#vlad unfiltered

[vladdyissues]

Vlad Unfiltered ‣ 2/∞

[gilly-moon]

it is going to be difficult but so fun to switch from writing sweet, tender, traumatized Jack and Pitch who (at least in my fic) are getting to be quite good at talking about their innermost feelings and thoughts, over to Danny and Vlad who are the biggest fucking idiots and have no idea what a 'genuine conversation' is.

[radiance1]

Not me taking inspiration from my own post I forgot existed.

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Vlad disliked leaving Danny alone with a practical stranger. Even if he had done a truly thorough screening and background check of the individual beforehand. That didn't mean he had to like it.

Unfortunately, however, it was necessary for him to establish a proper foothold for himself in Gotham City. Most especially among the high members of its city.

Connections were key, after all.

Ah, he should most likely teach Danny that when he gets back. Even if he decided not to play around with the high crust, it was still important knowledge to have.

The gala itself was fine, he rubbed some elbows, laid out a few honeyed words, managed to obtain a few favors while giving out even less. Though he did not exactly wish to converse with Brucie Wayne, he knew he would have to just to not been seen as disrespectful at the very least.

Bruice Wayne reminded him far too much of Jack. A startling amount of resemblance, really. And oh how Vlad hated that fact, hated how the man had just up, died and left this hole in Vlad's chest alongside Maddie's death.

He should've been ecstatic about it, for it was what he wished for was it not? Yet now.... With reality...

He shouldn't dwell on such things, he has a boy who needs more than Vlad would be able to give if he was stuck in the past. That being said, he also did, indeed, need to make it through this gala as well.

He never was able to because his son. His boy.

The only thing he had left of them.

He was there, present in a place he shouldn't have been. Vlad didn't even question the fact of how Danny was able to find him, didn't question the fact that despite being turned into a child he still had access to his Phantom form.

No, all he could feel was an overwhelming sense of relief.

And pure, unfiltered wrath.

Because right there, in the middle of his forehead, was a wound. Unable to be from anything but a gun, leaking ectoplasm and clothes messed from some terrible, unfortunate, struggle.

His halfa status grant him the ability to survive.

Yet was it so terribly unfair of Vlad to wish that he shouldn't have needed, should not have been in any situation close, to needing it?

[kettlefire]

Broken Promises

It wasn't their fault.

Vlad kept trying to remind himself of that. It wasn't their fault when the prototype malfunctioned. When Vlad was curled on the floor of the lab. When screams tried to force their way out of his throat, but all he could muster was muffled choked cries. When it felt like someone had tazed him while also throwing acid on his face.

The pain had been unbearable. He couldn't focus. The voices were barely a haze in the background. Vlad knew something was wrong. So horrible wrong. He just didn't realize just how wrong it all went.

He didn't realize it when he was being wheeled out of the building. Bodies and people moving around him. Vlad could barely see anything. Cooled products were being placed all over his face, blocking out most of his vision. The coolness of the items only seemed to make Vlad's skin burn more, the feeling sinking down to his bones.

But Vlad had seen them. The two of them, just as the ambulance doors closed. Jack Fenton and Madeline Walker. The two held each other, tears streaking their faces.

But that's not what Vlad focused on.

No. What got him was the look of unfiltered horror and disgust. A look aimed at him. At whatever that portal had done to his face. A look that cut so deep that Vlad had felt something crack inside him. The last thing he saw before everything went black.

It wasn't their fault.

Vlad reminded himself after he had woken up alone in a hospital room. Nurses and doctors fussed over him, trying to tell him what was going on. Words that went in one ear and out the other ear.

Everything hurt. Every single atom in his body felt like they were boiled, burning until nothing but ash would be left behind. The medication didn't do anything.

They had to limit him, and he understood. They couldn't risk him overdosing, but it was hard not to cry and beg for more when the relief only lasted a few hours... A few hours that quickly turned to minutes.

After the fourth day, Vlad gave up on hoping. Gave up looking up every time the door to his room opened. He was at a high risk of infection, a burn unit for a burn the hospital had never seen before.

Then it happened. Vlad woke up from another fitful, short, painful sleep to voices. Gentle hands holding his through PPE. He barely believed it when his eyes landed on Jack Fenton.

Maddie hadn't come. Jack made a hundred and one excuses why she couldn't. But Vlad knew why. She was disgusted with him. She probably saw him as broken, tainted with how much ectoplasm had hit him.

Jack had been nothing but apologetic and gentle. His usual clumsiness and heavy hands seemed to vanish. Jack had doted over Vlad for three months.

When the burns healed but turned into infectious acne. Something Jack coined as "Ecto-acne". Jack swore up and down that he'd find a way to cure it. That him and Maddie were working on something, something to fix things.

To return it all back to normal.

Long evenings of Jack's visits helped Vlad. Helped him feel less horrible about how he looked or how he felt. The pain was still there, but seeing his friend's smile and attempts to make him laugh seemed to make it all bearable.

Then, one day, Jack didn't show up. Vlad tried to remind himself that the man had other duties in life. Jack had classes still, and it's already been three months. He couldn't expect Jack to throw his life away just because Vlad's life was on a pause.

When one day turns to a week, then to a month, then to five months... Vlad couldn't keep lying to himself. He had been abandoned. Abandoned completely by the people he thought would always have his back.

The pain seemed to just get worse once Vlad fell into the solitude. Even the nurses and doctors couldn't seem to stand being around him once the bandages were removed.

Vlad felt like he was dying. His body was a nerve ending current of pain. He'd have episodes of not being able to breathe. He'd constantly have cardiac episodes, code blues, crash carts, the whole nine yards.

The doctors didn't know what to make up of it. New teams, new faces, new opinions. Yet Vlad wasn't getting better. He was only getting worse.

As a year passed, and then two, Vlad lost hope complete. He resigned himself to a short future of pain, a hospital bed, and a lonely death. The tears dried up by the third year.

By the fourth year, Vlad stopped talking. He remained curled in his hospital bed. Barely eating, being fed through an NG Tube. Psychiatrist tried to talk to him, but Vlad refused. He completely shut down.

The only noises that ever left him were his choked sounds of pain, when he was choking for air, or when his heart decided to stop beating right.

By the fifth year, Vlad couldn't remember much. He had flashes of memories. Of lashing out to the hospital staff. He was constantly restrained to his bed. He was an angry shell of his former self.

By the sixth year, it was a repeat of the fourth year. Vlad couldn't feel anything else but pain. He found himself starting to hate Jack and Maddie. Hate that it was their prototype that did this. Hate that they had abandoned him when he needed them most. It was getting harder for Vlad not to blame them.

It wasn't their fault.

The seventh year was when things changed. Vlad had been resigned to the NG Tube, having to take oxygen in through a breathing tube as well. His body was barely functioning at this point, barely keeping his heart beating.

Vlad felt something change as he saw how it affected the staff. The ones that were there since day one. The ones that had tried to hold out hope, even Vlad had given up.

He saw it in their eyes. The second-hand pain they felt watching him wither away into nothing. Even as they smiled at him, they checked in on him. The pain was always there, always lingering.

Vlad hadn't realized anyone cared if he survived until the last few moments. When his breathing was nothing but raspy harsh inhales. When the beeping in the monitors started to slow.

Then he died.

Vlad was certain he died. He felt it, his body finally giving under the years of pain and loneliness. He remembers taking his last breath, feeling his body start to shut down, and his vision fading to black.

There was no big bright light, no flash of his life before his eyes. Vlad had just faded. He heard the monitor flatline and heard the people rushing into his room. Heard one of the nurses asking him to stay with them. In the moment, Vlad realized he should have signed a DNR. That was his last thought before he passed.

It wasn't their fault.

It was unexpected when Vlad suddenly felt his eyes snap open, his chest heaving with a deep full breath. A breath he hadn't been able to take for years now. He heard the shocked cries around him, something clattering to the floor.

Vlad's eyes were wide, breathing growing labored in shocked panic. He could feel his heart. His heart was beating strong and heavy in his chest. He hadn't felt that in so long.

Then there was the aftermath. Doctors scrabbling for any scientific reasoning for Vlad's sudden turn around.

His Ecto-acne had completely gone away within the first week. His organs had started to slowly get better, functioning as they should. The only crazy split second recoveries had been Vlad's heart and lungs.

There was another year of PT, of tests, and studies. Vlad made a full recovery, at least physically. The staff started to call it a miracle after the first few months. When it was cemented that Vlad wasn't going to suddenly decline, he was free to go.

And Vlad did. He spent eight long years in that hospital, eight long years alone and forgotten.

It didn't take him long to track down Maddie and Jack. They never separated in the time he had been abandoned. Vlad found a small town called Amity Park, the place where his friends had settled down.

His friends had moved on with their lives. They had gotten married and had a beautiful little girl. She reminded Vlad so much of Maddie with her spitfire personality. Even at just the young age of four years old.

Then there was the boy. Just a small young thing at only two years old. He seemed to have his father's clumsiness.

It was then. When Vlad was watching the happy family of four at the park, hidden away in the shadows. As he watched how happy they all looked. How happy Jack and Maddie looked without him.

Vlad had shed his first tears in years.

It wasn't their fault.

Vlad reminded himself over and over again. It wasn't their fault when he had his first accident. Almost a decade in a hospital, no friends or family, Vlad had quickly realized he truly had nothing.

He had no money. No support. No anything.

Vlad had struggled all on his own, barely keeping things afloat. Barely scraping by. Barely finding a place to sleep. It was hard, and Vlad had only found himself falling back into shutting down.

And then he phased through his bed.

After waking up in a muffled cry from a nightmare. A horrible twisted recounting of the accident. Vlad suddenly found himself in the room beneath him.

Thankfully, it was empty, but it left Vlad with a whole new problem. It took months of deep personal testing and trials. Of learning about all his new abilities. Finding out about what he was exactly.

It wasn't their fault.

Vlad reminded himself as he learned the truth about his recovery. Learned that he was now essentially half ectoplasm. Half ghost. Half dead.

Abilities seemed to pop up out of nowhere. First, there was the phasing, then the invisibility, then the flying, and the next thing Vlad knew he had fire abilities too.

Things finally turned around for Vlad. After sulking for months, turning to alcohol and drugs. Alcohol and drugs that only lasted for a few moments at a time before fading from his system.

Sure, Vlad turned to a life of crime. But he changed things. He stopped letting the actions of Jack and Maddie run his life. He became a millionaire over the course a few weeks. Then he became a billionaire.

The world was watching him. And for once, it wasn't as a medical mystery. Vlad felt on top of the world. He completed the work he had strive to do in college. He built his own portal, and it worked.

Years few as Vlad learned more. Learned everything he could about the Ghost Zone. As he established power and control over many of the ghosts. As they all learned just what a halfa was.

Dalv. Co become a national success. Vlad had stolen his money, but he had earned to keep it. Working his hardest to make a name for himself, to final be someone. Instead of just in the shadows.

It wasn't their fault.

Vlad reminded himself when he received the email asking him to host the twenty year class reunion. He reminded himself when he reacted out to Jack and Maddie, inviting them to stay with him for the reunion.

Even behind the hidden anger and pain. Vlad missed his two friends, his two best friends. If he could just get an apology, then maybe. Maybe Vlad could finally let things rest.

Except it hadn't happened. Vlad found himself feeling bitter as he looked at his friends. Looked at how much older they've gotten when Vlad barely aged a year. All that changed was his hair turning white over the years.

Bitter, as he watched them interact with their children. Children that Vlad didn't have. Children that Vlad wasn't even sure he could have if he wanted to. There was no evidence of a prior halfa, and Vlad didn't know how much that changed things.

Vlad had success, yes. But he had it completely alone.

It wasn't their fault.

Vlad barely kept a straight face in as they had dinner together. As Maddie and Jack boosted about Fentonworks and their kids. As Jack washed him with compliments for Vlad's accomplishments.

Vlad barely made it through, but he did. Kept it all together as he wished them all good nights. He kept it all together until the moment he went down for a quick drink.

He had to remind himself that he had guests. Ghost hunters in his home. Reminded himself he couldn't just fade down to the kitchen. It was smart he hadn't, considering the fact that Jack was down there. Helping himself to some leftovers.

Vlad couldn't fake it anymore. His mask slipped slowly as they sat in the dimly lit room. As Jack blabbered on and on the way he always did.

It wasn't their fault.

Vlad reminded himself again, not realizing it would be the last time. He found himself in a vulnerable moment. The pain and hurt in his eyes and tone were clear as day when Vlad finally broke the fake pleasantries.

"You promised."

The words had left Vlad as nothing but a whisper. His heart felt raw in that moment. Open and exposed as he felt those feelings. Those feelings from when Jack and Maddie first abandoned him.

Vlad hadn't meant to. He didn't want this to happen now. Not before the reunion. Not before Vlad truly got to see how much they all changed.

But it happened. And Vlad found himself aching to hear a few simple words. For Jack to apologize. Apologize for turning on the prototype. Apologize for taking four days to see him. Apologize for suddenly leaving him behind. Without so much as a word.

"I know."

All that hope, the desperation in Vlad's chest, broke the moment he heard those words. Heard the resignation in Jack's surprisingly quiet tone. A wave of pure despair and pain washed over Vlad in that moment.

Jack didn't apologize. A simple two word phrase that would have meant the world to Vlad in this moment. Jack didn't say it. Instead, he said two words that felt like a stab to Vlad's half-beating heart.

Vlad didn't say anything else in that moment. He downed the last of his drink before standing from his seat. Vlad was much too into his own feelings and thoughts to notice the shock on Jack's face. Or the way Jack's mouth opened to speak again.

Instead, Vlad turned his back on Jack. Although his tone was more hollow than Vlad intended. He managed to fake a layer of pleasantries. A second good night given that night as Vlad made his ways up the stairs.

He wanted nothing more than to curl up in his bathroom. Downing his sorrows in alcohol and maybe taking his rage out in his hidden lab below the surface.

Instead, Vlad found himself with a burning need for revenge. A burning need to break about Jack's life. Break apart Maddie's life. A life they built once leaving Vlad behind. A life they excluded from him for so long. Only just now showing interest to having him around.

No. This time, Vlad was putting himself first. His wants. His needs. His desires. It wasn't about the Fentons anymore. It was going to be about him. About him finding a family. Of having a community. A life outside of his economic and scientific success.

And maybe this time, Vlad was going to start with a certain fourteen year old boy. A certain boy that Vald had picked out at the start.

A certain boy whose heart beats half the average. Who takes in a breath every few seconds, just a tad too long. A certain boy that made Vlad's ghost sense trigger. A certain boy that reeked of ectoplasm.

A certain someone who might just know how it feels to be an abomination to science. To be so different that you may just be the only one to exist.

A certain someone that might just make his life a bit less lonely.

In this moment, Vlad finally realized the truth of his situation. Whatever has happened since that accident. Whatever happened in the years they hadn't talked. Whatever happens now, after this reunion was over. When Vlad finally made his moves. Whatever happened then, now, and in the future. He knew with unbridled certainty that...

It was their fault.

[xno-more-smilesx]

DP x DC Idea 2

So, i was watching some naruto edits on tiktok and one was about Karin, and that got me thinking, what if Danny can use his ectoplasm as a healing agent? and (with an angsty note) what if Vlad tries to take advantage of that?

Basically, ectoplasm its what ghost are made of, they use it to exist, to heal, to atack, etc, so if a ghost is inujred they would heal fasther in the zone or in high ambient ectoplasm places

-Cut cuz this got longer than i though, sorry for the yapping-

So, lets give it a bit of actual sense, lets say that Ectoplasms its naturally an ambient agent in areas where the veil is thiner or maybe theres more death energy (cementeries, mortuaries, hospitals, high murder rates places, etc) and Amity Park its a pretty thick with ectoplasm thanks to the portal, so ghost can absorb that ectoplasm the same way we do with sunlight and vitamin C.

Now, the Realms its made of ectoplams, Amity only has ectoplams, it also has other elements and such, so its not as pure as the realms and the healing wont be as fast as being close to the portal or in the zone, BUT, Ghost only have cores right? those are the ones that proceses the unfiltered ectoplasm outside the realms and its why it takes longer to absorb it and heal, but Danny is also human.

Humans have differents filters, we have our kidneys, our liver, tonsils, even our whole digestive system is its own filter and so are our lungs (respiratory system starts from our nose using our snot to filter big particles [and also warms the air], then bronchi, bronchioles to filter any bacteria and you can get smoke stuck in your alveoli bc of how thin and not solid it is).

So Danny naturally have several filters that after the accident could've adapted to the new body necesities and started filtering the ambient ectoplasm, helping with his health, acting as a healing factor and making the ectoplasm in his system pure.

And Vlad knows this, he may not be an ectologist the same way that the fentons are, he is not publishing research or showcasting his knowledge in ectology even tho he studied the same thing with them, he may be a narcisit but he aint stupid, he did his own research, his own experiments, he is still a scientist that loves to know stuff, and in that same though, he is still a narcisist and pretty much an asshole.

So even tho he does have the same benefits, it still can need time to function, even more if the wounds are deeper or bigger and if its caused by other entity ectoplasm, i could guess it being not from you it could be more harmful the be exposed to (like how blood and organs transfusion need to be compatible or the same type cuz it could kill u if not) so his body would need to first purge that and then start healing.

So he could bite Danny and get that sweet purified ectoplasm, as if he didnt look enoguh like a vampire already

But, isnt that also another entity plasm? well, yeah, but it could be a more broad concept, like, they are both halfas, that could be enoguh to make them compatible, Danny's esctoplasm also is pure somthing that other ghost dont have, it could also be that maybe theres different types of ectoplasm than can chaged based on the intention with it is used, like, if you want to shot an ecto-ray it would be combative.

I have a lil prompt based on this, but i'll write that on a reblog cuz this got too long and also is more of a context thing than part of the prompt

[hannahmanderr]

DannyMay Day 8 - Electric Core AU

(day 7 is coming, I promise afhdsj)

Words: 1,804 (FFN)

Summary: Vlad wants more than anything to help the child who has fallen to his same fate. Unfortunately for him, his help is the last thing Danny wants. (dialogue prompt borrowed from @danphanwritingprompts)

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“I want to go home.”

Vlad frowned at the boy huddled into the corner of the couch across from him. “You are home,” he replied matter-of-factly before taking a sip of his tea. 

“No,” Daniel said. The dark bags under his eyes stood out in sharp contrast to his paper-white face. His left eye and cheek convulsed in a tic. “You kidnapped me from my actual home.”

Vlad sighed. He’d been over this with the child already. “I didn’t kidnap you,” he said. “I brought you here to help you, my dear boy. I told you, I’m the only one who can truly help you.” The fact that he continued to ignore this fact was beginning to irk Vlad a little, but it was more hurtful than anything.

Daniel pulled his knees even tighter into his chest as his face twitched again. “I had Sam and Tucker. They would’ve helped me.”

“I certainly believe they would have attempted to help you, but their success in doing so is a completely different matter. Do you think they can even begin to understand the things you’re going through? The being you’ve become?”

“Don’t say that!” Daniel shouted. His eyes flared momentarily with a toxic green glow. Tiny sparks crackled in his disheveled hair. “I’m fine. We were figuring it out just fine until you showed up and kidnapped me!”

Vlad gingerly set his teacup down and inhaled deeply through his nose. It was… difficult to avoid showing the painful impact of the child’s words. It was even more difficult to avoid retaliating with his own shouts. “Please, my boy,” he pleaded, switching tactics. “Look at yourself. You can barely keep yourself corporeal! It’s a miracle you hadn’t blown out your parents’ circuit system by the time I found you!”

Daniel pressed his hands over his ears and shook his head like a toddler throwing a tantrum. “No, no,” he said as he squeezed his eyes shut. “It’s just a side effect, it’ll wear off soon. It’s just a side effect, it’ll wear off soon.” He continued to repeat the sentence over and over again like a mantra, his face continuing to tic irregularly.

Vlad found himself at a bit of a loss. It had been a while since he’d been in such prolonged, close contact with anyone, least of all a teenager. He was admittedly embarrassed that he didn’t quite know how to conduct himself here. A consequence of choosing to lead a life of reclusivity, he supposed, but it was now proving to be a disadvantageous choice.

Then again, what other choice could he have possibly had? After being quarantined, after losing contact with Jack and Maddie, after discovering just what he’d become…

He resisted a shudder. No, he couldn’t let the same thing happen to this poor child.

Silently, he rose from his armchair and moved toward Daniel, choosing to simply phase through the coffee table. The boy still had his hands pressed over his ears and his eyes shut tight; his mouth continued to move in his mantra, but no sound was coming out. Vlad knelt in front of him. He reached out to take Daniel’s hand, but he hesitated and settled for grasping the edge of the couch after thinking better of it.

“Daniel,” he said, then, remembering how he’d first been introduced to the boy, said, “Danny…” Buttercream frosting, this was hard. He hadn’t been in a position where he’d had to comfort someone other than himself in years. Was he keeping his voice gentle enough? Did he seem calm? He certainly didn’t feel calm.

Focus, he told himself. Taking a deep breath, he began again. “Danny, please,” he begged.

Miraculously, the boy heard him. Watery blue eyes opened and bored straight into Vlad’s. The man had to resist the urge to shy away from Daniel’s intense gaze. He could see the unfiltered power simmering behind those eyes, and he found himself wondering exactly what the child was capable of.

“Please,” Daniel whispered in a cracking voice. “Please… I don’t - I just wanna go home. I just want all of this to stop.” His cheek convulsed again as he lowered his gaze. Almost inaudibly, he said, “I don’t even know what I am anymore.”

Vlad watched in empathetic sorrow. He’d been plagued with the same thoughts for years after his accident and forced quarantine. Even now, he occasionally found himself second-guessing his own existence. In comparison, the boy’s accident had only happened a few weeks ago. Nowhere near long enough to come to terms with the whirlwind of emotional chaos and confusion that came with it.

“You are… a wonder,” he began slowly. Before he could stop himself, he continued, “You have come face to face with Death and denied him - a feat that few others throughout history have been able to accomplish. You - you have been reborn from the elements of your death, into something far greater than an average human. You are nothing short of the miracle that has led you here.” 

Vlad’s own words surprised him. Usually he wasn’t one to wax poetic like that. It was this child, though - this unassuming fourteen-year-old boy who never would have caught his eye otherwise. Something about him compelled Vlad, grabbed him by the shoulders and tore at his heartstrings, stirring in him, for the first time in nearly 20 years, the wrenching pain of care for another.

And he was okay with it. More than okay with it. The realization that he’d meant every word he’d said terrified him, but in the same butterfly-inducing terror that possessed a person just before they took the leap of faith.

He was ready to take that leap.

Daniel stared at him, dumbfounded. “A miracle?” he hissed. His eyes burned with green light again, and Vlad caught a vague whiff of sulfur. “You’re calling this nightmare a miracle?”

Vlad faltered. He hadn’t exactly been expecting this response. “Oh, my child, not like that. Please, I -”

“No!” Daniel shouted. The tears evaporated from his eyes in a tiny puff of steam. Sparks began snapping in his hair again. “I am not your child! Don’t you dare call me that!”

He extended his legs abruptly, nearly knocking Vlad from his feet. The man quickly stood, hands raised. “Danie- Danny, please.” He was struggling to maintain his calm demeanor in the face of a boy rapidly losing control of his already unstable abilities. “All I want is to help you!”

“I don’t want your help!”

Perhaps words weren’t the way to placate him, Vlad was beginning to realize. Maybe a physical demonstration would be more effective. He exhaled and concentrated on the buzzing knot of energy right above his sternum. With the precision of two decades worth of practice, he willed the energy forward, into his arms and hands. He was vaguely aware of the crackling electricity rippling across his scalp and down his spine.

Ever so gently, he expanded his energy further. No need to frighten the boy any more than he already was. But he needed to do this. He needed to show him he could help.

Daniel’s eyes flew wide open. “What are you doing?” he demanded, though his voice trembled. Whether it was from fear or anger, Vlad couldn’t tell.

“I’m trying to show you,” the man explained. In one swift move, he allowed his energy to make contact with Daniel’s, but he was nearly overwhelmed by the sheer strength and ferocity of the child’s aura. A quiet voice in the back of his head began to worry that the boy’s power was too much for either of them to handle.

He silenced that voice quickly. He couldn’t give into that, not now.

Instead, he said, “Can’t you feel it? You and I, we’re the same. Our energies are the same.” It was true. Being so close to Daniel’s own fledgling core, feeling the unwilling yet inevitable ballet between their two spirits, it told him as much. His hot, precise electricity found itself in perfect harmony with the boy’s burning cold lightning storm. The resulting potential was intoxicating. Vlad savored it with every passing second.

He needed this. He needed to help the child, to make him understand just how right it was that he was here.

Daniel, sadly, did not have the same reaction. He yelped and tried to scamper as far from Vlad as possible, resulting in him falling through the back of the couch. By the time Vlad rounded the corner of the couch, Daniel was back on his feet, though his form continued to flicker and his face twitched more rapidly. The snapping electricity in his hair fizzled through strands faster and faster, and Vlad caught sight of an angry red lightning pattern painting the underside of the boy’s jaw, down his neck, and below his collar.

“S-stay away from me!” Daniel shouted, continuing to stumble backward. “We’re not - I’m nothing like you!”

The words stung Vlad like a thousand wasps. Losing all remaining composure, he cried, “That’s not true! Please, Dani- Danny, I can help you! I’ve been through this just like you, I can teach you how to control it, but please, you must calm down before you hurt yourself!” And before I lose you, he added silently.

Daniel’s fingers dug into his biceps. His eyes were shut tightly again, but Vlad could still see the remnants of their toxic green glow seeping through the cracks. His facial tic was uncontrollable at this point. “I’m not - I-I can’t…” he gasped in between short, panicked breaths. The smell of sulfuric ozone was pungent at this point.

Daniel fell to his knees. Hastily, Vlad drew his energy back in and dropped to his knees as well. “Daniel! Can you hear me?”

The boy didn’t respond. Instead, he gasped violently and opened his eyes wide, revealing twin pools of green. “M-my… too - too much,” he choked out as his form flickered wildly. 

The moments that followed happened in quick succession. Vlad, operating purely from his panic, reached forward to put his hands on Daniel’s shoulders. In that moment, he felt every hair on his arms and the back of his neck stand upright; the tang of something metallic could be tasted in the air. He recognized the hallmark signs of the impending disaster and, in the next moment, realized he was too late to stop it.

The instant his hands made contact with Daniel, a blinding white bolt of electricity cracked into existence, forming a ring around the boy’s waist. 

The resounding force launched Vlad backwards and into a bookcase. The back of his head slammed into the edge of a shelf, and he crumpled to the ground.

The last thing he saw as he slipped into unconsciousness was lightning dancing across snow white hair and Daniel’s acidic green eyes.

[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 8 Ep. 45: A Chance Romance

The Story of a Family Told in Web Comic Format

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With Peachy and Jack connecting in and out of work, and Paul and Nikita seeming completely inseparable, Great Grandpa Chance was the last single member of the household. He had been continuing to seek a connection of his own through the convenience of Meet and Mingle.

One of his more promising recent matches was a librarian. The old book lover had even met her a few times already at his beloved local library.

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Adriel suggested he stop by right after her shift one night, and being surrounded by their favorite media got things off to a great start.

They discussed the latest books they’d read, and discovered a lot of similar tastes in fiction, exchanging new angles on tales they both loved.

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When Adriel asked about his family Chance had so many interesting stories to share! He picked just the best ones about his grandfather Vlad, his grandson Storm, Storm’s grandchild Jasper, and the two wonderful grandson’s of Jasper that lived with him now, barely mentioning the rest.

Unfortunately, it turned out his young date had never been married, had no kids, and was far more shocked than impressed by the depth of his involvement with his crowd of living and undead relatives. She ended their date by literally running off into the rain, leaving a stunned Chance to ponder a whole new kind of incompatibility he hadn’t even suspected.

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Up to this point Chance had been meticulously curating his dating profile and matches but this unexpected mismatch prompted him to take a back seat in the process and trust the algorithm to steer him to his next date. It could hardly do worse at picking than he had!

He met up with Bianca for brunch. They settled at a corner table, ordered their meal, and began the process of getting to know one another.

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He found out she worked at the Strangerville military base and just had to brag about his grand-grand-grandkids, the hometown heroes.

He wasn’t expecting his youthfully dressed date to laugh out loud and share colorful details about her own involvement as an experienced officer keeping a lid on that whole situation indefinitely while bureaucrats, officers, and scientific committees fought over various solutions.

That cute kid with the peach hair and his friends had saved her team a ton of late nights by cutting off the interminable bickering with their foolish but decisive actions. She’d been too busy then to tell them she owed them one, but she was glad Chance could let them know now.

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Their date progressed smoothly from that unexpectedly random connection. Bianca’s bold attitude took life in stride – reacting with wry amusement when Chance’s first Meet and Mingle date, Cristal, appeared suddenly at the next table and waved excitedly at him.

After Chance offered chagrined introductions, the clearly pregnant sim began oversharing about how she had met her now husband moments after Chance bailed on their date, and how excited they both were to welcome their new bundle of joy. The unflappable Bianca offered her congratulations, while smoothly steering the energetically unfiltered redhead back to conversing with own embarrassed seeming companion.

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Over the tasty meal that soon arrived, the two had a very pleasant conversation without any other random interruptions, and both seemed to feel very comfortable together. To Chance it felt like meeting an old friend for the first time, and he wasn’t shy about telling Bianca exactly that.

As they walked out of the restaurant together, he thanked her for the wonderful afternoon and hoped they could get together again soon, as it had been hundreds of years since he had met someone as interesting and impressive as her.

With a twinkle in her eye, she told him that his shameless flattery would get him nowhere, but he was free to continue it on their second date. Chance headed home excited that love might be in his future again after all and eager to hear from her after she “checked on some things”.

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[aikoiya]

DP Prompt - Purify (& Aftermath)

Now, we've all seen fics where the Fentons try to cure Danny & Danny struggles, saying that they'll kill him & "please stop, I'm still your son" & then he dies.

But I don't think I've ever seen one also get the Fentons' reaction after he does. Them expecting to have just expunged Phantom, but doing so killed both sides of him. Where they really were doing it to save Danny's life & they were so sure it would work.

Thing is, it would've worked had Danny actually been possessed, but because Fenton & Phantom were one & the same, it killed him.

So his body is left with half the ectoplasm in his body bleeding away to leaving him looking like half Fenton & half Phantom.

I wanna see them crushed. Both of them. I want them destroyed & mourning in 2 completely different ways. Jack being inconsolable & Maddie in frantic disbelief, asserting that it should've worked, why didn't it work, & no, it's just a ghostly trick. Her baby boy is out there, she's sure of it.

I wanna see Jazz hate them for killing her baby brother, Sam & Tucker for killing their best friend. Tucker's practical brother. And in Sam's case, her maybe more than a best friend.

I wanna see the Fentons struggle with keeping the ghosts at bay because now that there's no Phantom, they're running rampant.

I wanna see the town rally against the Fentons for killing their protector.

I want havoc!

I want them to only now realize just how much Phantom did for them.

I want them to ask for Vlad's help, who knows what they did & despite how much they fought, he really did care for Daniel (in his own twisted way). How it makes him want to kill Jack even more now, not just for himself, but also for his little badger.

I want him to also feel betrayed by Maddie &, suddenly, she doesn't look like as much of an angel as she did before.

I want him to come to the realization that he's alone again & it's devastating to him. Then he remembers Ellie & for a brief second, hope wells up in his chest, until he remembers how he'd melted her down. It suddenly no longer matters to him that she wasn't the perfect clone. Just that he's not entirely alone even if she hates him.

I want the Fentons to eventually learn that Vlad & Plasmius are one & the same. At first, they think Vlad's being possessed like Danny was, but then Vlad rages at them & explains what'd happened in the hospital while they were off playing happy family as he rotted away like an infected wound. How it was their proto-portal that made him a freak & their ghost portal did the same to their son. How there is only one entity inside his body & his name is Vlad. How Daniel was the same & they tortured him for something that was their fault.

He calls them murderers & kid-killers (rather hypocritically) & he loathes them both.

Maybe, for the purpose of allowing a ray of hope to shine only to snuff it out afterwards, Danny does return as a full ghost, but he's younger than he should be (because he died a frightened child) he remembers nothing of his life & only has brief flashes of his time as Phantom. But he's a broken little thing with the appearance of both Fenton & Phantom fused together, split right down the middle. Fenton in the white & black hazmat that he wore just before he turned halfa. His arm is burned to a crisp where he touched the button inside the portal with, still lightly steaming, & lictenburg scars that glow going up his arm, his neck, branching out at his chest to cover his cheek & where his heart used to be, ectoplasmic replicas of the very straps that his parents had used to strap him down were bound tightly to his wrists & ankles, so tight that they bit into the skin, & he keeps losing consistency only to reform. He is, in a word, unstable. He has a very pure & unfiltered love of space, but is extremely timid & has a chilling, soul-deep fear of doctors & scientists. But little else beyond that. His skin is ice blue with glowing constellation freckles.

He recognizes no one & he never will because some deeply-hidden part of him doesn't want to.

In the end, he's taken in by Soujorn, who takes him journeying all over the universe & Danny doesn't even look back once. And he's happy & his friends & sister are mournfully happy for him, but Jack & Maddie are destroyed.

Give me all of them grieving in their own ways.

Give

Me

ANGST!!

DP Character Masterlist

[thejolteonmastertjspoilers]

Ok but a weird thing about Monoma is even though he’s always trying to put himself in the position to reassure the ones he cares about, which I’m sure y’all are sick of hearing me talking about by this point, there’s a weird little nuance in that trait I’ve realized I’ve never clarified.

Usually reassuring others requires some level of vulnerability, but Monoma avoids that. When Eri cried he got that blank look he usually gets when he doesn’t know how to react to something & just kinda nudged Aizawa, hoping he’d say something to reassure Eri. Even when opening up to Shinsou he played it off very lightheartedly, he didn’t want to involve his own emotions, he just wanted Shinsou to know why he saw him as a kindred spirit.

Monoma’s not comfortable around people when they’re actually at their most vulnerable. He’s not comfortable reassuring others if he can’t just grin & laugh or terrorize the ones supposedly causing harm to his friends to make it all better. He wants to be the emotionally strong one, but he’s too immature & inexperienced to know how that actually works.

In today’s chapter though, he allowed himself to be vulnerable. He was clearly uncomfortable when reminding Aizawa he’d saved them all, but he pushed on anyways, which is new for him. Monoma allowed his true, unfiltered emotions to show & that’s also ultimately why Vlad could tell him what he needed to hear.

Being emotionally strong isn’t about neglecting one’s own emotions, genuine connections cannot be a one-way street. Failing to understand this is probably one of Monoma’s biggest flaws.

[redrobin-detective]

No, no this is very interesting. I agree with you that Vlad sees himself above  human and ghosts (and interesting comparison to Danny who arguably sees himself as below both) but the idea of him not realizing that he’s becoming more and more ghostly. Could also somewhat explain his character degradation across the series as he became more fixated on Danny. As his obsession deepened, he lost touch somewhat with his human ability to multitask, to logic through things and meaningfully process emotions. 

Danny was the one thing he couldn’t reliably control and it ate at him so he went to extreme lengths to get that control not realizing he was spiraling further and further from humanity. Vlad was already considered weird, but he’s a billionaire, they’re supposed to be weird right? As he steps outside his castle and interacts with more people, they find themselves deeply unsettled with how Not Right Masters acts. Vlad and possibly Danny to an extent are unaware of how inhuman they come across. At least Danny has friends and loved ones to pull him back from leaning too heavily into that side of himself. Vlad has no one and down, down, down the rabbit hole he goes. 

I never really thought about it before, but it's so incredibly pathetic that Vlad's modus operandi for much of the show is just "humiliate a 14 yo"

It really is, I'm not a big fan of Eye for an Eye just because of the silly prank war thing but there is something about it that remarks on Danny and Vlad's relationship.

I think I said somewhere else that Vlad acts more ghost than human and Danny is the opposite. Vlad fell totally victim to his obsession (control) and didn't really have anyone to keep him more human. So while normal people would look at Danny (a minor) and Vlad (a middle aged billionaire) having a deep feud as weird, its probably less weird to Vlad who views him as a ghostly challenger. Danny both is (when he wants to mock him) and isn't (when he wants to beat him half to death) a child to him. I lost where I was going with this.

Rip Vlad's development in S3

[elzifelzi]

Danny Phantom AU where all the ideas that were scrapped from production actually made it into the show. Except for the whole psychic link shit.

Danny is older and actually rides a motorcycle with his pet owl

Vlad is a vampire

And all the other random bs that was scrapped.

No explanations

No Justifications

Just pure unfiltered ghost vibes

[vladdyissues]

Vlad Unfiltered

[undead-notunreasonable]

HAPPY DRAC-O-WEEN || PART 31 OF 31 ||

The sound of dripping stirred Dracula from his slumber, his body felt a strange mixture of light & heavy. Both mourning & relief. There was a strange silence about the place he were in, something held within the air but he couldn’t figure out what it could be. Eyes opened slowly, seeing the stone ceiling above him, the way the candlelight flickered onto the condensation suggested he was somewhere dark, somewhere underground, a cellar perhaps. But it couldn’t have been any ordinary cellar, at least most cellars don’t have beds within them, almost like nurses beds. With a soft groan, Dracula sat up on his elbows, letting his eyes adjust to the light. It’d been at least a century that he’d been somewhere that relied solely on candlelight to illuminate a room. A shuffle in a seat drew his attention to a woman in what seemed to be a blue cloak, a...habit. If he could breathe, it would certainly catch in his throat. “Oh good, you’re awake at last.” a thick, chirpy Dutch accent called back to him. Dracula felt so tired & above all confused, staring at the woman until she pushed past his blurred vision by coming to his bedside “Agatha?” he called out weakly, trying to make sense of it all. “Yes, Count Dracula. You are at my side once again it seems, you’re harder to distance myself from than anyone else.” she slid into a seat, looking at him with a look of scepticism. “What’s going on? How am I here?” he asked trying to sit himself upright until he felt cool slim fingers pressing him down again. “That is not the question we have to ask ourselves.” she urged, dropping her nose so she could look at him with an arched brow. “But if you must know, it seems that those lives you have taken within your 500 years not only live on through you but you continue to live on through them. I seem to be the prioritised choice, which makes sense when you think about it, I was the only one after all who came closer than anyone to understand the beast.” “I feel I’m hardly a beast, I haven’t been this tired in centuries.” he wheezed out and tired he looked, his eyes could barely keep open, his body just hurt, almost as though he were mortal. Agatha watched on at him, arching her neck to get a better look, observing the man who were much different to the woman she’d met at those convent gates. “The question isn’t how but why?” Agatha urged, she particularly enjoyed watching people figure things out for themselves. “Because your blood is within my blood, not only did I carry you, you carried me, all the people whose lives I’ve taken I can easily return to like a terrible book I just can’t seem to finish.” Van Helsing had a glowing smile on her lips at that. “And you can’t bare a bad book, can you?” another arch of her brow, this time rather than judging him, she was challenging him. Dracula’s dark eyes flicked to hers for a brief moment before looking ahead once more, staring at more stone wall dripping with liquid. He lay quiet just then, thinking things over. How did he get here, what had just happened that sent him within his own mind. He was storming the foundation himself and...Vlad. A jolt in his memory brought about the flash of a vision: Vlad’s head on a spike, where it was always meant to be. Surely he would be here with him, inside his veins, they’d shared blood so surely-- “Vladimir Tepes is not here, Count Dracula.” Agatha interjected. “Remember, we’re connected, I can hear your thoughts.” His eyes scanned the walls, recounting everything that had happened and how it came to Vlad being beheaded. His hands began to shake and eyes filled with tears “They killed him. They stole him away from me just when we’d found each other again. We loved each other & we were going to rule--” he began to babble, feeling his heart burn with pain. “--I’m surprised someone as cruel & deadly as you could love someone but I’m afraid that notion was never returned to you.” Agatha remained steady then, knowing her words were unkind but it better to speak the truth. “What are you talking about, of course he did--” “No. He didn’t.” she spoke more sternly this time, taking hold of the conversation like a riding bull “He was using you to win the throne, making you do all the dirty work, finding out information, infiltrating the foundation, speaking to Mr Harker, then he was going to make you his second man.” Dracula took a complete offence to this, cheeks puffing with anger at how a nun could talk about his relationship. “Think about it.” Agatha urged “Whenever you tried to initiate things, did he reciprocate those feelings?” Dracula’s puffed cheeks slowly dropped as he thought things through. He seemed to avoid him all the more the plan were staring to come together. “And didn’t he just steal a human away from you just now? Almost as though he was power hungry, and you just let him.” Annoyingly, as always, Agatha was right. Piecing these things together made Dracula begin to shake once more, trembling with heart break before he burst out into tears. “Oh!” she beamed at the sight, being somewhat cruel in her actions “The vampire does cry, that’s new.” His tears faltered then, taking in a deep breath, realising that he didn’t want that in front of her. His lips pursed in annoyance instead. Until his original question remained in his mind: How is he here? “You’re talking to me, an awful lot, just like before.” his eyes narrowed as he watched her. Agatha rose from her seat, walking away from his bedside again. Dracula sat up immediately, honing his focus on the nun “You’re distracting me again, Agatha Van Helsing. What are you up to?” just then, he climbed out of the bed, seeing himself back in Jonathans robes after he’d torn at his face. “You’re a creature of consequence.” she turned on her heel, raising her chin to look up at him. “All creatures, even humans, have to suffer for their actions.” “You’re killing me, aren’t you?” “No.” her hands folded together as she kept herself calm, and stood strong against the vampire. “I’m not the one killing you.”

A strange sucking sound grew to become an overwhelming sound of vacuum. The surroundings had melted away from that of underground cellar in St Mary’s Convent Budapest to what seemed as though they stood in middle of a tornado. Dracula had to shield his eyes from the dust, squinting to see if he could find any sign of, well, anything beyond this whirlwind. There were screams and moans twirling through the dust, swirling into his hair & clothing. “Where am I?” he called out to the woman in front of him. Agatha still remained still, hands neatly folded as thought the wind didn’t rock her. “Your turmoil!” she called back against the noise “Your victims, your pure unfiltered chaos! All wrapped into one great storm!” Dracula grabbed at the woman then, snarling down at her “Put me back, put me back at that Foundation!” his eyes were wild & shining, matching the mayhem of their surroundings. Pain, excruciating agony but at least the surroundings were quiet aside from his cries. His eyes laid upon the stake of which pierced through his chest, splintering through his heart. A hand reached up to clutch at it & found it covered in blood, having already attempted without himself knowing. His breath wobbled, blood, his own, trickled up from his throat. This was his end. He’d never thought it would be something like this, he always imagined in a much grander scheme, a ruler, adored, not... inside a research centre. He cried out again, eyes meeting the head of Vlad where heartbreak & anger were at war with one another. He choked on his blood once more. How did this happen? The position of the stake were just out of reach for him to pull out. “D,” a female voice called out, tears streaming down her face. “I had to do it.” her voice waved. His eyes looked from the stake until they met beautiful shining brown ones. Lucy Westenra was the one to make him meet his demise, who’d have thought? “I saw what you was planning.” she dropped to her knees, small hands covered in his blood, trembling just as much as he did. “I’m so sorry, D. I couldn’t---” she hiccupped “---I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t let you go through with it. Not again.” despite her anger, she was riddled with remorse, clutching at him as though she wasn’t ready to lose him, like she hadn’t placed the stake there herself. A long sharp finger came up, giving a soft wag as he spoke “Lucy Westenra, as long as I live in your memory, I will continue to haunt you for the rest of your Octobers.” he snarled at her one final time. Two people he’d accepted into his life, both betrayed him.

The tornado like purgatory returned once more, and Dracula found himself staring at it’s bleak grey walls. “You’re dying, Count Dracula. At long last. This is the end of the line.” Agatha called out once more. Dracula looked paler than usual, and if anything, absolutely petrified by the idea. “The monster that once was, no one to love him, crushed by those he thought loved him, and murdered by his finest experiment. His last experiment.” She corrected. “A foul stinking beast, gone. A final bow. How does that feel?” All this time he’d managed to avoid death, escaping it’s every sharp claw, and now it had been taken from him, just as he were rising the ranks. The sounds of his victims from five centuries seemed to wail together, rising and roaring at him in their anger. How dare he be upset that he time came before he wanted. Hands threw over his ears to try and drain them out but it was no use. The Count dropped them to his thighs, bursting into tears once again, completely defeated & exhausted. “I have blood on my hands that will never come clean.” he wailed “I’m sorry! Agatha,” he closed the gap between them “I don’t know what to do, how could I have let that man get into my head! Agatha Van Helsing, please help me, please let me repent.” he begged, clutching onto the bottom of her habit, willing her to help him in anyway that she could. Within the commotion, a door appeared between them, slowly opening to reveal a bright white light, and within it, his home. Wallachia. The sound of his Mother & Sister laughing within the kitchen of his childhood home. The smell of snow, stew, and wood burning swirled his purgatory. He looked at it in complete bafflement, bewildered more like. Was this... his heaven? His wide eyes & slack jaw looked back to Agatha, who was looking beyond the door herself & gave a short laugh “Hmm! That seems like a nice place to spend eternity.” she bounced her shoulders in delight at the sight. “Why? After all this time, after all these people I’d killed, slaughtered, and tortured?” “You have to remember, Count Dracula, this is life, everybody dies here. But not only that-                                                                                -The devil himself was an angel in the beginning.                                                                         It’s time for you to go home.”

[butterfly-of-the-night]

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[emilyelizabethfowl]

Chupacabras And Love-Smitten Teenagers

Day 3, prompt “animals”. Connected to Day 2 “Fire” and Day 3 “Fangs”.

"And that's exactly why Chupacabras exist!" The redhead finished, a giant photo of supposed chupacabra with a bright red CONFIRMED upon it right behind him. Danny found himself not being able to focus on anything else but Wes all week. Ever since their serum-fueled moment of passion he didn't leave the halfa's mind. He also discovered he got a bit more than a fleeting thought about far more people. It was like his ghost half was highlighting all potential mates around him, with special interest put on Wes. Honestly, he could do just as well without it. He's grades were bad enough without at least 3 classmates being highlighted in each on his classes. "Pssst, Earth to Danny!" Sam hissed from his left. She seemed to be doing it far often that week. It was funny not to see her highlighted. He had a crush on her for long time after all. Not that he complained, things would only more complicated if he had two people to be careful around. Well, he didn't spend that much time around Wes, he had only one class with him, english. That didn't stop the boy from making a presentation about chupacabras. Even worse, he was genuinely enjoying it! That’s how far he’s fallen!

"Is that true, Mr. Fenton?" Lancer suddenly asked. He was so out of it he had no idea what was the question, but Sam was nodding enthusiastically so he just decided to trust her. "Yes," he finally said, the hesitation not exactly clear, but it was obvious he wasn't sure if he should answer it. "Fine, Mr. Weston, please sit back." He looked like he was about to facepalm. Danny suddenly wondered if it was a good choice to agree... Whatever it was he agreed to.The presentation was exquisite, even if not about the issue I assigned to you. That would be B+." Wes went to his assigned seat, which just so happened to be right in front of Danny. Once the teacher's attention shifted to another student, he turned around. "I assume you have no idea what just happened?" He asked, wide grin on his face. "No," Sam cut in before he managed to say a word. "He was too absorbed by watching your ass to pay attention." Danny felt himself getting red, which didn't help as it reminded him of the last time he get that red... Wes must've got reminded of it too. "Need a hand with that?" He asked, his grin grew even bigger. That just prompted Danny to lay his head down with a groan, in half-assed attempt to get his face out of sight. "I won't even pretend I understand what are you talking about." Sam said not even looking in their direction. "But this is getting more and more ridiculous with every passing day. Weston, get your shit together and take him out finally, or he'll spend the rest of his days in sweet obliviousness." Danny perked at Wes. The redhead got a wide-spread blush as well, and for once the halfa was thankful for his friends unfiltered mouth. Sam knew she probably shouldn't have intervened, instead letting the things unfold on their own pace, but he just couldn't stand these puppy-eyes looks shoot between these two. They so obviously had a crush on each other, there was no point in denying it. Something must've fueled the long-lasting pinning, and while she had no idea what it was, she had a suspicion it had something to do with that night Danny disappeared, and then came back next morning, with clothes wrinkled and his phone shattered beyond repair. He questioned her about Wes subtly, or rather in what he would call subtly. She would say it was as subtle as Box Ghost on the street. Meaning, absolutely not subtle, screaming suspicious and "Beware!". It was getting annoying, in all honesty. These love-struck idiots could be circling around each other for years, thinking the other doesn't reciprocate their feeling, when they so obviously did. At least she could understand Danny, he was quite dense since the day she met him, but Wes?   The guy discovered Danny was half ghost on his own! With no prior personal knowledge of Danny, no prompts, certainly none of the "saw you in an allay when you changed" nonsense, as it was with Jazz and all the timelines he was exposed. Maybe he just wasn't sure if somebody as "gorgeous" as Danny could ever fall for him. She really heard him call Danny that, once, after he tried to convince somebody of his theory and they laughed him off. He thought he was alone and he was muttering, but he heard anyway. And since that time she was hoarding anything and all that could be a proof of affection. She wouldn't want to pass Danny into some inappropriate hands, now, would she? Danny's feelings weren't that hard to evaluate. He had been unconsciously shooting a very heart-shaped puppy-eyes at Wes since the beginning of the year. It was almost summer break. She was quite sure it was something a bit more than a simple school-boy crush. Neither of the boys said anything yet, they were just looking at each other, clearly lost in their eyes. They seemed totally engrossed and in total disgrace on their surroundings. She feared they might start kissing, or worse, right then, right there. In a classroom full of other people, with whom they would need to go to class for at least another year. If they pass, that is. Well, if Danny pass. "Today, at seven, Nasty Burger." She said, successfully gathering their attention. The questioning look in their eyes was painfully clear. "Your date." She explained. "And don't you dare try to get out of it!" She hoped maybe that would work. Nothing else make them finally admit their feelings. Even Vlad's potion.

[unfilteredpatriot]

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Joe Biden Still Thinks Donald Trump is an “Illegitimate��� President

Democrats on the far left (and even some a little closer to the moderate side of the party – if such a thing exists) have been saying for months that 2020 frontrunner Joe Biden is old and out of touch with the progressive movement. We’ve watched these attacks with a mixture of amusement and sympathy, but this week, Biden showed that he’s behind the times in more ways than one. Not only is he failing to take up the socialist mantle that has become the heartbeat of the Democratic Party, he’s also apparently failing to keep up with the news. Because if he’d been paying attention, he would know that President Trump had absolutely nothing to do with the Russians’ so-called interference in the 2016 election. He wouldn’t be out there agreeing with drooling idiots who still make idiotic proclamations like, “Not my President!”

And yet, there he is.

From Mediaite:

Former Vice President and current Democratic presidential primary frontrunner Joe Biden said “I absolutely agree” with a woman who described herself as having a “very severe case of Trump Derangement Syndrome,” and said that Trump “is an illegitimate president.”

“He is an illegitimate president in my mind,” she added. “That’s it. I think all the talk about impeachment and what the Democrats should do, that’s fine, it’s theoretical at this point. Let them investigate, let them subpoena, let them go to the Supreme Court, he’s illegitimate. and my biggest fear is that he’s going to do it again with the help of Vlad, his best pal, and we’re going to be stuck for six more years of this guy. And that is terrifying. It’s terrifying.”

“Would you be my vice presidential candidate?” Biden asked with a laugh, then said “Folks, look, I absolutely agree.”

So, it’s one thing for some mouth-breather to show up at a Biden rally still believing all the nonsense she’s heard for the last two years from Rachel Maddow. That’s to be expected. It’s quite another for a man who wants to be the next president to be “agreeing” with such a woman. Exactly how is Trump an illegitimate president? Did he not win an election? Did not the Mueller report conclude that his campaign had nothing at all to do with Russia’s election activities?

Part of us hoped that Biden would slowly bring the Democratic Party’s ship back to shore. That maybe he would be a calming voice in a sea of absolute insanity. But we guess that was just our own naivete showing. There’s no bringing this ship back; it’s wandered too far out to sea. Biden is just desperately swimming to catch up with it, and it’s a pathetic sight to see.

God, let these cretins lose in a landslide next November.

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