#p: cass

[virtuoshosh]

👽 extraterrestrial 🛸 the band cthulhu

“Sascha, please—it’s fine!” Shosh wailed through chattering teeth at the vampire who was knelt at her side, meticulously hand-stitching the hem of her extravagant costume. They were in an abandoned warehouse above the Den of Magic, getting ready to shoot the music video they’d all spent weeks preparing for, and it was absolutely frigid.

Which didn’t seem to bother Rhett and her eternally overheated werewolf blood in the slightest; the drummer looked comfortable and positively balmy as she banged out improvised riffs on her drum kit while Eric tested sound levels against the audio recording equipment they had setup in the space.

Cass didn’t look bothered, either—well, at least not by the cold. Though he did look surly seated in his director’s chair, sunglasses perched on his nose while a friend of Kelly’s that they’d hired to do hair-and-makeup fussed with his brownish locks.

Sascha gave Shosh a scolding tsk, not looking up from their stitching as they replied, “Wirklich? Because I was under the impression I was working with an artist who wanted perfection, not ‘fine’…”

Shosh groaned, but couldn’t argue that the stylist was right. Luckily, right at that moment, she saw Derek in her peripheral vision walk in carrying a full hot beverage caddy in each hand. “Oh thank fucking fuck, finally!” She scampered over to him, ignoring Sascha muttering expletives after her in German, and snatched up the cup that was labeled ‘SHOSH’ in big black-inked letters. She held it in between her hands for a moment, letting the hot liquid inside warm her frozen fingers, while she gushed excessively, “Derek—D-Man—you big beautiful go-go dancing gorilla man, you! I could kiss you right now, all over that perfectly chiseled jawline, thank you….”

Derek flushed and rebutted, “Ah c’mon, Shosh, it’s just tea the way you always take it…”

Shosh took a large gulp of said tea and hummed with contentment as it radiated warmth down her throat and into her belly, eyeing Cass and wondering if she ought to save him from Death By Hairspray by stealing him away for some vocal warmups.

Piper, who was somehow beaming like the fucking sun itself, interrupted this train of thought by clearing her throat and calling out, “Places in five, please, everyone! Erm—if you don’t mind!"

[nicsalazar]

Got the spirit || Cass & Nicole

TIMING: Recent LOCATION: Downtown PARTIES: @stolensiren & @nicsalazar SUMMARY:  Nicole and Cass team up to combat an invisible threat. CONTENT WARNING: None

She’d been going out more lately. It wasn’t quite as bad as it had been after the hunter, when the blood on her hands seemed to be a permanent stain, but the weight of the guilt that followed the death of Sloane’s mother was so heavy that Cass found herself straining beneath it all the same. She wanted to make up for it, wanted to find some way to make things okay, and she couldn’t. Not for Sloane, not for the people downtown whose homes and businesses had been destroyed, not for Shannon. Not for herself, either. So… she was throwing herself back into vigilantism. And it was fine. It was good. She was helping people, even if they weren’t the precise people she most wanted to help.

She wrapped her cape around herself a little, trying to block out both the cold and the intrusive thoughts that kept tugging at her sleeve. It was quiet tonight, and she wished it wasn’t. She wished something would happen, wished White Crest would give her something to do. But she forgot that, in a town like White Crest, you needed to be careful what you wished for. She forgot how often things here took you at your word.

At least, until the garbage can across the street started floating. Then she remembered pretty quickly.

She barely had time to duck before the can was being hurtled towards her, narrowly avoiding a very smelly fate. She heard approaching footsteps, but didn’t see anyone. Some invisible force shoved against her, sending her sprawling. “What the hell is going on?” 

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In the midst of the chaos that White Crest is experiencing these days (which, by the towns standards, was bondering on a real crisis), Nicole had managed to maintain some sense of normality. A routine. For years it had evaded her. It wasn't perfect, and slipups occurred, but she followed it to the best of her ability. As a result of that routine, she spent less time at night wandering empty streets. Less time stumbling around drunk and alone, escaping danger miraculously. Barely any drunk driving. In a lot of ways, she was less ready to die, it’s what came down to. Most nights lately, she opted out for driving home (or Leah’s home) at a decent hour.

Nicole had decided to go downtown by herself tonight. For old times sakes. She wasn’t planning on staying long, rather, take a look at the town's nightlife after so many life-altering events.

She didn’t make far out of her truck, however. She still held her keys in her hands, after taking a few steps toward the bar when something disturbed her senses. Nicole had seen plenty of odd things, but a woman wearing a cape wasn’t one. Somehow. Even worse, it wasn't the most disturbing sight in front of her. A large trash can flew across the air and attempted to strike the girl just as she arrived. She ducked with some great reflexes, and it smacked against the brick wall, content spilling on the ground. Nicole blinked, wheels turning fast to draw conclusions. “You alright?” she nodded at the girl. Did the can fly by itself? No. Some sort of gust of wind, right? While she slowly approached, she watched with her own eyes how the girl had now been shoved by some invisible force. Her stomach sank, adrenaline started pumping in her veins. Shit. It wasn’t a weather issue, wasn't ? The trash can rose again, shaking violently as it hovered empty above their heads. 

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She’d taken to calling things like this White Crest Weird in the year or so she’d spent actually aware of them. In any other town, this kind of thing would be cause for panic. But in White Crest? It had the potential to be more annoying than it was dangerous. Cass wasn’t one to make snap judgements towards supernatural creatures anymore. Most of them, she’d learned, were just trying to survive. 

But that didn’t make it any less unsettling to get shoved around by nothing. 

Instinct made her want to shove back, of course, but her hands found only empty air when she tried. Which wasn’t unexpected, but was a little frustrating. How could you fight back against something you couldn’t see or touch? Especially when you had no idea what it was? Cass was kind of at a loss here.

The sound of someone else approaching grabbed her attention, and she turned towards the new voice. Nicole, her mind supplied. The other woman didn’t seem to recognize her, which was the point of the mask and costume, so Cass didn’t greet her by name. Instead, she only nodded. “I’m good!” She assured her, flashing a thumbs up as she pushed herself off the ground… just in time for the garbage can to rise again. “Oh, shit, look out!” She dove for Nicole, making a move to shove her out of the way as the garbage can went flying in her direction.

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She had no chance to react. One moment, Nicole was mirroring the thumbs up, and the next, she was on the ground, tangled up in the girl’s cape. Behind her, there was a clattering sound as the can clashed against the wall. The sound resonated in her ears for a moment, while she processed what had happened. "Fuck," she groaned, wriggling away of the tangle. Capes didn’t seem to be very practical, she realized. But there was no time to point that out, not when there was a mysterious force fucking with both of them. “Thanks,” she mumbled instead, already back on her feet.

She stood there, hands on her hips, waiting for another threat. After a few seconds of apparent peace, she glanced at the girl again. “Let’s get out of here… I was— I’m going for a drink if…” was it supposed to be a superhero costume? Nicole questioned, upon further inspection. But her thoughts remained that, just thoughts, because peace and quiet didn’t last long. There was a flicker of lights above them and the pole shook as though someone was trying to rip it off the groud.  “Okay… that’s— ” she scoffed, turning towards the girl. Are you seeing this? Nicole didn’t know why she was even entertaining this. It was stupid. She really wanted a drink, and be as far away from trouble as possible. It’s how she liked it. Except….White Crest was falling apart. As always. And until it got itself back together again, handling this kind of nuance felt like a way to regain some control. At least address one issue at hand.

“Alright, uh….” it turned out, Nicole didn’t know many female superheroes, “wonder… woman” (good enough). She pointed at the invisible forces trying to intimidate them. Their hunger for attention led them to aim whatever piece of garbage had fallen on the ground at them. She doged an empty box, “you feel like getting rid of this one?” the rush of adrenaline at the idea of playing hero was unexpected, but welcomed. So she turned her attention to the street light. It seemed obvious what they were up against, but if she really wanted to know exactly what they were facing, then—

In the past, when Nicole had managed to stifle that side of herself, it would’ve required her to focus with every fiber of her being for the shift to happen. This time, it came natural, a reflex. The mere thought of doing it set things in motion. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest, temples throbbing as the muscles around her eyes tightened. And in an instant, brown eyes shifted. The jaguar’s amber gaze glowed in the night, revealing their enemies. Their wispy, deformed figures, with gaping black holes where their eyes and mouths should be. “Ah. Shit. Yeah— thought so. Got any iron weapons with you?” 

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“No problem,” Cass replied with a shaky smile. The fuck Nicole murmured was, she decided, a very easy sentiment to share. Whatever was happening here, Cass didn’t fully understand it. Something supernatural, because it was always something supernatural in White Crest, but not something she’d had a ton of experience with. Which, to be fair, wasn’t saying a whole lot. Despite being supernatural herself, Cass’s experience with this world was so limited. She knew what she’d learned from Metzli and Marina and everyone else who’d pitched in to educate her, but she was hardly what anyone would ever consider an expert. 

And that was proving to be more and more… problematic as time went on. “I don’t think we can just leave things like this,” she insisted, wincing as the pole began to shake. This thing, whatever it might be, was going to cause some serious damage. Worse still, it could hurt someone. The streets might not be particularly crowded at this time of night, especially not with the latest ‘the world is ending’ mentality people had going on, but there were still people to protect. And Cass couldn’t, in good conscience, walk away from something that would hurt people if she didn’t stop it.

She huffed a small laugh at Nicole’s comment, resisting the urge to say that she definitely wasn’t tough enough to be Wonder Woman. There was a definite sense of relief in knowing that the other woman was okay with sticking around, because Cass didn’t want to fight this thing by herself. She wasn’t sure she was capable of fighting this thing by herself. “I definitely do,” she agreed, “but I miiiiight need some advice.” Maybe Nicole knew what was going on a little better than Cass did.

Actually… it looked like that might shape up to be the case. Nicole’s face shifted a little, eyes changing in a way that was subtle enough that Cass almost missed it. And then… she spoke like someone who had some idea of what might be happening. And the relief was pretty much instant. “Iron! Iron, iron, iron.” Cass dug in the various pockets of her superhero outfit, pulling out a few things. She liked to be prepared. There was an iron knife, a baton. She held both out for inspection. “You take one, I take the other? But I don’t — Can you see these things? Because I really can’t.”

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Though the vision came easy this time around, it was as hard as ever to control it. “Um—” The ghosts bounced between clear (as clear as ghosts can be) images to nothing but wispy white shadows, to something in between, then back to their full form. Nicole was useless like that. If you could just… cooperate this time, she pleaded. She didn't often speak to it, preferring to ignore it most of the time. But desperate times called for desperate measures. 

Nicole stayed as still as possible in front of the spirits. They couldn’t see her if she didn’t move, right? She shot the superhero a nervous look, lifting three fingers and speaking as hushed and fast as she could. “We got three,” amber gaze traveled to the pole, “the one shaking the light…” then behind them, towards the alley, “the other trying to get the trash can again” and finally nodded ahead, “another one… near the bar’s entrance— just staring at us?” If ghost gangs had some sort of hierarchy, the imposing one doing nothing sure looked like the boss. 

She watched with curiosity as the girl emptied her pockets, prepared for the occasion. Nicole had lost the knife she borrowed from Lil in the coyote exorcism, so she was thankful to get her hands on a new weapon. “I’ll take the baton,” she nodded, catching it in the air as it flew towards her. This girl was quick and ready. Those spirits didn’t stand a chance against them. “Yeah… uh, sort of, it— it comes and goes” maybe, if they survived and nobody got possessed, they could talk about it over a drink. “I’ll watch your back, alright?” She wasn’t certain how she’d manage to do so while tackling her own ghost, but Nicole let the adrenaline build her confidence. It had taken only their brief exchange for one of the ghost to pick up some empty bottles and throw them their way. “Cover,” she instructed, watching them smash against the wall.

Nicole stepped forward, swing the baton few times, hoping to appear intimidating to the ghost near the pole. Or maybe, ridiculous enough to be underestimated. She glanced towards the girl, who looked completely lost. “There’s one— It’s going to your…left, no— your right, shit. Sorry. Inside. Going for the big trash can. The big one in the alley. Get that one” as she finished her her words, the ghosts blipped out of her vision, and she stared at the nothingness in panic. The second of distraction was enough for a powerful gust of wind to throw her to the ground.

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Three. Three enemies that Cass couldn’t see. She’d faced some bad odds throughout her time superhero-ing in White Crest, but this felt pretty next level. Of course, not as bad as it might have been without Nicole there to help her out. In spite of everything, she felt she’d really lucked out happening upon this situation while in the presence of someone who could see the ghosts that were attacking them. She did her best to follow the directions Nicole gave and ‘look’ at the ghosts, but it didn’t make much of a difference. 

“Okay,” she breathed quietly, nodding her head as Nicole took the baton. The knife would serve her just fine, even if she probably would look nuts swinging it around at nothing. “That’s so cool,” she told Nicole with a quick grin, sensing some slight hesitation in her response. Being able to see ghosts was something Cass knew came with a few things, but if it ‘came and went’ as Nicole said, it probably ruled a few out. As far as she knew, the undead could always see things like that. She didn’t know what species could only see them sometimes but, then again, she was hardly an expert. She’d only known this kind of thing existed at all for a year or so.

“You watch my back, I’ll watch yours,” she agreed with a nod, quickly ducking as a few bottles flew towards her. Nicole’s warning did help — it was definitely better than flying completely blind, in any case. Looking in the direction Nicole indicated — and spinning her head when the other woman backtracked — Cass nodded. “Got it!” Moving towards the big trash can, she swung the knife wildly in hopes of… doing something. “Did I get it?”

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It didn't hurt, per se. Nicole's threshold for pain was high. She had fallen off a cliff. Still walked it off after breaking her ribs and wrist. But there was something a little more humiliating about being thrown to the ground by a non corporeal being. Hurt in different ways. She got back to her feet as quick as possible, branding her baton in the air like a wand, not knowing where the ghosts had fled. She continued to plead and beg to the spirit to give her a hand, until finally as she swung her baton straight to the light, her vision shifted again.  The sound of the metal clash filled the air. She hit nothing but the pole. The ghost had moved. Probably seconds ago. If they could laugh, the specters were having the time of their lives— deaths? They were having a time watching the pair of women struggle to get them. It was annoyingly like trying to kill a mosquito, Nicole mused. 

Just this once, she wished she had actually cared to learn and train her skills. Specially in the presence of this…wannabe superhero person. She wanted to live up to the occasion.

The girl’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts, shifting her focus back to what was important. Nicole looked inside the alley, where she could now see the girl and her adversary. She did not get it, actually. But Nicole felt all the guilt. She should start by getting her right from her left correct before giving instructions. “Almost!” she lied, looking up the wall where the ghost was perched before it moved again. It searched, Nicole guessed, for other items to keep throwing at them. The spectre dove close to the concrete and garbage started whirlwind around the girl. “Hold,” she said, as calmly as she could, because given what was happening she would be tempted to get away.

Suddenly, Nicole remembered her own ghost that she had to take care of, as it flew straight towards her. As she lifted the baton, her neck craned toward the alley, but she kept her gaze on the target in front of her. It was hard. “Turn around, it’s gone behind you” she warned, as the ghost had slipped, “left…left” she called, swinging her weapon but still missing, as her focus was elsewhere. The spirit in the alley pulled a feint, but she managed to read it on time. “Stab! Down, now!” she shouted, and with a second to spare, she swung the baton at her own ghost right in its would-be face. She watched its wispy form dissipate into the night air, and Nicole turned to check whether the other woman had succeeded.

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They weren’t having much luck here, were they? Even Nicole, who had the benefit of being able to see the spirits (though maybe only sometimes?) couldn’t seem to take them out. Cass was beginning to wonder if they were fighting a losing battle here, but… It wasn’t like they could just walk away, could they? If they made a break for it, they’d only be shoving the problem off onto someone else. And Cass didn’t know about Nicole, but she knew she couldn’t live with that. She wasn’t the type of person who’d let other people get hurt in her place.

But she didn’t particularly want to get hurt, either. And it was starting to feel more and more far-fetched that they’d make it out of this thing in one piece. Cass froze as garbage started spinning around her in a whirlwind, realizing that the ghost must be close to make such a scene. She glanced to Nicole with wide eyes, nodding slightly when the other woman instructed her to stand still. Nicole had her own spirit to worry about, of course, but Cass felt utterly helpless as she was. Blind to the enemy and totally out of her depth. This sucked! 

She kept her eyes on Nicole even as the garbage flew around her, waiting for some kind of instruction. Finally, Nicole offered more instruction, and Cass followed her words carefully. Left, left, stab, down. Her movements seemed to mirror Nicole, like two dancers performing parallel to one another. Cass wasn’t sure what it was supposed to feel like when you stabbed a ghost, but she thought she felt something. Without Nicole to confirm, though, she had no idea if it was real or placebo. “Did we — Did we win?”

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“You did it!” Nicole gasped, stomach doing all kinds of celebratory flips. She hadn’t won in so long, and somehow her instructions had been clear enough for this girl to get rid of a ghost she couldn’t see. Her chest burned with pride. Maybe this kid wasn’t just an eccentric girl walking the streets of White Crest in a cape. Maybe she actually knew what she was doing. Nicole hadn’t heard of vigilantes —was that the correct term— in town, but well… she seemed to be staring at one right in the…mask.

With two of the three threats gone, Nicole motioned for the other woman to come to her side. They could handle one more, together. They had the upper hand. 

Amidst the fight, the final ghost had edged a lot closer than Nicole noticed. It was bigger, more imposing. But it didn’t feel as terrifying. It merely floated, right in front of them. She raised a warning hand. Stay put. Nicole didn’t know a lot about ghosts (again, she wished she had tried to learn) but she could’ve sworn it was frozen, thinking its next move. Thinking? Surely they couldn’t

But really what else could she call it? It had seen them clutch their weapons and dispel two spirits. It marched towards the same fate as the other two if it were to attack. Instead of surging forward, of using its powers to cause mayhem, it… began floating away? Not daring to face the two against one? Was that it? It couldn't be. It was messing with them.

Nicole would’ve let it go. Like the girl said, they had won. Whatever there was to win. However, something took hold of her. Watching the specter retreat, intention unclear, she tightened the grip on the baton. “Throw!” she hissed at the girl. It was strange, watching the weapons fly through the air, splitting the ghost right down the middle and causing it to lose its shape. To the naked eye, they were out there throwing weapons for the sake of it.

A clatter sounded as the baton and knife fell to the concrete, as Nicole grasped the girl by the shoulder. She examined her closer. “You do this often?” it was hard to pass her amazement for concern, but she furrowed her eyebrows, trying at least. With the adrenaline rushing out of her system, Nicole was soon swept by a sense of familiarity. She held the girl at arm’s length, wondering if she was imagining things.

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Relief flooded through Cass the moment Nicole announced that her attempt had been a successful one because, honestly? She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep this up. Fighting something you couldn’t see was, as it turned out, a little exhausting. With Nicole’s ghost seemingly dispelled as well, they still had one left to go… and Cass needed every bit of energy she had left to take that on. At least she and Nicole could work in tandem for this one.

Or… maybe not? A look of confusion seemed to cross over Nicole’s face, like she wasn’t sure what was going on. Cass studied her, waiting for her to give the command on what to do next. In this particular situation, it was kind of necessary for Cass to act as the sidekick while Nicole ran the show, and that was a new feeling for her. Usually, she liked to be the one in charge, but she could ride shotgun if she needed to. And right now, it seemed like she probably needed to.

When Nicole did decide on an attack, Cass was a little… well, thrown by her command to toss their weapons towards the spirit, but she complied all the same. It looked a little ridiculous on her end, but judging by the expression on Nicole’s face now, it must have been successful. Cass laughed, turning to Nicole with a grin.

“Fight ghosts? No. Fight things in general? Yeah. I’m a superhero.” Even after everything, there remained a sense of pride in her tone. She’d been through a lot in this little town, and not all of it was good, but she liked doing what she was doing now. She liked feeling like she made a difference. She liked this feeling, the one that came after a successful fight, the euphoria of it. It wasn’t the kind of thing that could be topped. “How about you?”

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A superhero. Any other time, any other person uttering those words, Nicole would’ve laughed. Even with her face covered, however, she could tell the girl was being earnest. She believed herself a superhero. And honestly? Nicole had no reason to question it. She went and proved her worth tonight. The right amount of bravery and stupidity was required to act as superhero in a town such as White Crest. Maybe have some sort of supernatural ability too. An even more likely third option would be to mix everything. “Ah. I see. You got a name, then?” Names were important for superheroes, no? Helped them hide their true identity. Nicole wanted to know what this girl had chosen.

“Fuck no” Nicole huffed at the question, an amused smile stretched her lips. It was flattering to think she didn’t appear completely out of her depth fighting ghosts. Her unnatural amber gaze switched to gentle brown, regarding the smaller woman fondly. “More of the running type” or rather, almost never a willing participant. Always shoved into dangerous situations and left to deal with them. “I guess…just wanted to see what winning felt like” she nodded, looking around the mess the spirits had made. It felt pretty fucking great. “I wouldn’t have done it without you,” She added in a whisper, and it was the truth. She would’ve turned the other way, had the girl not been there to give her the confidence to try. 

They’d been a good team, Nicole thought. But a second team-up shouldn't happen again in the foreseeable future. At least, not until she’d recover from it. Sure it hadn’t been cardio, but it felt like her heart was about to beat out of her chest. It counted. She allowed her breath to calm down, falling into comfortable silence. What a strange situation it was, she mused. Now they both had to go back to their plans, as if nothing had happened. In the eyes of passersby, nothing did. They were two strange women swinging weapons at nothing. She examined the girl some more, before blurting out, “are you old enough to drink? I can—  buy you one… as a thank you” she chewed the inside of her cheek. Was that too much? “Maybe a soda… Or, something to eat. Might need the energy if you keep… patrolling these streets” she pointed out, shoving her hands in her pockets. She nodded towards the bar. “C’mon, I’ll bring it outside for you. I know you have… an identity to protect and people to keep an eye on”. What sort of person would she be if she distracted White Crest’s only superhero? No, Nicole would make sure this girl could return to her job as quick as possible.

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“I use the Chameleon, but I’m workshopping.” Ever since discovering her heritage as a siren, she’d been toying with the idea of changing her superhero persona to something more bird-related, though she was worried it might be a little too on the nose. She figured with leaving town becoming more and more of a necessity, she could rebrand easily enough wherever she ended up next. It wasn’t as if she’d never done it before.

Laughing at Nicole’s very empathetic reply, Cass nodded. “That’s fair.” Running was usually the smart thing to do in situations like this one, even if Cass had never been good at it. “But for what it’s worth… you were pretty awesome. I couldn’t have done any of it without you. I would’ve been, like, total ghost paste or whatever.” 

Now that the ordeal was over and the adrenaline was wearing off, Cass could tell that Nicole was worn out from the fight. In all honesty, she was a little beat herself. She was used to fights, sure, but it was about a million times harder when you couldn’t see what you were fighting. A drink sounded pretty good right about now, so she flashed Nicole a grin and nodded again. “I’m old enough to drink,” she confirmed, “but I feel like I should be buying you one. But… I won’t argue with free.” Still grinning, she followed Nicole to the bar, nodding at the offer to wait outside. As she leaned against the bricks, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. If this was her last ‘mission’ in White Crest… she was glad it had been a good one.

[its-your-mind]

[tessa-lisbon]

[boggledoodle]

@somerandomdudelmao did it again! I'm bubbling with emotions!! And that means I'm colouring comics pages at 3 am😁

Cass's latest update:

[genevieve-young]

[bet-on-me-13]

Danny and Cass are Dr Doof and Agent P

So! Here's a simple prompt. Danny is a small time Villain who uses his Technical Mind to build batshit crazy Inventions in an attempt to take over the "Tri-City Area" (Gotham, Bludhaven, Metropolis). Cass is the Silent Badass who is stuck having to defeat him every time.

Just imagine it!

...

Danny: Ahhh, Orphan. What an unexpected surprise. And by Unexpected I mean COMPLETELY EXPECTED! *slams buttom* *trap springs up around cass*

Cass: ...

Danny: Now, I bet you are wondering why I have covered all of Metropolis in Aluminum Foil. Well. IF I am to take over the Tri City Area, all three Cities must be together! So, using my Fenton-Magnet-Inator, I will pull Metropolis across the Harbor and unite all 3 cities! What do you think of that!? *turns back to cass*

Cass: *holding the dismantled trap with a bored look on her face* ...

Danny: ...Okay then, fine, whatever. It took me all day to design the perfect trap for you and you dismantled it in 5 seconds...I'm not upset...

Cass: *sheepish look* ...want to fight now...?

Danny: ...I would like that...

...

And if Danny is Dr Doofenshmirtz, and Cass is Agent P, who would Phineas and Ferb be? I vote for Jon and Damian.

And Tim is Candace.

...

Jon: I know what we're gonna do today!

Damian: This will be entertaining.

*5 hours later*

Tim: BRUU-UCE! Jon and Damian built a Kryptonian Flying Roller Coaster!

Bruce: I'm one of the world's greatest detectives Tim, I think I would have noticed that.

Tim: *also one of the world's greatest detectives* ...dude...

...

This was just a fun thought I had at work, but I feel like it works well enough.

This could be a Romantic Cass/Danny, or just regular old Frenemies Cass/Danny, but either way I just really love the concept of Danny being a Villain and Cass being the Hero constantly sent to stop him.

(Maybe he is too competent otherwise? The other Heroes don't know why, but every time someone other than Cass tries to stop him he is suddenly Extremely Dangerous. Maybe it's a Crush?)

[leisi-lilacdreams]

he's so nervous meeting the president

[cress-meadowforge]

Cress shook her head at the sequence of symptoms. She had felt nauseous the day after she and Miller had gone to District 0, but she surmised that had to do with the come down from whatever they had consumed, or the gas they had inhaled, rather than their sparring.

"It's just deep," Cress asserted. "Some trouble sleeping, but I think that's more from discomfort than anything. If we do the scan, and it comes back with nothing broken, can I make it another 48 hours until training is over? Then -- pioneer’s promise -- I'll lounge about the rest of this cycle."

Cass frowned as she looked over the bruising. With Cress's answer, she was worried about broken ribs or internal bleeding, or both if a broken rib had injured something else. She turned the thoughts over in her mind, trying to make a determination before speaking. "Any nausea? Vomiting? Breathlessness?" Those would lead Cass to more heavily consider the possibility of internal bleeding.

"It could just be bruised muscles and skin." She informed, taking a step back. "You could've broken a rib, or worst case have some internal bleeding going on in there." Something she hoped wasn't happening, but was treatable. "A quick scan could diagnose either." She offered. "But treatment for broken ribs is rest and ice, same as a bruise. There's medication to stop bleeding if that's what it is, but you'd still need to rest." Though she stressed the need, she was unsure if Cress could listen.

[petite-phthora]

Hell yeah

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first… murder? - part 17]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Danny opens the door to see Red Hood on the other side. They smile and greet each other before Danny steps outside.

“What’s with the bags?” Red Hood asks, gesturing towards the bags Danny has with him.

“Well, this one,” He starts, holding one of the bags up, “is filled with the tp for the manor. While this one,” he holds up the other bag, “has to do with the second part of the date.”

“It’s a surprise for later, so no peeking!” Danny says, wagging his finger.

Red Hood holds up his arms in surrender and nods in response.

“Alright, I won’t peek.”

“Good.” Danny nods, satisfied with the answer.

“Though, would you like me to carry one of those?” Red Hood asks, pointing towards the bags.

Danny opens his mouth to respond but pauses, giving Red Hood a suspicious look.

“This isn’t some ploy to look inside the date bag, is it?”

Red Hood shakes his head in response.

“Nope. Just a genuine question on whether you want me to carry one of those bags or not. No ulterior motives.” He says, not sounding all too convincing.

Danny, who has his eyes still narrowed, gives in.

“Alright. But you carry this one.” He says, handing over the bag with the tp in it.

Red Hood takes it with a nod. They then start walking towards the entrance of the building. Once outside they head over to where Red Hood parked his motorcycle.

“Here, you can put the bags in the saddle bag,” Red Hood says, opening said saddle bag and putting the bag he was carrying inside it before gesturing for Danny to put the one he was carrying in.

After everything is secured and ready, they take off towards the manor.

Instead of going to the front of the manor with the gate, Red Hood takes a different route. They stop somewhere around the back of the manor, beside the stone wall surrounding the property.

Danny takes the bag with the tp with him, leaving the other at the motorcycle.

After looking over the wall to see that none of the manor’s residents are near, they go over it. Luckily for them, the wall isn’t too high and they climb and get down from it with ease.

They go over to the manor and once close enough they stop. Danny holds out the bag he brought between them and opens it up. He takes out some tp rolls and hands one over to Red Hood. They grin at each other.

“Let’s give this manor a little make-over”

“Hell yeah”

Those are the last words spoken between them before they start throwing the rolls at the manor.

---

Danny has another roll of toilet paper in his hand, preparing his next throw. Red Hood is next to him, helmet under his arm, having taken it off a while ago.

They’re both grinning at each other, Red Hood giving Danny a thumbs up in encouragement.

Both grins are quickly wiped off their faces when they hear a pointed ‘ahem’ from behind. Danny turns around startled, the toilet paper roll he was holding falling into the grass when he drops it.

Red Hood, who hadn’t jumped like Danny had, turns around curiously to look at who was interrupting their fun.

Behind them stands an older man with gray hair and a mustache. He’s dressed in an impeccable three-piece suit. He looks at them with a kind and open expression, as if they aren’t trespassers currently defiling the place he works/lives at.

“Good afternoon, Red Hood and guest. Would either of you care for some refreshments? The cookies are just about done.” The newcomer says.

Danny and Red Hood turn to look at each other. Danny gives him a questioning look. Red Hood just shrugs in response. They both turn back to the man in front of them and Danny speaks up.

“Hell yeah, we would love some cookies. If you don’t mind, sir…?”

“Alfred Pennyworth, I’m the Wayne family butler. And your name is?” Mr. Penny inquires as he starts leading them inside the manor and towards the kitchen.

“Danny Fenton at your service, Mr. Pennyworth,” Danny says, doing a silly little bow and almost tripping before he manages to right himself again with a sheepish grin.

“Please, call me Alfred, Mr. Fenton.”

“Only if you call me Danny.”

“Alright. Now, Mr. Danny, Red Hood, would either of you care for a cup of tea?”

---

Jason is looking at Danny and Alfred from a small distance as they are chatting over some cookies and tea. He has his arms crossed and a soft smile across his face.

He doesn’t jump when a voice coming from his right speaks up.

“New Brother?”

He turns to look beside him to see Cass curiously looking over in Danny’s direction. Jason gives her a slight scoff.

“That’s in-law, for you,” he pauses, the next word coming out a lot softer as he turns back to look at Danny who seems to be laughing at something, “hopefully…”

Cass nods in response.

“You’re happy?” She asks with a tilted head.

Jason nods seriously.

Cass smiles.

“Good. Then I’m happy.” She says before disappearing, leaving them be.

---

Behind Danny’s back, Jason catches Alfred’s eye and signs to him.

“I just remembered, the laundry should be done now. Please, excuse me.” Alfred says before leaving the room.

Once Alfred is out of sight Danny turns towards Jason, shoving the last bits of the cookie he was eating inside his mouth.

“So, you ready to get that autograph?” Jason asks him, holding out his hand towards Danny.

Danny glances over at the door Alfred just left through before looking back over at Jason and smiling at him.

“Hell yeah.” He says before taking Jason’s hand and using it to get up from his seat.

Without letting go of his hand, Jason starts leading Danny through the manor.

There’s no way they’d have been able to avoid all cameras in the manor, especially since they went inside with Alfred, so Jason doesn’t bother trying to be sneaky.

They already know of Danny anyway…

While they’re walking towards where Jason knows Tim’s room is, Danny looks curiously around the place.

“Say, how do you know your way around here so well?” He asks Jason.

“I’ve been around here a few times.” He replies casually.  “You don’t wanna know how many of their gala’s have been attacked or the amount of times the Wayne’s have been held hostage” He rolls his eyes. Jason stops walking.

“Alright, I’m pretty sure this is Mr. Drake-Wayne’s room,” Jason says, opening the door of one of the various rooms in the manor and stepping inside.

“Do I want to know how you’d know which rooms belong to which residents?”

“Probably not.”

“Alright, then I won’t ask,” Danny replies with an unconcerned shrug.

Danny looks around the room, inspecting it while taking care not to touch anything.

“Hmmm, do you think he’ll have any documents with his signature here? Or does he keep them all at that Wayne Tower thingy?

“Might’ve been a smarter idea to have gone there for something of use…” Danny says, muttering the last part more to himself than to Jason.

Jason shrugs in response, walking towards the desk.

“He probably has something lying around we could snatch. But if need be, I wouldn’t say no to breaking into the tower and getting the signature from there.”

“More breaking and entering, huh? Would that be another date?” Danny says before fake swooning. “How romantic” Danny grins, trying to ignore how warm his face feels.

Jason snorts at the bit. He then starts looking through the papers lying on the desk,  picking up one of the pieces of paper. He scans it, finding it to be some sort of agreement contract between Wayne Enterprises and some other tech company.

It didn’t seem too important and, knowing Tim, if it were he’d probably already have multiple copies and back-ups at another location.

Now that Jason’s thinking about it, this paper is most likely already a copy and not the original. So he feels no remorse handing it over to Danny.

“Here, check this out.” Jason points to the bottom of the document where Tim’s signature is located.

Danny takes the document from him, glancing over the signature with a smile.

“Alright! This is perfect, thanks Red!” He looks up from the document and beams at Jason, who makes a ‘don’t worry about it’ gesture.

Danny then puts the paper into his bag for safekeeping before speaking up again.

“Soooo… Wanna finish our tp project before ditching this place for the second part of the date?”

“Hell yeah,” Jason responds with a grin.

---

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[thevioletcaptain]

It cracks Dean open not only to see Cas, finally, but to instantly recognize such a familiar gaze on his otherworldly face. This is Cas. This is Cas. - Castiel's self portrait from The Beholder (on tumblr & ao3)

Peek under the cut for some jellyfish I referred to as inspiration, along with an earlier concept of the art :)

For a long time I've headcanoned angelic trueforms as looking a little like giant cosmic jellyfish. I've tried several times to draw jellyfish!trueform!Cas and it's never quite worked, but when I received a fic prompt consisting of these emojis:

🪼👀🎨

The need to try again was unavoidable.

I'm still not 100% happy with this version, but it's definitely getting closer to the vision!

These are the jellyfish pictures I used in particular while coming up with the concept for Cas' trueform in this ficlet. I tried blending aspects of these with aspects of what are commonly referred to these days as "biblically accurate angels" -- mostly thrones, which yeah, I know, Cas is a seraph, but in the words of Ron Swanson... I can do what I want.

This was just an earlier concept of Cas' self portrait. I still like the halo, but ultimately didn't end up liking it on the newer version.

Below is an earlier draft of the concept I eventually used, before I'd changed some colors and added more layers of wings/eyes/feathers etc. My hand slipped when I had a thick brush selected and accidentally drew him slurping Dean with a mildly horrifying prehensile tongue 😅

[virtuoshosh]

Shosh slunk even lower into her seat, chewing on her lip as the irritating and unfamiliar sensation of insecurity settled over her. Shoshana had always prided herself on being self-assured—over-confident, some would probably say. But with Verlie she often felt out of her depth—like she could easily make a misstep, and wind up looking incredibly stupid.

Half the registered donors in Europe? God, and Shosh had needed to memorize everything she knew about donor etiquette on homemade fucking flashcards. She found herself suddenly second-guessing this whole idea of prolonging her first time being truly fed from—her romantic fantasy of wanting it to be special. How could it be, with all the glamorous experiences Verlie had already had? Surely whatever Shosh had to offer, in comparison, would be a letdown.

Her blood would likely be a letdown.

She sighed, right back to being a nobody orphan Muggleborn with no family name and no pedigree, just like her first year at Hogwarts.

It was enough to distract her through Cass’ reassurances about what had happened with Clem. Shosh pulled her blanket-covered knees up to her chest and hugged them, resting her cheek on the feather-down fabric and peering back at Cass, blinking her long lashes in his direction. He really was a good friend—her best friend, despite all of it. Shosh wouldn't have traded the last year for anything—even the bad parts, the ones that made her heart squeeze up inside her chest.

“You’re right…” she said—and he was. The whole thing with Clem had probably just been a fluke—another one of Shosh’s near-brushes with death to add to that never-ending list. No rhyme or reason or grand design to it; just the way it had always been, in the curious life of Shoshana Edelman.

She smiled lightly before her affection morphed into an expression more wry and teasing. She reached out and poked Cass in his bony ribs. “…and obviously I’m staying over, you twat—and you’re also staying right here, with me, since it’s on your account I didn’t invite a different, sexy vampire to share my bed tonight…” She gathered up her heavy mane of hair into one hand, wrapping it around her fist thoughtfully. Then she said, apropos of nothing, “You think Sascha would murder me if I cut my hair?”

[ end ]

“You can talk to her, she’ll get it, honest. She might even be able to help with the bloodlust stuff, give you tips,” He said, earnestly, “Her whole family are donors. Like, most of the blood that’s at events, maybe half of the registered donors in Europe, they’re all Redlockes. Father even had one of them, when he was younger-”

Something caught in his throat, and he swallowed it down, determined to stay present for his friend. So when Shosh continued, mentioning that Verlie had seen her play as a child, he responded with gusto-

“That doesn’t surprise me,” Cass admitted, “The vampires she donated to used to cart her all around the world. She loved it, used to come back raving about her travels and jewels and gold and whatever. I think it sorta stung when I left for Hogwarts, so she got her piece back by triapsing all over the globe.”

Cass frowned, only managing to mouth a silent ‘what the fuck’ through Shosh’s explanation for Clem’s whereabouts. Frankly, when Shosh said that something had happened in the Den, his imagination had gone somewhere else entirely. Knowing Clem had nearly fucking died made him feel bad about it, he would have blushed if he could.

The vampire swallowed, turning to face her. “I think… I think just because something horrible happened to her, it doesn’t change what happened,” Certainly, it was hard for Cass to think or speak positively about Clem, who’d never had a kind word for him. Clem was scrappy, and messy, and aloof, all things that he’d never associate with Shosh. But he was working on being supportive, so he added, “But I’m glad she’s okay, y'know? Unless you want to get back with her, maybe it’s just about waiting for her to reach out. She’s making it pretty clear what she wants, and I don’t think that makes her a dick. I don’t think it makes you a dick, either.”

He sighed, cocking his head, “Do you wanna stay tonight? Can’t promise Greggs and hot chocolate in the morning anymore. But if you want to stay, you can.” He smiled, shrugging.

[crow-aeris]

My take on the Pokemon/Batman thing

Listed here are Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Jason, and Tim! Damian, Steph, Cass, and Duke will be listed in a second part

Bruce: He's a RICH mf, so his pokemon, especially those he's has since childhood, are all pedigree

Growlithe/Arcanine | "Ghost" - Bruce was gifted Ghost by his parents for his sixth birthday. He named the growlithe "Ghost" after the Gray Ghost, a show Bruce and Thomas Wayne watched when he was younger

Eevee/Flareon | "Blaze" - Bruce finds an eevee during one of Gotham's coldest winter. The eevee was crouched over his owner, who had died from hypothermia. Bruce, as Batman, contacted the authorities and they took the eevee to a shelter (ig?). Later on, the eevee escapes the shelter, evolves into flareon, and hunts Bruce down-refusing to leave his side. (The eevee elvolved into flareon because he never wants to see another person suffer from the cold.) Blaze joins Batman on patrols, especially during the winter, where he huddles up next to those in need until Batman can reach them and direct them to safety.

Riolu/Lucario | "Valor" - Bruce receives an egg while training with the LOA, which hatches into a Riolu, whom Bruce names Valor. Valor helps locate victims and people in need before guiding Bruce to them.

Absol | "Omen" - Bruce finds Omen, or rather, Omen finds Bruce during a Gala. The absol was rushing around, trying to warn people of danger while the elites were trying to call security to have the absol removed. Bruce saw Omen and remembered their ability to predict disaster, and pulls a fire alarm to force everyone out of the building. Soon after, a bomb goes off and everyone escapes safely. The absol follows Bruce home and refuses to leave, thus forcibly becoming a member of Bruce's party.

Aegislash | "Rex" - A gift given to Bruce by Ra's al Ghul, almost a promise or acknowledgement of sorts. Rex hovers behind Batman on patrol, watching his back and protecting him against attacks

Honorable mentions: Ampharos (a beacon of light admist darkness), whom I wanted to include, but decided not to. Umbreon (because angst), but I decided flareon would be better. Dratini (elegant af and cool-looking), but didn't really fit the story I wove.

Alfred: He worked in the british military, so his pokemon would mostly be centered around that era

Fletchling/Talonflame | "Sprite" - Alfred was given fletchling when he was but a young lad living in Brighton. He called the fletchling "what a spritely lad", and so the fletchling- now a talonflame who's gone through war with him- only responds to Sprite/Spritely

Blissey | "Madame" (Missy by the Batkids) - Alfred found Blissey at the manor's doorsteps soon after Bruce lost his parents. He'd expected the pokemon to leave soon after, but the Blissey stuck around. Alfred called her Madame as a joke, but the name stuck around. She can usually be found following Alfred around the manor while doing chores, or helping in the cave after patrol

Sobble/Inteleon | "Lad" - Alfred found a sobble during war times, and he felt bad for the lad. The sobble stuck around, and Alfred never found it necessary to leave the sobble behind, and so it eventually evolved into Inteleon and helped Alfred in his soldier days. Eventually, they all retired, and so Lad helps his trainer around the manor, and indulges the children whenever they ask Lad to shoot an empty can or something. This is another case of accidentally naming a pokemon, because the name "Lad" just stuck

Slurpuff | "Buttercream/Butter" - A gift given to Alfred by an old fried. Butter helps him bake and cook, and can also help detect lies! Butter is beloved by all within the household

Minccino | "Argentum/Archy" - Alfred found Argentum abandoned while on a grocery trip, and took the little guy in. Archy helps Alfred clean around the manor, and loves to fuss over the kid's rooms and hair (especially Tim's)

Honorable Mentions: Sinistea, because i was REALLY tempted to make a HAHA BRITISH joke, Drampa, because HAHA OLD.

Dick: Our favorite circus boy!

Pidgey/Pidgeot | "Skyler" - Skyler was the chick of his parents' Pidgeots, and she trained alongside him basically since birth, and she was there with him when Dick's parents died

Poplio/Primarina | "Poppy" - He was given poplio during his time in the circus, and he named him poppy as a pun! When Poppy evolved into Primarina, it was right after Dick found out about Jason's death, so it was... an experience

Zorua/Zoroark | "Monsieur Fox/Foxy" - Dick found Zorua while in his tenure as Robin, and the pokemon just stuck around. The name Monsieur Fox started as a joke, but Dick shortened it to Foxy when zorua refused to respond to anything else. Foxy helps alot during undercover/recon missions, and the other batkids would occasionally ask to borrow him for a mission or another

Eevee/Espeon | "Amy" - Dick helped Bruce rescue Amy from a pokemon trafficking thing, and Blaze adopted the eevee before ANY of them had a say. Amy evolved alongside Dick, the pair growing together into Espeon and Nightwing [insert something poetic and symbolic]

Honorable mentions: Chatot, because have you SEEN dick? He's a chatty little fucker as robin, and Chatot would make him that much more insufferable. Swablu/Alteria because I think dick deserves a dragon-dancing, party-sweeping alteria 😔

Jason: Our favorite dead robin :3

Vulpix/Ninetales | "Annabeth" - Jason found vulpix when he was younger, just before Catherine died. She would try and defend him whenever Willis got violent, but the man's Kingler would easily overpower her. Jason named her Annabeth after his personal hero, Annabeth Chase :3

Eevee/Glaceon | "Belle" - Jason found Belle rummaging in a trashcan. He felt bad for her and took her in, naming her after Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Belle evolves into Glaceon in the winter after Jason's death. She sat in the snow, refusing to come inside until she evolved into Glaceon (this highlights the fire/ice duality between Jason and Bruce, and how after his death, Jason grows colder towards Bruce and their ideals and way of controlling crime differs so drastically that it resembles fire and ice)

Honedge/Aegislash | "Alexander" - Jason received a shiny honedge as a "gift" from Talia. In order to be allowed to keep it, Jason had to convince the pokemon of his worth, fighting alongside it until it evolved into Aegislash. He named it Alexander after Alexander the Great.

Zorua/Zoroark | "Marley" - Jason receives a hisuian Zorua a year before he returns to Gotham as red hood. He accepts him partly as a taunt because Dick has a zoroark, but Jason's zoroark was a ghost type (A once-departed soul, returned to life in Hisui. Derives power from resentment, which rises as energy atop its head and takes on the forms of foes. In this way, Zorua vents lingering malice. -Legends Arceus. Departed soul? Dead? Get it, Jason? HAHA). He names his zorua after Jacob Marley, from a Christmas carol (Because not only is Jacob marley a ghost, has a J name, but also comes back to warn Scrooge to change or else little timmy will die (telling bruce he has to change before TIM will die (omg i'm a genius)))

Honorable mentions: Leafeon was my first choice when it came to Jason's eevelution, but it didn't really match. Next was houndour/doom because i wanted Jason to meet it while on the streets, but decided otherwise. And then a shiny magikarp/garydos, but decided against. Same with tyranitar and garchomp. Sure, they might be cool and powerful, but i don't think Jason would actively take in pokemon especially after his death, the only exception being Marley. Plus, those pokemon are typically seen as angry and uncontrolled, and I wanted to depict Jason as more cunning, sharp- a strategist willing to get his hands dirty rather than a brainless brute who ONLY wants his dad's approval

Tim: Another rich mf!

Vulpix/Ninetails | "Aurora" - Tim gets Aurora, a shiny vulpix, as his first pokemon, a gift from his parents after their trip to japan. (You bet your ass Aurora and Annabeth have met before, which is why Annabeth refuses to fight Aurora, even when Jason orders her to. the two vulpixes use to sneak out at night and play together :3)

Eevee/ Umbreon | "Selene" - Tim wanted to be just like his heroes, and begged his parents for an eevee. They decided to give him a well-bred and pedigree shiny eevee (their son deserves the BEST). Nyx evolves into an umbreon while he and Tim were chasing after robin with a camera, and Tim decided to change her name from Silver, to Selene

Munna | "Remmy" - After Brucequest and his time after Ras and Paris, Tim gets horrible nightmares. Dick gives him a munna to try and help Tim sleep better. He was initially distrustful, but after a while, he grows to accept her into his life. He named her Remmy after REM sleep

Archen/Archeops | "Iggy" - Tim finds a plume fossil while working with Ra's. He revives it before evolving it into Archeops. They work together to catch criminals, with Archeops chasing it down on the streets while Tim pursues from the roofs.

Noibat/Noivern | "Mya" - Tim finds an injured noivern as Robin, and nurses it back to health. He tries to release him into the wild, but the noivern came back, and Tim couldn't find it in him to abandon the little guy. He names him Mya, short for Myotis, the genus for bats

Honorable Mentions: Altaria, becuase i ALSO want him to have a sweeper, but sadly no. I debated on giving him Zorua, but I felt like it was getting repetitive, and decided against it. Corvidknight too, but i thought it wouldn't have matched

As mentioned above, next part will include Steph, Damian, Cass, and Duke :3

Here's part 2!

[boggledoodle]

Would you believe if I said that I'm totally normal about certain turtles and a certain colour palette?

As always, credit for the original drawing goes to @somerandomdudelmao (if I haven't said that yet, the latest update is an absolute masterpiece. So is the whole series)

[kindahoping4forever]

AshtonIrwin94: Sometimes, this is how i'll write a song, do you hear words to go to the whistle melody? #whistleguy is #back 😂

[birb-tangleblog]

I don't think I ever posted this? A washi tape commission of Adira from @/ten-shika ! 🍂✨