she’d stepped foot into Dallas’ small tattoo studio, Got Ink?, she’d been bitten by the bug, and Dani knew exactly what she wanted to do with her life. She would continue to write and play music, and maybe she’d even try to make it big still, but Dani’s passion was in body art, and in making people feel as great about theirs as she did about hers. Without the worry of her parents finding out, and the fact that she honestly didn’t give a crap if they did, Dani got to work on racking up many a piece of body art once her new life in the city had begun, even landing herself a position as a junior artist at what quickly became her go-to studio, Tattoo Envy. Alongside her classes, Dani learned tattoo artistry from the pros, and was soon inking her very first grapefruit. That was a moment to be proud of.

Of course, out of state college tuition fees, and the fact that the end of her freshman year meant she wouldn’t be living in the college dorms anymore all equated to Dani’s need to find another job. For a junior position, Tattoo Envy actually paid pretty darn well, but Dani needed something more, which is where A Cup-pella came in. She’d worked a diner job before, so knew a position as a barista would be just fine, and she’d been right. Surpassing the kind of tips she’d made back in the diner in Dallas, Dani was able to use the money she made from her two jobs to rent a small apartment, with roommates of course, and even managed to find the time to work on her music, which she would showcase at various open mic nights throughout the city whenever the opportunity to do so arose.

By graduation, Dani truly was thriving. Despite the very thick Texas accent that would always remain, Dani’s life in Dallas was practically forgotten. New York was clearly the place for her. She made new friends, had the chance to express not only her sexuality but also herself and her style, and even joined a band. Remaining loyal to Tattoo Envy, Dani begun to climb the ladder until she was becoming one of their most sought after tattoo artists, despite her young age. With the funds to do so, she even adopted herself a puppy. He’s a total handful, but he’s so freaking worth it. Dani’s life feels like it’s finally what it should be, like everything is finally on track for her. Love isn’t a huge deal to her, but it’s something she quietly would take pleasure in finding. Though her music and beloved tattoo art are keeping her pretty dang busy for now.

Pets: Dani recently rescued a puppy, who she decided to name Drummer, from the local shelter. Drummer is a Yorkshire Terrier bred with a Miniature Poodle, so you can imagine just how tiny he is. Since Drummer is still only a baby, Dani is still working on potty training him, but he’s surprisingly well behaved and, unsurprisingly, very playful. Drummer’s fur is completely black, and he has big dark eyes that he has, of course, already learned how to use for begging. The pup gets along well with people and other animals, and totally has Dani wrapped around his little paw.

EXTRA INFO

[ This is for the masterlist, but also a fun little way to get to know your character! ]

Dani 😎🎸/@inkbydani/description: Singer, songwriter, self taught guitar player, tattoo artist, badass lady-loving sapphic goddess.

Five latest tweets:

@inkbydani: Okay but hear me out… For such a prestigious school, WHY did Horace Green not have ID cards?? #SchoolOfWRONG @inkbydani: Speaking of which, Jack Black is kind of creepy, but I would’ve totally been down for Dewey Finn as a sub. @inkbydani: SOS my dog just tried to eat his potty pad, how does that taste good?? @inkbydani: Songwriting is a total soul soother. #NewSongComingSoon @inkbydani: Imagine being one of those people who has self-control… #YourGirlGotNewInk

[richard-the-boy-wonder-blog]

Give a Little Bit.

Pairing: none.

Author: JJM

Rating: none

Summary: Bill has done everything in his power to break his studder, from tongue twisters, to speech impediment classes and nothing has helped. Frustrated and tired of being mocked after giving a fairly bad speech in class his friends decide to take him for a joy ride.

Bill threw the heavy wooden door to his social studies class open and sprinted down the hallway, laughter echoed behind him fading away till all he heard was his ragged breath and the squeak of his converse on the tile floor. He felt hot tears streak down his cheeks as he bounded down the staires and through the english wing of the school, he hiccups back a sob and rounds another corner. He slid to the floor tucking his knees into his chest, letting his tears soak into the knees of his jeans. He was use to his peers making fun of his studder, use to being called names for it, and expected it every single day he came to school. But to have a teacher shame you about it in front of your class, thats different.

He wrapped his arms tightly behind his head as memories from just moments before took complete control of his thoughts.

"Would you PLEASE, speak more clearly?"

"If you cant get through your presentation Bill youre going to have to sit down."

"Thank you for wasting our time."

Bill sobbed aloud now no longer able to keep how he felt in check, why couldn't people be more understanding? Why could they cut him some slack? Why couldnt people have more patience with him? Hes trying his best

He jumped when he felt someone gently touch his shoulder, abruptly looking up face stained with snot and tears.

"Hey you okay big Bill?" Richie asked Stan and Mike standing close behind him, he shook his head feeling discouraged about his speech after what happened.

"Whats going on?" Stan asked concern growing evident on the boys face as he sat down next to Bill on the floor; follow suit with Richie and Mike.

Bill shook his head again face twisting into a pained expression, tears squeezed past his closed eyes as he was pulled into Stans embrace.

"We cant help you unless you speak up Billy" Richie commented rubbing the others back softly, Bill looked to Mike and Richie both eagerly waiting for him to spill. He turned and looked up to Stan who just nodded a little, he sighed and wiped his face with his sleeve telling them all about his oral presentation and what the teacher had to say about it.

"I-im so f-f-fucking sick o-of this! I-i did years! Y-YEARS of therapy t-t-to f-fix it a-and its just n-n-n-" he bite his lip hard not able to get his final words out, he shook with anger face growing red. "FUCK!" he yelled making all his friends jump back, "i-i just w-w-want to b-be normal!"

"Nope" Richie said standing up taking Bill's hands in his making him stand too, he wrapped an arm around Bills lower back and started leading them to the front doors of the school. "I know exactly what will help in a situation like this" Richie beamed up at Bill pushing the titanium door to outside open, "Richie school isnt out for another 2 hours" Stan said from the door watching his friends head for the parking lot.

"Cant handle the heat get your ass out the kitchen" Richie said throwing a smile over his shoulder at the other.

"Were on a mission" Richie finished opening the passenger door to his truck for Bill, Stan rolled his eyes knowing exactly what that meant.

And thats how all 7 losers found themselves crammed into Richies 5 seat pick up, skipping class wasnt put of the ordinary for them but skipping class to driving out to the mountains was literally something they never did.

"I swear to god if the school calls my mom and tells her i was gone" Eddie said from his seat in Beverlys lap.

"Oh well be fine Eddie spaghetti" Richie said with a wide smile, gripping the leather of the steering wheel alittle.

"You think im kidding? Do you want a criminal record Richie? Cause my mom can make that happen."

"I second with Eddie what exactly are we doing?" Stan asked.

"Youll see with time im just waiting for the perfect song."

"The perfect song? I have an aux and my phone with me" Ben pitched in from the backseat, "no no this has got to be organic you cant forcing things like this."

"... What?!" Stan yelled leaning from his seat towards Richie, "what the hell are you doing with us? Where are we go-"

"Oh! Perfect!" Richie yelled throwing the radio on full blast making Stan scoff and roll his eyes, superstamp blaring through the car filling in what little room was left in the car. "Oh i love this song!" Mike yelled from behind Richie, "oh here we go again!" Richie and Mike sang in unison nodding to the beat making Richies wild black curls bounce.

"Ill give a little bit of my love to you!" Beverly and Ben chirped in with the others, Bens hands clasping on Bills shoulders who had yet to drop his seldom face.

Stan rolled his eyes before breaking into a smile, shaking and dancing a little in his seat bumping into Bill as he did so making him smile just a little for a moment.

"Theres so much that we need to share so send a smile and show you care!"

Everyone sang looking down at Bill.

"Ill give a little bit of my love to you!" Richie sang over everyone poking Bill in the side making him laugh, "come on Billy i know you love this song!" He teased

"Give a l-little biiit, ill g-give a little bit o-of my life to you!" He finally sang making everyone in the car smile wide.

Bill closed his eyes focusing on the music suddenly appreciating Richies shenanigans, letting the music fill his head and take away all his bad thoughts.

Mike started to aggressively play the air guitar while Eddie and Richie badly mimicked the saxophone solo making some laugh while the others vocalized with the choir before breaking back into song all together Bill leading them all. "Nows the time we need to share so find yourself were on our way back home! Oooh were going home!" Bill sang everyone else suddenly quiet, he smacked a hand over his mouth eyeing the rest of the group who only beamed back at him either laughing or starting to sing along with the radio again.

"No studdering" Richie smirked to himself, "thank me later" he said giving Bill a small side glance and a smile before focusing on the road again.

Bill smiled at his friend it was rare for Richie to have a genuinly good idea but when he did... Bill all but threw himself at Richies side hugging him tight, "thank you-" he muttered into Richies shirt who just patted his shoulder a little.

Despite the fact that not even 10 minutes ago he was crying and miserable, Bill felt better, his day perking up a little as another classic he loved started to blare from Richies speakers.

For once Bill felt normal.

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A/N: ugh this is way short and probably really bad but oh well! This is based off of 'Give a Little Bit by: Superstamp' if you didnt already know! I wrote this for @grownups-are-the-real-monsters who is actually one of my favorite blogs on this whole site aaah! SO I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS ❤