#wisteriavines

[wisteriavines]

“When the whole town only sees a monster, they don’t exactly look for the humanity.”

[wisteriavines]

Got so attached to one OC that was made for purely daydream purposes and now I'm building them their own universe to inhabit as the main character

Ever just make an OC and you think they’ll just be a one-off character but then all of the sudden, whoop. You dive into the character to understand how they handle a situation you put them in, you help them succeed, develop their personality more than you planned and you’re just attached to your little baby now so you’ve got to see them grow and flourish and make it to the happy ending they deserve?

[clockwayswrites]

Die Screaming, Live Laughing

Danny/Tim, Cyan, Wind through tree branches/Windchimes @wisteriavines @darkstarsapocalypse (I saw you before you changed that! Twins!)

cw:bar parent fentons, more temporary character death, bones

The faint, mechanical whir under his fingertips as he spins the camera lens comforts Tim. The fiddling is familiar from the years of following Bats and crime across the city. The rooftops of Gotham are an environment that he’s far more familiar with than here. Here is nothing but endless trees and leaves.

Well, somewhere here is also the campgrounds and Bernard, Ives, Steph, and Cass; but that’s far out of sight and almost out of mind. It’s easy, as he listens to the wind rustle through the trees, to feel like nothing exists but the trees and Tim and his camera.

He spins the lens again.

Ostensibly, the four of them are in these woods to find Mothman. Which would be cool! But even Tim, who proposed this whole thing, knows that it’s just an excuse for the four of them to do something away from Gotham. To do something to make actual use of their summer between high school and college.

If Tim went to college, that is.

He’d been accepted, sure, but he… he just didn’t know if he wanted to. It felt like there were more important things to be doing than college. College was sitting in a classroom and listening to someone drone on about a subject that Tim could crash course himself on with the right library access in a month. It also meant new people and new noises and maybe even a new home. None of that sounds great, really. Moving in with Bruce to Wayne Manor had been enough change, thank you very much.

Tim’s foot catches on something and he does a half step to keep his balance. He expects to see a tree root when he glances down. It’s bone instead. That’s not… unexpected. They had already seen deer in the woods, the creatures got stupidly close to the campsite. It would make sense that with the big rains the few weeks before, there could have been old remains uncovered. But there’s something…

The dirt brushes away easily from the surface of the bone and, with a little digging, Tim is able to pull it free of the earth.

This isn’t a deer bone.

Tim knows this shape.

This is human. A femur.

“You have to be careful where you’re walking out here.”

Tim stands and spins, the femur held like his staff would be.

The speaker is leaning against a tree several feet away. The golden, setting sun backlights them, making them look almost angelic with how they’re wreathed in light. They’re hard to look at.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Tim says, plastering on a nervous smile that was only half for show. How did they sneak up on him? That should have been impossible with the leaves and branches scattered across the forest floor. “Do you run into animal skeletons a lot out here?”

“Not really,” they say with a shrug before they start forward towards Tim. Their steps are silent. “I don’t really get around. And also, that’s not an animal skeleton.”

“No?” Tim’s grip on the femur tightens. “How do you know that?”

“How? Well, that’s because it’s mine!”

Tim swings.

The femur goes right through the stranger.

“Sorry! Little intense, I get it!” They back up a step and raise their arms. The dappled sunlight shines right through their hand. Shines right through them like the stranger is just made out of gossamer. “I get it, but be careful with that, please? It’s my arm! Or leg? No, leg.”

“Leg, it’s a femur,” Tim says, his mouth running without him as his brain works.

“Leg. Ancients, I miss having legs. And arms… and, well, anything solid really,” the stranger sighs. “I am sorry for scaring you. Just… it’s hard not to get a little intense when someone is holding one of my bones, you know?”

“Oh shit! That’s right, sorry,” Tim stammers as he hurries to put the femur back down on the disturbed earth. “Do you— I mean, should I rebury it? Did the rains washing away the earth, um, wake you up?”

“Kinda?” They tilt their head as they crouch down next to Tim.

It’s clear now, as they move a bit out of the light, how transparent they are. It’s like in the shadow they lose tangency. Their hair is still just as blinding, being bright white in a way that’s really beautiful. They reach out to touch the femur but stop short.

“I’m tied to my bones. It’s why they dumped them all the way out here. After they killed me, I mean, all the way killed me, I haunted the fuck out of them. And yeah, sure, they could hurt this form of me too, but I always found a way out and then it all started again. Burying my bones was the only way to get rid of me, and those fuckers didn’t even scratch me a headstone in the tree or anything. Some parents, huh?”

“Holy— yeah,” Tim says. Looking back down at the other partially exposed bones he has to swallow back a wave of sadness. “Is that a yes to covering them up?”

“Actually… I’d like you to dig them up. I’m not stupid enough to think I’ll get justice or whatever, but I’d… I’d like to be somewhere proper and under my name.”

“What is it? Your name?”

“Danny.”

“Okay, Danny,” Tim gives a little nod and starts digging. “My friends and I will get you somewhere you feel safe. I’m Tim, by the way.”

“Thank you, Tim.”

Danny doesn’t help dig. He can’t, he explains as Tim and him talk. While his bones are buried, he’s not able to interact with them or else he would have gotten them out of there a long time ago. They learn together that as soon as the bones are free and set gently aside that Danny can touch them.

Tim never thought he’d see someone so emotional over a tibia, but Tim can’t blame the guy. Tim figures he’d be emotional over his own bones too.

The big bones are the easiest. The ribs Tim is extra careful with. The fingers are weirdly like peanut shells in his hand. (He’s not going to eat pb&j for weeks now.) Danny chats the whole time, asking Tim about the world. Tim feels wholly inadequate to catch someone up like that, but when conversation turns to technology Tim settles into a rhythm.

It also lets them figure out that while Danny died just shy of nineteen, he’s apparently spent almost two decades in the ground. He still looks just shy of nineteen. He looks like he should be in the forest for the same reason that Tim is, celebrating the end of one era and the start of the next. Danny should be looking to the future, not mourning it.

It makes Tim pause when he finally unearths Danny’s skull. What would it have been like to see Danny smile? To hear him laugh without that faint echoing quality that he has as a ghost? To touch him?

“I’m sorry,” Tim says and holds out the skull. Danny’s skull.

“Thank you,” Danny whispers. His hands tremble as he reaches out towards the skull. He crumples forward before he can touch it, a sob tearing through him.

“I’ll make sure you’re somewhere nice.

“Thank you.” Danny lets out a breath he doesn’t have and sags forward the last inch. His forehead bumps against the skull.

Then he keeps going forward.

The world explodes into light.

-

“Tim?!”

“Are you sure he’s still alive?”

“You can see him breathing, Bernard.”

“Pulse.”

“Tim!”

Tim gasps awake and blinks rapidly to clear his vision. His friends and sister stand clustered above him. It has gotten dark and their flashlights are blinding.

“You okay?” Cass asks.

“Ow.”

“Yeah, he’s okay,” Steph sighs. “Hey Tim, who the fuck is that?”

“Wha—” Fuck his head hurts. Who the fuck is who?

Oh, the person laying in his arms. The person who’s solid and warm and alive.

Tim starts laughing.

“Okay, maybe a little not okay,” Steph amends.

“Is he ever?” Tim hears Ives mutter.

“Guys,” Tim interrupts them discussing his status once he can breathe again. “This? This is Danny.”

“Being alive again hurts,” Danny mumbles against Tim’s neck and Tim can’t help it, he just starts laughing again.

Being alive does hurt, but fuck if that isn’t wonderful sometimes.

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AN: So this one got away from me a little but, uh... tada? I was planing to have it all explained more, but once Danny didn't purposefully do it, that didn't fit. Basically all if his frankly absurd powers and as a ghost got jump started by his skull and Tim's lifeforce and tada? 100% pulled some from Tim's Gotham Knights character where he's an awkward little bean who is so not neurotpyical. Him and Bernard taking a vacation to hunt Mothman is from that too.

Anyways, stay delightful, darlings!

[camels-pen]

( @wisteriavines )

“Sanji!” Usopp called as he entered the galley. “What’s up, Nami said you needed...?” He trailed off as he looked around the empty room.

There was a pot simmering on the stove, chopped vegetables and herbs on a cutting board, and a steaming cup of tea on the table. 

Usopp sighed. “Out for a smoke.” He plopped himself down on a chair, sagging into it. “Ugh, all her meddling is bad for my heart.”

At least this time she waited until I was finished doing all of my weapon maintenance, he thought as he reached for the teacup, lifting it to his lips. It was her climatact though, so of course—

There was a distinctly non-tea substance touching his tongue. It wasn’t even a liquid. And it was on his tongue.

He jolted, pulling the cup away. “Who put a rock—?” 

There was a lizard. In the teacup.

It was yellow with black paws and horns, swirled lines of black scales above its eyes, and it was glaring at him.

There was smoke pouring out of its nostrils.

Usopp did what any normal person would do in that instance.

He dropped the cup and screamed.

[wisteriavines]

Your knuckles are bruised. Your shirt untucked and rumpled. There's a bruise on your jaw, throbbing in sync with your heartbeat. The adrenaline has faded by now, but you're restless. You're trembling. You want another chance to break the bastard's face.

You're waiting for a friend to pay the bail with the money you set aside for this exact situation. There was no other way this reunion could have turned out, no matter how or where it happened.

For all you saw this coming, you still ended up surprised.

"Where's my son?"

The ache from flexing your hands helps distract you; reminds you that now is a time to be calm. This incident will make things difficult; no need to make it any worse by having the officers believe you’re still a hair’s trigger away from punching someone.

It’s another half hour until you’re finally released. You’re calmer now, able to express (severely misplaced) remorse with sincerity. (The video your front porch camera has of the reunion has likely been confiscated as evidence.)

While being escorted from the holding cells to the front lobby, you catch a glimpse of your brother. He’s badly bruised; an ice pack being held against his eye and a bandage holding his broken nose together.

It’s a challenge to suppress the grin that threatens to overtake your face; to keep the deeply sated satisfaction carefully tucked away from view.

He tilts his head back, eyes roaming around. His eyes find yours. They’re angry.

But yours are furious.

He flinches away and you tuck your chin to grin.

“In the process of filing a restraining order and case against you with his parents.”

Your brother left his newborn child with you so that he could go “find himself,” whatever that meant. Lacking the resources and unable to care for a child, you had no choice but to give them up for adoption. Years later, your brother finally returns and asks where his child is.

[bibliophilicstranger]

https://www.tumblr.com/fuckyeahsuperheropowercouples/756918344883617792/wisteriavines

The smallest boy😥😇❤️

Oh, Harry!

Definitely see where he (and Lily) start gaining Gryffindorish life-philosophies in that one.

It's a sweet story. <3

[demaparbat-hp]

https://www.tumblr.com/fuckyeahsuperheropowercouples/756918344883617792/wisteriavines

The smallest boy😇🤧❤️😢

Such a cutie

[arrestomomentum91]

https://www.tumblr.com/wisteriavines/745624440376803328/hey-if-you-are-taking-prompts-heres-my-hp

poor kid 😆❤

[rose-of-the-grave]

https://www.tumblr.com/fuckyeahsuperheropowercouples/756918344883617792/wisteriavines

The smallest boy🥺😭😇

That is so cute! 🥰 Reminds me of a prompt that was sent in a while ago that I wrote for, First Day of School.

Thanks for sending that in anon!

[honeycoveredstarlight]

ITS BEEN FOUND!!!

Thanks to all you lovely folks in the comment section and @girlsaresostunning for linking the original prompt!!

Here's the full thread I was talking about:

Oh My God OK so I'm looking for a fanfic I literally can't find it anywhere and I need help PLeAsE

It's a tim-centric batfam fic where Tim's known for a while now that the batfam don't really care for him, he's estranged basically and then somehow he gets sent to another timeline/dimension where Bruce is still 8 and it's set just after his parents died. Tim is like in his 20s in this I think okay so he befriends Bruce and Alfred and becomes a sort of father figure to Bruce and a grandfather figure to the rest of the batfam when they come along. Only trouble is, tim doesn't age because his timeline progresses slower than this one so all the while tim is perpetually 20-something cause it's only been a week in his home dimension but it's been a few decades in the one he got sent to

Please I NEED this fic, if anyone can help I'll be eternally grateful. I've like scoured ao3 so at this point I'm not certain it's there, it could be a prompt on Tumblr but my memory is not the best so idk

[wisteriavines]

“You’re my kryptonite.”

“You did not just say I am so toxic to your health that me staying in your life could kill you. Is this your way of breaking up with me!?”

[clockwayswrites]

Orange, Mavis (Song Thrush), Danny/Dick

@wisteriavines cw: stitches

“You know, we do have people paid to do this,” Dick commented idly as he pushed the needle through Phantom’s skin.

“Yep.”

“People who are far better at it than me,” Dick added.

“You do fine.”

“They’ve got this great stuff to numb your skin—”

“’Wing,” Phantom said. Dick could tell from Phantom’s tone he was a hairs trigger away from actually snapping.

Dick sighed.

He wanted to push the mater. He always wanted to push the mater. To ask why did no one else seem to know that sometimes the wounds Phantom got carried over to this other side. To ask who even knew about this other side. To ask why Phantom trusted him above everyone else.

But he wouldn’t. Phantom and him were too much alike. They both kept too much buried under quips and grins and a devil may care attitude. Dick refused to be the one that broke Phantom’s carefully constructed damn keeping the real emotions back. It would happen and Dick worried sooner rather than later, but Dick refused to be the one who caused the break.

He would be there to help after though, just like he was always there to help patch Phantom up like this.

Dick sighed and pressed a fleeting kiss to the skin above the wound and went back to stitching it up. In out, in out… the rhythm of the needle brought an old song to mind, one his mother used to sing. He thought he half remembered the words…

“Luna și cu stealilii Să-ți păzească viselii Să-ți mângâie geanilii Geanilii sprânceanilii…”

Yes, he’d be there when the damn broke.

-

prompt set 3, feel free to continue this is you'd like to song link

[spooky-fm]

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DP x DC fic: Delivery Ghost

This has been consuming my brain for weeks. Based on this post by @gummybearstastelikesadness:

Danny wakes up in the new world and, not feeling responsible for its villains (unlike the ghost attacks where he is the one who turned on the portal) decides to take a break and have a vacation. As a pizza delivery person, he brings orders to the recipients within the specified timeframe, no matter what. Certain citizens of this world are suspicious when the app lets them order to a town 2 hours away from the location ... and the delivery boy is there in under 10 minutes.

If only Danny cared about their feelings.

Part 1.

Waking up sore and confused in the middle of a random field with only vague memories of last night's events wasn't that weird for Danny Fenton. He had been Amity Park's resident hero for several years and had lived through much stranger awakenings. His list started with Vlad Plasmius's spooky basement inside a cloning tube and his parents' lab strapped to the vivisection table, and ended with places like the middle of nowhere in the Ghost Zone after an ecto-storm or a hundered-year-old abandoned maze of secret tunnels under the Masons' house after a particularly exciting date with Sam. Next to those, an ordinary-looking meadow was a welcome change. Despite that, something felt not quite right, but Danny couldn't quite focus on the feeling in his drowsy state.

Careful inspection of his body revealed that he had all of his limbs attached where they should be attached and functioning as normal. Aside from mild discomfort after lying on the cold ground for a significant amount of time he was perfectly healthy, despite splotches of dried ectoplasm and blood indicating recent injuries.

Deciding that he did not care enough to remember what those splotches were from just yet, Danny shrugged and continued his inspection. He looked around the field, trying to find any clues, tracks, or signs of civilization, and, failing to locate any, he transformed into his ghost form.

The transformation was enough of a jolt to wake him up from his morning sleepiness, forcing Danny to remember the fight with an unfamilliar ghost that appeared just as he finished fixing reindeer antlers to the top of the head of his freshly-made one-foot-tall snowman made from the first snow in the season. He had been so concerned with taking the fight away from his new porch guardian that he hadn't taken it seriously enough. Between exchanging blows and trying to find out the name of the intruder into his neighbourhood, he ended up too distracted to notice that they were not alone and got blasted with a dark-purple beam from behind.

As much as he would have liked to know more, the memory tastefully faded to black and refused to provide any further details.

'Never mind the why's and how's then,' - Danny thought, unconcerned. 'Time to consider the where's and the when's.'

Having thought that, he suddenly realised what had been bothering him from the moment he woke up. He was so busy taking stock of his physical state that he forgot to question the gentle warmth of the ground he had slept on and the decidedly non-December greenery around him.

Wide-eyed, Danny quickly flew up, searching for anything that could point him towards Amity or any other nearby town.

The vegetation did not seem too different from what he was used to, so he concluded that he probably wasn't anywhere Southern enough to be this warm in December. That suggested Clockwork shenanigans, which did not fill Danny with too much confidence.

He turned invisible, picked a random direction, and flew at a leisurely speed fully intending to enjoy the idyllic weather.

A couple of hours later, he finally came across a large enough town where he decided he would not be instantly noticed in the morning crowd. He easily found the local library and got permission to use a computer from the librarian that barely glanced at him in the dimly lit lobby. He made his way towards the two ancient computers ready to learn the local date and hopefully figure out how he ended up in this situation.

Danny wasn't truly surprised when the calendar showed a date a couple months in the past according to his personal timeline. He had spent enough time (ha!) with Clockwork to not be put off by a bit of minor time-travel. What surprised him, however, was his inability to find even a single mention of Amity Park on the internet.

Familiar forums, social media account of his friends, Amity news sources, even his personal blog that he posted blurry pictures of blob ghosts to were missing. Maps, both regular and satellite, showed a familiar but slightly different landscape where his home town should have been with a completely different name written over it.

Danny stared at the monitor with unfocused eyes. If he really had travelled in time, he would have been able to find some trace of Amity, or his friends. Searching for their names gave unhelpful results, and trying to look up ghosts and ghost attacks only led him down the rabbit hole of superheroes and something called 'The Justice League' that just gave him a headache. This led to the natural conclusion that instead of a minor instance of short time-travel he got tangled in a major instance of timeline-hopping.

He shuddered a little, remembering Dan. At least it seemed that Danny didn't exist at all in this timeline, in any shape. That turned out to be a slightly disturbing thought and Danny decided to ignore it with the practiced ease of someone who was used to rolling with the punches for the sake of his mental stability.

He wondered briefly when this world and his started to differ, but his limited knowledge of human history was not enough to give him much of a hint. He figured it was at least a couple hundred years in the past, but that was the extent of his detective abilities.

------------------------

It was a relief to finally exit the stuffy library building and let the rays of sunshine fall on his face after several hours of researching the new world he found himself in. Despite failing to get any closer to the mystery of his appearance there, he didn't feel that upset at the change of scenery.

While walking leisurely along the tidy street, Danny contemplated the heroes and villains of this timeline. It seemed that the Justice League was the top dog when it came to the forces of good. He wasn't sure how to approach them without raising suspicion that a person suddenly coming into existence would certainly cause.

Suddenly, he was struck by a thought so alien to him that he stopped in his tracks and stared blankly ahead.

He didn't have to do anything!

There were no ghost attacks in the news, and thus probably no portal to the Ghost Zone. He hadn't opened a doorway between the Infinite Realms and Earth, and there was nobody who needed help that couldn't be given by any of the local heroes.

Danny realised that didn't feel any pressing need to protect this world. That little part of his core that was always anxious about Amity, about Sam and Tucker, and about the rest of the world was now blissfully quiet. Danny smiled at that, shaking his head and continuing his walk towards what seemed to be a small river.

He also began to notice the stares people around were directing at him and tried to get lost in the crowd - with little luck. It almost seemed that having drawn the attention of the locals, he was standing out as an obvious outsider.

He was starting to get annoyed at the constant attention, when he noticed his ragged sleeve and recalled that he was in fact still covered in suspiciously blood-looking greenish blots. He considered the fact that it was actually blood from his already-healed small scratches was irrelevant. 

Cursing quietly, Danny quickly turned into a shady-looking alleyway and made his escape from the public eye by going invisible.

He decided to continue on his course towards the riverside in this way, while mulling over the earlier revelation. The more he thought about it, the more he became convinced that it was a great idea to take a break and get some rest from ghostly affairs. And if he really wanted to go back, he could always find a way to open a portal into the Ghost Zone and find Clockwork. His sort-of mentor, sort-of father figure wouldn't mind helping him with a little nudge towards the right timeline, would he? Besides, the guy probably knew all about Danny's little jaunt across realities. Since there was no sign of him or his cryptic advice, it was entirely reasonable that he approved of the whole thing.

So it was decided: Danny Fenton was going on vacation.

He flipped in the air in excitement and started flying away from the town. Giggling a little at the fact that he still didn't know the name of the first town he visited in this timeline, he froze in place as something occured to him: He had no money, no possessions and didn't know where to go.

Despite not technically needing food or shelter as a ghost, he didn't want to spend his vacation hiding away under his invisibility. And what sort of vacation would it be if he had no money to spend on fun things like videogames and hot dogs?

He figured the solution was simple: He'll just have to find a job.

[chapin68]

Our #wisteria #wisteriavine is #flowering Nuestra planta de #glicinia está #floreciendo (at Gardena, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxoMsHlhGMS/?igshid=vsvgqy6rtmix

[fairweatherworks]

Wisteria in Bloom at the Japanese Friendship Garden, San Diego . . . #purple #wisteria #wisteriaflowers #violetmood #wisteriaflowers #fuji #purpleflowers #flowersofinstagram #flowersofinstagram #wisteriavine #indigo #purpleaesthetic #japaneseflowers #violetblue #lavenderblue #lavenderblues https://www.instagram.com/p/CgJIzcKsK54/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mpathe]

It hard not to be inspired by the beautiful horticultural heritage that are now relics in Wistaria Gardens. Whilst designed for the Cumberland Hospital Superintendent, around his residence Glengarriff in 1906 and completed by 1907 the Federation style Gardens are almost unique and State Heritage Listed. They have been diminishing and starved of appropriate funding, quality management and restorative renewal in recent decades and specifically in recent years whilst transfer between @newsouthwaleshealth and @parrapark has been tragically delayed. Awesomely Loved by the community the Sakura experience needs to return as a priceless Parramatta Spring celebration. Photos captured by Graham Shirley highlight the Cherry, Peach, Plum and Almond Blossoms, with Wistaria surviving on a few arbor and railings. The usually magnificent annual flower beds have been missing for three years and many other flower beds, roses and feature plants and trees have been removed since 1990s. - photos kindly supplied by @grash321 #wistaria #wisteria #wistariagardenssince1906 #cumberlandhospital #stateheritage #horticulturetherapy #springflowers #gardensofinstagram #sakura #cherryblossom #floweringpeach #dwarfplum #almondflowers #wisteriavine #afternoonlight #wideformat #atparramatta #parramatta (at Wistaria Gardens since 1906) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFl1vzvj1B4/?igshid=k5umytl86u24