#the whoopee cushion bit was genuinely so funny

[gale-gentlepenguin]

So my friend @knightsweeties has been getting me to think about DC lately. And one of the things I’ve been doing what my take would be on some of the heroes and villains. At the time we have only talked about Gotham.

So I wanted to share my Take on one of DC’s greatest Villains, The Joker

Gale Cut: The Joker

What would I do differently with the Joker?

I think the biggest problem with the joker is that DC seems to forget what the Joker is. He isn’t just some chaos loving guy dressed as a clown. No, he is a Clown that wants to make fun of society! Everything he does is for the sake of the bit! That’s what the joker is, a clown committed to the bit in an insane degree.

All his plans need to revolve around a joke, and if the joke isn’t funny, he won’t do it.

Now for example. Joker could be reading the newspaper and see how the cost of fuel has gone up.

So what does he do? He fills the entire street with Whoopee cushions because he wanted to show Gotham has a real “Gas Problem”

Or

Maybe he runs into a renown surgeon and decides to cut his limbs off and reattach them so he can have him “In stitches”

Or maybe Gotham is having a lobster festival. So Joker decides to light the coast line on fire. To help bring things to… A boil.

The point is Joker only wants to make jokes and do what’s funny to him.

Is he still psychotic and kills people? Absolutely, but only if he thinks it’s funny.

Joker will never do something if he doesn’t find it amusing. Thats the point. He only cares about the comedy of the situation.

And before anyone says this joker is soft. He is not.

He kidnapped orphans and injected them with joker venom. His joke was that “You can’t kidnap unwanted children. What I did was adoption.”

He then proceeded to blow up the orphanage with most of the staff inside and send the jokerized kids to every school in Gotham to show how the school system was “The real joke.”

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Now for his relationship with Harley.

Oh it’s still toxic but very different.

Joker didn’t manipulate her with some sob story.

Joker simply made her laugh. He could tell that deep down that she needed someone that got her humor. And as someone that appreciates a good sense of Humor, joker recruited Harley.

Though instead of a toxic domestic abusive relationship, I decided to go a different direction.

Joker doesn’t understand emotions, and thus Doesn’t get that Harley is in love with him. If she ever confessed to him, he would look confused and ask what the punchline is?

To Joker, Harley is someone that can provide feedback if a joke is funny. And if she likes the joke. More of a reason to do it. Because if someone else finds the joke funny, that’s even better!

Though Joker isn’t above slapstick if Harley messes up his plans. But it’s never a portrayal of abuse in the domestic abuse sense. More like him slapping her with a trout.

To Harley, Joker is someone that showed her the truth. Society is a joke, and all it needs are people to show the people the punchline.

Now if something were to happen to Harley or if Harley stopped getting the joke. Joker would shrug and move on. He does value her insight and her opinion, but to say it is genuine care is incorrect. If it means a funny enough gag. He’d kill her without hesitation.

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Joker being in love with Batman is dumb to me. He’s also not Batman’s true opposite. So for their dynamic I actually did change it.

Joker sees Batman as the funniest Joke in Gotham. A grown man dressed as a bat fighting crime in a city more corrupt than anywhere else? That’s pure comedy.

Joker even asked Batman to team up with him early on. “You’re a bat, I’ve been driven bats. We’d be a great comedy duo!”

But what joker found out was that Batman has no sense of humor. He needs to make this man laugh!

Joker views Batman as the straight man in the comedy routine. Having him react is what he wants!

Batman sees Joker as insane, and in need of help. So despite everything, believes there is still someone that can be saved.

Joker doesn’t care about Batman’s identity. It would be like finding out the punchline to a joke without the set up. And if anyone tried to spoil it. He would kill them.

Now Joker is willing to kill Batman, but only if the way he kills him would be funny enough to justify killing him. Joker only cares about what’s funnier

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What’s Joker’s backstory?

It doesn’t matter. And joker likes it that way. All he knows is that he had one REALLY bad day. And that’s all he needs to know.

Anything else would be unnecessary.

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

As much as I loved Ally pretending to be Brennan, I can't help thinking that Zac should have won favourite character.

For the whoopee cushion bit alone.

[gabessquishytum]

Feeling like some family fluff ❤️

Dream and Hob reunite in the modern day, clear the air about 1889, and somehow manage to confess their feelings. There’s just one little hitch to keep Hob from immediately jumping into this relationship: either by adoption or by accident, Hob has a small child that has to be his first priority. And they are a feral little creature to nearly anyone who isn’t Hob, and very protective of their father.

Dream is rather nervous to be introduced to someone whose opinion is so important to Hob, but determined to try his best to like and bond with the tiny human, for the sake of his relationship with Hob.

Upon meeting them, the kid starts by biting Dream’s hand. He is enchanted.

So wrapped up in his worry about messing this up, he’d forgotten how much he genuinely likes kids, and look at how delightful and interesting this one is! They’re the sweetest angel in the world to Hob, which reminds him of some of his loveliest dreams, and does their level-best short of maiming to scare Dream off, reminding him of his youngest nightmares. They’re the best of both worlds, and Dream is besotted, no longer just for Hob’s sake.

The child is growing more and more torn about the situation. On the one hand, no one they’ve ever met has been good enough for their dad, and they’re reluctant to admit that this guy might be the exception. On the other hand, he can do magic, which is pretty cool. On the other other hand, their personal pride at their ability to chase anyone off is at stake here. But on the other other other hand, it’s kinda nice that he never gets angry at their tricks or threats, and in fact seems to enjoy them. Not to mention their dad seems to actually really care whether or not this guy sticks around, which is significant.

Hob tries his best to rein his kid in when they’re like this, but he can’t help but see their feralness as a kind of zest for life and therefore isn’t very good at reprimands. Dream tends to wave off his apologies anyway, and his obvious delight at the child’s creative antics (not trying to tame or gentle them, but appreciating them as they are) does funny things to Hob’s heart. This might work out after all.

-🪽anon

Oh yes this is very sweet. I love it when Hob is a dad.

And oh, I love the idea of Dream having to go through the traditional ritual of "You're dating my dad and I hate that about you." As every potential step-parent should.

And the best part it - Dream loves it. He loves being scrutinised by this very small human, who is so like Hob in many ways. He doesn't mind how feral the kid is, basically because they are clearly having a really great time trying to chase Dream away. The whoopee cushion prank in the middle of the new inn was pretty epic, even Hob has to admit that, and he's never seen Dream laugh so much.

Maybe somewhere along the line Hob has a big emergency and there's no one to babysit, so he calls on Dream to help. The child is secretly thrilled because a) Dream is magic and they secretly love that and b) being alone with Dream is the perfect opportunity to be as feral as possible and prove that Dream is not up for the job of dating their dad.

But Dream turns out to be a rather excellent babysitter, and keeps very calm during all the antics that occur. Eventually he sits down on the bedroom floor in the middle of the chaos with the kid and they actually talk for a bit. The kid shares some concerns about whether Dream will actually stick around, whether he'll be nice to Hob, all of that stuff. And Dream (not exactly king of communication) tries his best to promise that he does want to be with Hob longterm and that he's learnt a lot about not hurting people, recently.

Hob returns to find his kid tucked in and snoring away (benefits of having the literal sandman putting you to bed, Hob is so jealous). They end up kissing on the sofa because Hob is kinda horny about Dream’s potential parenting skills, and in the morning the kid begrudgingly admits over breakfast that maybe it would be ok if Dream comes over more. And takes Hob for dates. Maybe.

But no kissing. They got up to pee last night and saw more than enough of that 🤮 <33

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Each skeleton's reaction to his kid/niece/nephew walking up to him and holding their hand out. "Hi Dad/Uncle, let's shake hands" The skeleton notices that the kid has what seem to have a Laughing Box in the hand trick on their extended hand.

Undertale Sans - He's playing along. He's a terrible influence, self-aware of it, and will definitely encourage it. Sans will teach all he knows to his kid and then watch him spread chaos and evil pranks from a safe distance. All his friends and family are sweating.

Undertale Papyrus - He shakes hands innocently before his face turns into a betrayal expression. How dare his kid falls for such low-category japes like his brother's when he can work harder for the same result. Sans is having a cup of salt coffee when he's visiting a few hours later.

Underswap Sans - He had one too. Now that's awkward as they're both just staring at the other's Laughing Box in total silence. Tricky. Very tricky. Blue gives the kid a long stare that says this war is not over yet.

Underswap Papyrus - Aaaaw. His baby's first prank. He's all fluffy inside now, so proud. Honey plays along, a big smile on his face when the kids burst into delighted chuckles as they managed to "prank" their dad. He's so proud.

Underfell Sans - "yea, nice try bud, but am not stupid". The kid pouts, mad he found out his evil plan. They went back on the couch and sat on a whoopee cushion in an offended gasp as Red is making fun of them. You can't prank the prank master.

Underfell Papyrus - Edge said nothing, neutral, which made the kid a bit sad. Later that day, the kid sees his uncle searching for coffins. Confused, the kid asks what he's doing. Edge answers he's preparing a funeral for their sense of humor. Ah...

Horrortale Sans - He falls for it genuinely, then chuckles at the little joke. Nice one, kiddo. He ruffles the kid's hair and encourages them to try it on Willow as he will have a better reaction than he has. He then goes to sit on the couch to enjoy the show.

Horrortale Papyrus - He high pitch screams when he falls for the trick, then proceeds to stomp angrily, screaming his brother's name who can't stop laughing from the sofa. He then starts lecturing the kid to death to make sure they're bored enough to never do that again. Oak keeps crying with laughter on the couch while the kid is glaring daggers at him, mad he dragged them into this situation.

Swapfell Sans - He tssks. That's just humiliating. Him? Pranked by such a foolish jape? Like hell he is. As the kid leans his hand, he quickly grabs the other one to shake it, pats their head two times as a "Better luck next time" and leaves. The kid is so mad.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's a bit disappointed. He taught you better than that. See bigger! Laugh boxes are so predictable, you can do so much more better than that! That can't wait. He's kidnapping the kid in his room to teach them how to prank people better. He even let them try everything he just learned on Nox afterward.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's not amused. He simply rolls his eyes lights at the child and keeps walking. The kid pouts. Uncle Wine is not funny. Welp, time to throw tomatoes on his beautiful just cleaned luxury car instead. Surely he will think it's a funny joke. His scream can be heard several miles around.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - The sound startles him and he instinctively teleports back into his room with the kid who is confused for a few seconds, then starts to cackle when they realize they just did that. Ha, ha. Very funny indeed. Coffee goes to sulk in his closet.

[oops-its-a-fanwork]

Tidbits about the lepom pokémon boys✨️

Just some little things to know about our fav legendary boys, Papyrus and Sans! You can read their home and backstory here!

The pair of brothers are both psychic types, but I'm not entirely sure about their secondary typing. For sans I'm thinking either psychic/normal or psychic/dragon, and for papyrus either psychic/fire or psychic/fighting. The size of their true forms is somewhat small for a legendary, more akin to the size of Latios and Latias: person sized! Actually these two seem to have inspired the boys’ designs in my mind: not too big, somewhat friendly but definitely not an average pokemon!

Interestingly enough, if anyone describes the boys’ human form, the description will always be focused on their personalities and some rough descriptions of their appearance at best. People remember Papyrus being tall and loud, that's for sure! And Sans is definitely a lot smaller! A laid-back dude!  Oh what did he wear yesterday? Good question!  …I don’t remember… … Skin color? Oh yeah he sure had one… Hmmm…  Anyway yesterday Sans pranked the candy store owner with a whoopee cushion??!?-

Papyrus would love to help people train their pokémon! He adores the bond between trainers and their pokémon, and thrives off of their passion and determination! People would ask him about his team when he offers though, and that just gets them a fidgety “oh would you look at the time! It sure seems evident that I am needed to help with market preparations! But perhaps we’ll spar! Next time!”. Then he does an impressive leap into an open window of a random house and he’s gone. What a guy. You can also ask him to help you prepare for beauty contests. He has a very good eye for those, and although his choices are… non-standard, they have a 80% chance of actually being really, really good.

Sans doesn't really care for or about battling, but if you ask him about beauty contests he’ll at least humor you by joining you for prep time. His suggestions are ridiculous and none of it is helpful. He does seem to be enjoying himself though, and if he’s tired enough you can use props and make-up on him to make him look silly “to match his attitude :p”. If anything, prepping with him does make you and your team far less nervous. No judge could ever give you feedback that's more outta left field or ridiculous than he and his brother can, so you can handle anything now!

Papyrus definitely still gets lovingly attacked by dog pokémon all the time. He’s a magnet for them, they love him! His reaction can be best described as “exit, pursued by bear dog”. I mean it doesn't always happen, but they do like to mess with him, so it is also often times the other way around. Don’t try and keep an important conversation with him when there's dog pokémon nearby, because you will be interrupted!

Sans will tell you what your pokémon are thinking/saying unprompted. This tends to feel like he’s doing a bit, but he’s always telling the truth, or at least a half-truth. The bit is that he’s not doing a bit. What a funny guy!

Papyrus' cooking is in an odd position here: if there's a person to supervise and give advice, Papyrus can actually make a few really tasty dishes! However if left alone he doesn't really realize the way certain appliances work, and might experiment with ingredients that only certain pokemon or humans can eat, like uncooked wheat! Or pokemon berries! Or rocks! He’s personally not the biggest fan of rocks, but he has friends who love them! Sans absolutely does not count as supervision by the way. He doesn’t care what is made as long as his bro is happy, and if the kitchen is burned down in the process he’ll probably sleep through it anyway. 

Despite him having the personality of a “dude who has a little truck he hangs out the window from to talk to u”, the only thing people actually see Sans drive are the tricycles he “borrows” from the town kids. Does he do it to entertain them or does he genuinely think they're fun? Hard to tell. The teens in town like to point at silly cars and other vehicles they see and tell each other it's his. He thinks it's hilarious and definitely plays into it.

Sans is the kind of guy who will walk you home at night if you work late shifts, and Papyrus will princess carry you if you are injured, even if it's just a scraped knee. In both cases, enjoy the view!

Most of their rare time away from any people or pokémon is spent either protecting everyone from an evil team or from agitated pokémon from the mountain. The latter tend to be ghost pokémon and pokémon living in harsh conditions, so no one really blames them for being irritable. These pokémon have been acting up far less the past few weeks though. Perhaps something happened?

[hyrulessongkeeper]

A Mafia of Sorts 4

A bit into the lives of some of the Skeletons

Its been a few months since the incident between the two gangs, but a form of peace was starting to exist between to two. To an extent. Several of the skeletal men were off doing their own things, not really following Boss’s orders, while some followed them exactly. Guess things can’t always go exactly to plan.

The first was Classic and his brother Captain. They and their other doubles were not quite fond of this world. It was fairly violent, but small blessings are great, cause Boss only gives them watch out jobs, much like their old sentry duties in their universe. Boss understood that not everyone was cut out for the life that they lived. They were placed in a park to watch over the nice cream guy. They were in a more human part of the city so it was understandable that Boss wanted the guy to be watched and protected. 

Classic sighed softly as he looked up to the sky. When he dreamed of being out of the underground he wasn’t really planning for it to be this way. A lot of their ‘selves’ were pretty damn confused when the machine suddenly turned on and pulled them here. Boss said that Red was how they got there. He won’t give more specifics than that, that him and his brother were why they were all there. Can’t complain too much he supposed, Paps has never been more excited, he has tons of friends now, even if they are just alternate selves. Classic chuckled softly. He then noticed the crimson hair of a girl walking to the nice cream vendor.

Classic sat up a bit more, his sockets widened in surprise when he saw the girl. A half breed? She got a nice cream, her eyes were emotionless as she received her frozen treat. Tops looked uncomfortable and that made classic frown. Half breeds here were treated as outcasts from both races, which was weird to Classic, they were a product that human monster relations could work after all. Guess that in itself is why its disliked. Classic clicked his tongue on the back of his teeth. The distrust between humans and monsters here was more palpable than where he was from. 

Their war was different, humans here possessed some magic, but it isn’t as powerful, not powerful enough to force the monsters underground at least, and the monster population didn’t come out unscathed either, they took a heavy blow, they are trying to rebuild their numbers. That’s one reason Classic thinks they were pulled here. He wasn’t sure though. 

He saw the girl shrink from the bunnies stare as she sat down a bit away, ripping into the nice cream. She read the little card, a twitch on her cheek that wanted her to smile but didn’t. Then it happened. The ice cream fell. She stared down at it, her deer ears flattening as she looked. If it wasn’t so sad, Classic might have laughed, but damn if that was not the saddest fucking thing he ever did see. Welp, this needed to be amended. 

He got up from his bench, bought two nice creams, and approached her. She jumped, in a ready to defend position, her eyes held something he couldn’t place, her magic flaring in her shoes. Wow, what a jumpy girl, guess he could understand why though. He held out the nice cream to her and she just, stared.

“i saw what happened to yours. couldn’t say I was too fawn’d of the situation.” he winked at her. He defensive attitude dropped immediately, laughing hysterically at his pun. He chuckled softly, it wasn’t even that good of a pun, yet here this stranger was laughing at it like the best joke she had heard in forever. She took the nice cream, smiling at him she sat back down and patted the seat beside him. 

“Well thanks stranger, it’s ice to meet ya.” she smiled. Classic saw that it was a bit of a fake one though. He knew all about fake smiles after all, and he saw her genuine one just a second ago. He wondered why she was like that? 

“heh a pun for a pun huh? a girl after my own SOUL” he grinned. Her smile faltered a moment, something crossing her face before it was dismissed. If Classic wasn’t so damn good at reading people he probably would never have noticed. He tilted his head though. Speaking of SOULS. His magic creeped up on her, slowly so it could remain undetected for as long as possible. 

“well, the name is Classic, nice to meet ya.” he held out his hand to her. She took his hand, the sound of a whoopee cushion going off. She looked to him with such a shocked look on her face, he busted out laughing. She started to giggle at first and then joined his riotous laughter. He took this moment to touch her SOUL with his magic. 

‘a blue SOUL huh? made of integrity. but there is something wrong with it, maybe she has a sickness? its pretty guarded, guess it would need to be with the amount of prejudiced directed at her.’ his thoughts were everywhere, he wanted to dive deeper, but that would activate an encounter, and he didn’t want that. 

“Mine is Layla.” she smiled, it was more genuine this time. Layla felt her mind clearing up, it was so odd to her, to feel this much clarity. Her arm didn’t itch, the voice was quiet, she felt such joy. Was this skeleton her new infatuation. She grinned more, if he made her feel like this, damn straight he is. Then she got worried. What if he was part of that other gang though? Fuck. Now she was conflicted, and, yes, sad. She thought hard, maybe she could convince the others that they weren’t all bad.

Classic looked to her, tilting his head as she looked so lost in thought. He saw Tops was about to move, so he had to get going too. 

“well kiddo, it was cool to meet ya, but I gotta get going, maybe we will see each other again if the stars allow it.” he smiled. She looked like she was about to have a panic attack at the thought of him leaving her side, but she calmed down quickly, bringing the mask back up.

“Yeah, I visit this park often, I would love to see you again!” she grinned. She would make damn sure of that.

The next skeleton boy who has really not been following the rules, was Mutt, much to Black’s disdain.

It happened recently. The two of them were sent to scout out one of the other gangs members, gauge how dangerous they were, things of that nature. Mutt couldn’t really care or bother, but Black did his job well and wouldn’t let his brother fall behind. 

They found their target as she was finishing off her work. She was making a call when she spotted the brothers her eyes narrowing to slits as she looked to them.

“GREETINGS MEAGER HUMAN! I AM THE MALEVOLENT BLACK! I AM HERE TO GREET YOU AND TO INSPECT YOUR WORK ETHIC!” he announced.

Roxas looked at this little tyrant, her eye twitching a bit. ‘The fuck does he mean my work ethic? What in the fuck? He is probably from that crew we made a deal with. They are probable here to gauge me, too bad for them I already finished the job.’ she thought and let out a sigh. She turned to them and glared.

“Listen, I already finished my job, I am now just waiting for my friend so I can leave.” her voice was cold and calm, not letting her inner anger boil up.

“AND I AM SURE YOU DID OKAY FOR A HUMAN.” Black smirked. Mutt sighed at his brother. Then he saw it, the flash of anger in her eyes. 

“Ex-fucking-scuse ME?!” she glared, her body going into full defense mode. Black looked shocked that she was raising her voice to him. “I do my damn job well I will have you fucking know!! You don’t know she about me or my family so you need to get off your high horse bucko, or that Napoleon complex is gonna come and bite you in the ass Mr.Shorty!!” she snapped. Black looked at her agape, his face turning a shade of red as he got angry.

“ARE YOU THREATENING ME HUMAN?!” he demanded.

“You wouldn’t know a good threat if it bit you in your bony ass!” she snipped, she turned on heal, flipped them off as she walked away. Mutt stood there with shock. Only members of his family have snapped at his brother, but this stranger did it without so much as a second of hesitation. He felt his SOUL thump in his ribs. Holy shit. He needed to know more about her. He quickly got his brother home so he could rant to the others. He had other plans. Like most of his other counterparts, he was an excellent tracker. He had her scent and follow it he did. 

For several days.

He would catch her walking around enjoying her days. He knew what he was doing was a bit creepy, but he wanted to know her, and she was on edge around him already cause of his brother. He wanted to amend that somehow. However life was funny to throw wrenches in ones plans.

She was on the way to debt collect. Mutt felt the amount of SOULS in the building though, she was outnumbered. It sent a chill down Mutt’s spine to think of her being hurt. So he snuck in, undetected to watch over her, and he felt himself fall harder for her. 

She was beautiful in the most deadly way as she gracefully took out each guard. Killing or incapacitating them in some way. Mutt killed those she knocked out, a well placed sharpened bone that remained undetected to kill them quickly without much noise. 

He almost hesitated though for one second, and one second was not something he could waste as he watched the main target point a gun point blank at Roxas. He snarled and tossed a sharpend bone at the mans head. Roxas’s eyes were closed, probably accepting her fate. Mutt took this moment to look more closely at her face. It was beautiful, he wanted nothing more than to touch her at that moment. Yet she as she opened her eyes slowly, he shortcutted out of there, leaving the bone as a symbol that someone had her back.

Roxas looked at the bone club in the targets head and shuddered. It had to be that skeleton fellow who had been following her. She felt a chill shoot down her spine, she knew about this for a few days, she would always see him in the corner of her eyes, like a ghost. She complained and bitched, if they didn’t have this deal she would have killed him earlier. Now at this job she had slipped up, got a bit careless, almost getting herself killed. Yet, cause of her skeletal stalker, she was alive, and very, very confused.    

Another that wasn’t going with the flow, cause well, when does he ever? Was Stretch.

Stretch was starting to frequent a couple of bars now. One was this nice classy joint, but it wasn’t for the drinks, hell he barely felt like drinking when he went to the bars. It was the entertainment he valued. 

“Please give the warmest welcome to the most lovely and ever illustrious, Zurie~” a male voice purred. Several claps and whoops were heard all through the bar as a woman with dark skin stepped out. Her dress clung to her as she smiled.

She nodded to the band and they began, her song was wonderful as she sung a catchy tune. Stretch loved her voice, it made his SOUL thump hard. She was lovely to boot. He couldn’t help but stare at her. Her voice was what drew him to her though. 

He sat and listened to her sing her different songs, as her set ended she thanked everyone for coming. Throwing a playful wink to the crowd. He felt his SOUL skip a bit. She walked through the crowd, saying hello to several people, going straight to the back to a large man, a man Stretch has found out that is a sugar daddy of sorts for Zurie. Giving her gifts for her attentions. He sighed and looked to the bar. He needed to get out before his jealousy got a hold of him, however, a playful smirk crossed his features as he called over the bartender.

Zurie listened to the older man talk to her about his day, this was probably the easiest part of her day, listening to the man talk about his day. She didn’t like classifying him as a sugar daddy, more like a sugar grandpa, he just wanted someone to talk to. She was happy to provide. They continued their conversation as a waiter came up and places a glass in front of Zurie.

“What’s this darling?” she asked. 

“It’s a Bee’s Knees, miss Zurie.” he answered. Zurie looked to the older gentleman beside her who shook his head, a sign he didn’t order the drink for her. “It was from a gentleman at the bar, he is right...oh, I guess he left. Well I gotta get back to work.” the young man smiled and went back to work. 

Zurie shuddered, she never drank anything that is a gift, it was her rule of thumb, it kept her safe. She turned to her patron and smiled as sweet as she could.

“I am sorry to cut our usual chat short George, but I have to turn in early today, my sister is coming into town tomorrow morning, and I don’t want to be lookin’ like death when she comes to my door!” she giggled. George nodded, letting her go, telling her he will see her in a few days. She waved at him, walking past the bar she stopped, waving the bartender down.

“Hey Tom, was wonderin’ who got me that drink?” she asked.

“It was some skeleton fellow.” He answered nonchalantly.

Zurie went rigid. A skeleton? She smiled, nodded, making an even quicker exit than before. Changing clothes as quickly as she could. The family was talking about the skeleton gang, she could hope that it was just one of her families skeletons, but they knew what she usually drank so that was unlikely as finding water in Hell. 

Zurie walked quickly to her next destination, she was going to go to Capn’s bar but with the feeling of being watched along her back, she thought better of it, deciding to go home instead. She had almost made it to, the feeling of safety enveloping her, it was short lived though. 

“i’m sorry if this comes of corny, but you have a beautiful voice.” a sweet thick voice said behind her. Zurie let out the most unladylike squeak as her set of wings popped out her back, hitting whoever it was behind her, they released an oof of a noise. 

Zurie turned and was about to apologize when she saw the tall skeleton who was now rubbing his sternum. She felt a chill, her wings shuddering softly.

“sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to startle you honey.” he chuckled softly, a dorky sort of smile on his face. 

Zurie didn’t know what to say in all honesty, but she felt that small little bubble of anger pop, so anger it was.

“Have you been followin’ me this whole time!?” she glared. Her wings flared, their movements tied with her emotions.

“i-i’m sorry!” he raised his palms in a form of surrender. “i’m just kinda...shy? i didn’t know how to approach you.” he rubbed the back of his skull, looking away from her. She felt the anger bubble die a bit but she held onto it.

“Ya could have said something at the bar! Instead of following me around!” she crossed her arms. By the way he was talking, he was either not part of the skeleton crew, or didn’t know she was part of the ‘rival gang’. This could be useful.

He nodded and looked ashamed. Zurie bit her lower lip, feeling a bit guilty herself. She sighed and extended her hand to him. He looked at it, then to her.

“Let’s try again, my name is Zurie, nice to meet ya.” she smiled sweetly.

“i’m stretch, nice to meet you honey.” he gripped her hand, smiling back.

He may have a lot of regrets being pulled into this universe, but they were disappearing quickly as he shook hands with this beautiful songstress.  

[winchestcr]

@totouchthcstars (Baby) continued from here

Dean missed the good old days of the prank wars he had with Sam. They’d use their best jokes and props on the other when it was least expected. He’d never not consider himself the master but Sam definitely held his own, nothing Dean would ever admit to of course. So much had happened in their lives the brothers often forgot what it was like to just have fun sometimes and after the intense events of the last week Dean figured it was time to just have a little bit of fun. He stored the whoopee cushion in an unsuspecting place in one of the pockets of his shirt, ready for whenever Sam would get back it’d be at one of the most unsuspecting times if only to see his brother genuinely smile.

What better person to bounce the idea off of than Baby even if he was slightly appalled she didn’t know what a whoopee cushion was. “No, please NOT the red fluffy thing!” He teased holding up his hands in defense with a smile. Baby really was a good shot though he wouldn’t expect anything less from her. It was as if he taught her all of these things himself even though he hadn’t. “You don’t know what a whoopee cushion in the hand trick means? Baby, you wound me! Are you sure you’re my car?” He teased, removing the whoopee cushion from the pocket of his jack and discreetly placing it in the palm of his hand, “All right, come here, I am sorry, bring it in for a hug,” As he went in to hug her, the cushion let out the all too familiar farting sound and like a five year old, Dean couldn’t help but bust out laughing. “See? What did I tell you? Always funny!”