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the-lark-ascending69 · 9 months ago

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prompt where robins mom finds out about her and nancy dating and she doesent take it well

Tbh I think Robin's mom would be more concerned that her daughter is dating someone who owns guns that the fact she's dating a girl. I haven't read much of the book yet, but Robin's parents are these "domesticated hippies" as she calls them, and they seem pretty fun and nice. Her mom is introduced dancing to fleetwood mac while stoned. She tells Robin they conceived her in the back of a van. They have all these photographs (in some or which her mother is topless) showing her parents with their friends and multiple lovers because they were also polyamorous and believed in "free love". Robin also mentions they have zero tolerance for any kind of hateful talk. I have read fics in which her parents are horrible and kick her out over being a lesbian and ngl I love that kind of angst, it's very cathartic. But after reading the book I don't think I myself can write that. Richard and Melissa just seem too chill to care about those things. Mayne later in the book I see some red flags here and there but so far I think Robin's mom would be mostly accepting.

There are, however, a few things we could work on:

Robin's mom is okay with Robin being a lesbian, she just doesn't like Nancy specifically. Like I said, maybe she knows Nancy owns guns, maybe Nancy has brought guns to their house for protection and Melissa thinks that is very disrespectful. I think she'd be mostly nice to Nancy, but as soon as she leaves she will tell Robin she doesn't like her, and that she feels dissappointed Robin would chose someone who "loves violence"

She has political disagreements with Nancy's family. Idk much about USamerican politics in the 80s but my spidey sense tells me Reagan and hippies wouldn't have gotten along. Maybe Melissa is a bit confused as to why her daughter is dating someone whose parents had a vote for Reagan sign on their lawn.

She is scared for Robin. When Robin says they're "domesticated hippies", she seems to imply they left a lot of their hippie ways behind to get married and start a nuclear family. She mentions she doesn't know if they still believe in "free love". Maybe in her youth, Robin's mother wouldn't have had a problem with it, but nowadays she sees her daughter with a girl and instead of thinking "love is love!" she thinks "the world is cruel and my baby girl is going to suffer so much". I think this option is my favorite one. It could have "mother broke her daughter's legs in two, said 'it's too dangerous to walk out there, so I had to save you'" vibes. She's a middle aged adult now, she's grown and she knows the freedom she enjoyed in her youth is not an option for her Robin. She tells her to think things through. Robin is confused. About Nancy, her mother explains. I just don't want you to get hurt. Robin still doesn't understand. But mom, I'm already hurt, she says. Melissa wants her to go slower, to not make such a big decision so fast. What will people say? What will they think? What will they do to her? Actually, she's too young to decide this. She's too young to be so obsessed with sexuality. People will be disgusted. She fills Robin's heart with fear and shame and it makes her not want to hold Nancy's hand in public even they they know no one is watching. Not under the table, not in a dark cinema. She's suddenly very shy and will often avert her gaze from her lest someone sees her looking at a girl. Her mother would hate to say it, but she'd be much more comfortable if her daughter were straight.

#ronance #my posts #idk if this is in character for robin's mom i have only read a few chapters of the book #but if my own mom taught me something is DON'T TRUST ANYONE EVER /hj #even the most progressive and tolerant people are waiting with knives behind their backs for you to show them weakness #that's why only a select group of people in my life get to know i'm a lesbian (and my weird little strange friends on the internet)#am i projecting? maybe #but it's true though! just because someone appears accepting and not hateful doesn't mean they won't betray you given the chance #if we want homophobic melissa I think it would be like that. Robin feels so safe telling her the truth and then she's betrayed

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theladycarpathia · 2 years ago

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Empty Places chapter 3 - Apparition

Back to Chapter 2

Alright, so Billy isn’t totally immune to whatever bullshit is going on.

This house gives him the creeps. Like the actual heebie-jeebies, like his Grandma Lizzie used to say. There’s a strange shiver down his spine, like someone is just watching. Watching him, watching Robin, watching Steve.

But he goes down to the basement anyway. He knows Steve fucking hates it, so he volunteers. He does it every time.

One of these days, they really need to stop splitting up for these walkthroughs. He doesn’t believe in it like Steve does but he still thinks that one of these days, they’re gonna get killed that way. Either he’ll fall through a floor or some drifter will slit their throats, because they’re still stupid kids wandering into places that they don’t belong.

The basement door swings open smoothly on its hinges and somehow that’s worse. But Billy flicks on his flashlight, turns on his camera and heads down into the darkness anyway.

The stairs creak underfoot and Billy checks each one before he puts down his weight. But despite their age, they all hold and Billy steps down onto the concrete floor in one piece.

He’s not going to find anything down here. He’ll find junk that the Packards left behind when they abandoned the place, maybe some other stuff from previous owners. If he’s really lucky, he’ll find yet another creepy portrait of the Creels, but that’s probably going to be the scariest thing he finds today.

The basement is cold concrete, a hollow shell that was never fully filled out. Not one of the house's residents ever felt the need to renovate to make a spare room, a play room, or even bothered to slap a pool table and an old sofa down here and call it a man cave. There’s a bulb on a cable overhead but Billy doesn’t bother finding a switch.

According to their research, the basement is in a strange configuration, corridors set out in a neat square until you eventually double back on yourself. Billy looks back behind him, at the dark corridor past the staircase and shrugs. He may as well make a loop.

The first room he comes to is nothing but boxes packed against every available wall space. Judging by the dust on some of them, the faded writing and the quality of the cardboard, the Packards weren’t the only ones to leave stuff behind. The basement must have accumulated everyone’s unwanted crap - every time someone moved in they just added their own boxes to the ones in the basement and no one ever cleared them out. And the next room is more of the same - boxes and boxes, a kid’s old trike, a bassinet shoved into a corner. Billy frowns and moves on. Jesus. This is going to be the most boring walkthrough he’s ever done.

But as he moves through the rooms, something begins to pick away at him. This basement is far too large for the size of the house. And while it’s a pretty big house, the basement offers nearly as much space as the whole first floor. And when Billy shines his torch down the hallway, he gets the idea that it’s not a dead end there either.

What was the point? Did Andrew Newton hope to host some sort of speakeasy down here before he’d kicked it? Because why would you need a space of this size underneath an already pretty sizable house? No one ever even made use of it - they chucked their crap down here and left it alone.

And Billy doesn’t blame them. Even without the stark concrete walls, cold floors and dark, windowless rooms this basement has a strange feeling about it. If the house felt empty and sad, then this place is even worse, leaving Billy with an uneasy feeling in his gut.

This one is weird. Maybe the Packards booked it for a fucking reason.

He hits the end of the hallway and is met by even more doors. Briefly, Billy wonders if there’s even any point in looking in them. The most he can expect to find is more boxes, some huge cobwebs and a whole lot of musty stale air. He’s not exactly expecting that they’ll watch the footage back and see spirits flickering across the screen.

But the next corridor throws up something new. A passageway split right down the center, probably leading him back to where he started at the staircase…or so it should. Billy shines his light down it and frowns. He didn’t see any other entrance when he came down here. So where the hell does this go?

He wanders down it, shining his light over the walls. Unlike the other corridors that offer two or three rooms, there’s only one door here. It looks older than all the rest, made of some strange, splintered, reddish wood. All the other doors are more modern and new, so why the hell does this one look like it was made in the dark ages? Billy’s fingers just about graze the weathered old wood when he hears something that takes several years off of his life.

“Billy?”

Billy automatically jerks a hand down to the walkie on his belt before he realizes. The voice didn’t come from the walkie. It came from behind him.

He jerks his head around, shining the torch across every inch of the hallway, heart thudding furiously in his chest. But there’s nothing there. He’s alone.

“What the fuck?” Billy whispers, cold trickling down his spine. But he shakes it off. He’s letting the others get to him. Steve especially knows just about every trope and horror cliche going. In all honesty, if they were actually in a horror movie, Steve is probably the only one getting out alive.

“Billy?” the voice continues, high-pitched and clear. Billy’s fingers grow clammy around the flashlight. It’s not fucking possible. The house is empty.

And yet, someone is calling him.

“Billy!” There’s urgency in this last plea, some desperation from the unseen caller. Billy steps towards it, moving his torch from side to side across the hallway, only to find it completely empty.

Someone’s fucking with him, they have to be. Maybe Steve or Robin decided to mess around with him for this one, and are actually playing a recording from behind him in the dark.

Billy returns back the way he came, unable to stop his heart racing as he searches for the voice. There’s still space here that he hasn’t covered, the remains of this corridor and the one leading back to the stairs.

But there’s the logical side of his brain pointing out that they probably couldn’t have gotten down the stairs to the basement without him noticing and that the cellar door is still firmly locked. And what’s really creeping him out is the fact that it doesn’t sound like a voice playing over a recorder. It almost sounds like she could be whispering in his ear.

Billy eyeballs the remaining two doors. Only one way to be sure.

The door slams into the wall as it swings open, propelled by Billy’s foot. But aside from the crash of the metal handle meeting concrete, there’s nothing else. The voice is gone, and as Billy swings his torch from side to side, the room is completely empty.

Shit. He’s freaking himself out.

But he heard a voice. He knows he did - this wasn’t something carrying on the wind, and it wasn’t Robin’s husky tones echoing from upstairs. This was someone small, a female child, and she was calling Billy.

Billy’s gut twists. In the year and a few months that they’ve been doing this, Billy has never once believed any of the ghouls and goblins shit about any of the places he’s visited. And what makes this house worse is that there’s not even any of that. The Miller barn was supposedly haunted by Old Man Miller, who’d hang you up by your throat. That cottage on Bartlett Lane was supposed to contain a woman in white, who’d kill every man who wandered through her door. Creepy twins, poltergeists, men with axes, blood leaking out of the walls, rattling chains…Billy’s heard it all. Every rumor, legend and folktale going about every supposedly haunted building for miles.

But this one doesn’t have any. Not a dime. Just…people who’ve died. People die. Billy didn’t see any mystery in that.

Maybe he was wrong.

A cool breeze drifts across the back of his neck and he nearly jumps out of his skin. So far the basement has been full of still, stale air, the kind that hasn’t known a fresh breeze in nearly a decade. Billy rubs a hand across the back of his neck, unable to stop the prickle of goosebumps. Okay, that’s his limit. Even by the very high standards of bullshit that he operates by, he’s done with this fucking basement.

And that’s when he hears the chimes.

It’s not quite like the old church bell that used to ring the hour in Hawkins, but the similar heavy toll gives Billy deja vu. It resounds through the hallways, and Billy whirls around, feeling like the walls are closing in.

And then as quickly as they started, the bells are gone, leaving only an echo and cold sweat down Billy’s back.

His fingers are growing clammy around his torch. Something wants him out of this basement.

But there’s only one door left and Billy thinks that he might be the stupidest person that’s ever lived as he closes his hand around the doorknob.

There’s a man with his back to the wall; medium height, medium build, with brown hair cut close to the back and sides of his head. He’s wearing jeans and a dark canvas jacket, sturdy black boots peeking out from his hems.

No. This is fucked up. This isn’t real.

“Dad?” Billy asks in disbelief, because last time he checked, his dad was living in a house two towns over with his new wife and stepdaughter. There’s no reason for him to be here, inspecting the dirt on the walls.

But then the man turns and Billy feels about seven years old again as Neil Hargrove turns to look at Billy with the same cold eyes he used to have when he beat Billy’s mother.

“Fucking things up again?” Neil inquires, looking around at the dripping pipes, the dust on the windowsill. “You’re meant to be doing things with your life, Billy. Not fucking around with those idiot friends and this waste of time.”

Billy steels himself, no matter how much his throat burns. He sees his dad maybe twice a year for a weekend, and he knows exactly how to behave. He smiles at Max, he compliments Susan. He keeps everything tidy and does every chore before Neil can think to ask it of him. He dresses in more moderate clothes and talks about fake dates with imaginary girls. He doesn’t talk about Steve and Robin, he isn’t sarcastic or rude or loud, and he keeps out of Neil’s way. It’s an ordeal that has to be endured for two days twice a year. He survives.

This isn’t Neil. But that doesn’t make Billy any less afraid.

“It’s for fun,” Billy says, immediately hating the tremble in his voice. “It’s just a hobby.”

“There are better hobbies,” Neil says immediately, every word like a gunshot. “Worthwhile hobbies. You play a sport, you learn a skill. What exactly does hanging around with the queer freaks and chasing ghosts get you? Hmm? Nothing.” Billy flinches, like he can feel the spit as Neil hisses the last word.

“They’re my friends,” Billy says defensively, because he’s not going to let this cruel parody of his father insult his friends. “And I don’t have to do everything because it’s worthwhile, because colleges will like it. Because it’s deemed worthwhile by you.”

The Neil creature stalks across the room so fast that Billy’s back hits the wall before he has a chance to think about it, his camera clattering to the ground. And oh God, he thought that this thing was a ghost but Neil has a forearm pressed against Billy’s neck before he has the time to react. He can see everything - the glint in Neil’s cold blue eyes, the lines around his mouth, every neatly trimmed hair in his mustache. Billy stifles a sob. He’s not a kid anymore. He’s bigger than Neil, stronger than Neil. He plays basketball and hockey, he bench presses and gets up to run every morning. He’s spent years trying to make sure that he can fight back.

He forgot about his heart. That’s the thing that still gives out on him.

“I am your father, boy,” Neil says, voice raspy and low. “What have I told you about backtalk?”

Billy closes his eyes. This isn’t real. He doesn’t know how it’s happening but this isn’t real.

“I'm real enough,” the monster says, mouth twisting in a smirk. And it’s just such a Neil smirk, the same one he used to do when he’d caught Billy in a lie, when he found makeup under Billy’s bed, the torn out pictures of basketball players. “And I still know that there's a whole lot of wrong in you, boy.” Billy sucks in a mouthful of air, because he half forgot to, because this is an old wound that refuses to heal over.

“Oh, yes, I know it,” Neil whispers, pressing down on Billy’s throat. It hurts but Billy’s had worse. “You think I wanted you for a son? Some make-up wearing fag? I’ve seen whores that dress less like sluts! You can push it down and play pretend but you can’t fool me.”

“I see you four days out of the year, old man,” Billy says, through gritted teeth. Because that was the agreement, even though his mom cries every time one of those weekends comes around. Even though that was the price they paid to be free of Neil. Four days for Billy to play at the picture perfect family. A completely normal son, who likes women and watches sports and has different friends. Billy got used to the fact that Neil didn’t want him as he is a long time ago. “I’m amazed that you notice fucking anything about me.”

Billy’s head connects with the wall as Neil grabs hold of his shirt and yanks him forward, just to whip him back. Billy bites down on the cry that forms in his throat.

“I know a hell of a lot,” Neil purrs. There’s something inhuman about the way he tilts his head, how his eyes are more pupil than iris. “I know what you feel when you let boys touch you. And how you still can’t quite badmouth me to all your friends. And I know about all those dark little thoughts that run through your pretty little head late at night. Do you think that they know?” His eyes flick up coyly to the ceiling, to where several stories above, Steve and Robin are wandering around. Alone. Unprepared.

“Leave them out of this!” Billy says furiously. Neil hums thoughtfully, his fingers tightening in Billy’s shirt.

“Nah, they’ve got their own problems. Maybe not so much the girl. Not a lot that she pushes down. Your friend, Steve, though…” Neil whistles sharply, shaking his head, like Steve is a lost cause. “That boy has it as bad as you. Repression out of the wazoo.”

“Don’t fucking touch him!” Billy bites out, suddenly even more afraid than he’d been before. He stares into the thing’s eyes, because this is just something pushing his buttons and that’s almost a better monster than Neil. And it’s also threatening Steve.

“You’re in my house,” the thing says, dipping its head low to Billy’s ear. The breath that drifts across Billy’s cheek is cold and rank and Billy squirms. “You hear that a lot, don’t you? My house, my rules.”

“Get fucked,” Billy spits, and the thing grins, mouth splitting open just a little too wide. There’s something behind Neil’s eyes now, some flicker of a sickly bright yellow, with the gleam of a hunter’s eyes catching the light.

“I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you have,” it promises, running a tongue over its bottom lip. Billy watches, sickened, as the tongue extends far longer than any normal human’s should, a little too red and a little too pointed. “And I’m not alone in here. Get out, if you think you can.”

It releases Billy and it’s so unexpected that his legs give way beneath him. He slides to the floor, coughing slightly now that the pressure on his throat has eased. When he looks up, the room is empty, whatever was wearing his dad’s face has vanished. Billy doesn’t stick around to find out if it’s coming back.

He books it to the staircase before he tugs his walkie from his belt. He can’t go racing all over this mansion to find Steve and Robin. He needs to get his friends and get out of here. If they happen to throw gasoline and a lit match on the house as they go, Hawkins is probably better off for it.

“Steve!” he barks, worry rising like a rush of bile in his throat. If he’s seen his worst nightmare, what the hell appeared to them?

The darkness of the basement looms behind him, feeling more like a shroud than before. Billy nervously takes a few more steps up, like a man watching the floodwater roll in.

“Steve, Ro, I’m not fucking around,” he says sharply, real terror beginning to set in. His friends are capable but the element of surprise can be a real fuck up. Even Steve might not manage against a fight he’s not expecting.

“Someone answer the fucking walkie!” Billy shrieks, slapping a hand against the wall.

Steve’s voice when it comes through is the sweetest sound that he could have imagined.

“Thank fuck, Steve,” he snaps, relief settling over his body and, as usual, coming out with rough edges. Aside from his mom, his friends are the only thing like family that he’s got. He’d sooner die than lose them. “I’ve been out of my mind. Shit’s weird down here. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, after a beat. He sounds rough, a strange tone to his voice. “I’m okay.”

“Jesus,” Billy mutters, because Steve sounds like shit. He begins to climb the stairs, two or three at a time. One down, one to go. “I’m coming up. Is Ro with you?”

“What?” Steve’s voice sounds confused, and then worry starts to seep in. “No, she’s not with me.” Billy reaches the top and pushes through the basement door, hurriedly kicking it shut behind him. Fuck his stuff, he’s not fucking going in there again. He’s getting the others and getting the hell out of here.

“Then where the hell is she?” he asks in frustration, and sets off down the hall to find Steve.

Onto chapter 4

#harringrove #creel house au #ghosthunters au #idiots in love #billy hargrove #steve harrington #robin buckley #I have a hellish week at work ahead of me #so you get this early!#the chapters start getting way long after this though #tw: homophobia #tw: abuse #tw: slurs #I'm much happier with this chapter #I think it came out really well #Chapter 4 is where we catch up with Robin!

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dw-flagler · 1 year ago

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WHAT THE FUCK?

#I can SORT of get the first half #like sure if there is no choice but to kill someone because they represent a massive danger to human life #and all other options are nonviable then yes i guess it's acceptable #but WHAT?#we're cutting off drunk drivers feet now???#when and how did we get to this???#comic fans are a different breed of lunatic i swear to god #if you're wondering it was the 2011 run of batman and robin #chapter 7 specifically #not worm

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mangoisms · 2 years ago

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in another life leah and tim would absolutely be tennis rivals. except the rivalry would be one-sided. tim would think they are acquaintances. maybe even friends. leah would foam at the mouth every time he gets brought up

#i’m so right about this. i constantly think about how they would’ve gotten together were it not for the spider stuff #one route is his makeup jobs are so atrocious she can’t help but say something #and that is something she notices/points out in their first meeting in chapter one #another route is this. but this would be like. i think. if he never became robin at 14. maybe like a no powers/no heroes au #since we only get that singular mention of tennis in the early issues of robin 1993 and it’s definitely not an extracurricular he picks up #in school because he’s busy with robin stuff #yeah. yeah. i’m so right about this. omg #arañita wip

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mugiwara-lucy · 8 months ago

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Technically 11 🤣

12 years guys.

We waited 12 years for this.

Cheers to all of us.

#one piece #nico robin #dr vegapunk #joy boy #if we get a Joy boy flashback next chapter I will LOSE MY SHIT!

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snirtles · 2 years ago

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reading assassin's quest and having to take a breather after every chapter........ i dont think the events themselves are necessarily more anxiety inducing than the previous book but fitz's emotional state is so precarious that it has ME dangling on the edge

he's all by himself in the whole wide world..... he can't cope with that and neither can i..............

#robin hobb #just finished chapter 9 now #which kind of negates my statement about anxiety inducing events bc the sneaking about the palace was HELL on my nerves #but i was taking breathers even when he wasnt actively on the monsters lair so it still stands #hoping and praying that we're now on the road to find some friendly faces yet knowing that even if we get there its probably just gonna #end up leading to even more misery #i love to have fun

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hauntingblue · 3 months ago

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ENIES LOBBY TIME!!!

Sanji's face here.... he Knows he is going to fuck him up

THAT IS SANJI??? 😨

Holding them in my hands again....

Sanji struck a nerve there akdjaoajkq

Increible trio btw.... look at the evidence

............ me next please 🙏🏻

That is love right there I can see it

What if we all killed ourselves (except usopp is telling her the opposite ajahkdhsakjd)

I need sanji to go insane like this more often.... after the timeskip it doesn't happen as much and I love to see him suffering

This is so funny.... there is no denying to her face card

"It's not like she actually wants to die" well yes she does, but no because you know she doesn't really. It is in a quantum state right now

Luffy is such a menace akdhaksjkaak

TELL EM!!!! THAT'S MY GIRL!!!!

Look at franky worrying about robin.... do not fret luffy is coming and he will NOT lose!!!!!

This is zoro remarking how usopps fear of being left behind makes no sense.... this is so good.....

This is so endearing but it also breaks my heart....

Who is that sultry binch... (I don't recall this attack AT ALL and i'm sure we never see it again)

They botched his bbl.... 😔😔😔

Luffy's face here... he was convinced she wanted to go with them but was compelled to do otherwise but no.... he thought wrong and he can't fight to her.... I've just been staring at this page for minutes like damn.

Nevermind.... this is something your mother would say "you want to die??? Just wash the dishes and you can do whatever you want later"

"If you wanna die, or whatever...." this is so good like he knows what he is doing.... he Knows.... look at her face. After knowing how luffy and ace were as kids this just makes more sense (oda didn't think about this i'm sure but damn does it fit) also the slight manipulation.... look at all of us we're already here and look how we all miss you already... you know that post about luffy being selfish but his selfishness is jusg kindness to others... yesh

Thinking about robin's cinderella lifestyle.... why did her mother leave her with that aunt and why didn't some archeologist take her in?? Because she doesn't complain about anything just like she doesn't respond when that mother accused her of hitting her child without reason... that's so fucked

Alright this is funny (and also true)... I'm sorry fellow women....

*Justin Bieber voice* I like your laugh... dereishi shishishi

SHE'S GONNA ASK HER MOM TO TAKE HER TO THE SEA WITH HER??? LIKE SHE DOES AFTER WITH LUFFY??? MY GOD!!! I just bursted into tears like I got punched in the nose I can't keep going ajdhakajk

I lied i can keep going... but head in my hands over this....

Find out how my emotional stability survives this arc in ennies lobby part 2. coming soon

#franky calling sanji brother eyebrows is too good akdbsksnsk also ily franky #captain t bone.... he got killed tecently.... i forgot who he was until now but he actually cared thats so fucked up.... cross guild come o #sanji going against cp9 by himself.... i shant say it... SLAY!!!! also the cook being mad about being pretty cause he has no individuality.#lucci talking about a little girl being born wrong and needing to die for it TO SANJI!!! OOF!!!#the frog stopped rocketman bc he thought they kidnapped kokoro just like they took tom 😭😭😭 this fucking frog always gets me #chapter 377 and franky is in the headline with the strawhats ❤️❤️ they recruit TWO thirty year olds in enies lobby ajdhaksjks #franky biting spandex head.... yeah... and he should do it more why did he stop biting heads... he got domesticated #luffy is such a menace here like damn.... he is charging thru EVERYTHING!! GET THEM BOY!!!!#also franky is so important in giving robin hope here... like she sees him fighting back no matter what and i KNOW that inspires her...#i am going to say it hina fullbody and jango have a challengers thing going on but without hina being involved physically iykwim #when in action panels the ink just becomes lines... OOF!!! CHEFS KISS!!! MWAH MWAH #completely forgot gear 2 used the shave technique.... thats so cool..... also iron body must be haki then... and finger pistol #i dont think i can do this... after this ends we got thriller bark and then marineford starts building up...#i can endure water 7 sad moments bc everything ends up well in the end but what am i gonna do with marineford.... my god #also dr clover and dr hyruluk and crocus all have smilar plant based hair designs is that bc they are doctors or just coincidence #also robins father is dead and for sure another archeologist or similar.... thats inch resting....#which also like damn olvia and dragon had to make the same choices with their children i am sure. thats so fucked. dragon backstory when #clover knew the name of the fallen kingdom (robonosuke lore??) and also olvia knew some important information the gov didnt know... ✍️✍️✍️#SAKAZUKI SHOT THE EVACUATION SHIP???? HELLO??? I DIDNT REMEMBER IT WAS HIM!! (also olvia knew where saul was)#kuzan is sick in the head... he can't bring himsef to kill child robin but he will kill her as an adult... also his beef with akainu is OLD #like no wonder she was terrified when she saw him again. he said live like a recluse or i will end you and she fucking did. THE bogeyman #there are comments saying they hate akainu and he has just appeared 😭😭 JUST FUCKING WAIT #you guys think when luffy realised robin's enemy was the world gov he also realised it was sabo's enemy too.... bc as a child he didn't kno #also pluton was made as a countermeasure for the weapon robin could reactivate... could that be the one that was used in lulusia??#bc i thought that weapon was pluton but if pluton is just blueprints.... this makes more sense... which could also mean the ancient weapons #are a countermeasure for weapons the government already has. and thats why they're hunting them down. to have no opposition #so there must be two sides of the ancient weapons bc they call pluton that but also the unnamed one that robin could activate #so is pluton a countermeasure to uranus (the one used in lulusia i think) but neptune? trios dont make sene but a trio and their opposite d #reading one piece #enies lobby

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redflagshipwriter · 26 days ago

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Ghost Driver 5

Masterpost

Chapter Five

Danny did not succeed in coaxing Robin out of his car at the cemetery. “I have a juice box,” he lied, shaking his hand inside his pocket enticingly. “You can have it if you go home.”

“I wanna stay.” Robin pressed himself against the opposite car door. His wristwatch was flashing again.

‘If I go to the other side really fast and open the door, he might fall out.’

“Let’s go already.” Jason sounded done with both of them. He had a hand on his forehead. “If we are going anywhere. There’s no point in anything.”

“That’s a bit much,” Danny muttered to himself. He heaved a great sigh at how ridiculous these Gotham people were. This place was silly.

“It’s not pointless.” Robin plastered himself to the back of Jason’s chair, bizarre in his sincerity. He peered around the headrest. “Why do you think that?”

“Dad didn’t pick me,” Jason said nonsensically, and extremely morose.

It tugged at Danny’s heartstrings. “Want my dad?” He offered. He sat back down in his seat so he could lean over and rub at the back of Jason’s neck. Jason rolled his head over towards him.

Jason sniffled.

“Your dad would pick you.” Robin leaned forward.

Jason lolled forward and put his face in both his hands.

Robin didn’t get a clue. “He loves you,” Robin pushed. He patted the back of the car seat. “Your Dad cares so much, du-“

“Back off,” Danny hissed. He gave the kid a glare. “Can’t you see you’re not helping?”

“Of course I thought that then,” Jason warbled. “I wanted my Dad to save me.”

“This is getting dark.” Danny scratched his neck nervously. They needed to change the subject. He put on an artificially bright voice. “How about we go do paperwork and a prisoner transfer!”

Jason didn’t answer. Danny turned around to see Robin.

After a long pause, Robin gave him a thumbs-up.

“Great.” Relieved, he patted Jason’s leg and then checked his seatbelt was good. “Aight, let’s go.”

“What exactly is going on?” Robin prodded.

“Uhhh…” Danny stalled for a moment as he finally contextualized how far off task he had gone. “Well, I followed a police escort to a weird militaristic asylum today.”

“Why?” Robin interrupted.

Danny gave him the stink eye in the rear view window. “Because I thought it might have been Jason who-“

He cut himself off with a cough.

Shit. He couldn’t share Jason’s personal information with the detective freakazoids. If they figured out he was the Red Hat, they’d never stop bothering him.

“You thought he would get a four police car escort?” Robin asked. He lifted an eyebrow in a way that made him look extremely punchable.

“Hell yes,” Danny said loyally. “I believe in him. He’s capable of anything.”

“Aww.” Jason genuinely sounded touched.

Robin twitched.

“Anyway, I met this freakazoid there, total creepo, found out he keeps breaking out and I punted him to the Infinite Realms but I guess I was a bit sketchy about it? So now I need to move him to a legal holding facility and get paperwork that proves the transfer to show Mr. Police guy, because he says he can’t allow kidnapping and I think that’s fair even if it’s a bummer,” Danny rambled. “In my defense, most of the time sending people to the infinite realms for being buttheads is the most appropriate course of action. When you have a hammer you see a lot of nails or whatever. Wheeee.” He accelerated to get over a police barricade.

Jason closed his eyes again. “I think imma be sick,” he said philosophically.

“You should probably rely less on false imprisonment,” Robin said in a mild tone.

Jason immediately repeated that in a mocking tone, complete with a flapping hand to imitate a mouth. “Was I really this annoying?” He mumbled. “Jeeze. Say like, golly. Gosh. Willickers.”

Robin looked extremely offended. He was deathly silent the rest of the car ride.

‘Spoke too soon,’ Danny thought, about a minute away from his destination.

“What are you doing?”

Danny ignored his shriek and hit Robin with his head to keep the little weasel from grabbing the wheel. “I know where I’m going,” he grunted, and busted through the construction barricade.

Robin braced. Danny flicked on a turn signal. Jason sort of grimaced and closed his eyes.

No one outside the car noticed or reacted to them, because of course he had gone intangible and invisible. He wasn’t a total dingus.

“It’s a long detour,” Danny justified. The car rattled angrily over potholes. He swerved to avoid an open manhole. “And we’re out.” He flicked back into visibility and eased the car to a stop outside the police station. “Just a second.”

“…What are you-“

He slammed the door on Robin and jogged up the stairs.

A young man coming down the stairs stopped and stared at him. “Hey,” he said, nodding.

Danny nodded back. Jeeze, what a handsome guy. “Hey yourself,” he said genially. “Scuze me-“

“Sorry, can I stop you for a moment?” He flashed a very white smile. “What are you here for? Maybe I can help you.”

Danny looked down to confirm that the stranger really had put a hand on his shoulder. He removed it sheepishly. “Yeah, sure,” he said. “I was gonna go ask a cop to come with me.” He rolled his shoulders.

“…I’m a cop,” said the guy.

Danny looked at him. He looked at his car. In the backseat, Robin tried to sink down out of sight. “Wanna come with me and my new friends to get some paperwork from a ghost cop?”

Handsome guy’s whole face twitched. “I sure would. Is that Robin?” He started jogging. “That sure looks like Robin!” He said, in a voice that might have been disapproving.

The door locks clicked on for some reason.

“No worries, I can fix that.” Danny plunged his hand through the window to manually depress the locks and then opened the backseat door with a flourish. “Got a cop, guys!”

Jay groaned and gave a thumbs up. He was still covering his eyes with the underside of his forearm.

The cop was standing still to stare at Jay. His face was unreadable.

“He’s got the front seat, so you’re back here with the bird, sorry.” Danny bullied the cop into his car and then flung himself carelessly back into the drivers’ seat. “Seatbelts on?”

Two clicks came from the back seat.

“I know the rules, Danny.”

“Awesome.” He gave them all a thumbs up. “Okay, uh, I am going to…” He hit the gas hard and accelerated down the streets of Gotham. Something thunked in the back seat when he took a hard turn.

“Are you leaving city limits?” the cop asked.

Danny nodded, heading towards the highway entrance. “I can’t bother Wulf to be my personal interdimensional portal guy, he’ll start to feel used. I’m gonna pop over to the cheese mansion and take vampire Vlad’s portal to the ghost zone.”

“Do we have any snacks?” The cop leaned a bit up into the front seat. “It’s just, that sounds like a pretty long trip. Are we gonna be gone all morning?”

“I’ll stop when we get to third street,” Danny promised. “Vlad is, uh.” He grimaced. “About two hours away.”

From the backseat came a sullen: “You owe me a juice box.”

“I never said that,” Danny lied. “Officer, this child is trying to rob me.”

Nevertheless, he did stop and promise to get Robin a juice box. The handsome cop guy hopped out of the car and paused weirdly outside the store.

Danny cocked his head and watched. “Are you posing for the security cameras?” He snorted. “You look like a model.” He headed in, ignoring the bemused “thanks?” that garnered. The two of them headed in while Jay malaised in the car and Robin attempted to become a dark cloud. Teenagers, man.

“I didn’t catch your name. I’m Dick, by the way.” Handsome Guy pulled open the cold door and started piling drinks into a basket. Danny edged past him on tiptoes to investigate the chip aisle.

“I’m Phantom.” He started tossing snacks over his shoulder into the basket. “Hey, do you have money? I don’t have much money. I can maybe cover, half of this.” He grimaced. “Maybe Jay would pay me back for his share, but he’s so out of it. Birds don’t carry money, right? That bird looks broke.”

“I can get it, I have a credit card.” Handsome Guy Dick snatched a bag of superhot puffed things and made his way to the check out. “Gas?” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and obviously declined a call. His phone began vibrating again immediately.

“That would be a good idea, thanks.” Danny floated behind Dick to the counter, relieved to have a higher level adult present.

They were back on the road and about halfway there before it occurred to him that he should probably warn Vlad he was coming. Danny fished around in his jacket pocket. Nothing. He frowned. “Do you see my phone?” he asked Jay.

Jay said nothing. His head was lolling forward.

“He is out of it, my guy,” Handsome Cop Dick said genially. “Is this it?” He produced Danny’s phone.

“How did that end up back there?” Danny wondered. “Thanks, guy.” He unlocked it with his left hand and started a speakerphone call. As soon as it connected, he said, “I have guests.”

Vlad cut himself off mid what would have definitely been something like, “So you, Daniel Fenton, come crawling back to me, Vladimir Vlad Plasmy Plad, you, the son of my greatest enemy and tragically disinterested love interest.” He was just like that. The guy had no sense of discretion.

“I need to take a cop, a vigilante, and a guy I wanna date into the ghost zone,” he explained. The countryside flew by outside the window in a dizzying rush of green. “I’m on my way to your place to borrow your portal.”

“...How do you get into these situations?” Vlad sounded interested, damn him. His tone dropped suggestively. “You are constantly in situations, my lad. Perhaps it is a lack of paternal guidance-”

“Probably not,” Danny interrupted cheerfully. “But I hear you loud and clear, you have an empty nest and you’re not dealing well, say no more, I’ll send over the little gremlin and the big guy, let them know you just hit up costco and you want them to stock up-”

Vlad literally hissed into the phone. “Cease and desist. Fine.” He was outright pouting.

“Oh, you sound sulky.”

“I am going to tell your father that I want photos of you in the turtle halloween costume to put on a slideshow for investors.” Vlad’s voice dropped dangerously low. “I can convince him that there is a legitimate reason. He probably will not even ask why.”

Danny winced. “Truce,” he said. “I’ll be there in like an hour, okay? Can I take a car in through the lab?”

“A car?” Vlad shrieked. He sounded weirdly offended about it.

“I didn’t know his voice could go that high,” Danny said in a quiet aside to the car. Dick nodded. His expression was unreadable. Danny lifted his volume to explain. “They’re all humans, can’t fly, also now that I think about it I need some way to move the prisoner.” He frowned. He noticed the cop went very stiff in the backseat. Hmm. Yeah. The backseat was getting pretty full.

“...You are a disaster,” Vlad said flatly. “I will provide a more appropriate vehicle. I will accompany you.”

“You sure? I’m gonna have to see Walker. He hates you, right?” Danny switched lanes to pass a slow van. “He hasn’t told me anything, but everyone hates you, so he probably also does.”

Vlad hung up.

…fair.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dead on main #red ghost driver

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