#then i don’t think she could be more than a year older than dany?

[dragonseeds]

whenever i remember that rhaella had rhaegar at about the same age that dany had rhaego i get the urge to just jump off a mountain. i live in a valley i could do this easily.

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

So Danny is older, and lives in Gotham as a mechanic (he could be a We mechanic, a JLA mechanic, whatever) and eventually, he starts dating Bruce Wayne.

Now, Danny knows the Wayne at the bats, it’s kinda hard to hide your vigilantism from a former vigilante. But Danny doesn’t mention it, he knows the dangerous of telling your loved ones.

Jazz is alive and a therapist is Coast City (Jazz x Hal? Could that work? Idk too much about the green lanterns). Dan is undercover to investigate pools of corrupted ectoplasm that’s guarded by an assassin cult, and Dani is still traveling the world, not for pleasure, but for the Realms.

Dani doesn’t age. It’s a side effect of being a clone. She destabilized one to many times and now her ghost half won’t let her age so she won’t die.

Dani can’t exactly settle down in a city likes the others. She looks 12. And while her siblings would take care of her in a heartbeat, she needs to fill her obsession of history and adventure.

So, she starts hunting for old artifacts, especially the magic ones. It’s a great way to learn about history and get a sense of adventure.

She’s been doing this for a couple years, building a name for herself and she gotten very good. (Keep in mind she only looks 12, but she’s actually like 33 mentally and intellectually)

Eventually, she crosses paths with a bat while searching for an artifact. (Even better if its Duke. We need more Duke. Probably won’t work with Cass, we’ll use Duke for the prompt, but can be switched out)

Obviously, Duke is kinda confused as to why a 12 yo is going after a dangerous magic artifact in the middle of but-fuck nowhere and offers to take her to Gotham and drops her off there after taking the artifact.

Dani knows better, she was going to refuse, but the realized she could take this as a free ride. So she agrees.

The reach Gotham and go their separate ways, and Duke goes home immediately, didn’t even take the time to tell anyone about the girl. but when Duke is at home hanging with their civilian stepdad, Danny gets a call and says he’s inviting his younger sister over

Bruce: Jazz? Jazz is older that you

Danny: nope! I have another sister!

Everyone: ???

Bruce: how comes we never meet her?

Danny: you have! She was at the wedding! But you’ll see her again don’t worry! She doesn’t visit often so I’m excited!

They arrives, the bat opens the door and Dani walks in.

Danny: Dani!!

Dani: Danny!!

So people are confused, Duke is like omg my aunt is an artifact hunter?? while everyone else is like omg my aunt is younger than me??

Eventually, Danny opens her backpack and goes:

Dani: so I was in *insert random place in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere* and found this! *pulls out artifact* I thought you would like so I brought it for you!

Danny: aww, thanks Dani, you shouldn’t have

Duke, who put that artifact in the cave for study: 👁️👄👁️

And Dani gives them a wink.

Duke isn’t going to take that lying down and attempts to find out Dani’s secrets while shes thwarting him at every turn.

Dani stays at the manor for a while, but nobody believe Duke when he tries warning them of Dani, because Duke didn’t tell anyone about the artifact

Things become even more alarming when Danny also start thwarting him, despite not know the family secret. (Danny thinks that Duke is onto the family secret.)

Cue crack, angst, fluff, whatever your heart desires.

[nabipumpum]

☁︎ Me and You ᴷᵃⁿᵍ ᴴᵃᵉʳⁱⁿ ˣ ᶠ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Pairing - Kang Haerin X f!reader

Genre - Fluff

Synopsis: Ever since you were teenagers, your friends always threw you surprise parties because you never wanted one, now it has become a comfortable routine and you are happy as long as you are with your friends and your girlfriend at the end of the day.

Warnings - Non idol au!, all members are two years older (script only), relationship established, Haerin and reader live together

Word Count - 1.737

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Haerin smiled brightly as she finished decorating the cake in front of her. It's your birthday and like every other year since you met, Haerin and her friends would never let this date go unnoticed, you deserved at least a cake.

"Perfect." she murmured happily and gained the attention of Danielle, who was taking other decorations out of the bag.

“That looks cute.” Danielle held back a laugh at Haerin's clumsy decoration.

“Do you think she’ll like it?”

“She loves anything you touch.” the girl took the objects out of the bag again.

That was completely true, since your friendship, you always praised everything your friends did, but you always had special attention for the feline girl, because she was the one who caught your attention, no one could do anything like she did.

You left with Minji and Hyein, which gave Hanni, Dani and Haerin enough time to put together a mini party for you before you came back. It was the same thing as always, Dani chose the decorations and decorated it together with Hanni, who in addition to helping Dani also cooked the cake, the cake that Haerin always put together and decorated in a different way every year, so you arrived, pretended to be surprised and said thank you everyone for doing something like that for you, always saying that they didn't need it. It was the best birthday routine you could ask for.

You laughed as Minji fought with Hyein once again.

“We can’t take that one too, just pick one.”

“But they’re both good.”

“But we can’t take both.”

"Why not?" Minji massaged her temples while the youngest laughed in amusement.

“Why don’t you choose one and we’ll buy another one the next day?” You approached and caressed the girl's back, Minji silently thanked you for freeing her from stress.

“What if there’s no more here?”

“Hide it.” you gained a bright smile as the girl hid the plush on her arm as deep as possible on one of the shelves.

“Okay, let’s pay then.”

“Thank you Unnies, you are the best.”

“Am I the one who will pay?”

“Y/n-unnie gave me a smarter idea.” you watched the older girl roll her eyes while Hyein just had fun with it.

In the apartment, the three girls discussed (just Dani and Hanni actually) how they should decorate the wall.

“Star curtain!”

"No! Of tapes.”

“Let’s stick together.”

“Not these kind of tapes.”

“Then use the right word!” Haerin watched everything as she opened one of the bags, seeing that curtain of light pink hearts, the same one she used to decorate the entrance to the terrace on the day she asked you to be her girlfriend, she smiled and took it out.

“This one looks perfect.” the two girls looked at her.

“Yes, definitely better than tapes.” Danielle got a slap from Hanni.

You walked next to Hyein as she showed you all the cute objects she found, it was your birthday but obviously Hyein was going to get more gifts than you.

“This one is so cute.” She showed you a blue pen with some drawings of clouds on it, you motioned for her to put it in the shopping basket.

“Hyein! We should buy things for Y/n! It’s her birthday.”

“Don’t worry about it Unnie, I’m happy as long as you’re happy.”

“That was so sweet, Unnie.” Hyein hugged you and sheltered Minji to join, both of them squeezing you.

“Let me breathe.”

Haerin put the last candle on the cake and took a photo, she was confused whether to send it to you or not, since you obviously knew they would be throwing a party for you, after all, going out to “distract your mind” with Hyein and Minji wasn't the best of things.

“More to the right.” Hanni watched closely as Danielle adjusted the number-shaped balloon on the wall. “Now you were a lot.”

“Decide!”

She didn't send it, seeing your reaction in person would be much better anyway.

“Let me go! I want to see that one!”

“Every store you went into just to “see” you bought at least two things.” Minji checked her phone, you already knew what she was checking.

“You are so boring.”

“Hyein!”

"Sorry." Minji laughed at how sorry she looked after you scolded the girl.

You called Haerin, Minji, and Hyein arguing about something in the background as you tapped your foot impatiently until you heard the girl on the other end of the line.

“Y/n?”

“Rin!”

“Why did you call me? Did something happen?”

“I just wanted to know how you are.”

“I… Ahm… Well…” you heard Hanni’s voice in the background.

“Did something happen?”

“Dani and Hanni are arguing about the position of the balloon.” she whispered.

“It looks interesting.”

“You would love it.” you smiled and watched Minji hold Hyein again, as the girl tried to enter the store.

“I think I have to hang up, I’ll see you in an hour?”

“Okay, stay safe, I love you.”

"I love you."

Haerin, Hanni and Danielle looked at the decorated wall and table, there were confetti in several places because Hanni accidentally popped a balloon and it ended up becoming part of the decoration, there were your favorite sweets spread across the table in something that Dani called a “concept”, in fact she just didn't know a way to organize them, but Haerin knew you would like it and that made the three girls feel proud of the work they did.

“We’re good at that.”

“It was years of practice.”

“The first year was really bad.”

You waited anxiously until Minji finally said that you guys should leave, of course Hyein wanted to continue seeing the stores and some food stalls, but you also agreed with Minji and that made the girl have no choice but to go with you two. Minji and Hyein bought you some things (Hyein bought more things for herself claiming that “it’s a necessity”) and you made a mental note to put them on your shelf when they got to the apartment.

When the three of you entered the elevator you became impatient and fought the urge to stamp your foot on the floor, maybe the top floor wasn't the best idea.

You turned the key in the door and slowly opened it until you finally heard a bang and the rain of confetti with the 5 girls shouting “surprise”, you already knew this was going to happen, but you couldn't hold back your smile.

“Wow, you guys are excited.” you walked in and felt Danielle hug you tight.

“It’s your birthday, we have to be excited.” You broke away from the girl's tight hug and looked at the decoration, you immediately recognized the curtain of hearts and smiled when you remembered.

-(

“Did you do all this?” Haerin smiled as she sat in the chair across from you.

“Yes, is it bad?”

"No no! It’s beautiful…” you watched her look around “But why all this?”

“I wanted it to be something special.”

"That's it…"

"Strange? Shameful?"

"No! It’s cute, you worked hard for this, that’s why I like you.”

"Serious?" She nodded and looked back at you, you took a deep breath and reached for the box in your coat pocket “I… shit, I think I should have prepared myself.” she laughed.

“Okay…” she placed a hand on yours and you felt a little less nervous, you knew the answer she would give, but at least you wanted to give a good speech.

“Haerin… I really fell in love with you the moment I saw you and I've never seen anyone other than you since, this might be weird because we've been friends for so long, but I want you to know that it was you and it will always be you, so I want to make you happy from now on in the right way, so… will you be my girlfriend?”

"Yes, yes, yes!" You smiled at the sparkle in her eyes, you opened the box and took the ring, then placed it on her finger.

Happiness has never left your life since this day.

)-

"Did you like it?" Haerin walked over and held your hand, the gentle squeeze warmed your heart.

“It turned out great.”

"Thanks." Hanni turned around.

"Hey! Me and Dani did it!” You laughed.

“You guys did it great.”

"Thanks." the girl smiled, her sudden change in mood made you and Haerin hold back a laugh, when she walked away you looked at the girl who was already looking at you.

“I have a gift.” she pulled you to the couch and grabbed a bag from the coffee table.

“One more?”

When you rented the apartment, Haerin visited you more often until you finally asked her to live with you, on all your birthdays, Haerin was always at your house in the morning giving you the first gift and hug of the day, that is if it became another routine that only showed the love the girl feels for you even more.

This year the gift was a collector's edition book that you had wanted for a long time, which almost brought you to tears after seeing the author's signature.

“This one is different, it’s for our collection.” You watched as she opened the bag and a small box, opening it and showing it to you with a small smile.

“This is cute, is it for the family?”

“Yes, it’s me and you”

"Us?"

“Yes, you are the rabbit and I am the cat.”

“Are we married?”

“We’re engaged.”

“We should make this come true.”

“ARE YOU GUYS GOING TO GET MARRIED?”

“HYEIN!” you pushed the girl away and laughter filled the room once again, you looked at Haerin, who was now a little shy because Hyein had heard the conversation, you ran your finger on her cheek before pulling her closer and give her a soft kiss on the lips.

“We should have kids too.”

“Are you going to get Hae-unnie pregnant?” You pushed Hyein again and watched the girl fall dramatically and beg for Dani's help, saying how aggressive you were.

You looked at Haerin for a few seconds before finally concluding.

I must start planning the proposal.

[whumpyourdamnpears]

Fruit of the Wicked: Chapter 13

Content Warning: lady whump, male whumper/female whumpee, POC whump (whumpee is a Black woman), age gap whump (whumper is an older man), religious whump (Christianity), captivity whump, negative talk about religion, physical punishment (hitting)

Thank you to Marz and Gen for beta reading this chapter!

Word Count: 2043 Previous Next

The lack of information was eating at Dani.

They had gone somewhere, that much was certain. But where? Theoretically, anywhere. They had been gone the entire day. Being gone that long led Dani to believe that it hadn’t just been to go to get groceries or run a quick errand. They could’ve done that within a few hours. And without drugging me, Dani thought to herself sourly. Which meant they either went somewhere and stayed there, or they traveled somewhere farther away, somewhere out-of-state.

Wait. Was Dani still in the States?

Probably. She had been out for God knows how long when he first took her, but judging by their accents and the foliage, they were most likely still in the States. Somewhere farther down south, perhaps.

Dani’s head swam with questions, now that it wasn’t swimming from hunger. She could think a little more clearly, at least for now, which meant now was the time for figuring things out. And asking questions.

The man came in that evening with a bottle of water, as was now their new usual. Dani took and drank it. She could always refuse it, but then that meant getting dehydrated. Besides, as far as Dani knew, he had no reason to drug her at this point. And if he did, he would find a way to do it anyways. It wasn’t worth the dehydration. He watched as she took a long sip from the bottle—her last one had run out early last night—and then went and settled into his arm chair, sighing as his ass hit the seat.

“What’s up with you?” Dani asked, rolling her eyes.

The man looked back over at her. “It’s just been a long day, is all.”

“Are you going to make me have to listen to you talk about it?” He’d done it before, and it was the most brain numbing thing Dani had experienced in recent years.

“No, not today. And stop rolling your eyes before they get stuck like that.”

Dani rolled her eyes again, for good measure.

The man sighed. “You just don’t listen, do you?”

“Why should I?” Dani said, huffing her chest. “You’re keeping me here like a zoo animal and, what, expecting me to be happy about that? Should I do a trick for you? Would that make you happy?”

“I’d never keep a wild animal in my house.”

“Oh, so that’s supposed to make me feel better?” Her voice rose. “A wild animal gets better treatment than I do?”

“If a wild animal had given me as much grief as you’ve given me, I would’ve put it down already.”

That shut her up. Temporarily.

The man sighed again, leaning forward in his chair. “Are you done now? Can we get on with today’s lesson?”

“Not like I have much of a choice in the matter, do I?”

“Now you’re starting to get it.”

Dani scoffed, folding her legs beneath her as she sat.

The man leaned to the bookshelf to retrieve his worn Bible, flipping through the pages once the spine of the book had settled into his palm. Humming to himself, the man eventually stopped at a page towards the middle of the book. Most of his lessons came from there, Dani had noticed. “This seems like a good one for today,” he said, standing up from his chair and groaning softly as his knees snapped into place. “Stand up.”

Dani groaned herself as she stood, for a different reason.

The man placed the book down on his chair face-up, then retrieved the switch from his pocket. “Are you ready to begin?” He asked her, wrapping the leather around his hand.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Dani mumbled.

“What was that? You need to speak up when you’re talking to me.”

“Yeah,” Dani said, in a slightly louder voice. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Alright then.” The man took Dani’s wrist into his hand and gently pulled it towards him. Dani barely fought against it. “Psalm 25: Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions; according to thy mercy—"

“What, you’re not gonna break it up for me this time?”

The switch came down onto her wrist, hard. “Don’t interrupt me.” The man gently scolded her. “—Remember me for thy goodness’ sake, oh Lord. Good and upright is the Lord; therefore will He teach the sinners in the way. Look upon mine affliction and my pain; and forgive all my sins.”

“There’s no way—"

The switch came down again. Dani yelped.

“Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions. According to thy mercy, remember me for thy goodness’ sake, oh Lord. Good and upright is the Lord; therefore will He teach the sinners in the way. Look upon mine affliction and my pain, and forgive all my sins.”

Dani heaved out a heavy breath. “Remember not the sins of my youth, nor, my transgressions?” She waited for the switch to come down. It didn’t. She sighed and continued. “According to thy mercy, remember me for… something something, oh Lord.”

The switch slapped against the inside of Dani’s wrist.

At the very least, Dani was getting better at memorizing the words. She wasn’t an auditory learner by any means, but she did learn by doing, and repeating it enough times helped the words stick in her mind.

She wondered if the man already knew that.

“What’s your name, by the way?” Dani asked, rubbing her wrist.

“Don’t get distracted. Let’s keep going.” He repeated the verse again.

“I’m not getting—ow, Jesus fucking Christ—distracted, you’ve just never told me your name, and I don’t know what to call you.”

The man’s eyes bore in hers. “Jack.” He said, bringing the switch down onto Dani’s wrist again, still making eye contact.

“Well, Jack, you’re a fucking prick.”

The switch came down again. It was worth it that time.

“Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions. According to thy mercy, remember me for thy goodness’ sake, oh Lord. Good and upright is the Lord; therefore will He teach the sinners in the way. Look upon thy affliction and my pain, and forgive all my sins.”

“Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my trans-fucking-gressions. According to thy mercy, remember me for thy goodness’ fucking sake, oh Lord.”

The switch came down much harder than it had before. It made Dani’s arm bones rattle. “Watch your mouth,” Jack warned her. “I won’t have you bastardizing the Lord’s word, not in my house.”

“Can’t bastardize it more than you and every other Christian have for years.” Dani retorted, and waited for the next sting from the switch coming down.

“You grew up religious, then?”

“Yeah,” Dani said, attempting to pull her wrist away from the man. His grip held firm.

“What denomination?”

“Catholic.”

Jack scoffed. “That explains it, then.”

“What, you have an issue with Catholics or something? I don’t think you have much room to talk.”

The switch came down again. Dani gasped as it landed on the raw patch of skin on her wrist.

“Anything is better than a Catholic.”

“Even an atheist?” Dani asked. The switch came down again. “Will you quit doing that? We’re not even doing it right now!”

“Exactly. Now get back to it.”

Jack repeated the verse.

Dani attempted to as well.

It ended with a switch to the wrist.

“Where do you go on Sundays?” Dani blurted out.

The man shot Dani a pained look. “Don’t. Get. Distracted.” He drawled, punctuating each word with a slap to the wrist. Dani flinched for each and every one. “Besides, you don’t need to know where I go and what I do. What you need to know is what I tell you. And I’m telling you that you don’t need to know where I go right now.”

“If I get the verse right, will you tell me?”

“Why is this so important to you?” Jack asked, dropping Dani’s arm. Dani quickly snatched it out of his reach before he could get his hands back on it and cradled it with her other arm. “Does it impact you?”

“I would say being drugged would impact me, yeah.” Dani shot back, cradling her arm. “Besides, what the hell else do you and your daughter have to do that’s so important it takes an entire Sunday to accomplish?”

Jack took in her words before his lips curled into a sickening smirk. “It’s killing you not to know, isn’t it?”

“No.”

“Oh, I think it is.” Jack paced from one side of the room to the other. “How about this: if you can get through this verse, I’ll tell you where me and my daughter go on Sundays?”

Dani didn’t have much of a choice anyways. “Deal.”

The man held out his hand to take Dani’s wrist once more. Dani obliged.

“Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions.”

“Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions.”

“According to thy mercy, remember me for thy goodness’ sake, oh Lord.”

“According to thy mercy, remember me for thy… goodness sake, oh Lord.”

“Good. Good and upright is the Lord: therefore will He teach sinners in the way.”

“Good and upright is the Lord. Therefore will he teach sinners the way.”

“Close enough. Look upon mine affliction and my pain; and forgive all my sins.”

“Look upon my affliction and my pain, and forgive all my sins.”

Jack smiled and let go of Dani’s wrist. “You did good. I think I might’ve gone a bit too easy on you this time.”

“My wrist begs to differ.”

He smiled wider. “So, you really want to know where we go on Sundays?”

Dani shrugged.

Jack made his way back to his chair, picking the book up from his seat and plopping down. “Family.”

“Family?”

“Yes, family.” Jack closed the Bible and placed it down on the side table next to his worn leather chair. “I’ve got some brothers that live not too far from here that we go and visit on Sundays for mass.”

Family. Strange to think that a man like him would have family like that. Which begged the question—

“Do they know about me?” Dani asked, apprehensive.

Jack tilted his head back and forth. “They know you exist, yes. They know what I do.”

Great. “And they’re fine with that?”

“Oh, yes. In fact, I’m sure they’d argue I’m much more lenient on my girls than I should be. They take a… different approach with theirs.”

Theirs? What kind of freaks were in this family? “Oh, so, they’re crazy, too?”

Jack’s face straightened out. “I’d rather you not talk about my family that way, darlin’. Especially not in front of them. They won’t take it nearly as kindly as I do.”

“Will I be able to meet them?” Hope briefly bubbled up in Dani’s chest. If he took her out of the room and put her into a car for a drive, there was a chance at escape. She could signal for help to other drivers. Hell, she could even throw herself out of the vehicle if she had to. Waiting for the man to respond, Dani tried her best to keep the feeling off her face.

“Eventually. Once we’ve straightened you out a bit. They don’t take kindly to disobedience, either, and I’d rather not have to clean your insides off the walls. Are we clear about that?”

The hope withered in Dani’s stomach, just a bit. She nodded.

“Good. I hope that answers your question, because that’s all I’m willing to share at the moment.” Jack smirked. “Unless, of course, you’d like to try your hand at reciting more verses.”

“I’m alright,” Dani said, looking the man up and down. She’d rather not give her wrist another reason to hate her.

“Alright, then.” Jack reached for the Bible again. “And if that’s all, I’d like to sit and read for a while. Uninterrupted.”

“Not like I could stop you if I wanted to.” Dani replied.

Although, she could make it really fucking annoying for him.

“So, do you believe in dinosaurs?” Dani asked as she sat back down. The man gave her an unenthused look as he opened his book back up.

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[sereneres]

dollz™ ³

newjeans x 6th member!reader / 0.8k

summary. — in which danielle has too much time on her hands. she also isn’t really there but we’re going to ignore that

warnings. — danielle is here yet isn’t at the same time

“this name thing is lowkey kinda hard.”

hyein huffs, rolling onto her side and raising an eyebrow at the older girl. “don’t you already have all of yours, unnie?”

“well, no, i still have to come up with with mine and ynnie’s.” hanni sighs, dropping her chin into her palm. “the others were easier. bbangsaz, kittyz, twotolz, niniz–”

“why are you and dani-unnie ‘niniz’?” haerin tilted her head. “couldn’t you just be ‘aussiez’? because you both came from australia?”

minji, sighing, patted the girl on the soldier with a look of faux sympathy. “don’t question it too much, haerin, you’ll just get lost in the complicatedness that is hanni’s mind.”

“hey, just so you know, danielle was the one who wanted niniz, not me!”

“oh.” minji blinked, then turned back to haerin to once again pat her on the shoulder. “nevermind haerin.”

“hey–”

hyein groans, turning to you as the two girls continued bickering. haerin, having already settled down on minji’s lap, starts to doze off.

“yn-unnie~” she whines, shuffling closer to you and placing her hands on your knees. “can you help me, please?”

her words are almost robotic, seeing as she had said them in english, and that, paired with the pouty look on her face, was enough to make you coo at the younger girl.

“don’t worry about it too much, hyein.” you murmured, placing a hand on her head and petting her. “it’ll come to us… hopefully.”

minji, being unable to move with a sleeping haerin in her lap, turns her head nearly one-hundred and eighty degrees to look at you. “maybe you should ask danielle for help. she’s pretty good at coming up with names.”

“sh– mph,” haerin yawned. “she made a list of ship names for us already. didn’t you guys get her message?”

“she did?” hanni frowned, picking up your phone. “when’d she send it?”

“hanni-unnie, that’s my phone–”

the older girl pressed a finger to your lips, her eyes fixed on the screen of your phone. “shush, yn, you weren’t using it anyway.” she paused. “uh, what’s your password again?”

“just use your own phone, unnie.” hyein sighed, plopping her head onto your lap. “it would be faster if you did.”

you too sigh, albeit more out of exasperation than tiredness. “debut date, hanni-unnie.” you reminded her for the nth time that month. “it’s our debut date.”

“right… did you use month day year, day month year, year month day, or year day month?”

“hanni-unnie.”

“okay, okay, i got it, no need to whine… oh wow this list is long–”

“what about barbiez?” hyein cut in, having pulled up the list on her own phone. “that’s pretty cute, right, yn-unnie?”

you hum. “it is, but i don’t think we can just use barbiez. for one thing, it would look weird being spelt with a z when everyone spells it with an s–”

“all of our shipnames look weird with a z though.” haerin muttered. “dani-unnie and i use ‘candyz’ and not ‘candies’…”

“and, most importantly, we could get into some issues using the name barbie despite not being affiliated to the brand.” you smile apologetically at the girl in your lap, the beginnings of a pout on her face. “sorry, hyein-ah, but we can’t use it.”

“what about bratz?” hanni suggested, having not paid attention to anything you had said. “you and hyein look like bratz, right, minji?”

minji blinks. “erm…” she glances at you, her silent plea for help plastering an amused yet small smile on your lips.

“we can’t use that one because, as i said earlier, copyright and or trademark issues, hyein.” you said. “also, i don’t think it would be a good look if we were called bratz. it’s too much like the word brats, and who knows how many people already think of us like that…”

“those pe’ple are jus’ haters, unnie.” haerin murmured sleepily. “ignore ‘em.”

hanni huffed and nodded her head in agreement with the younger’s words. “well said, haerin, well said.”

“okay, what about dollz?” minji asked, looking at hyein. she had, at somepoint, taken your phone from hanni and was going through the list danielle had created. “since you can’t use barbiez or bratz, why not just use dollz?”

“dollz.” hyein repeated thoughtfully, seemingly testing how the word sounded. “that’s…”

“it’s perfect.” you leaned forward, trying and failing to peek at the screen—it was a privacy screen, hence your failure—of your phone. “was it on dani-unnie’s list?”

the older girl nodded. “it was.” she gives you your phone before pointing at the name on the screen. “see, it’s like, ten or so names down from the first one in the third row.”

“oh… just how many names did dani-unnie come up with?”

“she came up with around twenty–”

“oh, that’s not that bad.”

“–for each pairing, excluding the ones we already made names for, so, around a hundred?”

“a hundred?!”

previous. / pairz. / next.

[esther-dot]

In line with the anti-jonsa arguments, the only one I believe had some impact on me (this isn’t even in universe, it’s just in general) was that incest is inherently oppressive towards women. The one person who is not supposed to think of you like that, look at you like that - does. There is no safety for you to fall back on because even your family is not acting like family. I don’t know how this will translate with Jon and Sansa, because Sansa will expect protection as a sister and then them falling in love with each while knowing the other is their half-sibling is tilted towards Jon having more power in that dynamic as a man. Then comes in the question of Sansa’s claim to Winterfell and Jon being the heir to Robb’s will. It’s muddled up and the solution (join together in marriage) doesn’t look as appealing to considering incest here will still hurt Sansa, because of society being inherently systemically oppressive, and not save her or her claim. (This is one of the reasons why I didn’t like show KiTN Jon because whatever the fuck happened to “Winterfell belongs to my sister Sansa”. I mean there’s a lot wrong with the show after that but it particularly pissed me off lol because in canon jon would NEVER do that and is the true air raid siren canary in the coal mine for Jon’s character butching (jonerys 🙄)) Anyway, lost track there, but yeah. And on top of all of that, how is GRRM going to paint a better picture of something he’s been criticising for almost 30 years now? Still a Jonsa though, because I am a clown 🤡

(about this ask)

It’s really hard to tell which resolution Martin is working towards! On the one hand, it could be about creating a scenario in which politics / love align and resolving the Northern succession crisis gives Sansa and Jon everything they ever wanted. I love tidy storytelling, so that is very appealing to me. However, I do agree with you that that resolution isn’t without certain concerning aspects.

The other possibility is, it’s a test for Jon, just as he has continual been tempted throughout the series, only, this is the greatest one yet. His brother, friend, the heir, the KitN himself chose Jon. As a Jon fan, I love what that will mean to him. The show didn’t have the benefit of Robb’s Will, so it felt more ooc for Jon than it could be written in the books. After all, Sansa is still married to Tyrion. Also, with different factions in the books possibly supporting different Starks, it’s possible Sansa sees the greater good (she doesn’t consider her claim much after all/isn’t attached to it) and works to get everyone to support Jon as he is older, male, has Robb’s endorsement, and might play a key role in winning back Winterfell so he could be a peace candidate / the one everyone can coalesce around. I mean, that’s a little hard for me to imagine with the prejudice against bastards and what his rep will be post rez, but Martin could write it in a way that doesn’t feel like Jon taking advantage of the situation and rather, Jon doing something he feels guilty about out of necessity, with the blessing of Robb and more importantly Sansa. However, if it is a test, Jon would have to instead defend Sansa’s claim. If Jon refuses everything and then parentage reveal comes out, they could marry at a later date when the relationship can be of Sansa’s choosing, removing the disturbing implications of the political benefits for Jon/the power imbalance.

I’ve moved towards the secret wedding idea (here are posts about that 1, 2). Sansa would probably have to suggest the idea herself and persuade him giving her a lot of agency in her own fate, and it’s potentially a callback to Jace/Sara and Rhaegar/Lyanna. That could happen secretly purely because she’s already married and she wants to be married before he goes to war, or because they don’t have support for it (maybe the North does think it’s icky or is very anti Targ with the disaster of Dany’s invasion happening), or it might happen before Jon is exiled simply because Sansa wants it. I’ve said before, perhaps the best way to answer Sansa’s fears are for Jon to marry her when he can’t have Winterfell, so she knows it is her, not her claim, that he wants. In that scenario, there is nothing for Jon to gain, it is love, only love that motivates him. It’s the most romantic of the options, even if it isn’t the happiest.

Whatever the endpoint, I think there are enough variables that Martin could make any of a number of different paths work and keep them in-character for Jon as well as avoiding backtracking his criticisms simply because we will know Jon’s motivations.

[rise-my-angel]

I think choosing Arya and/or Sansa for Jon is so much worse than Dany. I don’t like any of those, but if you’re going to argue that they’re better for him, it’s sooo much worse and twisted. He didn’t know about Dany when they got involved, they didn’t know they were related. BUT he did grow up with the other two as their older brother and he sees them as his little sisters. Like you said it is 100% predatory.

He pushed Daenerys away, he would never pursue his little sisters, and that is a fact

Jons intentions do not need to start out as sexual or romantic to even be predatory. Look at Petyr Baelish. He did not right away pursue Sansa as a romantic replacement for Catelyn. But, he met her when she was a girl and knew her for many years as a girl who thought she could trust him as a safe mentor. He came to see her in that way, and begun to use that existing trust to groom her closer towards him.

Jon has seen those girls raised every single day of their lives, he was an older brother they knew they could always trust. So for Jon to suddenly see either of them in a romantic way, it means he is now using that preexisting trust to pursue them in a fashion that preys on their younger ages to trust in his intentions.

It's extremely predatory to know someone as a little kid, let alone all the way from birth as someone older, then begin pursuing them later in life at an appropriate age, because you are using that pre existing trust and feeling of saftey to now pursue them in a way that that dynamic was not used for until now.

But they think because Jon is a good person, that it means it's not predatory because it's him. But the fact is, to make the ships make sense, they still have to twist Jon into seeing two little girls he's seen as sisters from the day they were born, into something romantic where he holds the power over them. They trust him as a big brother and see him as someone safe, and now he does not view them as girls to keep safe from that sort of behavior because it now does not benefit his interests otherwise.

Jon is NOT that man. He never will be. The incest aside, which I've made clear he would be against, pursuing his little sisters or wanting him too, is to want Jon to break that trust and saftey they feel towards him as an older brother, to pursue something that they never trusted him for in the first place. And if they are saying he felt this way in the first place, and not just something that developed when they were all older, then it is direct grooming. Getting his little sisters to trust them because it benefits an interest that conflicts with the reasons they trust him.

But they have no idea this is what they're painting Jon out to be, and it is an insult to his character to ever think he'd behave that way towards two girls he has always been there to protect.

The Dany thing is much more about foresight. I do have the knowedge that they are related. I am aware Dany is his aunt, meaning that to support them getting together only before he knows the truth, is still to say, I want to see Jon unknowingly have sex with his aunt, despite knowing that revelation will be extremely traumatizing for him.

I do not support the idea of wanting Jon to willingly enter a situation that will later traumatize him in a manner that would likely destroy his ability to develop a healthy relationship in the future. It's now not me painting Jon as predatory, it's now me wanting to see Jon enter a relationship that will inevitably leave him traumatized. No one should want that. No one should want Jon to get into a situation that will inevitably leave him very fucked up from it.

The Sansa and Arya shipping with Jon is very bad because it means twisting Jon into a predator just to satisfy the optics of a ship you think you like. The Dany thing is very bad because you as the audience member, want Jon to get into a relationship that will leave him traumatized and unable to have a healthy relationship ever again.

The me thinking incest is bad and harmful and wrong and think none of the Starks would ever come close to supporting it, aside? Jonsa and Jonrya rely on Jon acting like a predator towards two girls who trusted them to be a safe person they can rely on. In these two ships, the problem is the shippers painting Jon to be the one committing harm.

Jonerys relies on the audience themselves supporting the idea of putting Jon in a traumatizing situation just to satisfy your own whims, and not caring of what wanting a character to be in a trauamtizing situation because you like it, looks like to other people. In this ship, the problem is the shipper themselves wanting to force Jon into a situation where we already know will harm him down the line.

Jonsa and Jonrya is wanting Jon to harm the girls, Jonerys is the audience itself wanting to harm Jon. And no amount of cope can change that. In this series especially, they really should have a better understanding by now of the ramifications of putting characters into situations that will knowingly harm them, and should want to avoid the desire to see those characters in further harmful situations for your own personal shipping satisfaction.

Jon, Arya, and Sansa all deserve better then to be trapped in this toxic incestual shipping war.

[madlyn5ever]

Okay Part four of my casting thoughts for East High musicals (I thought I posted part 3 yesterday but I didn’t so that’s up now)

Today’s musical: Cindy and The Discoball !!

(It was my first live musical that I know of -I had a more interesting life as a child without their consciousness yet than now so, maybe I’ve been to one before I don’t know- I think I went to the frozen musical at Disneyland once a couple years ago but I only remember sitting down so I don’t think that counts)

(Anyway Cindy ATD was super fun and definitely a worth while experience if it ever runs again. I saw it at the Garry Marshall in Burbank and it’s small but so nice. It has cool memorabilia in glass cases inside and my Cindy sweatshirt is a favorite merch item of mine in the mix of concert stuff I own)

Anyway!

Kris: Ashlyn. Absolutely no contest Ashlyn would be playing Kris with a K. The non-binary energy here is something that just screams Ashlyn “gender is a construct let’s do this” Caswell. Absolutely my best casting decision for Ashlyn ever I think.

Cindy Fontaine: as much as this role is literally played by Saylor, I’m obligated to say Gina. (Maddox can’t act! But she’s doing her best!) Or Emmy, honestly I need to give Emmy some roles and I think this could be a good one for her. Being the youngest in the group she definitely could play a younger step-sister. I just- I think Gina would be cast here and do it well, but also Emmy’s good too so, I don’t know one of those two.

Eleanor: it’s tricky but I’d have to say, as much as she can’t really act, Dani. She could play a self centered spoiled older step-sister well. She would absolutely kill it as this frigid cool kid.

Buddy: this is a Ricky role and I’m absolutely right about it. The adhd sporty guy who’s actually kind of sweet and himbo-y fits Ricky so well. There’s no other East high drama kid who could pull off the timing of this man as Buddy. It’s almost too perfect.

Pablo: I’m gonna say seb because Pablo and Buddy are one whole nuckle head sandwhich and sebs innocent obliviousness with Ricky’s chaos demon would equal beautiful disaster in the most perfect way.

Soul Sister: Kourtney. Enough said. The powerful vocals, the fact that Kourtney would want to play a powerful woman who’s also magical, this is like Sharpay for her.

Tommy: as much as I’d love to make this little guy (he’s really just a little guy, who loves his school newspaper.)

As much as I’d love to make him Ricky to fit the Gina/ Ricky leads power duo, he can’t be Ricky, Ricky is too much of a Buddy.

So I’d probably say Jet. He’s perfect for this character because he is the kind of guy who could play a foil to Ashlyn’s character in a way. Like maybe not a foil but two people who are both friends with the main character and I don’t know I just think Ashlyn and Jet would make a great buddy cop duo and I feel like that in a way fits these two characters.

Also Jet singing about the news? Heck yes.

[miscmonstro]

The Uno Reverse Adoption Saga Comments Q&A

I’m so sorry I took so long :(

questions and answers below the line

Firstly: Things I clarified and feel could have caused some confusion:

Clarification 1: I do take suggestions! So long as no one is rude I love hearing other people’s thoughts/ideas/feedback/speculations/etc. ^_^

Clarification 2: The trio are all halfas. How? Why? What am I basing their abilities off of? Go read Third Time by DarkNympha, I genuinely cannot write anything better than that to capture the astoundingly awesome ideas and emotions than they did. I tried to write my halfa trio as close to how they were depicted there as possible because it is such a work of art. 20/10 would recommend! 

Secondly, Questions:

1 Q: How did the trio die?

A: See 10 Q or refer to Clarification 2 :)

2 Q: What was the Scramble Incident? 

A: A plot device. The scrambled tech is a challenge for the trio and it does indirectly cause a lot of opportunities/problems I can capitalize on in the story. Currently, fleshing out the incident over time and defeating the scrambler is planned be sort of like a “look how everyone’s changed” deal.

3 Q: Sam and Tucker have mechanical parts integrated to their ghost forms- do they get special functions? 

A: Yep! Sam’s camera can take a picture of a person and the picture it shows is of their death! If it is a place it will show who or whatever died their last. She can control it to some degree by filtering out certain kind of death, like if she only wanted to see victims of drowning at a place, or if she only wanted info on cats that have died recently instead of whatever has died recently in general. They mostly used the camera in the scant old, unsolved cases to help some ghosts find peace (No one really gets murdered in Amity now a day so its old cases). 

Tucker’s PDA is a living extension of himself and so it can’t really be hacked since he can just adjust things on the fly. Anything he has on his PDA is something he can remember. Say he used his PDA and texted someone a month ago- he’d remember the conversation clearly. Additionally he doesn’t have to focus as much as other ghosts to overshadow tech since the PDA acts as a catalyst (in a sense). I haven’t planned out the details of Tucker’s PDA as much as I have Sam’s camera as the camera becomes important sooner rather than later. Don’t be surprised if I tweak what the PDA can do ;)

4 Q: Has Jason mentioned Sam to anyone from the family yet? The Anti Ecto Acts seem like something Batman should know about.

A: He hasn’t! He looked through the acts, read the Fenton’s ‘research’ and realized that he fits the description of a violent non-feeling (he only really expresses anger or irritation these days) ghost pretty well. He doesn’t trust the others, especially Bruce, to see that ‘research’ and still think of him as a person. He’s not going to risk subjecting the trio to Batman either. It gets worse once he has access to the Amity side of the web and reads whatever bs the GIW has been spewing. It’ll get better though

5 Q: Danny has an ice core, so what cores do Sam and Tucker have?

A: I’ve combined strong electricity and fire into a plasma core, and that is what Tucker has. Sam has an earthy leaning nature core. Bonus info- Vlad has either a frail plasma core or a strong combustion nature core, Dani has an aqueous leaning nature core, and Clockwork has a temporal core.

6 Q: How old is everyone? 

A: The trio are 16 and that makes Jazz 19 as she is 2 ish years older than them. Jason is legally 26, and I know that he was dead for 4 years so he’s arguably 22. He and everyone else considers him 26 in story though. I haven’t decided on anyone else’s ages as of yet but Damian is probably going to be 14 because Jason needs more crises for me to address later on. 

7 Q: Are the Mansons/Jason worried that Sam is gone?

A: Addressed in the last 2 chapters! Directly: Jason was worried and now he’s… still worried. Indirectly: The Mansons, and the other party guests, are unconscious/unaware and are being carted off to hospitals. This’ll come up later.

8 Q: Is this on AO3?

A: Yes! You can go here and if that doesn’t work here is the link: 

9 Q: Sam is Jewish. Why are her parents so concerned with Christmas? 

A: This is less about religion and more about influence! They worry about the Christmas Gala because it’s a prestige thing to be invited and they care about their image too much not to go. It can be seen as a snuff if you don’t go and then Upperclass Politics Occurs. Additionally it’s a great time to socialize and do fancy rich people connections stuff. So yeah, their approach is based more the social aspect of the party than a religious one. 

10 Q:

Referring to this I assume: “People who died with conviction strong enough to become an obsession or who died traumatically enough to became ghosts did so with fully matured cores.”

A: When I wrote that I was focusing on how someone died and the events leading up to their death in my mind. For example, if someone was convinced they were being stalked for days beforehand and then is murdered they might have more emotional buildup than someone who gets murdered suddenly out of the blue. I feel like there would be a limited window after a person dies that outside events could still impact if they become a ghost- like if the murderer from the previous scenario hid the body after doing the deed the person might gather more ectoplasm and linger because they want their body to be found (more emotions basically). 

The death of the trio is the portal accident but Sam and Tucker got hit. I used Third Time as the basis for the trio (I highly recommend that read, I enjoyed it a ton). There are differences in abilities but for the most part I yoinked the fic as the background for the trio. I just… I did try to write a one shot in the same vein and then later when I was working out the details for the Halfa Trio I found myself just regurgitating Third Time in various ways. DarkNymfa knocked the ball out of the park. I just can’t do better than the original.

As far as Jason and his resurrection goes, I have not yet worked everything out and don’t want to say much on what I have decided on as that mystery is something that can act as a great tool to move the plot forward. Mysteries aren’t fun if they are figured out too quickly.

11 Q: Is Scarecrow a ghost?

A: Nope! He is liminal and the reason the trio mistook him for a ghost (besides his ghostly appearance) was that Jason, who was in the attic below them, triggered their ghost senses. They realized their mistake when Scarecrow/Crane didn’t fight Batman like a ghost would’ve. No intangibility, telekinesis, etc.

And that’s all. I’m sorry that some of these have been sitting in the comments for for months ^_^’

I’m going to try to get back into replying to comments so we’ll see how that goes.

[westerosoliviapope]

Auntie Dany & Prince Eggy

From the cutting board of an old story, as promised for @spookyscaryfox:

“Can I interest you in a mimosa, Auntie? A jay, perhaps?” 

Princess Daenerys turns away from the white clouds rippling beneath the plane wing like a banner in the wind to eye her nephew warily. He’s the last person she wants to be trapped on a plane with right now, but Elia wanted them to return from their respective international trips together.

From Volantis to Pentos, Daenerys appreciated blessed silence as her traveling staff gave her the space to process her loss privately before having to do so in public. 

Then, after an hour-long wait on a Pentoshi airfield, Aegon arrived.

“We aren’t going to brunch, Eggy; my mother is dead. And you’re not smoking on my plane.” 

“You’re right. Grandmother did love a good vodka tonic,” he says, retrieving a small plastic baggy full of gummy bears from a vintage leather duffle bag monogrammed with a stately “A.T. VI” before pressing the intercom. “We’d like two vodka tonics, please.”

“You carry your drugs in a monogrammed bag?” 

He blinks at her with eyes like Rhaegar’s—deep indigo opposed to the light violet of her own—with none of his seriousness. “What? They’re only illegal in Westeros.” 

Maybe vodka isn’t a bad idea. 

“How old were you when Grandmother let you have your first tonic?” Aegon asks, looking wistfully at the clear liquid in his glass. 

Dany smiles, remembering her mother’s summons in the wee hours after her fifteenth birthday party. It was a bit of a tradition in the family that when she summoned you to the Queen’s personal sitting room for a drink, she thought of you as an adult. 

“So,” her mother said in her gentle voice. “Tell me what you want to do with your life, my dear.”

To go to college—away from Westeros. To see the world and learn about life outside of palaces and stuffy old traditions. To contribute more to the world than smiling and hugging children for photo opportunities. 

She’d managed all of the above, with her mother’s ardent support every step of the way. Through six years at Sealord’s College in Braavos where she earned dual undergraduate degrees in international studies and economics, then a postgraduate degree in human rights. “Diplomacy” missions across Essos and as far east as Asshai while she raised funds to start The Mhysa Foundation, which advocated against labor-related human rights abuses all over the world. Her fervent lobbying against archaic labor laws in Astapor, Yuncai, Meereen, and Volantis that were little more than thinly-veiled slavery. 

And on the rare occasion Daenerys ended up in the tabloids for one silly thing or another (namely her weakness for the private company of tattooed Essosi futbol players), Rhaella never reprimanded her, even when Rhaegar and Elia expressed disapproval.

Gods, she missed her mother so much already. 

“Fifteen,” she finally answered Aegon. “You were a bit older, right?” 

Aegon nodded. “Nineteen. Not everyone was as wise beyond their years as you were, Auntie. Though,” he shrugs. “It could have been worse. I don’t think she had a drink with Uncle Viserys until he was twenty-one.”

That was certainly on-brand for her middle brother. “Do you remember what she said to you?” 

Her nephew cleared his throat and did his best impersonation of Rhaella’s prim, melodic voice. “‘You come from the stock of rulers and rogues, on both sides. Gods be good, you’ll be neither.’” Casting a look at the red-haired Royal Guardsman seated with the rest of the detail near the back of the plane, he smiles a wicked grin. “She was right. I much prefer to take after the women in my family.” 

Careful not to stare too hard at the older gentleman—Connington, if she’s not mistaken—Dany rolls her eyes. “Honestly, Aegon. He’s your father’s age.” 

Aegon motions for a refill. “That’s the point, Auntie. Don’t tell me you’ve never indulged in a little ‘daddy’ play? That enforcer from the Dothraki futbol team looked like the type.” 

Ordinarily, she’d indulge his need to dish; especially since it seems like he wants a distraction from his grief. But she’s in no mood to discuss her exes, least of all the one whose “sun and stars” tattoo she only recently removed from her hip bone. 

“How long has this been going on?” If the man had touched her nephew when he was underage, she’d personally have him gelded. 

“Before you start breathing fire,” Aegon held up his hand. “It’s only been since my twenty-third birthday. And I seduced him.” 

“If Rhaegar ever finds out…”

For the first time since he boarded the plane, Dany sees darkness cloud his carefree expression. “His precious heir has just given him adorable twin grandchildren. And he has a throne to ascend. Who shares my bed is the least of Father’s concerns.” 

Unfortunately, with Rhaegar and Elia on the throne, Dany has a feeling that the dating lives of all the unmarried Targaryens are about to be at the top of the list of the crown’s concerns. 

"I’m going to try to get some rest. There’s a proper mourning suit for you to change into before we land. A preview from Prada’s spring line.” 

With a smile, Aegon rises from his seat. “Princess Daenerys, Holder of Degrees, Khaleesi of Essosi Futbol Cocks, Mhysa of the Downtrodden, Procurer of Fine Fabrics for Her Favorite Nephew. Long may you reign.”  

“You’re only my favorite until little Baelon is old enough to have a Vodka tonic with his Great-Aunt.” 

Flipping her the bird, he retreats to one of the suites, leaving Dany once more in blessed silence.

____

A/N: I forgot how observant Aegon is on the low. Him saying he "takes after the women" in his family messing around with his bodyguard meant that he knew about Rhaella/Barristan and Elia/Arthur. lol

[lunarmoonanons]

Among Dragon Royalty

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YN has a hard time her first few hours in the red keep. The servants are too watchful. And the royals are strange and pale, their violet eyes unnerving to the girl. 

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Masterlist 

It took several maids to undress the strange child, intending to bathe her once she had arrived at the red keep; as the girl kicked and scratched at the strangers who grabbed her clothing. YN did not want to give up her clothes for some strange royal clothes; her skirts had design and meaning, her shawl was made by her mother, everything she wore had some type of significance to her. 

Her fight increased when she noticed them reach for her satchel. YN lunged forward and slapped the woman who touched it. “Don’t touch my things!” The little girl sneered. Before the woman could get angry, the queen came into the room followed by a little boy with white hair. 

“Darling, you must get cleaned. Please do not hurt the servants.” The queen asked, reaching forward to stroke her hair. Marveling at the thicker texture. “I have realized, sweetling. You have not spoken your name. May I have it?”

YN looked suspiciously at the woman, her strange purple eyes offered nothing but kindness and loyalty. “You may not have my name, you can call me YN.” A repeated phrase left YN’s lips, something she had said many times in dark lands from where she came. 

“Well YN, I know this must be strange to you. It’s strange to us that a child who does not have the blood of old valyria could command such a large dragon.” Alysanne knelt to the girl, her words confusing the boy who stood at her side. 

“Is that why you all look so strange? You have this old blood?” YN asked. 

“Yes love, we are of old valyria. Perhaps your blood contains the same magic.” Alysanne told the girl. 

“Mama, if she is valyrian like us, why does she look so different?” The boy asked. 

“I am from a dark place. I don’t remember much.” YN said. “I will bathe myself, I am more comfortable that way.”

“Of course, you must join us for dinner. My husband and I wish to know you more.” Alysanne nodded. She felt such a maternal need for the girl. When she heard her fighting the maids, she almost had them taken for treason against her baby. How strange that she thought of YN as her baby already. But hearing the girl kick and struggle awoken such a fire in her, she felt so compelled to burn them. Luckily Aemon had been there to calm her. 

When Alysanne stood to leave the room, YN shot up suddenly and placed a hand on the woman’s stomach. Her eyes flashed a dark deep red for only a moment before returning to their original almost black brown. 

“I can feel a dragon in there. You’re going to have a baby this year.” YN said simply. Turning to the tub, YN did not notice the woman slowly and hesitantly bring her hands to her stomach. With teary eyes Alysanne tentatively rubbed the area. 

“Are you sure?” She asked with a shaky breath. 

“Yes. I can feel a dragon presence, it’s not mature or alive like you. But it’s the stirrings of the dragon blood there.” YN turned to Aemon, patting his head. “Your dragon blood is singing too, I think you’ll fly high with dragons.” 

Aemon smiled at the girl who was only a year older than him. He didn’t seem thrilled when he heard his parents were bringing a child home, he was still missing Dany. But when he finally saw her, his mind went from apprehension to joy at the sight of a sister and playmate. Baelon was fun but as he was still so small Aemon wanted a playmate who could keep up. Like his parents, his blood felt for her but in a loyal sense of children who deemed each other playmates for life. 

“Will we play later?” The boy asked. 

YN smiled and nodded. Truly, she also just wanted to play around as a child would, now with the opportunity presenting itself YN felt a warm tingly feeling in her stomach. Excitement. When Alysanne carted Aemon away to allow the girl to bathe, YN stared at the dragon tapestries. Drifting away in her memory. 

A memory of shadow binders dancing around a fire. Of their shadows dancing on the walls, but not matching the moments of the bodies they were meant to mimic. She dazed off to a memory of the shadow mountains, where she heard calls of old dragons. Her mind was not focused, hopping from faded memory to faded memory, but always being pulled back to the heart of darkness, and an abstract burning figure.

So it seems that the dragon blood in the Targaryen family sings to YN as well, it does not hypnotize her though. Perhaps that is due to the strange place from her memory. 

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@missglaskin

[the-king-andthe-lionheart]

You know what?  If you support Sansa Stark becoming Queen in the end, then you should stop harping on about #TeamSmallfolk, because Sansa is not a CHAMPION OF THE SMALLFOLK!!!!!  She isn’t.  And it’s beyond ridiculous to think she is when she didn’t care one fucking lick about Mycah.  And her youth is not an excuse about that, considering how Arya and Bran (2 and 3 years younger than her) actually do care about the Smallfolk.  If she cared, she’d look back on what happened to Mycah and be completely horrified.  Yet, she isn’t.  She isn’t when it happens (in fact she and Jeyne rub Mycah’s death in Arya’s face, blame her for it, and then victim blame Mycah) and she isn’t now.  

Oh sure, Sansa can scrounge up a tiny kernal of compassion for Ser Dontos (who actually isn’t exactly nearly as lowly born as real smallfolk and a knight to boot from a old ruling house even though he was the last of that dismantled house) and Sandor Clegane (who also isn’t very lowborn considering his father, a landed knight, was given land and they have their own house and he ascended to become a Kingsguard) and Lothor Brune (who is also related to a house of landed knights and in fact is a knight and captain of the guards).  And let’s get this out of the way, Sansa isn’t friends with Mya Stone either and has not shown any real compassion to her plight.  All she does is think about how Mya isn’t a maiden, how she used to have a lover that left her, and wondering if she could set Lothar Brune up with her.  Oh, yes, she also disparages how Mya is GNC.  Hmm...I have to say that those three men are not real smallfolk, so they don’t fucking count.  Where exactly is all of Sansa’s compassion for butchers, spinsters, farmers, fishermen, dyers, stableboys, weavers, blacksmiths, innkeeps, bakers, kitchen workers and maids, and sex workers, the lowest of the low, the dirtiest and smelliest of the low, the sickest and most disabled of the low?  She has never shown any compassion to real smallfolk, and has never once seriously thought about their plight.

She doesn’t understand, even after being nearly raped and killed in the bread riots, the full scope of why that happens and never cares to learn.  She never contemplates why the Smallfolk hated her during that time, but loves Margaery when Margaery’s arrival heralded the arrival of food.  And she never once thinks about the lessons she learned in the north about Winter and food scarcity, or food rationing, which is evident by the frivolous and extravagant tourney she has planned in the Vale right as Winter has arrived, with not one thought about the Smallfolk, like Dany and Tyrion do during the feasts they have to take part in due to politics.  She never thinks about and donates the leftovers to the smallfolk, like Dany does.  Sansa may still be young but all of her siblings know what winter means and they know the stories about the older men who would sacrifice themselves for the young to survive on their limited rations.  SANSA DOESN’T CARE!!!!

Oh and if you want to argue about Sansa convincing Joffrey to give a coin to the smallfolk, that wasn’t out of true compassion and care for the smallfolk.  That was her trying to stave Joffrey’s murderous tendencies above all else.

So how could you sit there and claim that you are #TeamSmallfolk, yet you support Sansa becoming fucking Queen?!  Make that make sense, because it doesn’t.  We are going into book 6 and Sansa still doesn’t care about the Smallfolk.  She’s not fucking Good Queen Alysanne born again.  Now if supporting Queen Sansa was something other than supporting the Smallfolk, and wanting the status quo dismantled, then I could understand that stance even though I don’t support anti-feminist tradfem culture and adhering to the broken status quo.  But to say that you are #TeamSmallfolk, and support a more progressive ending for Westeros at the end of the books, then what the fuck are you doing thinking that Sansa as a Queen Regnant would actually mean those things?  Sansa doesn’t care about Smallfolk, she doesn’t care about making changes in Westeros, she adheres and values the status quo, so this doesn’t make sense, not one lick.  And while I do have a hope that Sansa will grow more positively in the next two books, I do not hold out hope that she will become some champion of the smallfolk by the end and want a more progressive Westeros.  Seriously if you want other characters to support as proponents of the Smallfolk and being more progressive, you don’t have to look any further than Dany, Arya, Jon, Bran, and Tyrion.  

So like Sansa if you want, even hope that she’ll become Queen, but please for the love of God, stop it with the hypocrisy.  Either you support Sansa as queen because you don’t want the status quo to change in the books and you don’t actually care one lick about the plight of the commoner, and are pro-absolute monarchy.  And if you aren’t those things, you shouldn’t support Sansa getting a crown.  If you want a more progressive ending in the books, then you should know Sansa is not the right choice for that because she’s not progressive and she doesn’t care about the smallfolk, or really anything about ruling or about making her country and the world a better place.  It’s not that hard a concept to wrap your mind around, so stop being hypocritical and stop trying to twist who book Sansa really is.  It’s beyond annoying.  

And if you are having a hard time figuring it out, then remember how Sansa and Arya are foils, and apply this to that.  Now which one constantly defends the smallfolk?  Which one has an arc seeing and experiencing the actual plight of the smallfolk?  Which one believes that women should be equal to men and that all people, smallfolk and noble alike should be treated fairly?  Which one doesn’t judge people for being born illegitimate?  Which one actually can make friends and be empathetic to people no matter their backgrounds?  Which one is actually making friends with bastards and butcher boys and blacksmiths and innkeeps and bakers and dyers and sex workers and fishermen, etc?  Yeah, none of that describes Sansa.  It describes Arya.

[cae-ruleam]

some trans!danny headcanons just because

or more like lgbt because this dude's definitely bi you cannot sway my mind. i need to dump these hcs somewhere people.

kind of a long blog i'm sorry.

i think danny realized his stance on gender quite early. probably early years of elementary school or smth. what i'm trying to get to with this is that his classmates could literally not care less and most probably didn't even realize the change. danny just became the standard instead of dani very soon.

jazz helped him most with his transition when he was a tween and helped him come out to their parents some years prior.

i like an idea i read just recently how jack goes "oh, danny-boy sounds great, son!" i love jack. he would definitely be like this.

jazz is definitely also the one who did the research on transitioning. danny knew she would help him with those things and he can't be bothered with them if she's already up for it anyway so he never told her to stop lol.

he probably eventually does some research on his own, though. both because some things are hard to ask/explain and because jazz didn't want to invade his privacy too much, especially as they got older.

the first time they go out to buy "boys' clothes" danny was so excited he probably throws all applicable aisles upside down ngl. they get told off for it by some store clerks later but they humor the kids all the way anyway. it's just what they have to say according to the rules.

when dash finds out, he will threatens to "stuff you into a locker just like i do fenton if you misgender him". it works really well and dash stays the only one to stuff him into lockers and hang him to flagpoles, just because "he's a loser".

very little changes between their dynamic which danny is honestly grateful for. although he could've gone without the bullying, but it's just whatever. however, down the line danny does notice that dash will be more careful with him and rarely has his hands near his chest.

literally every ghost understands him. even the most violent and evil of ghosts will beat up people who dare misgender him.

danny insists to both dash and ghosts that he can definitely handle himself though. but both threats already keep people enough at bay so he really doesn't have to anyway.

that, and amity park's small. there's very few people who had to be intimidated at all.

after years of being a half ghost and getting more used to and knowledgeable on ghost culture and practices, he'd probably reconsider his gender identity. this because i firmly believe most ghosts don't have a perception of gender. no one judges based on physical appearance considering there's so many ways people can die resulting in vastly different ghostly appearances.

that, and c'mon. they're dead. gender is the least of their afterlife concerns.

he'll still feel more masculine than anything, but the way no other ghosts ever judge him based on, well, literally anything a human would he starts feeling a bit of detachment from the concept of gender in general.

sooo what im trying to say is, demiboy danny? yes, demiboy danny all the way.

he might vibe with he/they because of this realization hmm.

looking back on when dash threatens people for danny's sake, he realizes that's probably when he found out he has a thing for other dudes too. something about him being so caring struck his heartstrings, much to his dismay. not like he'll ever admit this to anyone willingly.

i think jazz is definitely also sapphic. all girls are sapphic, they definitely give that vibe. anyway, the fenton siblings will often talk about their (celebrity) crushes together during their puberty years when hormones run amock.

while jazz is the one who does the research, sam probably helps him with all binder related stuff. she teaches him how to bind safely and reminds him at school to not wear it for too long after school or else it'll be dangerous.

idk why but i feel like sam would have some experience or at least knowledge on binders.

i think he's very confident in his identity and with himself. he may care about what people think of him sometimes, but his gender identity is not one of the things he cares about what others' opinions are.

he probably goes on T when he start's high school? he becomes more of a beanpole than he already was.

"you think you have it hard? im trans, gay and most of all DEAD. the universe didn't even let me pick a struggle." (/s) - is probably something he would say.

edit: i forgot this but i think danielle will decide to go by elle instead of dani to avoid verbal confusion but also because she knows that's what danny went by in the past. she respects this part of him a lot and decided against going by dani partially because of that.

[danielxricciardo]

Can you do one with Dani? Maybe with 56&58 from angst prompts, like they have a kid from a fling but aren’t dating/together

Summary: You have a daughter with Daniel from a one-night stand.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing

Word count: 1.7k

56. “I was alone with my baby. My own thoughts terrified me. And you never bothered to call.”

58. “I keep trying to be a better mother, even when everything I do seems to backfire.”

You can boast that up until the age of 22 you were a model person.

You were the perfect daughter: you were home every holiday or birthday, you never argued with your parents and you made sure to call them every day since you moved out of their home.

You were the perfect older sister: you gave your younger siblings money without your parents' knowledge, you helped them when they asked for your help, and you tried to give them advice when they needed it.

You were the perfect friend: when your friends called you that they needed a shoulder to cry on, you were right next to them with a box of ice cream.

You were the perfect employee: you always got to work earlier, you stayed after-hours to finish all your work and to help others and you did your job perfectly.

But now you're 24 and everything is fucked up.

You moved in with your parents again and you no longer have that perfect relationship with them. You resigned from your job and from all the gang of friends you had, you were left with only one friend: Emilia.

Why?

Because now you had a daughter, resulting from a one-night stand.

You were a single mother who relied on the help and support of those around her.

Given that there was nothing more than a one-night stand between you and Kiera's father on your birthday night, you didn't know if it would be appropriate to post him on Instagram and say, 'Hey, 'sup, I don't know if you remember me, you drank a lot of whiskey that night, but we fucked and now you have a baby. Congratulations!' What kind of psychopath does that?

Not to mention that he is a public figure, of course, he wouldn't believe you and say you're just a money-obsessed girl; that if he saw the message on Instagram, obviously.

But it was going to be your daughter's second birthday and you were starting to get remorseful. Sure, you accepted your life as a single mother and you knew you wouldn't have a happy ending like in the princess books you read to Kiara, but it wasn't right for your daughter. She needs a father in her life. And it wasn't fair for Daniel not to know he had a daughter. Of course, you can only tell him and it is up to him to choose what to do with this information: whether he wants to be part of Kiara's life or not. At least you would have tried.

That weekend was going to be the Grand Prix of Great Britain and you didn't do much flying there, and, anyway, you could stay with your cousin you haven't seen in about 5 years.

Although your daughter's father was a well-known Formula 1 driver, you have never been to a race, and you were amazed by the very high prices for a ticket with access to the paddock.

You had a choice of which day to go and tell Daniel, probably, the news of his life.

You were sure you didn't want to tell him on Sunday. Before the race? Maybe he had an accident and he would have hurt himself. So no.

Saturday? Before qualifying? If you had told him then he would have gone to qualifications, he would not have focused and he would have come out on a low position. So no.

So you decided on Friday.

You left your cousin's house in the morning for the circuit where the race took place. You passed security without a problem with Kiara. You could walk through the paddock without any problems looking for your baby's father.

You knew that the best chance of finding Daniel was to go to McLaren Hospitality. On the way there, everyone you met stopped to look at Kaira, wondering how beautiful she was. You thanked them and prayed that they would not realize that she was Daniel's daughter, considering that she was almost identical to him; you could take her curly hair and smile as a positive result of the paternity test.

"What a beautiful baby!" you hear a girl standing in front of Red Bull Racing with Max Verstappen, and you immediately realize it's Kelly Piquet; good thing you documented yourself before you came.

You see her come and lean over the stroller.

"Oh my God, what beautiful eyes she has! What's her name?"

"Kiara," you answer and you look panicked as Max comes towards you.

"Look, Max! Isn't she a beautiful girl?"

Max smiles. "Yes, she is."

"What is such a small child doing here? She's going to hear very loud noises."

Damn it. What would you answer now?

"We came to walk around and meet some drivers," you answer as convincingly as you can. "It's never too early to start, right?" you giggle.

The two laughed, apparently they believed you.

But you immediately felt your legs soften and you saw Daniel walking with his teammate. You bit your lip and held on to the stroller better. All the courage left you and you wanted to leave.

"A baby!" Lando gasps and comes towards you.

Wonderful! Everyone behaved as if they had never seen a baby in their life, pathetic.

Daniel came after him, looking at you strangely. Did he recognize you? He also looks at Kiera and smiles.

You could've died there. You wanted to cry and you couldn't take your eyes off Daniel.

The next thing you saw was black.

You woke up lying on a bed, someone was holding a cold water pad on your forehead. And your head hurt a hell of a lot.

"Hey, are you okay?" Lando, who was next to you asks.

"Mhm, my head hurts."

"Oh, yes, you hit yourself a little when you fainted but a doctor came and consulted you while you were still unconscious and said you were fine. Can I get you something?"

"Just water."

"Coming right now," he says and gets up from next to you, leaving the room.

Kiera! Where was she? You get out of bed immediately, even though it made your head spin and you felt like throwing up.

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down!" Daniel says and gets up from his chair with Kiera in his arms.

You look at Kiera and breathe a sigh of relief.

"You seem so familiar to me," says Daniel and you want to faint again. "What's your name?"

"Y/N."

He seemed to be thinking. He didn't know how he knew you and you were afraid to tell him anything now.

"Wait! Spain, 2 years ago! It was like your birthday and we did shots together, right?"

Fuck. He remembered.

"Yes."

Daniel was smiling. Did he only remember the shots in the club?

"About that night..." you say and catch Daniel's attention. You signal to Kiera who is playing with some keys in Daniel's arms.

Daniel looked at the little girl and it was as if you could see the wheels spinning in his head.

"Wait a minute..."

"I brought you water, do you feel bet-"

"Go away!" Daniel shouts at Lando. Lando gets scared and gives you your water bottle then leaves. "What were you saying?"

You bite your lip.

"Kiera is your daughter."

"Dada!"

Daniel was speechless. His eyes were wide and they seemed to be coming out of their sockets and he was looking at Kiera. You didn't know how to interpret his reaction.

"Are you serious?"

"I don't know why you think I'm kidding."

"Are you sure I'm the father?"

You snort and get out of bed, you go to him and take Kiera out of his arms.

"What do you think? That I go to different wealthy men and tell them that they have a baby with me to give me money? I came to tell you because I thought Kiera would do well to have a father in her life. But I see that her father is not interested at all. You haven't even called me in all these years."

Daniel frowns and looks at you.

"What are you talking about?"

"The next morning I woke up before you and left my phone number on a note. I left it on your nightstand."

All the color was drained from his face.

"I didn't see the note."

You snort again.

“I realize it was a bad idea. I was alone with my baby. My own thoughts terrified me. And you never bothered to call.” you say and a few tears run down your face.

"Hey, hey, hey! You don't get to cry! I found out I lost the first few years of her life! You should have come earlier to tell me! You could come here, I don't know, you could contact me on Facebook, Instagram!"

"Yeah, sure! You doubted me now, if you'd have woken up with a message from me on Instagram you would have believed me immediately!"

"I believe you now," he says and puts a hand on your shoulder. "Please, I want to know more about her life. Can you stay?"

You looked at him with tears in your eyes. Is this really happening?

You both sat on the bed and Daniel took his daughter in his arms.

"Her full name is Kiera Hazel. In two weeks she'll be 2 years old." you start saying it with a big smile on your face. "Her first word was 'dada'."

Daniel laughs and looks at her.

"Was it hard to raise her alone so far?"

“I keep trying to be a better mother, even when everything I do seems to backfire. I had to resign from work because I couldn't divide my time between work and her, I moved back with my parents... All my friends left me, so yes, it's been pretty hard. But it's worth it when I see her smile.”

"I'm sorry you had to go through this alone. If you allow me, I want to be in her life. I want to help you."

"That will be great, actually," you smile.

[mysterynpcs]

interview: missy watson

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 It was probably for the best that Darcy and Arabella had been paired up to question the cheer coach. Darcy sometimes struggled with first impressions, and what said legitimate inquiry more than showing up to the end of cheer practice with a local journalist? "Do you know Missy Watson?" Darcy asked as they waited for the little huddle that Missy was in to disperse. "Do you think she'll be receptive to questions, or have we been assigned an uphill battle?"

arabella carson Was it the best or worst case scenario to get assigned Missy Watson? They had never been on anything but good terms. Bella was always the darling in her eyes because, much like Dani, she was her favourite teacher! Except she wanted to believe that Bella was locked in some box somewhere and she wasn’t sure if Missy could ever look at her and see different. “I cheered in school,” Ara explained with a shrug. Darcy was one of the few people that didn’t know her for who she was before, and this threatened to ruin it. Her grip around the clipboard tightened as she watched Missy talking to the squad. “I think she wants the same thing we do. Dani home safe.” The question was if she agreed some twenty-something-year-olds conducting their investigation was the way to do that.

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 Darcy processed the news about Arabella cheering in school the same way she processed everything else - with only a brief pause to take in the news before nodding and continuing, business as usual. It was likely better for them that Arabella knew her. Maybe Missy would be more willing to open up.

"Well, considering how the Sheriff's Department has been very little help in that regard..." Darcy drifted off, her meaning clear enough. "Given your connection and your line of work, do you want to start the questioning, or should I? She's not yet acknowledged our presence, so I could try and get her attention?"

arabella carson “I got this,” Arabella flashed a confident smirk over her shoulder to Darcy. As the squad broke away to start running laps for their warmups, she approached the older woman. “I don’t miss that,” she joked, letting her eyes linger for a moment before she worked up the courage to turn and face Missy. “I did miss my favourite teacher.”

There was the urge to tie her hair back and try to hide all of the Manic Panic hair dye, but it was too late for that now. “How are you? How are you… holding up with everything?”

missy watson Missy had clocked the arrival of the two girls from the second they'd stepped foot on her track, but from a distance it had been difficult to figure out who they were. Hearing Bella's voice calling out to her at least helped to identify one, but as they moved closer, Missy still couldn't place the other. "Running is good for you at any age," she reminded Bella, offering a brief smile to acknowledge what had once been one of her favorite students. She did not, however, answer the girl's questions. "Who's your friend?"

arabella carson So this was going to be harder than she thought. Wasn’t the whole point of having connections supposed to make things easier? “This is Darcy,” she explained with a wave of her hand to signal the other girl over. “We were just in the area and thought we’d swing by.” That sounded way better than coming back to the school to question her unofficially, right? But she doesn’t shy away from the topic for too long. “I know she was on your squad and I remember how much you cared about us.” And how annoying it was to reorganise the routine when people dropped out. “I can’t imagine what it’s like for you and the squad.”

missy watson Watching the redhead approach, Missy tried to match the face to the name she was given and came up empty. Bella she was able to have at least some sort of conversation with, but what was the other girl's purpose? She had been hounded via phone and email by bigger newspapers and reporters from some of the closer Ohio stations, TikTok true crime enthusiasts blowing up her school email address. Was this a shitty manipulation to try and get a quote? Had "Darcy" manipulated Bella into this? "I do care," Missy agreed, figuring that she at least owed it to Bella to acknowledge some of her questions. But she had questions of her own too. "Cheerleaders are resilient, but we're all hoping for a positive outcome. Darcy, what do you do?"

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 "Oh," Darcy started, having assumed that Arabella's quick introduction would be enough to get the conversation actually flowing. But for some reason Missy seemed stuck on the fact that she was a stranger. Maybe with a little more information, she'd open up? "I'm a scientist. With Logancorp. Dr. Darcy Warren." Darcy wasn't sure if her next words would help or hurt things, but she was hoping they would finally break the ice. She wasn't great in social settings. "I'm a friend of the family's - the Logans. Dani's told me just how much she loves cheerleading." She looked to Arabella for guidance.

arabella carson “Yeah, we are.” It was almost strange to still lump herself in with the cheerleaders, but she was sure it would be better to Missy’s ears than trying to distance herself from it completely. “She’s someone we can trust.” Didn’t the title of doctor make her sound pretty professional? “We just wanted to talk it out, if you didn’t mind.” It was all too familiar treading lightly around Missy, but Darcy’s glance gave her the courage to speak up. To help her friend or save face? Who really knew. “We’re going to be asking a few questions about Dani.”

missy watson The pieces of the puzzle weren't adding up for Missy. Why would Bella Carson and this random doctor for Logancorp be asking around about Dani? What could they possibly think would be accomplished through a conversation with her? "I'm not saying yes," she warned. And she meant it. "But, what do you want to know, and why do you want to know it?"

arabella carson “We’re helping her brother,” Ara stated. “We’re trying to gather all the necessary information and bring her home.” It wasn’t an ‘if’ anymore. No more ‘trying’. They were figuring this out and bringing Dani Logan home safe. Not saying no was pretty much the best case scenario she could have asked for right now. “You know, parents can kind of suck sometimes and they’re hard to talk to. Sometimes you really need an adult, but they’re so unavailable to you. I… always came to you.” The lamest part was that it wasn’t even manipulation. “Was there anything that she said to you that caused concern?”

missy watson "Bella..." Missy sighed, more out of pity than anything else. She completely understood the girls' desire to get some answers - she wanted them too. But there was really nothing to report. The police had asked the same question, and it hadn't helped them in their search. If the police couldn't figure it out, Missy didn't have much faith in the attempt at vigilante justice playing out in front of her eyes. "I completely understand wanting to help, but I already gave a statement to the Sheriff. And honestly? It wasn't very helpful. Because no, there was nothing."

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 "But had she been acting oddly prior to her disappearance?" Darcy interjected before they could be dismissed, determined to keep the questions coming even if the result was going to be a string of similar answers. "Even if it was something small, like just being on her phone more than usual."

arabella carson Bad talking the police was probably not smart, but the roll of her eyes was a knee-jerk reaction. “I’m sure the Sheriff is doing their best, but they’re also doing things their own way. Maybe a different set of eyes looking at the same clues could find something else.” Were they better than the police? Hell no. Were they going to try? Of course.

missy watson "Should that different set of eyes not be a higher power, like the FBI?" Missy questioned, turning to the redhead specifically to clue her in on how cheerleading worked at Coolsville High. "I have a no phones at practice rule and a zero tolerance policy for nonsense. I'm especially harsh on that during cheer camp to set expectations," she explained. "Dani Logan was a star student and a great cheerleader. She knew the rules and followed them to the letter. The only annoying thing that she did that week was making the squad wait 2 minutes for her to finish a chapter of a book after lunch. She's never given me any trouble, nor has she ever indicated to me that she was in trouble."

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 The answer she received to her question wasn't terribly surprising, given the bits of information she'd been given that had already hinted as much, but at the mention of a book, Darcy's interest was piqued. "A book?" she asked, more towards Arabella than to the cheer coach who had just uttered the word. Did that sound like a possible clue to her too?

arabella carson Arabella’s attention turned to Darcy at the mention of the book, just to be met by the other girl’s eyes already on her. “What was the book?” Worst case scenario, it was a dead end. Best case scenario, a lead. “What about gossip? You remember when Sofia Jackson got dumped by her boyfriend. The entire squad knew about it and talked about it before it was social media official. Have you heard the girls saying anything about her?”

missy watson "Gone Girl," Missy answered, fully aware of the conclusions that could be drawn from such a title. But she knew Dani Logan. Dani Logan would never pull a stunt like that. No, that girl (wherever she was) was in real danger.

"Don't get any crazy theories from that, though. That book has been in one pair of hands or another on the squad all year. It's just unfortunate timing."

And as for the gossip? Missy glanced over her shoulder to take stock of where the squad was in their warmup running, noting who was at the back of the pack because they'd burned out too early before she turned back. It was time to wrap things up.

"Sofia Jackson wasn't the incoming cheer captain. The squad talks, but some positions are immune. If there's something out there being whispered and it hasn't hit social media yet, it's not going to. Now, I appreciate your concern for Dani, but I have to start practice."

arabella carson “Who has the book now?” Writing secret notes in the book was probably unbelievable fiction, but who’s to say it wasn’t worth a shot? “Did Dani finish it and pass it along, or is it still with her things?” Was there any way the could get their hands on it for clues.

Arabella ripped off the bottom corner of her note pad, writing her number down for Missy. Cringing at the way she wrote Bella. “If you hear anything, or remember anything else, please let me know,” she requested, holding paper out to her with the best pageant she could muster. “We, and the Logan’s, would really appreciate it.”

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 Darcy watched as Missy Watson slipped away before their eyes, Arabella's questions going unanswered in favor of the woman blowing a whistle and shouting at the group of kids in front of her. At the very least, she'd taken Arabella's slip of paper and offered a nod. But how promising was that? "Thank you for your time!" Darcy made sure to add before she was out of earshot completely.

Already beginning to think through next steps, she turned to Arabella to offer a nod of her own. "Well," she started. "I guess that's... that. Gone Girl feels like something, at least."

arabella carson “Gone Girl is definitely something,” Arabella stated with a nod. “Passed from girl to girl or not, it’s something. Keeping everyone waiting two minutes to finish a book before cheer is something.”

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 Darcy didn't find it so odd to make others wait for you to finish a chapter, especially if the book was good, but just a few minutes at the edge of practice had her understanding Arabella's words to a certain extent. Things seemed... intense. "Let's report back," she suggested, beginning to lead them away without even a glance back. "And add this to the conspiracy board that I agreed to host in my thi-uh, spare room. Maybe this is the key."

[redrobin-detective]

thoughts on halfas I guess

Vlad Due to the nature of his accident, Vlad took a long time to come into his powers and really isn’t all that powerful at a basic level. What he has going for him is a stable human form and lots of time/training. Vlad stated that he spent “years” in the hospital from his ectoacne. I submit that he didn’t become half-ghost right away, instead sweating and suffering through ectoplasm contamination for like 2-3 years as it very slowly converted and eventually stabilized him as a halfa. Like going through that alone? Your friends not visiting you and going off and getting married without you? No wonder he’s bitter. His ghostly obsession is with control and power after going years without it. He actually generally forgot about the Fentons for a long time, very out of sight, out of mind. Only when he got the notice about the reunion did his obsession with latched onto them, determined to rewrite past wrongs and have power over those who hurt him (maddie as his forced lover and jack dead). This desire mostly switched over to controlling danny once he knew about him.

It took him a long while to get a grip on his powers once he stabilized, even simple ghostly tricks took a while to master. His desire to master them was helped/contributed to his obsession with power and control. Even the most basic of ghostly abilities took Vlad months if not years to get a handle on. It was also a struggle bc there really wasn’t any ghosts he could ask. Not just because of his pride being unwilling to ask for help (tho that did play a part) but also without a stable portal there’s not much access to the Zone/ghosts in general. He had to rely on natural portals opening and then somehow find his way back. He once got lost and was gone for 7 months real time. On the flipside, as a consequence of his powers building slowly with minimal ecto-contamination, Vlad is a very stable halfa. It would take a lot to kill him from either human or ghostly threats. His fire core is strong, steady but it never burns hot enough to hurt him. He constantly feels feverish (100-102F/38-39C) but its never enough to actively be a threat to his living body.

Danny Oh boy, where do I start with Danno? I stated above that Vlad took a long time with his powers and is a moderately powerful but stable halfa? Danny is the exact opposite. Homeboy but his ass deep-fried in ectoplasm, an intense jolt that immediately bonded ectoplasm to him skipping the majority of the ecto-contamination period Vlad suffered through while also ‘charging’ him. While it still took time to gain control of his powers, he had the power and ability to use them straight away. Vlad was secretly shocked to learn Danny had only had his powers a few months when they met. It took him years to reach that level of power/proficiency. He is, at his baseline, an incredibly powerful ghost both because of his halfa status but by the nature of how he got his powers. Like in a year he defeated ghosts far older and more experienced than him. It scares a lot of them though they won’t admit to it. 

Vlad especially is worried that Danny is a shooting star, burning so brightly early on that he’ll burn and fade quickly. That future is very possible if he keeps pushing his powers as hard as he does throughout the series. If he doesn’t start slowing down by the time he finishes his adolescence then his human half will just give out. All that is basically a roundabout way of saying that Danny, as compared to Vlad, is a very unstable halfa. Too much power, relatively weak human body that cant quite contain all the energy while under constant stress. He’s more powerful naturally but he walks a very fine line, if he leans too far into one of his halves (overexerting himself as Fenton or Phantom) he could destabilize. It’s one reason that Vlad’s Danny clones had a hard time surviving, his ectosignature is incredibly tenuous and unstable and can only maintain under very certain circumstances.

Danny’s instability is both improved and worsened by the maturation of his ice core. On the one hand, it helps stabilize his ghost form by concentrating his ectoenergy within his body. It gives him greater control of his powers meaning he doesn’t have to exert himself quite so much. On the other hand, the natural consequences of his ice core really are stressful to Dan’s human body. While his body was completely changed and adapted to being made half-ghost it still has human needs and thus can’t be, like, completely frozen. Danny’s body is constantly at war with itself, Phantom trying to cool the body down to subzero temperatures for the health of its core while Fenton tries to keep the body somewhat warm for basic human purposes. He levels out somewhere around 93-95F/34-35C which is still hypothermic for normal people but he tolerates it. As Phantom, when he’s using his ice, there’s a mental thermometer in his head telling him when he needs to stop and warm up a bit. A bad fever or intense heat would be deadly to him as well. Basically Danny needs to learn to self regulate his powers, to not overuse them and respect his physical limits or he won’t make it to adulthood.

Danielle So Dani, taking cues from the sections above to talk about her. Gonna start by straight up saying that Dani isn’t human or really technically alive in a traditional sense. She is, however, a new type of ghost that closely mimics life. She has the advantage of having a true consciousness like a human, an ability to think and change outside of obsession and while she does ‘breathe’, ‘sleep’ and ‘eat’ her body doesn’t truly require it if it comes down to it. Downside is she isn’t like really alive alive and doesn’t have a real living body which makes her more prone to destabilizing (this will be an issue her whole life, the Fentons are constantly giving her injections and such to keep her together) and also doesn’t have human advantages like a living body to stabilize her or the ability to phase through ghost objects.

I spent a good long while saying that Danny himself is unstable and all of Vlad’s clones destabilized because of it. So what made Danielle different? Vlad combined some of his own core to hers in an experimental attempt to stop his clones from melting at the drop of a hat. It worked as Dani was the most stable of all the others but Vlad could sense his own energy in her, knew her core was not a true copy of Danny’s so he ceased that line of experimentation. As Dani develops and matures, more bits of Vlad pop up in her. She wakes up with fangs one day, sometimes Vlad’s control/power obsession bleeds into her and she develops a fire core, like him. Her core really upsets her, thinking she’s like him. Danny helps her work through it, saying her core doesn’t define her, that she’s not Vlad or Danny but her own person. They make a deadly combo, the fire and ice Phantom cousins, his hair misting like freshly fallen snow while hers crackles like a flame. They just gotta watch that they don’t freeze/overheat the other.