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bwoahtastic · 6 months

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You wanted cute things, so here I am!

- Seb and Nicky get into momma's makeup and paint their faces with it. They look a bit like drunk clowns but they're so sweet and so proud that Toto and Nico just laugh

- the whole family go on a trip to an art gallery. Nicky adores the art so Toto lifts him up so he can see each one properly and explains the stories behind them. Meanwhile Seb drags Nico from room to room looking for the goriest paintings

- Nico does his triathlon, and toto takes Seb and Nicky to cheer him on with Kimi (and maybe Tonio). They make glittery signs to encourage him, and cheer as he crosses the finish line. Nicky hands Nico and Jenson little paper medals that they wear next to their actual medals. Afterwards, Nico invites Jenson to dinner with them and Jenson spends the entire time flirting outrageously with Kimi (and Tonio if he's there)

- Seb is fascinated by checo and the Pallas kittens next door. When he sees them standing on their tails for warmth he wants to try, but ends up hurting himself or tripping over every time until checo finally teaches him to do it properly

- Kimi babysits when Toto and Nico go out for dinner or to one of Toto's work events, and they end up turning the living room into a giant pillow fort. They use all the sheets, blankets and pillows in the house, and mousy brings all of his stuffies, some crayons and a jar of Nutella down into the nest. Seb insists that he's much more grown up, which is why he's brought only two stuffies, plus his race cars and a story book into the nest. When Nico and Toto get back, they find the pups climbing all over Kimi, and instead of taking the fort down, they climb into the nest

- Seb, Dan, and Britta playing on the swings at the park and trying to see who can go the highest. Dan goes really high but falls and breaks his hand. Seb is really scared and wants to cry but doesn't because he wants to be tough for Danny. Dan goes to the hospital and gets a cast which means he can't play as much. Seb and Britta immediately change their games so that he can, and Dan even lets them draw on his cast

PLS ANON I LOVE YOU

- nicky finding Nico's pretty makeup and taking it to seb! He really wants to put it on but has to check with big brother if he thinks momma will be mad! They put the makeup on and show momma after and Nico is a little surprised but just smiles and takes pics of then cos they look cute! (He does hide his expensive stuff on the top shelf after lol)

- pls papa toto having Nicky on his shoulder, little hands patting his hair as he asks papa to read the signs next to the paintings! Toto would love having this quality time with sweet pinky, and nicky is squeaking so happy the while time! Meanwhile Seb is zooming snd making momma come along and judt wants to see the most gruesome stuff lmaooo

- nico being nervous for his triathlon and he doesn't know his whole family is coming tovcheer him on! Toto is there with the kids, Kimi is there and Tonio came along (with maxy?) And checo is there with the kitties! Nico tears up a little seeing them all there and grins as everyone fusses over him and Nicky gives him the paper medal. And jenson is in awe when he gets one too and mousy pats his cheek a lil! And pls Jenson flirting with Kimi and Tonio cos it's a challenge and also checo gets flirted with but checo just distracts him by handing him kittens ksks

- pls the kitties being so good and wrapping their tail around them and standing on it but seb can't lol! Checo eill teach him tho, will do it happily!

- pls Kimi building the kids the biggest pillow Fort and telling them to get what they need inside! Nicky does like 7 trips to get all his plushies and a pot of Nutella with 3 spoons! And Seb tells Kimi he is a big boy so he only has 2 stuffies and Kimi needs to read him their fav book! Nivo and Toto seeing the nest and just chuckling and joining in the softness!

- plsss lil Dan breaking his arms on the swing! It scares sebby and britta a lot to see Dan in pain and crying cos the badger is alwsys so happy! But Dan comes back form the hospital and shows off his cool cast and let's them draw on it!

#asks #stepmom nico

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badtimenightmarefaces · 1 year

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i send you random pictures in my gallery to cheer you up friend

middle one is my plushie, his name is danny the little dog is goose the big dog is ella the chinchilla is totoro and then theres just a funny picture of a squirrel

you seem to have a very soft household /pos

Thank you /gen

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dankusner · 4 days

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Founders of New York's Francis Irv Gallery Take on the Dallas Invitational

Earlier this month, dealers flocked to the heart of Texas for the Dallas Art Fair.

Despite nearly being attacked by a rogue collector there last year, I was sad to not be in attendance this time.

Suffice to say, it’s always lively.

To find out what I was missing, I asked my friends Sam Marion Wilken and Shane Rossi, who run the scrappy new Manhattan gallery Francis Irv, to take some photos while they exhibited at a satellite fair, the Dallas Invitational.

Let’s see what they got up to… —Annie Armstrong

Checking in at HQ for the week, the Fairmont Hotel.

Dan Desmond, Anna Raginskaya, Sam Gordon at the Joule’s “speakeasy”.

In the morning, we unpacked and blocked out our install. Works by Karla Kaplun (left) and Rachel Fäth (right).

Later in the day at Sophie Giraux’s opening at And Now. Sophie is on the right pictured with Jenny Borland (of JENNY’S).

A quick gallery selfie as we traversed to Tabboo!’s opening at Dallas Contemporary.

Clémence White (of Karma) noting Tabboo!’s depiction of himself as an Egyptian God.

Shane (hand coming from the left) and Clémence (right) appreciating Tabboo!’s suit.

Later that night, we celebrate Sophie’s successful opening. Here is Sophie, balloon rose, and a massive LCD screen.

After finalizing our install, we made it to Vojtěch Kovařík’s opening at The Power Station. Here is Kyle Thurman sitting in Jacob Kassay’s permanent sculpture in the courtyard.

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Danny McDonald selfie cam.

Opening day of the Dallas Invitational.

Sam pictured with works by Benjamin Echeverria (left) and Karla Kaplun (right).

After opening hours, we caravanned to a cocktail hour at Marguerite Hoffman’s home. Pictured are Olivier Babin (of C L E A R I N G) and James Cope (of And Now and organizer of the Dallas Invitational).

Leah Newman (of LOMEX) and photographer Zeshan Ahmed.

Dinner at Cosmo’s, an unexpected fusion of Honkey Tonk and Thai food. Jenny, Lee Foley (of Bel Ami), Alex Shulan (of LOMEX), and artist Coco Young cheers, to the tune of Moe Bandy’s Thank Goodness It’s Friday.

Alex mid-confession that his Wet Paint in the Wild was entirely iPhone photographs run through an app that mimics disposable film.

Artists Danny McDonald and Kyle Thurman.

The evening continued to the Berghain of Dallas: The Round-Up. Our Uber driver obliged our requests for Gary Stewart’s country heartbreaker She’s Actin’ Single, I’m Drinkin�� Doubles.

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He clocked out and came along.

Jenny crushing a Limp Bizkit cover. Or was it Goodbye Earl?

Artist Bobby Zehnder getting some wiggles out after his solo presentation with C L E A R I N G.

Sam after absolutely shelving the classic “Amarillo by Morning” by George Strait on Karaoke.

Shane here with works by Benjamin Echeverria (left) and J. Parker Valentine (right).

Made-Up Men, Danny and Kyle’s show at Tureen.

Genius convention in the back room of Tureen.

After the fair closed, we spent the day at the Kimbell and Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth.

Seen here debriefing over coffee. The waiter took this one. Thank you, Lisa.

SELECTED GROUP EXHIBITIONS

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Dallas Contemporary, Dallas, Texas, Who’s Afraid of Cartoony Figuration?, curated by Alison M. Gingeras

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jamesvowles · 2 years

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im here bc of your f1 midseason moment quiz. you mentioned an f1 sims file (and george being a common criminal in there) and im just wondering which drivers you made in the sims and more importantly, what traits, aspirations and likes/dislikes (idk if they are in your sim game lol) did you give them? :0 thanks in advance!

hey anon! i hope you liked the quiz (DAKSADKSD i love reading everyone's tags and reception on it so ^_^). but yes! there was an f1 sims file (and now i have a second one running because the other one was getting boring). i made some sims and edited some from the gallery as well just to make things easier for myself ^_^". i'll try my best to list them in order and give brief notes as well abt them in my save. also i might be remembering wrong because we had a lot of people get kicked out and also die so.....🧍

i didn't give them any likes/dislikes and just let them develop their own over time DFSKDKSK

most of the drivers have some variant (or all) of active, self assured, ambitious, or bro

under the cut because this is going to be long lol

main house:

max - active, self assured, hot headed (or ambitious? i do not recall). his aspiration was body builder because sims is brutal and only has one sporty goal. he developed a love for fitness.

danny - cheerful, ambitious, bro. aspiration was friend of the world. he was the only person i ever saw apologize to his s/o (lets call him clown) and recover his relationship. loved dancing. had a club

lando - childish, goofball, geek. aspiration was computer whiz (i was probably thinking about his twitch career or something KSFDKFDSK). divorce with lando was so bad bc george was in his chad era. liked video games.

george - jealous, ambitious, bro. aspiration was wealthy (though i have no idea why i did this, probably just random for me FDKSDK). i don't think the jealous fits either but i made him with valt and wanted them to fight. they did not. he didn't do anything for the longest time but then when he became a club leader he fucked everybody within radius.

valtteri - ambitious, good, foodie. aspiration was renaissance sim. i added foodie bc i heard he had a coffee shop i think??? also he's my friend's fave as the "lesbian ally" or something which is why he has the good trait LOL. he hated dancing but that man could fucking dance.

secondary house:

pierre - active, ambitious, unflirty. aspiration was bodybuilder. i made him unflirty because i thought that would slow him down. unfortunately he fucked a lot and i looked like a clown. he loved fitness. he died and refused to come back to life

charles - cheerful, ambitious, good. aspiration was also bodybuilder. he mostly danced and kept to himself.

added drivers:

alex - active, bro, cheerful. aspiration was friend of the world. (i'd give him the animal aspiration if i had dogs and cats before). kicked out because he would not stop complaining about the house.

oscar - gloomy, ambitious, active. aspiration was bodybuilder (we were going to change it to writer so he could resurrect ppl). homeless and then we brought him back. liked fitness. i added gloomy because i wanted a sarcastic bitch vibe and i thought that would be closest.

robert - cheerful, goofball, childish. aspiration was city native (his tiktoks give me city boy vibes).

dennis - active, loner, bro. aspiration was friend of the world.

checo - active, romantic, family oriented. aspiration was serial romantic because well,,,you know ;)

theo - active, self assured, ambitious. aspiration was bodybuilder.

new house:

max, danny, valtteri, and george all made a comeback but max fucking died recently because i accidentally let him swim in the pool while he was tired.

mick - self assured, cheerful, active. aspiration is neighbourhood confidante.

nicky - clumsy, dog lover, active. aspiration is wealthy.

lewis - vegetarian, good, active. aspiration is friend of the world.

etc. fellas i didn't mention: mattias binotto, roscoe hamilton, and some csgo esports guys!

#thank you anon i am obsessed with my sims save file #i hope u make one as well #maybe even more chaotic wahoo!!!!!!

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dyoungv · 2 years

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Thank you to everyone that came out to last night's first SKETCH TUESDAYS in over two years!!!!! It felt good to bring the tradition back and feel all the new and familiar energy. I'm definitely looking to puttimg together more of these in the near future. So I'll keep y'all posted! Sketch Tuesdays has been an ongoing tradition at Minna throughout the last decade+ founded by @sachaeckes and continued by @bradk.alder Cheers to @joshuasethrampage aka DJ Danny Gloverrr fir providing beats for the event! Last night's Artist roster: Adam Caldwell: @ahuntercaldwell Rob Reger: @robreger Micah LeBrun: @micahlebrun Nate Van Dyke: @69n8vandyke Lee Harvey Roswell: @leeharveyroswell D YoungV: @dyoungv Nolan Yellowneck: @nolanwhy John Keating: @johnkeating_artist Emily Fromm: @emilylfromm Nathalie Fabri: @nathalie_fabri_artist David Ball: @davidmball Brett Amory: @brettamory Mykoka Bereza: @nickolaybereza Fabio Benê: @fabiobene Lady Henze: @ladyhenze Brandon Joseph Baker: @brandonjosephbaker James Perry: @realsmij Antoni Mancera Mike Dyar Chris Farris: @christfarris Misia Farris: @misia.soup Alex Rosmatin: @alexrosmarin Ben Walker: @benwalkerpainter Chad Hasagawa: @chadhasegawa Matt Gonzalez: @mattgonzalez_collage Erik Otto: @erikotto Joshua Rampage: @joshuasethrampage Ben Ahn: @ioryuzo Daryll Peirce: @daryllpeirce Nei Caetano: @marginalink Jarred Hand: @the_loin_sf Mike Reject aka WM Reynolds John Casey: @johncaseyart Lali Wilde: @laliwilde Chris Stokes: @chrisstokes Mark Nobriga: @mr.malicioso_art #sketchtuesdays #111minnagallery (at 111 Minna Gallery) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeSZV3ULzzf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#sketchtuesdays #111minnagallery

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rumblelibrary · 2 years

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How the danny bunch acts towards their partner who suffers from depression?

Baron Helmut Zemo

Probably the one knowing from first hand what it feels like.

He will always be your rock, but he is not afraid to show his fragility and make you feel allowed in your feelings.

Small vacations will probably be a way for him to make you change surroundings and try to balance again.

Andrea Marowski

He is the one that feels hurt. He feels pain for you and he always tries to cheer you up. Sometimes he plays your favourite songs but most of the times he would wrap you up in thick covers and lay down with you as he covers you in kisses while sitting in front of the fire telling you how much you’re worth.

Dr Laszlo Kreizler

He is an Alienist. It his job to help with the little tricks of the mind. Surely it doesn’t make it any easier, because to see you in such a state always breaks him. But among all he is the one that knows little tricks and ways to make you go through it a little better, to give you instruments that will help you one day to make depression a little nuisance that happens so rarely that you barely will notice anymore.

Sebastian Zöllner

Probably not taking it seriously the first times, only to feel shitty and try to make it up for you. He is a bit shit at it, he is too random and he always ends up depressing with you. But he probably says such cute and beautiful things in that moment that he is soon making you feel better. Hundred percent the one to offer you a walk into an art gallery or a day out in the countryside.

Niki Lauda

At first he might take things a bit hard, trying to give you some talk about being strong and focused. But his worry will have the best of him eventually.

He feels constantly in debt toward you and in needs to help and gets easily frustrated about not being able to do so.

Ernst Schmidt

He is a darling, he sits around with you and takes his time to let your feelings sink to him. Probably the one to offer to bath together or hide together in bed all day.

His acts of service are so pure and he genuinely care even if he always feels like he is not doing enough.

Tony Balerdi

He is the one calling off every duty, it could come the Pope for dinner and he would skip it for you. He cooks for you and makes you help him, he makes sure you don’t dwell in bed or on the couch. He would often guide you to the bathroom and wash your hair taking time to apply the products and massage your scalp for good. He thinks that self care is the best care and you need to feel good outside too to then feel good inside.

Iván Pelayo

Cuddles in bed and soft songs whispered to you are the cure. He had a tough childhood with his father’s gambling addiction. He looked after him when he was in his darkest moments, so he is exceptionally good at knowing your mood swings and to find the best ways to cheer you up or even just keep you from losing yourself in the moment.

Alex Kerner

Just like Iván, he experienced pain through others during his childhood so he has the habit to keep you in check. He would go above and beyond to cheer you up. He is not very touchy during those times, he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. But he always kisses your hands to show you his care.

Jan

Out philosopher will bring you to take a long night time walk. He would show you around the city in the quiet times, share a drink or some street food; admiring the stars and the city lights together.

He would welcome you, he would let you become whole again through his words. He would guide your mind toward clarity.

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therenlover · 3 years

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Would The Danny Bunch Survive A Holiday With My Family?

A/n: In the wake of recent life garbage, I have neglected to write a whole fic, and I’m sorry. In the interim, please enjoy this writing exercise I have put together in the hopes of nailing some characters I haven’t written for in the past in time for a larger project I’m working on! Cheers!

Characters: Laszlo Kreizler, Alex Kerner, Niki Lauda, Andrea Marowski, Ernst Schmidt, and Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Mild Misogyny, Mentions of Alcohol/Alcoholism, Mentions of Mental Illness, Non-Graphic Mentions of Death, Minor Spoilers for The Alienist Season One, Minor Spoilers for Goodbye, Lenin!, Spoilers for Rush (2013), Minor Spoilers for The Cloverfield Paradox maybe??? I haven’t actually seen the whole movie, blame Wikipedia if things are wrong.

Laszlo Kreizler

As the first of all of the Dannys to be put through the ringer, Laszlo Kreizler unfortunately would not survive a holiday with my family.

First of all, this man does not like massive huggy kissy crowds, so he’d already be off his game the second he walked into the packed house. That’s not why he’d die though, surprisingly.

His downfall would be his status as an Alienist.

There is simply so much mental illness and childhood trauma present at my family holidays that he would combust within 15 minutes of sitting in a room with all of my relatives.

Even if he were to somehow make it past the introductory phase, my family is nosey as hell, so they’d be grilling him about his arm and his own childhood trauma within the first hour.

Laszlo, for all of his strength, simply wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

His death wouldn’t come from the initial combustion though. No, it’s not that simple.

Knowing Laszlo, once he had combusted and entirely lost his composure the first time, he would become extremely intrigued about the interconnected nature of everyones issues with each other and he would start asking questions.

That’s where the problems would begin.

Because it’s one thing if my drunk great aunt starts badmouthing her sister at the table for abandoning her 90 year old mother for a lake house with her new boyfriend. That’s fine.

But when Laszlo hops in and starts picking apart the mommy issues and underlying reasons for their decades long sibling rivalry?

Oh it would be over for him.

The yelling would never end.

And, I have no doubt that Laszlo would start to psychoanalyze whoever started to yell at him, which would only lead to more yelling.

In the end, someone would throw a probably full and probably fresh out of the oven casserole dish at his head and he’d be unable to defend himself because of his weak arm.

We’d have to cart him out in a wheelchair and even if he were to technically survive, he’d never come back.

Therefor, Laszlo Kreizler would fall victim to my family and die before we even got to dessert.

Alex Kerner

YES

Ah, little baby Alex! A great contender here for holiday survival.

He seems relatively young in comparison to most of the Dannys on this list, though I don’t actually know how old he’s supposed to be.

Based on his relative youth, he would automatically get points with the fam for not seeming like a creep or sugar daddy. Instead, he could be just about any dude I brought home from college.

His skillset as a semi-skilled laborer would also earn him some points, seeing as several members of the family are in similar professions.

Alex might get lost in some of the more complex conversations about the local organic scene or the fine details of running a fine art gallery, but he would fit right in with the majority of the younger members of the family, smiling and nodding his way through the conversation.

His enthusiasm and optimism would brighten the room and leave everyone excited to see him around again.

There’s also the semi-small detail of him caring for his mother, which would earn sympathy from the older members of the family as they are in charge of caring for my deaf, blind great grandmother.

Now, all of these aspects have already set Alex up for a successful survival of a holiday dinner with my family, but the real secret weapon he has up his sleeve is what really cements him in place as a survivor.

What is his secret weapon, you may ask?

Lies.

Alex Kerner is really, really good at lying, and is even better at figuring out increasingly convoluted ways to keep his lies straight.

If he managed to hide to fuckin’ Berlin Wall coming down from his mother for as long as he did, he could keep a couple of white lies up for appearances if he was asked any potentially embarrassing or weird questions that would make him look bad.

He could also lie about enjoying my great aunt’s cooking, which is a vital skill for holiday survival in my family.

Therefor, at the end of the day, Alex Kerner would not only survive a holiday with my family, but he’d probably enjoy it and get invited back for every subsequent holiday he could possibly attend.

Niki Lauda

Niki is another Danny that falls very firmly into the category of characters that would absolutely not survive a holiday with my family, for many, many reasons.

First of all, just like Laszlo, Niki is not huge on going to big huggy kissy parties.

Both adults and children would be all over him the second he walked in the door, which would probably make Niki get very uncomfortable and cagey.

Little does he know at that point that people aren’t just all over you when you get in the door.

No, no, no; from the moment you show up to the moment you leave, if you’re at a holiday with my family you are being basically accosted with questions and hugs and conversations that get weirdly personal.

It doesn’t help that the whole entire house is packed and there are eyes on you at every moment, so he wouldn’t even be able to sneak in a break for air or a cigarette.

If my own mother can’t sneak out for a smoke when she’s been going to these events her whole life, the new guy who’s still being vetted by the family sure as hell won’t be able to either.

Needless to say, Niki would start to get really, really tired of it all in an hour tops. I’ll give him until dinner at most.

That’s where things would start getting really sticky.

See, a lovely little fact about the Niki Lauda that lives in my brain, as portrayed by Daniel Bruhl in Rush (2013), is that he’s just a little bit misogynistic. No more than would be period typical, but a little misogynistic.

Another fun little important thing to note is that my family is entirely matriarchal in nature.

There are only 4 reoccurring male guests at family holidays out of about 20 to 25 guests at each event; My great aunt’s husband of many, many years, the two male siblings my mother has that live in the area, and the young son of one of those siblings.

Men, specifically boyfriends, simply do not last in my family. They are considered pretty disposable and easily banned from family events after breakups or small mishaps.

So, not only would Niki not have any other manly men there to chat about sports with over a scotch and a cigarette, he would be surrounded by so much estrogen that he would definitely struggle with his inner asshole even more than usual.

In fact, we never have sports on, even on Thanksgiving. Poor Niki would be stuck hearing conversations about artisanal candlemakers and how to hand felt a woodland elf puppet.

Back to his downfall, the second he made a slightly sketchy joke about women in the kitchen at the dinner table to my great uncle, his fate would be sealed.

If you thought the yelling at Laszlo would have been bad, this yelling would be ten times worse, because he would be surrounded by like 20 very angry, very defensive, and very strong women waiting to beat the shit out of him and I would not be any help.

He dug the hole, so he can climb out of it.

In the end, his death would come when he tried to light a cigarette and calm himself down at the dinner table while trying to rescind his earlier statement, because smoking inside around all the precious textile art? Thats a big no no.

My great aunt would grab the lighter right out of his hand, light up whatever cocktail she had at the moment, and throw it all directly into Niki’s face.

It would be like crashing his car all over again, only this time he would be surrounded by people who would rather he burn than try to get him out of the situation.

Moral of the story, Niki would die within the first few hours of a holiday with my family because he made an asshole comment to a room full of women who don’t put up with that shit. Don’t be like Niki, even if you think you won’t get killed for it.

Andrea Marowski

YES

Andrea is pretty much the polar opposite of Niki here, and I love him for it.

He is very soft, very kind, very pure, and would never dare to say something rude at the dinner table like a certain racer we all know.

He couldn’t even say something rude if he tried to, because he probably wouldn’t have the English in his vocabulary to say the things he wanted to say even if he intended to say them out loud.

But let’s be honest here, Andrea would never.

Even with his limited English, Andrea would appreciate being surrounded by a whole bunch of people who think he’s the sweetest little thing since the invention of cake.

My great grandmother, despite being almost entirely blind and deaf, would say he looked darling and he would immediately be a member of the family from the moment he stuttered out his thanks.

Andrea, like Alex, is also relatively young, so he would get points for not being old enough to be my father.

I feel like, because Andrea was shown living happily in a tiny village by the ocean with two old ladies, he would have an appreciation for craft, so he wouldn’t mind sitting quietly as my great aunt pawns off a handmade blanket from my great grandmother to him.

He would also happily sit with the younger children and do whatever craft or simple game one of my aunts brought for them that time.

The cherry on top with Andrea is his skill with the violin.

My family is one that appreciates fine art a lot, but more than anything we appreciate music.

I wouldn’t say that any of us are anywhere close to Andrea’s proficiency, but we definitely aren’t terrible, and we all can appreciate the effort, practice, and talent that goes into getting truly good on an instrument like Andrea is on his violin.

He would be encouraged to play, of course, and he would happily oblige.

If he felt comfortable enough, I could even see my great uncle grabbing his guitar, my cousin sitting at the piano, and my sister bringing out her own violin to do a little quartet with some simple song they knew as everybody else sang along.

By the end of the holiday evening, once dinner was served and people were heading to the cars, Andrea would definitely be considered a member of the family.

Needless to say, he’d survive and pass their tests with better than flying colors, even despite the language barrier.

Ernst Schmidt

Now, Ernst was probably the most difficult one on this entire list to put into the living or dying category. In the end, though, there were a few things that couldn’t be overlooked that send him into bad territory.

To be fair, though, he would last the longest out of everyone who would die tragically at one of my family’s holiday gatherings.

He, like the past two victims, would not be exactly suited for the mushy crowding that’s inevitable when it comes to my family.

That being said, I think he would deal with it a little bit better than the other two did and would make polite conversation with the family when he could.

The fact that he was trapped in a packed house filled with drunk people who have several generations worth of beef with each other, though, would start to get him eventually.

If we consider all of the shit that happened while he was in space to be canonical minus, you know, the earth getting really fucked up, he would probably start to go a little bit nuts while packed together with that many passive aggressive people.

The second someone burst into tears on the way to the bathroom he would start to lose his shit.

Still, I think Schmidt would probably be fine-ish until dessert was served, because that’s about the time where all the adults are absurdly drunk, so insanity ensues.

They would start poking at him about his credentials and experiences as a physicist.

He would answer their questions at first, but, unfortunately for him, the questions would turn more and more personal and uncomfortable as time went on.

Did he ever still think about what happened up in space? Did he blame himself for not getting things to work correctly? How much did he miss his old world and old life? Did he ever have nightmares about what he saw? How much did it hurt to get shot?

They’d poke and poke and poke in their drunken state until poor Schmidt would snap at them, flying into a slight rage at their insistent probing.

From there, he would be swiftly asked to leave and then “accidentally” run over while calling an Uber to take him to wherever he’s staying as my drunk great aunt tries to back out of the driveway to drive down the block to her house.

In the end, Schmidt and his wit would be really close to surviving a holiday with my family , but he would, unfortunately, let his anger get the best of him, and it would be the last thing he ever did. Literally.

Helmut Zemo

YES, BUT ONLY BARELY

Okay, so my earlier comment about Ernst being the most difficult out of everyone was incorrect. Zemo was, by far, the hardest to put into one category or the other.

His wit and charm won out in the end, though, and I determined that he would survive one single holiday with my family.

If he ever came back for a second he definitely wouldn’t make it, but he would succeed in living past the first one.

Helmut’s problems start, surprisingly, not with the fact that he is a criminal. In fact that doesn’t even cause any problems for him.

No, instead they start with the fact that he is 43.

I am 99% sure that my mother is 43, and I know for a definite fact that he’s older than one of my uncles who would be present. I, at the time of writing this, am 18.

Needless to say, literally everyone would be massively suspicious of him and his intentions the second he walked through the door. The amount of money in his bank account definitely wouldn’t help in this situation either.

The family would warm up to him eventually, though, because if there’s one thing Helmut is good at besides killing people, it’s making people like him even if they absolutely shouldn’t.

With his expansive knowledge of what feels like literally everything rich and niche, he would slowly win over the older members of the family. Who knew the strange old man Jac brought home was so well versed in the American pottery scene, or that he could name specific jewelry artists from across the world that my family had done business with for years?

My family definitely wouldn’t. At least, not at first.

Oh how they’d learn, though.

Another nice thing about Zemo that would allow him to survive is his aggressive politeness.

No matter how many weird glances or dirty looks he got over the course of dinner, he would simply continue to be the best version of himself in the hopes of impressing everyone.

He would even pretend to enjoy my great aunt’s cooking and get himself seconds, because I’m sure it would be easier to scarf down than whatever he and his EKO Scorpion squad had to eat while serving in the Sokovian special forces.

On the tail end of reasons he would be accepted, Helmut Zemo drinks alcohol like it’s water, so he would fit right in drinking white wine and cocktails through the night with the rest of the adults.

((I think he’d totally tease me about not being able to drink with him, but that’s a story for another time. Anyways...))

His slight downfall would come from something entirely uncontrollable by him or anybody else.

And that something would be my flirty aunt.

I love my aunt. She’s wonderful in her own special way.

That being said, I know if a hot Sokovian baron with a nice smile and a fat pocketbook showed up to one of out holidays, even if he was introduced as my partner, she would be going for the kill all night long.

This would make Helmut more and more uncomfortable as she got more and more drunk, because lets face it, he’s probably not very comfortable with being touched by near-strangers anyways, and being touched by a drunk member of his partners family who is very obviously coming on to him?

That’s even more difficult to deal with.

That being said, Helmut is a man who has been shown to be extremely in control of his emotions.

He would swallow down whatever awkwardness he felt, make it to the end of the night, and, once he had escaped her clutches, he would politely say that he was never going back to another holiday function with my family again, though he would be happy to facilitate me still attending them.

So, in the end, Helmut Zemo would survive one holiday with his sheer stubborn politeness alone.

I will say that his patience would absolutely wear thin if he attended a couple more holidays and he would eventually die of a stress induced heart attack after being unable to politely decline my aunt’s advances.

For now, though, he’s safe.

#zemo #baron zemo #helmut zemo #daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #niki lauda #andrea marowski #ernst schmidt #laszlo kreizler #alex kerner #jac rambles #imagine #the danny bunch

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supersonic-darling · 3 years

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How the Boys Cheer You Up - Headcannons

Josh

Is a sweety pie and goes fully sad puppy dog face when he sees you sad

Let’s be honest Josh is very talky and has probably already asked you what you want him to do in these circumstances

He brings you a warm blanket and makes sure you’re all wrapped up

Then he goes and gets a nice scented candle (or some incense) because ‘its about all the senses darling’

When he’s set everything up he crawls into bed with you and huddles around you like a cat

If you prefer to be held he wraps his arms around you and hums quietly into your hair whilst stroking you to relax

If you prefer to hold onto something, he makes himself as small as possible (not hard…) for you to hold him and feel his warmth and heartbeat under your palm as you spoon

To sum up, Josh does that thing cats do when they purr people better

Jake

Jake get really internally sad when he sees you’re sad

He always wonders if he isn’t doing enough or if he’s the problem, but he also knows that its none of that and he just wants you to feel better again

Doesn’t want to overcrowd you, but also wants to let you know that he’s always there if you need him

I think Jake is more of an actions man so he likes to show you how much he cares

He goes and grabs his acoustic and plays you music from the other end of the sofa

Sometimes he sings to you as well – he’s got such a beautiful voice it sometimes makes you cry

He takes this as a bad sign until you shuffle over and tell him it definitely isn’t

He also likes to cook for you, especially new recipes he’s been wanting to try for a while

Sam

Sam is good at agreeing with you when you’re sad; not in a blind ‘yes dear’ kind of way, but he does listen to what you say and is really good at having a conversation with you about what happened

Sam likes to pick apart what made you sad and try and turn it around to make you feel better

Will always make you laugh to try and cheer you up

Also will play guitar or piano for you – only after you ‘bug’ him to

Presses little kisses all across your face when he hugs you

Suggests going out to take your mind off things; either out to dinner in the evening or to an art gallery or museum during the day

Danny

Danny is a massive snuggle monster and will wrap you in his arms as soon as he sees you look even the littlest bit sad

Spends time trying to figure out what is wrong before he lets you go

Will threaten to beat people up if you’re sad because of someone else

This makes you smile as he is literally the last person in the world that would actually beat anyone up

Runs you baths; he doesn’t know what the hell he’s putting in there but it smells nice so hopefully you’ll like it

Orders food because he’s too nervous to cook, and its always a treat the two of you share and enjoy

Ends up having a movie night where you get to pick whatever you want to watch as you snuggle together on the sofa

Danny is the king of making you feel better

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darks-ink · 5 years

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Rise Above Myself

Prompt: Danny is off to college, leaving Vlad in charge of keeping ghosts out of Amity park. Prompt by: @going-dead Word count: 3,532

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“You wanted to speak with me?”

Danny hummed an affirmative, patting the rooftop next to him. Vlad rolled his eyes, but sat down regardless. It wasn’t like anyone would see him up here, anyway. Besides, he didn’t want to drive the boy to anger any sooner than necessary.

In the years since they had first met, their relationship had become… complicated. They had surpassed the fighting, the whole ‘arch-nemesis’ thing, and had come to a truce of sorts. They were still in no way friends. Nor had he taken any sort of important role in the boy’s life, to his continuing disappointment.

But Danny would never join him. Vlad knew that, now. It was better not to fight, to be able to hold a conversation with the only person who would know what existence as a halfa was like. The only one who would be able to understand.

Besides, Vlad was no fool. He knew darn well that Danny had surpassed him in strength. And, for all the years of experience he had over the boy, he couldn’t beat the sheer combat experience Danny had, either. Even mentorship was a chance long lost – Danny seemed content with the mentors he could find for himself in the Ghost Zone.

“So, uhm.” Danny fidgeted, having finally broken the silence that had come over them. He started pulling on the edge of his glove – a nervous gesture he had taken up in his ghost form, Vlad knew. “I’m… leaving for college. This weekend.”

Vlad perked up at this. “Really? That’s excellent news, my boy!” And it was. He had long encouraged Danny to focus on his own life over Amity Park’s safety. He already sacrificed so much for this thankless city – he shouldn’t give up on college, too. To throw away his future, the remainder of his life, for people who would never appreciate what he had done for them.

“Heh, yeah.” Danny huffed out a laugh, a smile lingering afterwards. “I got my acceptance letter already – big fancy university a couple states away. Even at my current speed, it’s a few hours flying away.”

“Finally leaving the ghost hunting to the professionals then? Good for you.” Vlad noticed that Danny didn’t mention which university, or where. Still keeping secrets from him? Not surprising, but… a little disappointing.

“Something like that.” And now the smile turned a little malicious, a smirk instead. “You were part of the ghost hunting club, after all. And you study ghosts.”

“Me?” Vlad asked, incredulous. The boy was out of his mind if he thought that Vlad would take over for him. He had spend the past 4 years encouraging Danny to stop, after all.

“Well, yeah.” Danny’s posture remained loose, casual. Like he had no stake in this conversation – like he had already won the discussion. “You’re the only other half-ghost in the city. The only person who can fight the ghosts on their own terms – in the air, and without the need for technology.”

Then he leaned in closer, and added in a conspiring tone, “Unless you think you’re not up for it? I know that I’m stronger than you, but you should still outclass most ghosts that come here. And surely your incredible intellect will allow you to beat such pathetic enemies?”

Vlad sneered, baring his fangs in an automatic response. “Of course it’s not a matter of not being able to do it! But I am above such despicable, thankless work. To protect a city – a people – who would rather hate their protector than cheer him on. Please.”

“If that’s how you see it,” Danny responded with a shrug. “But just imagine what would happen if no one stopped the ghosts. You know that my parents will pick up the slack instead. Do you really trust my dad to keep Amity Park safe? To keep Mom safe?” He cocked his head at Vlad, that awful smirk still on his face. “After all, Valerie has already left for college. So has Jazz, and Sam and Tucker. It’s just my parents. And you.”

Vlad remained silent now. The boy, unfortunately, had a point. All capable ghost hunters had left the city – or would leave it soon enough. The Fentons really would be the only ones left – and as capable as Maddie was, Jack had an awful habit of getting in her way. There was… quite a risk of her getting hurt.

And while he knew he wouldn’t – couldn’t – have her, he still didn’t want anything to happen to her. Damn that boy for still knowing exactly which buttons to press.

But… perhaps he could make it manageable. Many of Danny’s enemies were humanoid – or at very least, somewhat intelligent. Surely he could get most of them to stay away by using his resources, rather than his fists? And being harsher than Danny against the ones that did come through would surely discourage them, too.

“Fine,” he finally hissed at the boy, glaring at him to drive the point home. “Fine, I will do it. But not for this accursed city – I’ll do it for Maddie.”

“Of course you will, Fruitloop,” Danny laughed back, grinning widely.

He shook his head, already making plans. If he arranged things correctly, it wouldn’t be much of a bother to take over for Danny. After all, how much time did the teen really spend on ghost hunting?

Unfortunately, as he soon discovered, Danny actually spend a lot of time hunting ghosts. Because while his most noticeable enemies tended to be the humanoid ghosts, the majority of his enemies were actually non-sentient. And while Vlad might’ve been able to sway some of the intelligent ghosts to stay away, it was the feral animals that took up so much of his time, now. They were neither strong nor threatening – to a ghost as powerful as him, at least – but they were common enough to be a bother.

A good number of Danny’s rogues gallery showed up as well. Skulker, once told that Vlad had taken over, seemed disappointed but left without resistance. Technus put up a decent fight, but could afterwards be convinced to stay in the Ghost Zone if Vlad paid him with bits of technology. He was sure that Technus would eventually assemble this into a mech before returning – which is why he only send the worst bits he could find.

One of the more notable encounters ended up being Ember, of all ghosts. She had put on quite a show – as she tended to do. When Vlad showed up instead of Danny, she had frowned at him and crossed her arms.

Before he could open his mouth to ask her to leave, she had irritably asked him, “Where’s the dipstick?”

He quickly connected the dots – and the less than stellar nickname – and answered. “Daniel has left for college. I’ve taken over for him.”

After this, she willingly left for the Portal. Vlad had felt accomplished over scaring off a ghost that Daniel usually fought – until he had heard her mutter, “Old man isn’t any fun compared to the kid.”

Really, all things considered, Vlad thought that he was doing a fairly good job. And perhaps Amity’s residents weren’t as happy about him as they had been about Daniel – surprising considering how badly they tended to think of Phantom – but that mattered little to him. Maddie was safe. Anything else was a lucky coincidence.

But of course, disaster always struck when life appears to be going well. And this case was no different.

The ghost of the days – or ghosts, this time – were known by Vlad. He had never faced off against them, but he was sure that he could handle it. The first, the weaker, was an easy catch. Bertrand, despite being a shapeshifter, was predictable.

Unfortunately, in catching the green blob first, Vlad had offered Spectra an opening.

Vlad knew how she worked, what she did. He was sure that he could deal with her. As another manipulative soul, surely she wouldn’t be able to do much to him?

But oh, he was so wrong about her. Her black wispy tail wrapped around him, sharp claws digging into his shoulders, and immediately all strength sapped from him.

“Oh, what’s this?” the specter hissed, her voice overly sweet and dripping with malicious intent. “Another little do-gooder, hmm?”

Vlad opened his mouth to answer, to retort – but the ghost dug her nails in even deeper and suddenly he just felt so tired.

“And you’re not even a real hero, are you? Just trying to impress someone who could never love you!” She laughed, but it was sharp and cutting and cold. “Just a sick old man desperate for things he will never get. Can never get!”

She shifted, angling herself so she was looking him right in the eyes. Faintly, he could see himself reflected in her empty red eyes – somehow hers looked even more soulless than his own. “And the only one who knows what you feel, who might understand, left you! And now there’s no one left to care about you, is there?”

He wanted to protest, but… she was right. Jack never cared – he was responsible for this whole thing, after all. Maddie had never reciprocated on his feelings – and she never would, now.

And Daniel… The only one like him… The boy had left him. Had dumped this miserable responsibility on him and left.

“This sickness of yours is your body talking to you, Vladdie.” The ghost leaned in even closer, her claws shifting from his shoulders and further up his body. Faintly, Vlad was aware of blood leaking down his neck – but he made no move to stop her from hurting him further.

Maybe… Maybe he did deserve this.

“You know what it’s telling you?” Her tone was conversational, honey-sweet. “It’s telling you that you should finish what you started and die!”

Her talon-like claw swung down. Vlad closed his eyes, waiting for the impact.

A whiz, like an ectoblast flying past. Hair-raising shrieking as Spectra released him, finally.

Vlad fell to the floor, looking bleary-eyed at the dark specter in front of him. Green smoke still spiraled away from her chest, where the blast must’ve landed.

Now that he was away from her constricting touch, Vlad’s mind started to clear. While Spectra had spoken the truth, she had twisted it – turned his own thoughts against him. She had only told him things he already knew – and things that simply weren’t true. Daniel hadn’t just left. Vlad himself had encouraged the boy!

And now the boy must’ve returned. As Spectra swiped away the last lingering smoke, Vlad realized this. Someone had fired at her, using green ectoplasm. That could only be a Fenton – either Danny, or one of his parents’ guns. And the parents wouldn’t have aimed for Spectra. Wouldn’t have saved him, at least.

He pushed himself upright, a retort fresh on his tongue. A tease to the boy, about how he could never stop his hero-work, no matter how much he might’ve wanted to. How he always protected everyone, no matter how bad they were.

And floating there was certainly a Phantom. Messy white hair, vibrant green eyes. Black and white jumpsuit – although this one a tad looser than the one usually seen.

“Leave him alone!” Dani snapped, green energy whirling around her clenched fists.

“Oh, and who’s this?” Spectra hummed, floating back a step or two. Her eyes were set on the clone now – she knew that Vlad was still weakened. “Another little failure who thinks she can stand up to me?”

Rather than take the words to heart, however, Dani smiled back. All teeth and no joy. “I don’t just think, lady.” She underlined the statement with a shot, a blast of superheated ectoplasm aimed straight at Spectra.

The shadowy ghost dodged, barely. “Is that so?” she purred, still eyeing up her new enemy.

Then suddenly she launched herself towards Dani. The clone wasn’t fast enough to evade her, and the two collided. Spectra pressed her into the dirt of the park, baring her teeth. “Do you really think that you can stand up to me? A little failed clone like you?”

Vlad had finally struggled himself back onto his feet, feeling his energy come back to him. But he hadn’t even recovered far enough for an ectoblast. Not yet.

An explosion of green, and Spectra was launched away. Dani pushed herself off of the ground, green energy still coiling in her aura. “Less talking and more butt-kicking!”

Spectra snarled, evading the follow-up blasts that Dani send her way. “And you really think that you can succeed where your original failed?”

She pinned the clone to a tree, leaning in close. “You really think that you can win, if more powerful ghosts, more experienced ghosts, couldn’t?”

Finally, finally, Vlad’s energy was back to a respectable level. Not one to be left out, he shot a blast of pink ectoplasm at the soul-sucking ghost. “It’s not polite to ignore your guests, Spectra,” he quipped.

She snarled, but Dani took this opportunity to blast the ghost as well. Confident that Spectra was finally pinned, Vlad used his telekinesis to draw the Thermos back to him. He had lost it earlier in the fight – although he wasn’t sure when.

The Thermos was an imitation, of course, but no less powerful for the fact.

“Goodbye,” he snarked at the ghost as he uncapped it. Dani gave her a short wave, as well. With a last shriek, Spectra was drawn into the ghost-catching device.

The fight was over.

And as little as Vlad wanted to admit it, the little clone had been an integral part of the fight. Without her contribution, Spectra would’ve killed him. And as much as he disliked her – her, and everything she stood for – he wasn’t enough of a jerk to ignore such a thing.

“I… thank you, Danielle,” he managed, finally. He could tell from her expression that she doubted the genuineness of his statement, so he added, “Without your help, she surely would’ve killed me.”

“Probably,” Dani agreed with a shrug. She looked away from him, her gaze turned downwards – she was kicking around a rock. “You were getting your butt handed to you pretty badly.”

“I– Yes, I’m afraid I was.” He frowned, confused by her blase attitude. And, now that he thought about it, her immunity to Spectra’s abilities. “Spectra’s insults have a way to… dig into one’s skin. Yet they didn’t seem to trouble you.”

Dani nodded, clearly catching on to his silent question. “Yeah, well. She didn’t say anything I haven’t heard before.” And now she looked back up again, her large green eyes locking onto his own. “After all, she didn’t say anything you haven’t said before. And your words were worse, because unlike Spectra, I actually cared about you!”

Her fists clenched, her eyes starting to look wet – but Dani was blinking away the tears before they could form. “You actually meant something to me! And yet you kicked me to the ground, like trash! Like I didn’t matter!”

He paused, taking in her emotional rant. He supposed that she had a point. He had cast her aside – she hadn’t mattered, because she wasn’t Daniel. “But then why did you save me?”

Shrugging, Dani offered him a wry smile. She swept a hand past her eyes – wiping away tears she hadn’t shed. “I’m not you,” she said. “I’m better than that. I won’t just let you die – especially if you’re trying to do the right thing for once.”

Then her smile turned a little more genuine. She added, with a joking tone, “But maybe you should leave the actual hero-work for younger ghosts, old man.”

“Maybe I should.” He looked at her, thoughtful. Sure, Danny had instructed him to keep Amity Park safe. But if he could convince Dani to take over instead… As long as Amity was safe, it would be fine, yes? “Perhaps we can come to an agreement, hm?”

The clone eyed him, now. She seemed to consider this. “What kind of agreement?”

“We can work together to protect Amity Park in Daniel’s stead,” he started to explain, folding his hands together. He was in his element now – the negotiation of tough deals. “You can take care of most of the ghosts, but we’ll work together against the stronger ones. In return for your efforts, I will pay you – both with money, and with a safe place to stay and food to eat. There is plenty of room in my mansion, after all.”

Then he quirked an eyebrow at her. “And, of course, I can offer training – guidance with your powers. Daniel never accepted – but you are not Daniel, are you?”

She rolled her eyes with a huff. “Now you’re getting it.” Then she fell quiet again as she thought over his proposal.

“Fine,” she finally said, nodding. “But the training won’t be set thing – only when I want to. All the other stuff sounds alright, but only if I get paid per ghost captured and for the amount of time it takes.”

“Very well.” He offered her his hand, and they shook on it. “Then I welcome you to Amity Park, Danielle. May it treat you better than it treated your cousin.”

He had initially seen it like hiring a professional ghost hunter. It was no different than when he had hired Valerie, after all. But that girl had been paid in equipment – this one was paid with food and a roof above her head, instead.

And it worked surprisingly well. Danielle, now that she was older and well-fed for once in her life, was a powerful ghost. She was intelligent and a quick-thinker – and had creative solutions to problems. The girl was a very capable defender – and Amity Park was glad to see a Phantom as their protector again, even if it wasn’t the same one.

Of course, Vlad had had a part in this. As mayor, he had announced the presence of the new ghostly protector of the town. Dani Phantom, he had explained, was a close relative of the Phantom that used to haunt Amity. And he assured the townspeople, that this ghost was certainly a good one. She would keep them safe.

Valerie dropping by didn’t hurt Danielle’s image, either. Her reputation as the Red Huntress was a shaky one, as the people who liked Phantom tended to distrust her, and vice-versa. But when she had announced that she was leaving Amity Park, many had mourned the loss of an excellent ghost hunter. Their only capable human protector.

So when the Red Huntress was spotted conversing with the new Phantom, people were quite curious. They were too high in the skies to overhear, but it was clear from their postures that they knew each other. They chattered on for quite a bit of time before Phantom flew off and Red lowered herself to the ground. She, too, announced that the new ghost was a good one.

The next few months passed with surprising ease. By the time Christmas rolled around, Danny returned to Amity Park to celebrate the holidays. The two of them met at the Christmas Truce party in the Ghost Zone, separating from the crowd so they could talk in private.

Vlad smirked at the boy – the young man, really. “Annoyed that I’ve found a loophole in our agreement, Daniel?” he asked, a taunting tone to his voice.

“What, do you think you somehow cheated our deal?” But Danny simply laughed, shaking his head. “No way. You did like, the complete opposite of that.”

Frowning, Vlad turned to face the boy properly. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Dude, you did all I wanted from you and more. I asked you to protect Amity Park for me, right? And not only have you done that, beyond what I asked for – you even helped Dani along the way.” He grinned at Vlad, expression brighter than Vlad had ever seen it before. “I just wanted to give you a second chance – I didn’t expect much from you except maybe the barest little bit of effort. And instead I find out that you’ve given Dani another shot, too. A roof, food, money – love.”

Vlad opened his mouth to protest this – he had only done what was necessary. Then he shut it again.

Because he hadn’t done just the necessary. He could’ve just offered Danielle money – she could’ve paid for food and a place to stay on her own. He hadn’t had to offer her his own house. But he did.

And… Danielle had grown on him. There were things about her, good things, that he had previously overlooked.

“I suppose that you’re right,” he finally grumbled.

Maybe… Maybe this whole ‘doing nice things’ thing… wasn’t as bad as he had thought.

#phic phight #phic phight 19 #danny phantom #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #dani phantom #danny fenton #spectra #phanfic #phanfiction #dp fanfic #dp fanfiction #dark writes #i wrote this in less than 3 hours and edited it right after #it's half past midnight so some mistakes might've slipped past me #but i wanted to get this done before Endgame so #might be the last fic i write for the Phight

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ask-sanders-school-of-the-arts · 5 years

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This is all based on my own experience at an arts school! It was...an interesting experience to say the least.

(If people like this, I’ll continue with it. Maybe make it into a story!)

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Roman:

-theatre core

-his teacher is Mr. Vick and he’s great

-interruptive but fun

-always serious when need be

-only sings and listens to show tunes

-always auditions for the school musical and always gets in (only twenty+ kids audition every year so everyone who auditions gets a role)

-wears makeup to school and is really good at it

-has mediocre grades, he isn’t failing but he’s barely passing

-pretty buddy buddy with a lot of the teachers

-somehow knows everyone in the school

-everyone in the school knows him too

-played the cowardly lion in his theatre groups very bad production of the Wizard of Oz

-Logan, Patton, and Virgil snuck up to the balcony to watch him from the back row

-Mr. Vick caught them but he didn’t really care

-he just told them not to be too noisy

-Roman couldn’t see them while he was on stage but he could hear them laughing and cheering throughout which was comforting

Logan:

-Strings core

-his teacher is Mrs. Arnolds

-he plays the cello

-teachers favourite

-is loved by the foreign language teacher, Mr. Rodriguez (takes French)

-takes every high school credit class provided by the school (geometry, English honours, French, and Orchestra 1)

-one of the shortest kids in strings, but plays one of the biggest instruments

-works light board for musical theatre and for most of Mr. Vick, and Mrs. Baldwin’s plays.

-that’s where he met Roman

-he met Virgil on the first day of grade 6 when he was late to class. There was nowhere else to sit, so the two of them were forced to sit together

-they partnered on every project from that moment on

-works yearbook committee with Mr. Thompson

-he pops into the classrooms to take pictures of the students working

-school tour guide for sixth graders

-morning show committee

-that’s where he met Patton

-they were filming for the next days morning announcements while one of the teachers, Mr. Walsh, was goofing off in the background

-the software only lets you record once so the next day you could see Patton and Logan laughing as Mr. Walsh was messing around in a rolling chair behind them

Patton: (I’m projecting, this is based on my own choir)

-Vocal core

-his teacher was Mr. Richardson for sixth and seventh grade and then switched to Mrs. Morton for his last year at SSA

-tenor who has the range of a soprano

-has gotten a female solo before and it was glorious

-has a very diverse singing tone

-loves the old Latin songs that they sing (Gloria, Et en Terra Pax, Alleluia, Agnus Dei, etc.)

-always dancing during rehearsals

-class sunshine! (Remembers birthdays and wishes them happy birthday, brings in treats for the class, cheers people up through nostalgic songs)

-always suggests singing bitter sweet songs on the last day of school

-everyone cries during Bridge Over Troubled Water and Danny Boy

-there are only four boys in their year and he has to sing harmony alone a lot of the time, but he can still be heard and he can blend with everyone beautifully

-an icon with dynamics and sight reading

-Roman, Logan, and Virgil go to all of his performances and bring him flowers

-they then go out for ice cream, from the tradition of the director telling them to do so after each concert

-cries a lot during powerful and emotional songs

-this makes the other three boys cry

-there was a boy in their school who passed away so to commemorate him, they sang homeward bound and there wasn’t a dry eye in the chapel

-is on the welcoming committee and also preforms for the pep rally’s

-does fun challenges and helps to plan how things will go

-lives for spirit stick

-can’t put on his bow tie correctly but helps everyone with their cummerbunds

Virgil:

-art core

-his teacher is Mr. Morrissey

-hates still life’s but is really good at them

-really likes the pop art unit that they do in eighth grade

-put his sculpture in the kiln and it exploded

-he had to fix it the day before the art gallery

-did a live painting for the BHM assembly and showed the style of Harlem artists in the 20s

-it was pretty shaky and no one knew what was going on, but the painting wound up looking good regardless

-he loves going to the art galleries and art walks because no one else goes to them

-loves all of the ghost stories about the school that Mr Mo tells

-help with props for all of the plays and helped design pamphlets for the winter concert

-doodles in class

-Mr Rodriguez once asked him to draw him and then poked fun at the art style he drew him in

-he was pretty traumatised after that

-keeps a quote book for weird and funny things people have said

-he doesn’t give them context, he just writes them down

-some of his favourites are “yummy yummy grandma flesh” “my mom was the hottie with a body” “this is like bible paper” and “I have a cracker!”

-Patton had never made it into the quote book, so the very last quote in it was, “Sis! Put me in the book!”

-once cried over losing the straw to his juice box

-he also laughed uncontrollably that one time Logan dropped a grape and had a very confused look on his face as it fell

-tries deep throating bananas every time he gets them

-once he put six grapes in his mouth and almost chocked, but he was happy that he could fit six in his mouth

-Roman once asked for some skittles so he shoved all of them in his mouth at once

-he almost threw up

Group memories:

-they met near an old palm tree everyday and would stand around making fun of each other

-they would regularly hold depression sessions

-in other words, they would stand in a circle and take turns talking about why they were sad. They’d then try to work through it together

-they’re the group who isn’t popular, but everyone knows who they are

-lost of underclass friends (mostly Patton but the others are friends with underclassman as well)

#roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #ts anxiety #ts princey #ts logic #logince #moxiety #SSA au #Sanders School of the Arts #Sanders School of the Arts au #high school au #thomas sanders

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misterewrites · 5 years

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Danny Phantom: Untitled AU

Hello everyone, E here with a kinda update. My good friend @hains-mae asked me for a Danny Phantom story and here it is! YAY! I’m gonna level with you, it’s been a looooooong time since I last saw Danny Phantom and I was really practicing to get back in the groove of writing so I’m sorry if it’s a little off from the show or even my usual writing.

So the big thing about this is she asked me to do a kinda au of the original plot. Basically I set it up in a way that lets me explore it further if it comes up hence the whole untitled au uptop.

So Phantom Planet never happened. Danny, Sam and Tucker kinda just kept going with the adventures but now college has come and the trio has split up and despite their best efforts, kinda last touch with each other. and this is where the story starts with Tucker setting up Danny with a blind date as a way to apologize for his absence.

I hope you enjoy, faults in all and I hope you have a great day!

18 year old Danny Fenton coughed awkwardly, giving the unamused waiter a sheepish smile as he quietly placed his fork embedded potato back onto his plate.

“First time here, sir?”

“How could you tell? Too much starch on my shirt?” Danny gave a hopeful grin, playfully gesturing to the potato.

The waiter eyed his casual t-shirt/jeans combination distastefully “Here for a date?”

“Yes because if I was alone, that would be pathetic”

“Advice sir?”

“I don't have to pay extra for it, right?” Danny asked with an unsure tone.

“You should really learn better jokes sir.”

“Hey!” Danny cried indignantly “My jokes are to die for!”

“I assure you sir” The waiter murmured softly as he walked away gracefully “Boredom is not a pleasant way to die.”

Danny frowned unhappily after the retreating figure of his waiter, quietly mumbling under his breath “I can make a comeback too if I wasn't so nervous.”

Danny glanced around the restaurant, anxiously taking in the grandeur of it all.

It was certainly one of the more fancier places Danny had ever set foot in if you didn't count the various high societal locations he routinely fought ghosts in.

Four years he had been battling the supernatural undead of Amity Park. Four years of basically cleaning up the town of its ghostly presence and some part of him knew it was beginning to fray on his life.

It hadn't been so bad when he first started but that's when he had Tucker and Sam at his side which wasn't the case so much these days.

Ghosts really had no perception of time since they were kind of dead but time held sway over the living and Danny was half alive.

Mostly.

Days turned into months, months into years and before he knew it high school had ended and college was rapidly approaching.

There was no real choice for Danny. He couldn't leave Amity Park for too long given how often his rouges gallery of spooky spooks showed up to cause trouble in his beloved town and as much as he loved and resp....loved his parents, he knew they would have a hard time dealing with these otherworldly threats.

So Danny chose to apply to Amity Park Community College, somewhere close to home where he could pursue his education and still keep an eye on Box Ghost, Ember, Skulker and whoever else decided they were bored of the Ghost Zone.

Tucker and Sam wanted to stay but Danny knew he couldn't let them. He knew they (Sam) would do so without a second thought and while he appreciated their (her) commitment to the fight, it wasn't fair to them.

Sam had opted to pacify her parents by agreeing to try some college out of state that her mother had gone to while Tucker decided to laze about at community college for a bit before deciding on which university offered him a better scholarship.

The trio lost touch quickly despite their best efforts over these last few months: Between being a full time student, time zones and the beckoning call of activism, communication between him and Sam slowed to virtual nonexistence. Tucker, despite being significantly closer, had found himself spending all his time chasing any cute girl he laid his eyes on and since Sam was no longer within shaming range and Danny was too busy with school and ghost hunting, he went unimpeded in his pursuits.

And this was how it had been for months: Isolated and alone with nothing but snippy ghosts for company.

Until yesterday when Tucker called him unexpectedly.

Danny half expected to save him from some jealous boyfriend or hide him away from an angry crowd of girls but Tuck just wanted to talk. Talk and drop that he had set up a special blind date for the half ghost.

Maybe it was oppressive loneliness setting in, maybe it was a favor to his best friend who clearly felt bad about ditching him these last few months or maybe it was the fact he just needed a break from everything but for whatever reason, Danny agreed.

Although now he wondered if it was a good idea. He didn't even know who he was meeting and now his anxiety was steadily growing.

Danny took a deep calming breath. At this point it was too late to back out. Better to ride out this disastrous date and try to end it on a decent note.

“Danny?”

Danny could feel his face flush, his heart skipping a beat at the sound of Sam calling his name.

He rose to his feet eagerly, pivoting on his heels.

He took a sharp breath as he saw Sam for the first time since she left, her hair pinned up in a bun with a new leather jacket covering her normal outfit.

“Sam!” Danny shouted loudly, flinching as everyone shushed him all at once “S-sorry.”

Sam smiled brightly, her gaze softening at the sight of her best friend.

The pair took their seats opposite from one another, wide matching grins etched on their faces.

“So....” Sam spoke quietly.

“So...” Danny answered nervously “Do we kill Tucker now? Or later?”

“I think we should see where this goes before committing murder.”

“Murder is a big first step. Let's order lunch for now?”

Sam shifted guiltily “I'm sorry I didn't text or call often. School's been...”

“Rough? Yeah I hear you. If I'm not getting my butt kicked by textbooks, it's Skulker or Ember.”

“How are all the ghost?” Sam inquired curiously.

“Still a pain in the butt and love showing up at the most inconvenient times. It's like someone posted my schedule up in the Ghost Zone.”

“Ugh, they're the worst.” Sam said while eying the menu.

“Tell me about it. So how long are you town?”

“Oh, I'm moving back next week.”

“Really?” Danny tried to keep his voice leveled and controlled despite his joy “How come?”

“Protesting my school is greatly frowned upon apparently”

“Gee, you getting in trouble for voicing your opinion and trying to get others to rebel too? Noooo, doesn't sound like my best friend at all.” Danny rose a playful eyebrow

Sam shot him a knowing smirk “What can I say, I learned to make trouble from the best?”

“Who? Tucker?”

“You doofus.”

The two shared a cheerful laugh, the smiles lingering a moment longer as they caught each others gaze.

“I missed you” Sam admitted softly.

“Me too Sam” Danny replied “Umm....so....did Tucker....say anything particular about this...meet up?”

Sam's cheeks flushed with a pink hue “What? No! No, he just told me I was meeting you today for lunch and to share the good news. I mean I just found out I was expelled yesterday and I called him to see how you were doing because I thought you were busy with ghost stuff and he said you wanted to meet up for lunch and here we are. At lunch. Together. Why? Did....did he tell you something different?”

“Noooo” Danny shook his head quickly “No, no. He...he said he was going to treat me out for lunch and we would have a surprised guest who, I'm going to be honest, thought was going to be his girlfriend or something. I didn't think it was going to be you.”

“So Tucker left us with the bill huh?” Sam chuckled.

“That's so Tuck” Danny joked.

“Ah” The waiter walks gracefully towards the pair “Your date has arrived I see.”

The two teen blush uncontrollably.

“I'm not his...” Sam begins.

“We're not on a date” Danny adds in.

The waiter studies their faces for a moment, eyes narrowed in suspicion before easing into realization.

“Ah. My mistake. Forgive me.”

“No problem” Sam answers.

“Thanks buddy” Danny says with timid edge.

“Teens” The waiter thinks to himself with a mental eyeroll as he takes their orders.

#danny phantom #story au

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brokehorrorfan · 6 years

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Desecration will be released on Blu-ray on August 7 via Code Red DVD in association with Kino Lober. The original Super 16 film print is missing, so the Blu-ray is culled from the only existing Digibeta master tape.

The 1999 independent horror film is written and directed by Dante Tomaselli (Torture Chamber). Irma St. Paule, Christie Sanford, Danny Lopes, and Salvatore Paul Piro star.

Special features can be found below, where you can also read a message from Tomaselli regarding the release.

A note from Dante Tomaselli:

I'm happy to announce that Code Red and Kino are releasing my film, Desecration, on Blu-ray this August. For a while, I didn't think there would be any light at the end of the tunnel since the original Super 16 film print has been missing for years. It's still missing. I have a wild theory the Vatican secretly confiscated my nun nightmare around the time it made its world premiere at the1999 Fantafestival in Rome, Italy. Maybe too many Italian horror fans cheered during the film's scissor attack sequence where an innocent nun is violently slashed by a pair of floating scissors. It's weirdly prophetic that the name of the Catholic boarding school in Desecration is St. Anthony, the patron Saint of the Lost.

In any case, Bill Olsen at Code Red pushed hard for me to find the film print for many months. I searched and it's just gone. So this presentation of Desecration is culled from the only existing Digibeta master tape available, which means it's about the same picture quality as Image Entertainment's 2000 release. Chris at Imagimedia, who transferred Desecration, did fine work with having only a Digibeta master to up-res.

Finally, when Code Red asked me to send the original nun paintings for the Blu-ray cover art, I had to give them bad news: Those paintings are missing too! Update! I found the nun paintings (preserved on the Blu-ray cover) which were hiding in the basement of the Executive Producer's One Fifth Avenue NYC apartment. The film, though, was not there. Still, this gives me hope that it might one day appear but for now please enjoy this Blu-ray restoration of my first feature film, Desecration.

Special features:

Audio commentary by writer/director/composer Dante Tomaselli

Building the Torture Chamber featurette

Desecration - Original short film

Witches album featuring 13 tracks

Still gallery

Trailer

Desecration is a psychological chiller about a beyond-the-grave relationship between a teenage boy and his long-dead mother. Bobby, a 16-year-old loner, has been emotionally damaged by his mother's early death and a repressive Catholic upbringing. The boy accidentally causes a nun's death, triggering a chain of supernatural events and violent mayhem that leads Bobby into Hell to confront his mother. Powerful childhood demons are exorcised and unleashed as the gates of Hell open in this gripping, hallucinatory film.

#desecration #danny lopes #code red dvd #kino lorber #nunsploitation #dvd #gift

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victorluvsalice · 6 years

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Forgotten Vows Friday: FVV Character Profiles From Alice, Part 1

So -- who here remembers the Character Profiles from Alice: Madness Returns? If you’re not sure what I’m talking about, A:MR had an “extra content” section that included things like a sum-up of Alice’s history (for people who hadn’t played the first game), concept art galleries for each chapter, and the aforesaid character profiles -- a list of all the major (and some not-so-major) NPCs and enemies you meet in the game, along with a few cut content characters. Enemies are filled in as you meet them -- to get the NPCs, you have to collect bottles in the game (specifically, the blue ones -- the golden ones unlock the various concept art galleries). The profiles are written as if Alice herself was describing and giving her opinion on each character. Most are delightfully snarky -- if you don’t have the game, they’re happily available at the Alice Wiki.

Why do I bring this up? Well, I was working on the “fighting through Victor’s mind/Silent Burtonsville” chapters of “Fixing You” the other day, and it suddenly struck me that it might be fun to do profiles of the enemies I’ve invented for this story in the same style. That evolved into wanting to do profiles of some of the other major players of the universe, and -- well, here we are!

For this entry, we’re concentrating on “real world” people -- specifically, ones that weren’t already covered in the A:MR list. So don’t expect to see Dr. Wilson or Bumby on here. (There is one exception, but he was a very minor character in the original game, so. . .) Let’s start off with the other half of our OTP and work from there:

Victor Van Dort: Crown prince and heir to the Van Dort Cannery fortune, I expected to find a spoiled, delusional brat lurking under his unassuming (if incredibly tall and thin) face. Instead I encountered a skilled pianist, a talented artist, a loyal and unwavering friend, and a soul that fit so well with my own that not falling in love with him was impossible. Shame it took me the better part of two months to figure out my feelings!

William & Nell Van Dort: Victor's parents, by contrast, live down to expectations. Terrible social climbers with hardly a full set of manners between them, William might manage to be halfway decent company if not for his "better half" dominating every conversation. Nell combines the tactlessness of the Duchess with the temper of the Queen of Hearts -- one wonders how her son turned out as well as he did.

Victoria White: I have always lacked for female friends, even in my own mind -- who would have guessed that I would find one among my beloved's former beaus? Beneath a delicate, proper demeanor hides a strong will and a rebellious streak not quite stamped out by society. She’s not my Lizzie, but I wouldn’t have minded having her for a sister growing up.

Christopher White: A kindly old soul, he reminds me rather of my own friend the White Knight from Looking-Glass Land. With fewer gunpowder puddings and less falling off his horse, of course.

June Thatcher: My intended replacement at the Home, she arrived just too late to fall victim to Bumby's depredations, thankfully. She tends toward being overly cheerful and a bit too cuddly for my liking, but she's no fool. And her cooking more than makes up for any personality faults she possesses.

Harry Hightopp & Fred Tarrant: My initial assessment of a typical “by the book” bobby has been proven incorrect, much to my great surprise. Instead, these two minor cogs in the great machine that is London’s police force have proven to be friends truer and bluer than their uniforms. I consider it a great shame that I could not give them the pleasure of arresting Dr. Bumby, but circumstances forbid. At least they can clap his reputation in chains.

Danny Parker: From the far-off shores of California, visiting our shores to make his fortune. A simple fellow, but he dug Radcliffe out of his hole, earning him an automatic spot in my good books.

Jonathan Tailor: A reporter with a “nose for news,” the man has a talent for extending any conversation far past its natural lifespan. He lives for the sensational and the scandalous. But -- rare in a journalist -- he also seems to value the truth. His tenure on the London Illustrated News has made the paper my devoted fan -- I’ll take whatever allies I can get!

Harold Dickenson: More typical of his breed, Dickenson damns facts in favor of the story already with his head. One wonders why someone with such a poor way with people would choose a career where he was required to talk to them. A infrequent but irritating thorn in my side during Victor’s recovery. The London Weekly is better off without him on the payroll.

Old Amos & Paltry Pete: Bumby was not the only oozing sore of depravity to walk the streets of Whitechapel. These two brutes saw fit to attempt to continue on the “great work” on their own terms. Victor and I fought them off on ours.

Lizzie Liddell: My dearest sister, cut down in the prime of her life, only to rise back up again like a Phoenix in the Land of the Dead. Blue skin and rot may not have improved her complexion, but her mind is as sharp as ever. I’m truly honored to have helped facilitate her revenge on that undergraduate with the clammy hands and terrible bedside manner. Now, hopefully, we can make up for lost time.

Arthur & Lorina Liddell: Mama and Papa don’t quite look like their portrait anymore, sad to say. But death has not conquered their spirits. Worms may rend their flesh, and ravens pick their bones, but they’re still my parents, and I still love them.

Bonejangles: June’s skeletal older brother, he gives her cheer a dramatic flair. His music is curious but uplifting, his speech rough but friendly. A far cry from most of the undergraduates that passed through Papa’s halls -- he would have to be, to catch Lizzie’s eye.

#forgotten vows friday #forgotten vows verse #character profiles #this is hardly comprehensive but I think it covers most of the major players #the exception about 'not doing characters already listed in the A:MR profiles' is Fred #he's listed as Fred the Cop in the original set #but he's really just a representative of all the London Police there #I figured since I gave him and Harry distinct personalities they could have a joint spot #the Liddells don't count because they never made the A:MR list #and now it feels like they should be #I mean they're Alice's FAMILY after all #ah well #these were fun to write #I'm looking forward to doing the enemies set #I actually came up with a whole new enemy for this section while editing #it's creepy as fuck but I hope you like it #queued

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