A Happy Halloween To You All! SPOOK EM DOWN TO THE BONES!!!

A 1091 word vamp!Eddie, witch!Steve and werewolf!Billy one shot with ER!Mungrove and sort of meet-cute/ugly

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“I'm fine, can we just go? I'm sure there are haunted houses and shit that need dealing with,” Billy said.

More like whined, but Eddie knew he wouldn't appreciate this word.

“Stop whining,” Eddie answered, rolling his eyes.

Bu now, Billy had been not whining for three fucking days. Both because the goddamned fleas he managed to get during one of his shifts wouldn't leave him alone, and because he didn't want to go ask a witch to help deal with them.

Who on Earth got magical fucking fleas anyway. Billy couldn't explain exactly what he had been doing that night, and Eddie only came home when Billy was already soundly asleep under a mountain of blankets.

At least the nasty pests seemed to only be attracted to werewolves. Or at maybe only to alive things. But they still were a nuisance when Eddie was trying to feed from Billy in peace.

Like, it's not fun to get a bug jump in your nose during dinner.

And here they were, in a random neighborhood on a Wednesday evening, with a rough idea that a witch might live in one of the houses.

“Those are my fleas!” yelled Billy, furiously scratching his neck.

“And I live with you!”

Eddie couldn't comprehend why Billy was so adamantly against a witch visit. It was the best next thing to an actual magical vet and the fleas were clearly making him miserable.

Billy growled in response, making Eddie throw up his hands and get out of the car.

He kicked a tire. Gently.

Billy called him a slur from the car.

Eddie flipped him off.

Billy got out of the car.

“We don't even know her,” Billy whined.

“Oh poor baby, are you afraid she won't think you're cool because of your fleas?” Eddie cooed, unsympathetic.

Billy frowned and didn't answer, turning around and walking up to a one-storey house that looked to be sort of falling apart with its garden overgrown and one of the windows clearly papered over from the inside.

Or your average witch house.

It looked funny in comparison to a small mansion across the street. That one seemed to have a pool and a garden in the backyard, and a real porch and shit. Why both of those houses were in a completely normal looking suburb of otherwise identical looking perfect little family houses was unclear.

The door was opened after three rings (Billy put all of his annoyance onto pettiness) by a harassed looking tiny chick with a huge halo of curls and eyes that took up almost half of her face.

“Yes?” She asked, way angrier than her look would imply.

She somehow sounded almost like Billy, which was impressive in a way.

Billy glowered.

She glowered back, very clearly not intimidated in the slightest.

As entertaining as this standoff was, Eddie remembered that they were here on business.

“Ah yeah, we're here… for…” for fuck’s sake, this was the worst part, always.

They didn't know if this girl was actually a witch, so they couldn't ask directly, but otherwise they just looked insane. He moved his fingers in the air like sparkles falling away, trying to think of something. A quick glance at Billy told him he wasn't going to be helpful, choosing to stare at their car with a mulish expression on his face.

The girl sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Who gives this address to everyone? Jesus. You've got the wrong house, you need that one,” she pointed behind Eddie and Billy.

Turning around, they saw that she was pointing to the big house. The random mansion.

That didn't seem right.

They turned back to look at the chick.

Witches didn't live in nice places.

Billy still glowered. She didn't back down, clearly seconds away from slamming the door on them.

“Are you…” Eddie started.

“Am I sure that neither I nor my boyfriend are the witch you're looking for? Yes. My ex, however, is a witch, and he lives there. Bye.” She slammed the door.

Well, this wasn't rude at all. But Eddie was still impressed.

“This is our chance to leave,” said Billy, “a guy? That's fucked up for a witch.”

Eddie thought about it for a minute. Like, yeah, but he wasn't about to agree with the person who couldn't even deal with his fleas like an adult.

“That's sexist.”

“Hey! The job requires patience us guys aren't gifted with.”

Eddie shook his head and went across the street. Whatever. Like being a DM the way Eddie used to be before they started traveling full time didn't require the same patience.

The house was intimidating. He rang the bell.

And rang the bell.

And rang the bell.

And rang the bell.

“Maybe he's not home?” Billy half-whispered, hope clear in his eyes.

Eddie was about to agree and leave, when the door flew open, a nerdy looking kid flying by them.

“Sorry! Steve, you’ve got visitors! I'll come by in the morning! Bye!” He yelled all in one breath, mounting his bike.

When Eddie and Billy turned back from watching him go, there was a guy their age in the doorframe.

“Sorry about that. You needed something?” the guy asked, looking annoyed but clearly trying to put on his polite client-oriented mask.

For a moment, there was approximately one thought in Eddie's mind.

The guy was hot.

Eddie didn't look, but he could literally feel Billy move into his seducer pose, leaning against the frame.

“Well, hello,” he said in a voice that Eddie always thought just had to hurt his throat, but Billy insisted that being hot was worth it.

Eddie could see the guy's confusion and mild interest morph into slight skepticism where he looked over Eddie's shoulder at Billy.

“He has some sort of magic fleas, please help,” Eddie blurted, pointing at Billy with his thumb, ignoring the indignant “hey”. The prettiest brown eyes on Earth darted to him then back at Billy.

They guy nodded once, then twice.

“Oh. That's… yeah, that… I think I'll need to figure out what they really are first, and then make you something, so come on in, it'll take some time. I'm Steve, by the way,” Steve ushered them in.

And if they left in the morning only to go get groceries and come back, then who can fault them? A witch guy is a rarity, you've got to hold onto them.

Especially one that ends up having an address of an actual magical vet and is willing to make the drive with you.

Because of a bet... - chapter 2 -

Greetings my cubs! X3 Here you go with the second chapter of the story I really hope you like this one as well^^ and thanks again to @skaisummers (you will see this credit in every chapter), for beeing the co-writer here!! 😊😍 This chapter is from Ohm's perspective agai, but there for are the next two chapter from Bryce's perspective....°)~° ...you will see the pattern... But for now- ~ ~ enjoy 😄 --------------------------------------- Cartoonz and Delirious left, leaving just me and Bryce. "So, Bryce about earlier..." I ask directly after our stream. "Earlier?" Bryce asks puzzled. "You know... the sexual innuendos?" "Oh, that! Yeah, that was pretty funny!" "Yeah, it was! But, seriously does it bother you?" I hold my breath in suspense wanting to hear his answer. I really want to know if Bryce is bothered by it. I want to flirt with him, not make him hate me. And honestly? I'll hate myself if I drive him away. "What? Oh no! I'm fine with it!" Bryce exclaims naturally with his trademark giggle. What? Really? "Really?" I ask confused. "Yeah! I mean sometimes it goes a bit overboard, but our viewers seem to love it, so why not? Besides, it's all in good fun! I know it's just us joking around!" Bryce says. Oh, Bryce if only you knew... "Oh, Brycie! How could you say that? You really know how to break a man's heart!" I say half jokingly, half truthfully. Bryce laughs, taking my overenthusiasm as an honest attempt at humor. "I don't know man! I'm just a natural-born heartbreaker! It's not my fault if you fall for me!" Bryce jokes. "Well, it's not my fault either. You're just too damn sexy! Do you expect me to just turn my eye's away?~" I say with a laugh. "Yes! Yes, I do!" Bryce says and then giggles again. "Okay! Man! This fake flirting is freaking hilarious!" "How do you know it's fake?" I ask with a flirtatious tone. "Oh please, Ohm! We both know you'd never actually try to hit on me. Besides, I'm straight." Bryce laughs. "Oh? You never know. One day I just might get that bootie Brycie~" I say in a teasing manner. Though, I'm actually quite serious. "Okay... I think I'm going to end the flirting here!" Bryce laughs. I want to continue, but I can tell Bryce is getting a bit uncomfortable, so I decide to wrap up the banter. "Too much of my sexiness for you to handle, huh? Alright, Bryce. I'll save it for another night~" "Oh my God, Ohm. Stop!" Bryce yells halfheartedly. We laugh for a bit, when Bryce decides to start up a new conversation. "Hey Ohm?" Bryce asks. "Yeah Brycie?" I respond. I can practically hear Bryce rolling his eyes at the nickname. "You're my best friend you know that? I don't think I could picture my life without you being a part of it. " He says with sincerity. My heart stops at that moment. As this moment, I feel truly conflicted. On one hand, I know Bryce honestly appreciates me in his life. On the other hand, I think I just became even more friend-zoned. But, instead of a joke, I answer honestly. "Yeah... I know. I feel the same way." I reply. And I absolutely mean it. Just not in the way he thinks. "Also, if it makes you happy to fake flirt with me, then I don't mind. Plus, I get to hear nice things from your channel sometimes! It's nice, you know?" Bryce states. Oh right! Those fucking hate comments! "I just don't get it? How could someone say that your laughter is annoying or that you've got a fake personality?! You're one of the most sincere people I know!" Sadly, that's the majority. Which is messed up, because Bryce is such an angel! An adorable, sexy, naive, intelligent angel! He has the most beautiful blue eyes, a perfect Colgate smile and the most melodic voice I have ever heard. His laughter is... fuck! His laughter is enough to get my blood pumping. In more ways than one... Okay! Not the time! "I don't know. People are just haters. But, sometimes it's hard to ignore, you know?" Bryce replies seeming less vibrant than usual. Fuck! Bryce is really letting this get to him. I gotta' say something... "Yeah. But, you can't pay attention to them. They're just jealous because you're kind, perfect, and intelligent. You're amazing! They wish they could be half as beautiful as you!" I freeze as I realize what I just said. Shit! That came out a bit strong. I hope Bryce doesn't get freaked out. ".... Wow, Ohm. That's the nicest thing I've ever heard anyone tell me..." He says quietly. Wait... Isn't Bryce weirded out? "Well, it's the truth. So, don't pay any mind to them." I restate in an equally quiet voice. There's an awkward silence on the other side of the line. Shit! I think I might have fucked up! "Bryce, I-" "I'm pretty tired. I think I'm gonna go to bed a bit early. I'll talk to you in the next group stream." "Bryce-" "Bye Ohm!" Bryce says quickly and then gets offline. I sit motionlessly at my computer screen staring blankly at my monitor, as I try to come to terms with what just happened. "Fuck!" I yell and slam my head on my desk with a hard thud. Sometimes, I really hate myself...

Latino people are refusing to be generalized by Donald Trump or anyone else.

Yep. No wonder they uhh.... Respect him \(⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

FanArt for the incredible @ectoplasmranch for her fanfiction that just immediately ropped me in and I can't stop reading! (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

Like if I had to count everything that I enjoy, from plot building to character development, the slow burn, the wording, the pacing, just- I would start a whole chapter long rant lol

(for full effect: turn brightness up)

Edit: okay, I hate how Tumblr just worsened the quality... x~x

Small Lab Accident

~ Parksborn2017 one-shot, by: @magickizu (me)~

"Hey Pete, what's up?-"

"I.. I need help..now...", Harry was immediately on edge, as he heard his best friend and secret crush, speaking quietly from the other side of the phone.

"Where are you." Any other questions have to wait, if Peter Parker asks for help, it's more than serious.

"I'm in my Lab, at Horizon. Just- please hurry...?"

"I'll be there in five." With that the raven hung up and grabbed his glider, it'll be the fastest. Yes, his best friend knows that Harry is the Goblin, as well as he knows that the other is the Spiderman- just another reason to worry! If spiderman asks for help, instead of doing a solo trip- it's a deadly threat to the whole of new york or even more. Even though it was sorta weird... Harry could have sworn it sounded a little like a whine?

It's already late enough for the sun to set, and of course only Petey-boy is in school. All the better, no one saw Harry get there so fast. He hammered on the locked door.

"Pete! What happened!?" The door opens and the young Osborn stumbles as he rushes in, scanning the room to find... nothing. Well, except Peter that is, who's sitting at his desk with his hood up. Then the door closes.

"...promise you won't laugh..."

"wha-... What's going on-"

"Just promise, okay!?" Harry staggered a bit. was... Was that growling?!? Harry nods, still a bit red in the face from the speed he came in with. In return, Peter also nods and then takes his hood off...

"It's really, very embarrassing. I had a little accident- just don't!" The brunette pouts, as he already sees his best friend, and also secret crush, beginning to smirk. He sighs in relief and even huffs a little chuckle. It doesn't help the fact that Peter's fluffy new uhhh... Appendages? Are tugged tightly to his body, while his whole face grows bright red in absolute embarrassment. "Aaahhrg!! It was a mistake to call you! I'm sorry...", the puppy hid in his arms, crossed on his desk. He WISHES he could just sink into the ground... Well, technically maybe not the ground, since this isn't the ground floor. So how could that even work? Where does this saying even come from? From sinkholes? Must be, since the hypothetical state of super liquid was only hypothetically found later on...or did it-

-"Damn, Peter... You really had me worried for a moment there. You okay, aside that?" Harry leans against the desk, standing next to the other, who simply nods once still hidden in arms. Slowly he calms himself down, from the thoughts of what would happen if super liquid Peter would seep into the floor. "...you know, they're not that bad?? I mean, I think- ONE MIgHt think, one, that it's... -How did it happen anyway?" The raven tries to change the topic, as he feels the heat sneak onto his face of nearly admitting to finding his best friend cute. Oh boy... Harry definitely deserves a medal for surviving this evening. Especially now: the still embarrassed, but less red, pouting puppy slowly comes out of his hoodie-fortress of solitude and, god bless, his fluffy tail's slightly wagging from the implied praise. This is way too adorable, that Harry would have ever forgiven him, if it wasn't him he called first. Never ever.

"I...I took a sample of the goo, last time one of those human-animal hybrids led us to an outpost... Since there's been an uprising of those incidents lately and the composition is different from Warren's work. These guys must've based it on his work, but complicated it to make it more efficient- the core structure is at least similar enough to believe so..." He comes out more, his tail wagging casually from his little nerdy tirade, the raven could only smile at that. What a dork... His dork. "ANYWAY!!- What I meant to say is, I just managed to break it down a little, which is why these symptoms are so small apparently..."

"Okay, that explains... your situation. Did you find out anything else?"

"Uhhh.... Yes, actually! There has to be direct skin contact with the goo, for an "infection" to start and according to my calculations, these symptoms should seize after a couple hours, due to my simplifications... But I just CAN'T go home like this!! What would aunt May say!?-" Peter drifts into a little panic, but Harry on the other hand can't really concentrate on anything other than his crush looking freaking adorable. He can't get it off his mind, most definitely not, when he gets reminded with a flick of an ear, nor by their constant bouncing when the brunett gestures wildly again.

"Hey, Pete. May I.. try something?" Said person cocks his head slightly to the side, like the curious puppy he currently is and nods. And he swears- if this was an anime and not real life, he'd be in the ground already. Here lies Harry Theopolis Osborn, died of blood loss from constant nose bleeding.

He slowly reaches over to him, carefully beginning to pet the other. At first the puppy is a bit sceptical, when slowly and gradually he starts enjoying it. His tail is fully wagging, he's leaning forward and further into the other's touch. Literally, best feeling ever right now.

While Harry just can't anymore. Not only does he demand a platinum medal, a gigantic feast and ceremony, as well as a city key when this is over, for an outstanding amount of self control! He is so lost in thoughts, he doesn't realise that he stops petting, until some small whimpering breaks him free. Peter looks up at Harry with his big, green, sparkling eyes and droopy ears.

"..why did you stop..?" It really took every last ounce, drop and smudge of self restraint, not to kiss and pounce him. But instead Harry took a deep breath, couldn't help but smile and kept petting. Sure, he loves Peter, with the whole of his heart. ...which is exactly why he won't try anything that might just scare him away. Harry wouldn't know what to do, if he'd lose him in any way. So he just keeps quiet for now. His thoughts start spinning again, as Peter fully enjoys this simple touch of affection and closeness. Very quietly, the raven mumbles something under his breath:

"...you're my adorable dork..."

"Your Violence is just a silent cry for love "

Yo hello

Here's a little character analysis of Billy Hargrove and a song analysis of a German song from the 80s-90s because I've only been listening to the 80s for days thanks to my Stranger Things hyper fixation and I think the song fits Billy Hargrove really damn well. Oh also I am from germany too lol

The song is called "Schrei nach liebe" by the German punk rock band "die Ärzte". The band is one of the most famous German bands and I'm honest Billy would definitely have listened to them. Also they was very popular in the 80s and the 90s.

The song is about a fascist and is actually just a criticism of fascism and right-wing extremism. At least that's the core message of the song. However, if you analyse and interpret the lyrics more (one of my favourite hobbies lol) the song is about a person acting aggressively, behaving like an asshole because the person has never experienced love in their life and this aggression is actually just a "silent cry for love."

I even took the trouble to translate the lyrics for you. (In general, the music of the Ärzte is really great. I just don't know if it's for someone who doesn't speak German xD)

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https://youtu.be/arYpKveHrq8?si=fVOrAMqiHrTdO4PC

(For everyone who want to hear the song. Very good rock song btw :D)

"Lyrics" /translation (explanation)

[Verse 1]

"Du bist wirklich saudumm" /you're really damn stupid

"Darum gehts dir gut" /That's why you feel fine

"Hass ist deine Attitüde" /Hatred is your attitude

"Ständig kocht dein Blut" /Your blood boils constantly

"Alles muss man dir erklären, weil du wirklich gar nichts weiß / Everything has to be explained to you, because you really don't know anything

"Höchstwahrscheinlich nicht einmal, was Attitüde heißt"/ Most likely not even, what attitude means

[Chorus]

"Deine Gewalt ist nur ein stummer Schrei nach Liebe" /Your violence is just a silent cry for love

"Deine Springerstiefel sehnen sich nach zärtlichkeit" /Your combat boots yearn for endearment (combat boots were clothings for a typical neo n@zi in the 80s.)

"Du hast nie gelernt dich zu artikulieren " /You never learned to articulate yourself

"Und deine Eltern hatten niemals für dich Zeit."/ And your parents never had time for you

"Oh oh oh Arschloch!" /Oh oh oh Asshole!

[Verse 2]

"Warum hast du Angst vorm streicheln?" /Why are you afraid of fondling?

"Was soll all der Terz ?" / What's all that fuss about?

"Unterm Lorbeerkranz mit Eicheln" /Under the laurel wreath with acorns

"Weiß ich schlägt ein Herz" /I know your heart beats

"Und Romantik ist für dich" /And romance is for you

"Nicht bloß graue Theorie" /More than mere theory

"Zwischen Störkraft und den Onkelz" /Between Störkraft and the Onkelz (also two famous Rock Bands from the 80s known as right wing extremism bands. )

"Steht ne Kuschelrock LP"/ There's a Kuschelrock LP (Kuschelrock/ cuddle rock. Soft rock basically)

[Chorus]

"Deine Gewalt ist nur ein stummer Schrei nach Liebe" /Your violence is just a silent cry for love

"Deine Springerstiefel sehnen sich nach zärtlichkeit" /Your combat boots yearn for endearment

Du hast nie gelernt dich zu artikulieren " /You never learned to articulate yourself

"Und deine Eltern hatten niemals für dich Zeit."/ And your parents never had time for you

"Oh oh oh Arschloch!" /Oh oh oh Asshole!

[Verse 3]

"Weil du Probleme hast die keinen Interessieren" /Because you have problems that nobody cares about

"Weil du schiss vorm Schmusen hast, bist du ein faschist" /Because you're shit-scared of cuddling, you're a fascist

"Du musst deinen Selbsthass nicht auf andere projizieren /You don't have to project your self-hatred onto others

"Damit keiner merkt was für ein lieber Kerl du bist" /So that no one notices what a kind guy you are

[Chorus]

"Deine Gewalt ist nur ein stummer Schrei nach Liebe" /Your violence is just a silent cry for love

"Deine Springerstiefel sehnen sich nach zärtlichkeit" /Your combat boots yearn for endearment

Du hast nie gelernt dich artizukulieren " /You never learned to articulate yourself

"Und deine Freundin die hat niemals für dich Zeit." /And your girlfriend never has time for you

Oh oh oh Arschloch Arschloch Arschloch /oh oh oh Asshole Asshole Asshole

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Billy is portrayed in the series as the cliché asshole from the 80s. He's sexist, racist and has no respect. He was shitty to Max yada yada yada... but in truth Billy is just a character who hasn't experienced love. The only love he got was from his mum who left him when he was a kid. Now he lives with his abusive father and gets to listen to how shit Billy is day in and day out. Not a great feeling. He's built walls around himself to protect himself from it all. He's a tough guy and plays the asshole so that he can't be hurt any further. Dacre Montgomery (Billy's actor) said himself that Billy is a sensitive guy. Especially in season 3, we got to see a very different side of Billy. A vulnerable side. He hurts to stop being hurt, but really he just wants to be loved

"your violence is just a silent cry for love"

The 3rd verse in particular suits Billy very well.

"Because you have problems that nobody cares about"

It's true. Nobody in this series really cares how Billy is doing. His stepmother Susan just watches while his own father beats him. On the one hand understandable because Billy is not her biological son but on the other hand really not nice of her. And Max... ohhh Maxine Maxine.

Max and Billy's relationship is complicated. Neither of them obviously want the situation they are in at the moment. Billy never wanted a sister. Max never wanted a big brother. Yet they both care about each other. The worry when Max ran away in episode 8 season 2 was real. Especially when Billy saw that Max was alone with 3 boys and a much older one. Billy had a point during the whole confrontation with Steve. Everyone was supposed to be on Billy's side because he was right. This also brings up the theme of the song again. Billy acted with violence because that's the only way he knows. Because that's the way he was treated by his father and those around him. He could have tried to talk, but he didn't, because violence is the only language he knows.

"You don't have to project your self-hatred onto others so that no one realises what a kind guy you are."

Billy hates himself. That is obvious. He's not good enough for his father's love. He never will be. He will never be able to show enough respect and responsibility because everything he does is not good enough. People who are not happy with themselves very often project this self-hatred onto others and take out their anger and frustration on others.

I would also like to come back to the fight between him and Steve. The anger Billy showed was not directed at Steve. Before Billy turned up at the Byers', his father was shouting at him and hitting him. You saw the fear in Billy's eyes. He was crying afterwards. And then the fact that he had to cancel his date, which he was really looking forward to. And all because his sister didn't listen. She just did what she wanted without considering the consequences. That is disrespectful to her brother and she shows no responsibility.

What did Neil say to Billy in the scene? What should he have ? That's right. Respect and responsibility. He should always be respectful and responsible. And Max? She can do whatever she wants because she doesn't get punished. That's unfair. Another factor why he was angry in that scene. What happened with Steve just make the camel overflow and Steve got this pent-up anger. Of course what Billy did is not cool and what I've written here is no excuse... but Billy is always shown in the show as the bad guy and the asshole. A real monster even. Which is just complete bullshit. Billy is just a teenager who was mistreated by his father for years, never experienced love and therefore doesn't know what it is. This hatred and this anger are a cry for help. A silent cry for love.

And what I wanted to say again about the whole "Billy is a racist" thing. Yes, the Duffer brothers have confirmed that he is a racist, but they have also said that Billy is pure evil. If Dacre hadn't insisted that scene with Neil exist, then Billy would just be an asshole for no reason. In my opinion, Billy is not racist. Neil does. Billy got the idea from his father that non-white people are bad. If Neil had seen Max hanging out with a black boy, he would have freaked out. In the worst case scenario, she would also have become a victim of Neil's violence. Billy wanted to prevent that. She shouldn't suffer from Neil like he did. So he told Lucas to stay away from her. So neutralize the danger. Of course Lucas isn't a danger because he's a damn child, but he would have been dangerous if Neil had found out. Why didn't Billy just talk to Lucas? That was due to the situation. The pent up anger and all that...I've already explained it above.

I just think it's a shame that many people don't look behind Billy's hard facade. He is a complex character with far too little screen time. He did have his "redemption arc" by sacrificing himself for the children but... let's be honest, no one was really grateful to him for it. Nobody except Max and El gave a damn about him. Billy was just a teenager who was in the wrong place at the wrong time in Season 3. The Duffer brothers wanted the audience to dislike him. They should degrade him to an asshole by hook or by crook. No villain should be evil simply because they are evil.

Billy is just a misunderstood teenager who deserves better than what the Duffer brothers did to him. I would have really liked to see him in season 4.

RIP Billy ❤️

Thank you for your attention

Max, slamming the Ouija board down on her bedroom floor: Listen up, asshole; I come bearing gifts. 

Billy/Planchet: W H A T  I S  I T?

Max, pulling several polaroids out of her hoodie pocket and setting them on the floor: Steve took his shirt off at the pool and El took a bunch of sneaky pictures. I snagged a few of the good ones while she was busy. You’re so fucking welcome. 

Billy/Planchet: B E S T   S I S T E R   E V E R!

Max: I know. 

Billy/Planchet: N O W  G O  A W A Y

Max: What, why? There was swimsuit clingage, dude. Don’t you want the rest of the details? 

Billy/Planchet: N O  I  W A N T  S O M E  P R I V A C Y

Max, flipping the board over and gagging: Oh, gross! Ugh, you’re so nasty. Jesus fuck, Billy, even in the afterlife? That’s so- ewwwww. 

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Phantom Contingency Plan

Crossover dp x dc, with hinted dead on main. So I've got this little time line I have in mind for my own crossover AU and this is a snippet of it. Will post more of it; might make a master post too at some point. For now, the prompt:

After something happened and the Phantom-Squad (Danny, Ellie, Dan and Jazz) had to reveal themselves to the batfam, Bruce calls up Danny and tells him, now that he thought about it and in the least offensive way possible: how likely is it for the Phan-Squad to "go rogue". Danny is silent, a thought filled, contemplating silence. "... I'll come by the cave tomorrow eve at 8pm."

P.s.: sorry if the batfam becomes too much ooc, I grew up a marvel-child and just recently became invested into dc. pwq

"This is absolutely ridiculous, B!" Jason, in full Red Hood get up, was leaning against a support beam. He just can't sit right now. This idiot really just straight up decided to go and ask Danny for their weak points! Instead of going the normal route of collecting information, to expand the contingency plan alone- like it was supposed to be!

"As if any of them, who's very core is actively making them protect, save and help- literally!!- would just go against it and harm themselves with it." Why Hood was this adamant, about the Nightingales? Okay, yeah, maybe it does have something to do with him crushing on Danny, the moment he made the pits fall silent for the first time... But why the hell would he ever say that out loud!?

"It may be in their instinct, but you can never be sure what happens when that person breaks." Nightwing, who leaned on a nearby table. He talks calmly, but stern. His expression shows the hint of unease even he feels; the Nightingales have come to Gotham in an attempt to flee from someone. Someone who's set on hunting them down and hurting them, they're basically refugees. It doesn't seem 100% right, definitely. But the "what if"s are too big of a risk, none of them got any idea of what they're truly capable of.

"Bullshit..." Hood crosses his arms, looking away. His helmet is off, just the domino, so his muttering comes out as just that.

"Hood, please. Nightwing is right. As much as they want to help, you know it's for the best. Not even Constantine could think of something." Barbara sat next to Batman, as she turned to face the boys.

"Wait, what?? You can't be serious! Even Gandalf the Blond didn't know??" Nightwing looks at her incredulous. The redhead shook her head, but a slim smirk formed on her lips from the nickname.

"That doesn't excuse anything-" Hood got cut off by the notification that someone was coming in through the tunnel.

For the first time since the others came in, Batman moved from his seat at the batcomputer. He turned towards the tunnel entrance, where the roaring of a motorcycle can be heard. While Barbara and Nightwing seemed surprised, Hood could somehow, probably through his now healing core, sense it was Danny- which in turn just sent his head reeling a bit and his heart fluttering a little. Batman just checked the clock; the moment Danny brought his bike to a halt, next to Jason's, it was exactly 8:00pm, as promised. The ghost king really does keep his word, that's good to know.

Danny wasn't wearing any padding: no sturdy jeans, no leather jacket, just his usual get up and the black helmet with neon green accents. Crazy dangerous for a normal living person, but what could possibly happen? He's already dead, plus more sturdy anyway and untouchable when he wants to. Plus he's got the heightened reflexes, to use his abilities timely. ...which honestly just made his entrance, like- Wham!

Nightwing whistled impressed, "Damn dude, you're making little wing real competition, looking all cool and serious like that." He smiles, still impressed. Barbara just gave him a look that said, to keep his mind focused. In turn Nightwing answered with a look that asked, why it's only him and to look at Hood. Who in all fairness just was completely entranced by his crush looking extremely awesome, which made him incredibly hot. Well, at least until-

"Jay, stand back." Danny said, well... more like softly commanded, right as he took his helmet off, hanging it onto the handlebars. Said vigilanty did as he was told, without questioning. If it could harm Danny, it will harm him.

"Thank you, for not only your understanding, but your quick response, as well as trust to not misuse this. We really appreciate it." The Bat said in his low, serious tone. Danny nodded, giving him a similar facial expression.

"And thank you, for appreciating the afford." He grabbed two silver suitcases: one was flatter and the other looked more like a box. The moment he stepped closer to the table Nightwing was sitting on and where Hood was still standing, albeit a little off now, Hood became a little paler and suddenly feeling a bit weaker and uncomfortable. As if something underneath his skin began itching, somewhere inside. Danny's gaze shot towards him immediately, after setting them both down.

"You okay?" He asked, the concern visible in his eyes. The man's feet took him over towards Hood, the moment he was approximately 2 meters away, Danny shook and rubbed his arm. Probably to stop the same feeling Hood felt.

"I'm- ...yeah. I can handle, just uncomfortable." He chose to be honest, knowing, hearing and feeling the concern emanating from his core. But he nods, then stands himself next to the taller man.

Meanwhile Batman, Barbara and Nightwing stood themselves around the table in a half circle around the suitcases.

"The thicker case is filled with blood blossoms. Do not open that one, unless it's happening. These flowers have anti-spectral properties, they not only harm us, can occasionally break haunts and ghostly curses, they can and will kill ghosts and ghost-adjacent beings through exposure alone. Especially in that quantity." He begins to explain and Jason shifts slightly, shuffling one step away, trying not to make it obvious. Nightwing and Barbara look on in shock, even Batman has to take a deep breath.

"But aren't they just a fairytale? Constantine had mentioned them, but also said that they come from old folklore. Medieval times, when Christianity wasn't even that known. And aren't they supposed to have anti-supernatural properties?" Barbara questioned and it's true. John told Batman about them, but added that he didn't exactly know if it wasn't just some old folklore and not to put his bets on it. He knew of the infinite realms, sure. But Ghosts explicitly? Not that much..

Danny nodded. "They are as old as humanity and they have been used in countless traps and banishment rituals. It's just that..." He grabs his neck, thinking of which words to use and letting his usual self finally slip through. He's been practicing explaining things, this definitely put it to the test. "Hmmm... Okay, uhm... It was said that they have anti-supernatural properties, because quite a few ghosts were mistaken as other supernatural creatures. For example... Yetis!" He snapped his fingers, smiling proudly to himself, that he came up with it that fast.

"Yetis...?" Nightwing asked completely flabbergasted. "Pfff... Bigfoot also a ghost? Ow-" He couldn't help himself, but got a slap on his arm from Barbs, who glarred daggers at him.

"Yes and no, Bigfoot is actually a spirit of sorts, but not really. He just wants to be left alone, man. And yes, Yetis. They are ghosts of the far frozen and spirits of ice, the cold and healing. Because they're technically ghosts, they'd be affected, but they don't exactly look like your conventional, stereotypical ghost. So people just forgot about them due to monotheistic religions, because instead of blaming vengeful, violent and malevolent spirits, they became demons. Which lasted not that long after exorcisms and prayers became a thing." Danny explained.

"I see... So that's why Constantine didn't know for sure." Batman nodded. Hood got a stool and sat down a little further away- was this what kryptonite felt like to the supers? He made a mental note to never tease them about it again... In the back of his mind and in his chest, he can hear- no... Sense a chirping. It's Danny sensing Hood's tense unease. The smaller ones core calling out, //it's okay//will protect//save//. It did help a bit though and Hood's grateful for that.

"And this one?" Nightwing pointed at the slimmer suitcase, intrigued now.

"Those are regular ecto-blasters. They just shoot ecto infused lasers- completely harmless to anything living. The only thing it does is to inconvenience or harm a ghost, but they're mostly non-lethal." Batman nodded again, opening the case and inspecting the guns. "If you need more, just say so. I used to use them constantly, so I still got quite a few on the shelf." He crosses his arms, for comfort. But Hood's attention was drawn more to the 'used to use them'. Danny wheelded harmful 'mostly non-lethal' weapons for a while, so that also implies that he knows how to turn them lethal... Why?

"If that is possible, I would be most grateful." Batman said, holding eye contact with Danny, who in turn nodded.

"I'll drop them off tomorrow, then. You'll need to recharge them with both electricity and ectoplasm. Don't ever let them run low, tho or it will back fire on you. Not pretty. When you aim to stun: hit wherever besides the chest, it regenerates. But when you aim to harm and injure: aim for the core. It's, you guessed it, in the middle of the chest. Even if ghosts can regenerate, just empty the thing and keep firing; the amount of ecto we lose, is too much to heal against. Especially because we need said ecto to heal in the first place. And don't be surprised: ghosts melt. We don't turn to ashes, get sucked away to who knows. We melt into ecto." Danny answered almost immediately, stunning the birds and Oracle. But the bat only nodded, containing his own curiosity, as he closed the case and readied them to carry away.

- - - - -

"Danny! Talk?" He turns his head towards Hood; both sit on their bikes, standing next to each other. The traffic light glowing red, when the taller man calls. Then after a few seconds of silence, Danny looks around and motions for Hood to follow.

After some more explanations in the cave, on how to most effectively use each weapon and tool against his very own life and leaving the two birds as well as Oracle stunned silent, Hood decided to ride along. Since he has to go in that direction anyway, might as well ride with Danny and spend more time. As the light turns green, Danny nods and leads the way. After another 10-15 minutes of silent driving they get to a quiet viewpoint in a more abandoned area of the neighborhood. They come to a halt and the taller is the first to speak,

"Just... Just out of curiosity. How come or well, why were you so, I wouldn't say eager but, so... fast to respond? Not even the League members reacted this... How to put it, ready? Collected? Hell knows, they didn't nerd out about their weaknesses. So-"

"Jay, tell me: how much do you trust yourself?" The smaller man takes off his helmet and hangs it up on the handlebars again. Hood sighs and does similar, leaving only his domino mask on, as he leans against the railing, next to his king. He shrugs.

"I guess... talking about confidence in my skills and how to use them? Yes. Yes, I do." But the electric blues only look over the city skylines, he nods.

"No, I mean in yourself." So naturally Jayson's breath hitches, when these eyes suddenly stared into his. "Your ability to control your emotions, when the worst happens and push comes to shove." He takes a deep breath, his gaze flicking from the other up to the sky. Surprisingly it's a clear view of the stars. And again Jason decides that a) this man has so many more secrets, than he already thought and b) it just adds to his enchanting mystique and liminal beauty. Oh damn, he fell hard and deep.

"I mean... The pit-rages stopped, when we began training, but..." That's when realisation hit him. "...I don't know. No."

"...and I do know, that I won't." Jason looks at Danny almost immediately. His small, growing and healing core rumbling with //confused//what?//. Danny sighs heavily: "the last time it happened, I developed new powers again and apparently declared war to the conspiratorial wing of the government, leaving nothing but death, destruction and a crater the size of Wayne Manor's property line behind. I wasn't even at full health. I've also seen what happens, when I let my anger win and that was from a point where I was about 10 years weaker than I am today. It was a wasteland of a world, didn't even see the justice league there, so..." Danny's hands slip from the railing to hug himself, Jason just stares stunned and in shock, trying to buffer the words and sounds the other one makes. Said one smiles weakly his gaze never leaves the stars, as if they're giving him some form of comfort or answers only he can read. "...emotions are more than natural for ghosts, we're literally made by them. The will to survive, the need to protect and help or ... The boiling rage to avenge." He finally gave Jason a small glance and encouraging smile. "Really it's only natural. But that's also why I'm so hellbend on teaching you to control yourself. The more your core heals,..." He reaches out touching Jason's chest and his heart skips a beat. Gods he hopes the other doesn't notice, but he doesn't react so that's good? "The more you will feel and the harder it becomes to regulate. But... I got the feeling, you'll manage." He smiles and pats Jason's chest, then he turns back to the stars. His smile slowly fading. "...but if things happen, that'll make me lose it for good? I'd prefer to be taken out clean before another 'reign of terror' Happens."

They're silent, Jason has to process what he just heard. Danny more so as it still looks like he's listening to the stars sing, however that's possible. But hey, that's the Nightingale's ever since they showed up: anything but normal. The bigger one finally huffs, "So... You're really a big f*cking fish, huh... Your siblings that powerful too?" The other shrugs, yes and no. "Damn... Well, I definitely hope that it'll never happen. ...would absolutely suck to lose you." He glances at the other, just barely to try and get a sneak peak at him. But Danny just smiles softly, eyes closed. That's when Jason can sense the chirping from Danny's core again, //appreciate//you too//love//.

...wait. Wait, hold on!-

"Welp, was nice but I gotta go now. Jazz is probably done with dinner by now and they're waiting for me." The smaller turns to walk towards his bike, patting Jason on the shoulder and back again. "I'll see around, Red Guy. You know where to find me." He winks cheeky and puts on his helmet and like a phantom into the night, is gone. Jason still stands there...

Did he... Did he really just understand... Love? No, wait again! Danny and his siblings too always say, that ghosts are very sensitive to emotions and can read them off of- ...

...did Danny knew from the very beginning...?