Girls Will Be Boys

Goblet of Musical 2

Hermione Granger felt disoriented at everything that happened. Her lungs burn from the twin’s horrible produce as she cough harshly. She couldn’t understand why those two would make such an object. Racking her mind, she felt that these two were wasting their potential chasing after childish games instead of doing what their mother wanted. Them having good grade and getting jobs in the Ministry of Magic. Fred and George could do so much more then…party trick that should be grown out of.

“Mundum Aerem!” The voice of the Headmaster rang out as a sky blue spell hit the supernova color cloud above them. The brown hair bookworm let herself relax. Of course, the Headmaster had a spell to fix this rubbish and she couldn’t help wonder what book that spell was in. “Attention students! Due to events of what happened, classes are postponed until tomorrow.”

Hermione couldn’t help a groan of disappointment escape her mouth to join the cheers of her fellow Gryffindors. Really! They should be grateful to have such amazing classes.

“Please continue your lunch.” Professor Dumbledore continued over the loud hurrah. The old wizard chuckled at brighten faces. “Ah yes, yes. No classes. Ha ha! Also, many thanks to those who quickly stood up to with our dear Weasley’s confrontation.”

The smartest witch of her generation frown at the direction of the red hair girl from Beauxbatons. She could understand why that girl interfered with the Twins trying to straighten Ron out. Sure they were going to far like always with their useless jokes but how else was Ron going to snap out of his stupid jealous stupor.

“Harry. Harry!”

The said teen and her turn quickly to sound of Harry’s name. Hermione felt her frown turn into a scowl. Lavender Brown. The most annoying girl she has ever met, looking at the untidy black hair teen with urgency. ‘He should really brush his hair more. He’ll looks so unprofessional once he’s trys to get a job,’ She thought mindlessly. Once they met eyes, the look of urgency turned into a fierce determination.

”Lavender?” Harry asked nervously.

As he shifted foot to foot, she felt the urge to fix his posture.

“Well?” Lavender demanded. The green eyed boy let out a sound of confusion. “Aren’t you going after our Ronnie?”

“Our Ronnie?” The two out three of the Golden Trio interrupted in annoyance.

The blue eyed pure-blood Gryffindor continued as if they didn’t say anything. “He must be overwhelmed after something like this! How could those horrible boys do that to him? Aren’t they his brothers? If my sisters did that…oh Harry! Why haven’t you not gone after him? As his best friend, you should be there to help him with something so traumatic! You are his best friend right?”

“Of course I am!” The boy who live snarl, puffing up like an enraged cat.

“Then go!”

Both girls watch as the male pivoted and rushed out the of dinning hall. Lavender let out a sigh at the comforting thought that her favorite boy was getting the support he deserves. Specially with all those dumb, unfounded accusations of him being jealous of his Harry being rumored across the castle. Then her turquoise blue eyes met unamused brown eyes.

“What was that?” Hermione growled crossing her arms.

Lavender sneered at her and hiss; “Well, we all know you weren’t going to help out. This is far above your emotional level.”

A shrill; “What is that?!”

Lavender stood up to her full height and look down at her rival. Once again Hermione felt something she hasn’t felt since the first year. Something that she work hard not to fell again. The real reason she stay late in the library, other then the hungry for knowledge.

(It was the first her night at Hogwarts and Hermione couldn’t wait to interact with her roommates. Finally people just like her in this world that she would have never even dream of! Patting her hair down, brushing her robes for imagery dust and grabbing her book, Hogwarts: A History, waiting gleefully to meet the girls she was now living with. Imagine her greatest disappointment and shock when four girls came in talking about beauty and love magic!

How shallow! How can they think of something like that when they should be thinking about using magic to better the state of muggle and wizard interaction. Specifically, that curly blonde girl who was taking pride in such arts. Does she not remember women fighting to be more than makeup wear stay at home mothers? The protest against the sexism of Miss America pageant in 1968? The women rights to vote in 1920?

The room became quiet.

“Excuse me?” A cold tone of voice asked.

Oh…did she say that out loud?

“Please do repeat yourself.” The tone became a snarl. Hermione felt a shiver go down her spine as her eyes met sharp turquoise blue eyes that bore down on her. The brown hair girl unconsciously took a step back. “What was this bout us being shallow? Go on. Tell us.”

For once Hermione Granger, kid prodigy, felt as if she was the smallest and dumbest person in the room. She loath the feeling. *I-I called you shallow because you’re chasing after s-such useless things. What’s the use of love and beauty when y-you can do something far more useful?”

Everyone in the room stared at her in wide eye dumbfounded annoyance. She couldn’t help but feel like she was gaining ground for herself. The brown eyed bookworm took their silence as a surrender to her words. It felt like it always did when she won an argument with her brain. Well…at least until Lavender Brown stalked up towards her like a predator. A lioness on a hunt if you will. The curly, blonde haired girl reached out with a delicate hand and gripped her chin. A viper snatching its prey, a twisted sneer on her pale perfect face. Even in this awful situation, Hermione couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy over the other’s skin.

“You don’t know anything about the wizarding word, do you?” Came the sound of a mocking question. Anger blaze, hotter within her. “Not even two hours and you act like you know everything.”

“I-I read Hogwarts: A His-”

The hand tighten its grip.

“A useless book that has nothing on actually living your whole life in the magical world. Word of advice, don’t be disrespecting another’s culture.” Lavender scorned, pushing the other away before walking to her chosen bed. The now most disliked girl let out a gasp as she stumbled back. “Less you end up at the end of someone else’s wand. Also, don’t be going around breaking bones or losing ‘em. Skele-Go is a potion created by a lame Beauty Witch after all.”

“Aren’t there a handful of Beauty Witches working in St Mungo’s Hospital?” A black girl, Kellen Rosier, with twin brown ponytails asked nervously, looking between the two.

”Y-yeah.” The girl, Fay Dunbar, with an auburn pixie cut and slanted eyes, piped up. She waved her arm loosely, almost hitting the last girl, Parvati Patil, with a braid. “They work with those who don’t have arms and stuff!”

With that, everyone went back to talking. Hermione felt as if something became close to her. I don’t need them. She thought in anger, wiping tears away. I’ll prove I’m better than them all.

She spent the months after unable to see her reflection in the mirror in the girl’s dorm room. At least until she befriend the two boys who obviously need her. Should have known a talking mirror was a creation of a Beauty Witches.)

“Whoa there, Lav.” Parvati reached out to pull her best friend back.

“Ugh…not again.” Kellen mumbled sharing a look with Fay. She rolled her dark brown eyes as she gestured tiredly around the table causing Fay to giggle. “Dick measuring contest much.”

“Be nice.” Fay whisper with a loud snort. Neville Longbottom look at her with a crooked smile. Blushing in embarrassment she let out a cough to get their attention. “Ladies! Ladies! Leave that shit in the common rooms.”

“Shouldn’t we be joining Harry in running after. Ron?” Dean Thomas asked anxiously.

Lavender shook her head. Confronting Ron was Harry’s job and they couldn’t interfere. Jealousy scratch at her ears for her small blossoming crush but knew that Ron would not look her way. Not with Harry standing in front of him. So she opened her mouth to rebuff Dean before the all great knowing-it all jumped it.

“Of course not.” Hermione lofty declined, her nose slightly in the air. Hands tightened on her arms. “In fact, we shouldn’t have Harry indulge Ronald’s tantrum.”

Her dark brown eyes blacken with despisement.

Lavender bared her teeth as string instruments sung in her ears. “Tantrum?”

“Ronald is just being stupid for being jealous of Harry’s name being called. Which is rubbish! I get that he feels overshadowed by his brothers but honestly-”

“Jealous?!” A snarl of a lioness rage filled the air. Everyone still in the room jumped in fright. Parvati jumped to her feet and seized her taller friend with Fay. Both girls struggled to hold the enraged Beauty Witch-in-training back. Seamus, who was slowly agreeing with the brunette, fell off the bench with a shout. “How fucking dare you?!”

“How dare I?!” Came the hissing reply. The room became dark, cold and quiet except for the rubato tempo that was rising. For a petrifying moment, Hermione felt as if she was in the Forbidden Forest back in first year. “How dare you! I know my boys. I know Ron. He is being a sodding jealous twat that needs to get over himself for Harry!”

She knows them?

Lavender scoffs.

“Oh? Hmm…I see how it is. Hermione knows best. Hermione’s the adult.” The middle child of the Brown clan sang with a mocking facsimile smile. Neville gently pulled Kellen closer to his side at the sight of her shiver. He could understand, Lavender has never sound like this before. “Such a clever, grown-up miss. Hermione knows best.”

The voice of the child prodigy echoed in the air.

They’re acting like children.

“Fine, if you’re so sure now! Go ahead and prove me wrong.”

Either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed-or worst, expelled!

“This is what we want. This is what we need to see. Prove us the jealousy. We’ll see! Trust me, my dear. This is how a friendship ends.”

Rubbish.

“I won’t say I told you so.”

Hermione felt her eyes burn as everything became blurry. She desperately racked her brain to stop this. She knew her boys. She knew them. Lavender knew nothing. That girl was just a bubble, blonde bimbo. The smart girl was always right. She was always right. Brown was just a middle school equivalent of a cheerleader. She couldn’t compare to her at all. AT ALL!

“No, Hermione knows best. So if you’re such a genius,” The pure-blood spat angrily, getting into the muggle-born’s space. “Go and put it to the test. If you fail…”

Tears dripped onto the floor.

”Don’t come crying…”

Hermione pivot on the heels of her feet and ran out.

“I saw it all.”

She was the smartest witch of her generation.

~.~.~.~

Percy looked at what looked like a broadway musical scene his great aunt Muriel and her younger son John took him to as a child. He couldn’t help but be impress. He didn’t know his fellow pure-blood had such a pair of lungs. Well maybe he shouldn’t be that shock. The brown family were known not only for birthing witches with strong skills in beauty and love spells but entertainer of theater.

He watched and felt the dinning hall filled with warmth and light once again. The third child of the Weasley family let out a sigh as he sunk into his chair. Why did his brothers have to do something like this?

The mocking.

The disrespect.

The dangerous pranks they play.

Percy was tired.

He was use to having all this actions being used on him. He was use to this.

But going after Ron, who was practically begging them to let him go? Percival Septimus Weasley was not going to let that slide. (Like when he made sure that they didn’t get away with almost killing Ron with a sodding acid lollipop. Did they even think what would happen if Ron had swallowed it? There’s a reason why those things were not snacks for children but for adults.) Just because his mother is too soft in disciplining the twins that apparently remind her of her brothers, doesn’t mean he is. He was going to make sure those two idiots understood what they did was wrong.

Now where are those tweebs?

please, op was my father. you can call me prev

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Stalling

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[later]

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feeling called out today

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I'm new to the Phandom, and was wondering who the heck is Wes? Did I miss an episode or something that he was mentioned in?

Basically. Wes Weston is this background character that appears for exactly one scene in the whole goddamn show.

He has no lines, he doesn’t do anything except stand and then run. He’s virtually the most useless character in the entirety of the Danny Phantom series.

The thing is, what the phandom realized, is that he has the exact same character model as Danny Fenton. He’s just a ginger instead.

They deadass took the MAIN CHARACTER’S model sheet, swapped the hair and eye colors, made him a lil taller, added a few freckles, and was like “yeah no one will notice this.”

Oh, but we did notice it.

So we were like “this is fucking hysterical” and all collectively—because, remember, what the hell even is canon in this show—that he was going to be a prominent character in fanon. And now he is.

His name, Wes Weston, comes from the class ring that Jack gives to Danny during the lil arc when he is dating Valerie. Jack engraves the ring with Sam’s name (because he thinks Danny’s dating Sam), and during a scene where Danny has to go chase after a ghost, he gives the ring to Sam to hold onto so he doesn’t lose it.

But then Sam holds the ring upside-down and so “Sam” on the ring becomes “Wes.”

The last name of Weston was just one of those, “Hey how dumb would that be if his name was Wes Weston?” “Lol that’s such a dumb fucking name I hate it.” “Ok it’s fanon now.” “Lmfao.”

So now Wes Weston needed a backstory. And because he looks exactly the same as Danny Fenton, and because we all know that Danny’s absolutely atrocious at keeping his double life a secret, fanon decided that instead of the town discovering that Danny Fenton is Danny Phantom, what if everyone just thought Wes was Phantom? Because, ya know, they look so similar? And Wes actually seems to have some athletic skill? (**See Edit for updated backstory)

And because it’s hilarious?

So that took off, where everyone thinks Wes is Phantom, and the A-listers think he’s super weird because he’s part ghost, and Wes is going out of his mind because he’s the only one (outside of the trio and Jazz) that actually knows that Danny is Phantom but no one believes him.

And oh man, does Wes try to prove it. He stakes out Fenton’s house, follows ghost attacks, brings cameras everywhere with him, but no matter how hard he tries, all his plans are foiled. Maybe a stray ectoblast breaks his camera, maybe all the pics he gets are super blurry, maybe Danny steals the memory chip from him—no matter what, Wes never gets proof.

And Danny? The general fanon hc is that he’s having an absolute fucking blast annoying the shit out of Wes with every chance he gets.

Check out some awesome comics and stuff of this: [here] / [here] / [here] / [here]

and this hilarious video animatic thing of wes: [here]

So yeah! Hope that helped! I fucking adore Wes as a phandom creation, and I’m glad his legacy has lasted all these years!

**EDIT: Over the years in phandom, Wes’s role in the series has changed from the people of Amity Park claiming that he is Phantom, to the people of Amity Park just regarding him as a crazy conspiracy theorist. Occasionally, the insinuation that “Wes is Phantom” is made, but it’s mostly seen sarcastically in phanon now. Wes has also been given a brother Kyle Weston who, as a foil of Wes, is a relaxed teen boy who does not believe in ghosts at all. 

Wally’s Bird

Wally: *reborn into a new world, memories come back at 5 years old* Ah

Wally: *learns that there are still heroes* Thank god…

Wally: *at eight years old finds out that his best friend has gone missing with his whole family* Ahh

Wally: *the Grayson are now a cold case, he’s missing his other half and there is no such thing as sidekicks* Ahhh

Wally: *Is in Gotham with his Aunt Iris, at the age of thirteen, for a news conversation. Has someone fly into their room, rolls across and stops at his feet* Ahhhh

Wally: But we’re ten stories high?! *Sees that the large lump at his feet. Freaks internally at the sight of his best friend’s ink stained face and panicky threw him into the bathroom where the shower is still running* Ahhhhh

Batman: *burst in three minutes later, thank god the window was open* Where’s the Talon?

Wally: *close to having a meltdown* What the fuck is a Talon?

Batman: *scrutinizing the room and zero’s in on the bathroom* Who’s in there?

Wally: My aunt, you furry pervert.

Batman: Been in there for a long day.

Wally: It’s been a long day.

*Batman walks towards the bathroom and Wally pops in front of him*

Wally: Whoa there undies on suit. That’s my aunt. Get out or I’ll call the Flash and security.

Batman: No metas in Gotham.

Wally: *snorts* Do I give a fuck? *pulls out his phone* Everyone knows Flash pops up in Gotham once in a while. The fans keep track Batsy.

*Stare down between the two, Wally wins and Batman takes off*

Wally: Pussie

TalonDick: *pops up next to him* Pussie

Wally: *Internal screaming*

dazatsu angst 😔😔😔

yoinked the audio from here.

Jason's been pestering Danny about why he looks like a borderline walking corpse for ages and Danny has decided to put his lying skills to the test. (he has none)

rambling below cut

I've been playing w the idea that the more Danny transforms, the more his ghost form gets "lively" while his human form gets weaker and more sickly. He knows that if he keeps transforming like this then, one day, he's not going to have a livable body to go back to, but he really doesn't want to think about all that. He's more interested in the weird "totally dead but not dead" Wayne son who may or may not have a thing for his sister.

everytime i do one these im like "this time I'll keep it simple so I don't have to suffer through colouring bc I have zero foresight—it'll be greyscale at most" and then all of the sudden its 4am and i'm trying to finish a stupid comic but i decided to add "some" colour to spice it up and hide my shitty ink job and then SOME COLOUR ALWAYS BECOMES FULL COLOUR WHY CAN I NOT ESCAPE THIS STUPID CYCLE!!

(did this all stem from me not being able to decide between a super pale character design and one w a vibrant tan bc I love white hair + tan but I also love extremely pale albino so I forced myself to find a way to make both work? never! that's absurd!)