#danny gonzalez hcs

[2danny2furious]

Haunt

Danny Gonzalez X Reader

wk: 3.4k

blurb: When you fill in as Danny’s videographer for his ghost-hunting trip to the infamous Stanley Hotel, you expect creepy corridors and bad Wi-Fi—not this kind of tension. (Based on this video)

A little angst, a little fluff, a little spice. Minors: there is suggestive material towards the end but not explicit material so please approach the one shot accordingly ❤️

He’s just not into you– not professionally, not platonically, and definitely not romantically. Despite the fact that you’re working the camera on your first assignment for him, Danny’s eyes seem to move right through you, his voice clipped, sending one syllable directions your way when the monitor isn’t showing a perfect read.

“Left.” “Zoom.” “Again.”

No please, no thanks, no good job—just the bare minimum, like you’re an inconvenient piece of equipment he didn’t ask for.

Which, technically, you are.

You flew out to Colorado from California last-minute after your mutual friend Jake—Danny’s longtime editor, and videographer—came down with food poisoning. (“Bad sushi,” he’d groaned over the phone. “Save me from myself.”)

You’d been a fan of Danny’s videos since his skits were filmed in his dorm room and his punchlines were seven second Vine wonders. You flew in the night before Christmas Eve, missing time with your family just in the excitement to see Danny behind the scenes. But now, you feel like the only true ghost in this shitty tourist trap mansion.

You’re sitting in his hotel room, as he scans the old carpet with an EMF reader.

“You good with that lighting?” he asks, not looking at you as he adjusts his mic pack.

“Yeah,” you say, too quickly. “I mean, unless you want it more eerie? I can—”

You’re interrupted by the loud zipper of his equipment pouch opening as dull plastic thuds together in his search for something he hasn’t told you about. He’s not even listening to you anymore. You clench your teeth and bury the burn of humiliation for the millionth time today as you watch him slam batteries into a flashlight, the reader, and a ridiculous headset he’s wearing.

You watch him through the monitor, tuning out his charming babbling to keep yourself from getting hurt by the insane contrast of how warm he is only when there’s a camera between you. You realize that he’s now sniffing the floor like a bloodhound, nose scrunched in concentration around a “cold spot.” The EMF scan shows a large patch of something wet, which leads off into a tiny glowing trail. Wait.

“...Is it pee?” you say.

Danny freezes. For a second, you think you’ve crossed a line—but then his shoulders shake. A snort escapes him. Not the performative, for-the-audience sarcastic laugh from his videos, but something real and startled. It’s cute. So cute.

“Oh my god, what?” He looks up at you, half-offended, half-delighted. “Why would hotel cleaner be my first guess?”*

He actually giggles, and you feel your chest warm. He’s looking at you, smiling with his cheeks flushed pink and his eyes blazing blue with mist.

The moment breaks when his phone sounds an alarm. “Shit,” he says. “We’re going to be late for the underground tour.”

And then his back is to you, sauntering towards the door and out, and all you can do is follow.

*

The hotel’s underground tunnels are colder than you expected, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and something faintly metallic. Your camera's night-vision casts everything in a sickly green hue as you descend.

Vanessa, the lead guide, stops where the passage opens into a cavernous ice cellar. Frost crackles along the walls.

"This is where the night watchman went mad in 1932," she says, lantern light carving shadows under her eyes. "He swore the hotel manager's wife—who'd drowned in the lake out back—was standing down here every night, wringing lakewater from her hair." She pauses dramatically.

"They found him frozen to death right where you're standing, his hands clawing at his own throat... like something had been pouring water down it. His throat was found to be clogged with seaweed that looked exactly like a woman’s long, mangled braid."

You zoom in on Danny's Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard. His fingers hover near Vanessa's elbow as they walk—whether to steady himself or her, you can’t tell.

She adds, "Guests still report hearing gurgling sounds down here."

The camera catches it all: Danny's nervous knee bounce, the way candlelight illuminates the crinkles around his eyes when he laughs at Vanessa's joke about "cold feet," how his gaze slides right past you like you are part of the wall.

Tom, the junior guide, takes over in the servants' passage. His voice is warmer, his delivery charming as he points to a large rusted hook on the ceiling. "This is where the chef hung himself after the 1911 avalanche trapped guests here for three weeks. Strange thing is—" he lowers his voice, "—every December, that hook starts swinging on its own. Kitchen staff keep removing it... but it always reappears."

A draft makes the lantern flames flicker madly. You shiver, and when Tom notices, he steps closer, his shoulder brushing yours.

"Too much?" he murmers. "We can skip the hanging pantry if our guests—"

"We're good on footage," Danny cuts in. He’s not looking at you, but Vanessa. He points to her phone. "Show me those spirit photos again?"

The camera's red light winks out under your thumb.

As the rest of the tour group takes the tours built in free time to wander the passageways, Tom falls into step beside you.

"So," he says, voice low, "you always let YouTube guys boss you around haunted basements?"

"Only the ones who forget I'm a person when the camera's off." The words slip out before you’ve processed them, and Tom huffs a laugh.

"His loss." He nods at your rig. "You've got a steadier hand than most pros who come through here."

You are about to respond when movement catches your eye—Danny leaning over Vanessa's phone, his arm braced against the tunnel wall behind her. She swipes through blurry images while he nods with that focused intensity he reserves for everyone but you. "This one's insane," he breathes, and you look away before the bitterness can crawl up your throat.

You let Tom fill your brain with some his funnier ghost stories— lights turning off anytime he starts to pee in the bathrooms, DUMDUM wrappers materializing within seconds on his desk whenever he’s working the graveyard shift, and his shoelaces becoming tied together whenever he’s talking to a girl he finds pretty.

“Well,” you tease, “your shoelaces look definitively normal.”

“Maybe they’re giving me a break,” says Tom. “Maybe they want you to want me too.”

He’s not handsome, he's not ugly, but he’s warm and kind, and he’s leaning into you to give you a kiss you desperately need. The touch of a human, tangible proof you’re not worthless. Your lips barely touch when you hear Danny bark your name, telling you it’s time to head up.

Embarrassed, you lean away from Tom, who just smiles knowingly. “Let’s go,” he says. “I’ll find you when you’re done with work.”

Back in the lobby's electric light, Danny corners you near the front desk. "Did you get footage of the pictures she was showing me?"

Your mouth drops open. "Shit. I'm sorry, I thought you said—"

"You thought I said what?" His voice is a blade. "Are you not a fucking UCLA film grad? You have no initiative?"

"I'm sorry, let me go talk to her—"

"Forget it. Why don't you just go back to flirting with Tom? You're here to have fun, right? Not work?"

Vanessa materializes beside you. "Come on, angel," she says, touching your arm. "Let's go back down. I'll reshoot everything with you."

Danny's anger evaporates the second she speaks. You are both aware now that everyone in the lobby is frozen still, watching you.

"Shit, I'm sorry," he says—to her, not you—running a hand through his hair. "Didn't mean to cause trouble for you guys. Your shift's over, go have fun. Our mistakes aren't your problem to fix."

You follow Danny toward the elevators, emotion choking your throat. That honeyed tone—the one he uses with Vanessa, with the staff, with the other guests, with literally everyone but you—echoes in your skull and you stand in silence a few feet away from Danny, waiting for this elevator that won’t come. You still have so many segments to shoot but the thought of being near him for a single more second makes you wish you were another ghost victim and God, this elevator is not coming.

Danny exhales sharply through his nose, then veers toward the stairwell exit. The metal door slams behind him, the clang of his footsteps on the stairs fading as he ascends alone.

When the elevator finally comes, you let the tears fall. You hit the fifth floor and find yourself running past curious guests, past the flickering hallway sconces, until you crash through the women's bathroom door. Your best friend's contact photo blurs as you stabbed the call button, your breath coming in wet hitches against the phone.

"Hey," you manage when she answers, "remember how I said this gig would be fun...?"

She sighs empathetically, and you hear a movie in the background become paused. “Is a man being a disappointment?”

“Yes,” you sniffle. "He's so funny and goofy and charming on camera, but so weird et when it's off! Everyone said he's a nice guy but he's-well he's not a nice guy. He's fucking weird! Only to me! It's like he's acting or something, l don't know!"

Your best friend is silent for a beat. "Well. He is a former theater kid." You could hear her crunching popcorn through the phone. "It's on you for expecting normalcy."

"No, no, you're right-"

"Why do you care so much? Aren’t the Hollywood execs so much worse?"

You pick at a loose thread on your sweater.

"I don't know. I guess he's... well, he's hot. And funny. And I love his videos. It just stings to be so repulsive to him. It’s not that I want to date him or anything, but can't he at least be nice? Like on a normal human-to-human level? I’m missing Christmas for this!"

“Im so sorry angel,” she says. "Don’t you have a red eye? Just get your bag and go. Like, go to Denver. Go out. Drink. Have fun. Have rough, hot anonymous sex. Fuck this guy."

“You’re right,” you say. “I love you.”

You hang up, staring at your puffy-eyed reflection. After a few more embarrassed sniffles, you wash your face, reapply your makeup with military precision, and twist your hair up into a claw clip. The mirror shows someone who looks like they have their life together-someone who definitely wasn't about to spend Christmas Eve with an apathetic ass hat.

Danny isn’t in his room when you go to find him, and in the end you discover him pacing the lobby as you approach, his sneakers squeaking on the marble.

"I'm heading to the airport early," you announce.

He checks his watch. "Six hours early?"

"Yeah. Just want to be safe."

The receptionist chooses this moment to clear his throat.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am." His smile is painfully polite.

"As I was just telling Mr.Gonzalez, all roads to Denver are closing. There's a snowstorm coming-we won't have clear roads until morning at the earliest."

As if on cue, your phone chirps with a flight delay notification. You aren’t expected to leave until tomorrow morning now. Outside, the first fat flurries began spiraling past the windows, dancing as if to taunt you.

"She'll be staying with me," Danny says. His voice has a warmth you’ve been craving all day, but you know this is because he wants you to finish the video and get his checklist complete.

"I think I’m done for the day," you say coldly. “I’ll happily cover my own space.”

Danny holds your gaze as the receptionist taps his keyboard.

"All our rooms are booked for tonight-Christmas Eve and all. But!" He brightens. "There's a lovely motel down the road-"

"The one where actual murders happened?" Danny leans on the desk, his cheeks flushing. "Wasn't there a human trafficking ring busted there last summer?"

The receptionist's smile doesn’t waver. It says, quite clearly: Not my problem.

You sigh and turn on your heels, heading to the elevators as Mariah Carey cries in Christmas happiness over the hotel speakers. You hear Danny’s steps in quick succession behind you, and you both are once again facing the elevators in awkward silence.

Danny finally clears his throat. "So. Room situation." He won’t meet your eyes, fiddling with his keycard. "I can film the rest by myself. You should take the bed and get some rest."

The unexpected decency hits like a punch to the ribs. You think of the LA producer who'd thrown a latte at your head for "missing his good side," the cameraman who'd "accidentally" grazed your waist every time he reached for a lens. Danny had paid you upfront. Had only really gotten mad at you not getting footage.

"Wait." The words tumble out before you could can stop them. "I'm—god, I'm sorry. I've been so unprofessional. You're not even the worst boss I've had this month, and I—"

"No, stop.” Danny runs a hand through his hair, his cheeks in flames. "I shouldn't have yelled. You're doing fine. I'm just..."

A muscle jumps in his jaw. "Got dumped by my high school girlfriend right before this trip. Holiday and family stuff's got me acting like a total dick. And I’m sorry."

The confession hangs between you, raw as the winter wind rippling through the hallways. Your eyes meet. You're looking in his eyes, tender, and you’re trying not to drown in them. And he’s looking at yours. And you swear he can hear your heart.

The elevator chimes and Danny suddenly stiffens, shoving his hands in his pockets

"Anyway. Not your problem."

The silence in the mirrored elevator is suffocating. You watch his reflection chew his lip, both of you pretending not to notice the other looking.

"I’ll take the couch," he says abruptly when the doors ding open.

"No, Danny, it's your room, and I’m not even finishing what you paid me for. I’m totally fine."

"Yeah, well, you don't want to sleep on that couch." A ghost of a smirk plays on his lips.

He opens the room door and immediately reaches for the thermal light.

The stains on the hotel couch glow neon purple. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what they are. You both stare at them in horrified silence until he says, “I’m gonna be honest I don’t want to sleep on that either. I’ll take my chances with piss floor.”

"Let's just share the bed," you say. "It's a king. We can put some pillows in between us."

Your face burns the moment the words leave your mouth, and you can't bear to see his reaction. You grab your backpack from the floor and hurry into the bathroom, emerging minutes later in the silk pajama set you'd packed.

Danny is already sprawled on the bed, a neat line of pillows dividing his side from yours. He’s down to boxers and a threadbare t-shirt, the fabric riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of toned stomach. One arm is thrown dramatically over his eyes.

"Too tired to film," he grumbles. "Turn off the light and call it a day."

You flick the switch, plunging the room into darkness save for the faint glow of the emergency exit sign under the door. The bed dips as you slide under the covers, putting as much distance between you and the pillow barricade as possible.

For a long moment, there’s only the sound of the old hotel creaking around you—the groan of pipes, the whisper of wind against the windows. Then, a sharp thud from somewhere down the hall.

You hear the sheets rustle, the dividing line depressed by his body, his head propped up by a hand, his eyes finding yours in the dark.

"...You heard that too, right?" His voice is tight.

"Yeah," you say, "Probably just the heating system."

Another thud. Closer this time.

Danny exhales sharply. "Cool. Right."

In the dim light, his profile is all sharp angles—jaw clenched, lashes fluttering against his cheek as he stares resolutely at the ceiling.

"You okay?" you ask softly.

"Peachy." His fingers dig into the comforter. "Just. You know. Ghosts."

A surprised laugh escapes you. "Danny Gonzalez is scared of ghosts? After a whole day proving they’re not real?"

"Shut up," he mutters, but there’s no bite to it. "I can handle —" Another creak from the hallway cuts him off, and he swears under his breath.

You hesitate, then slowly reach across the pillow divide, your fingers brushing his wrist. "Hey. Breathe. It’s just an old building."

His skin is warm under your touch. For a second, he doesn’t move—then his hand twists, his fingers lacing with yours. His eagerness to lean into your touch surprises you, and the action goes unmentioned by you both. You don’t understand his mind, but you let yourself feel this softness, whether it be purely because he’s scared or whether it’s because he’s really warming to you.

"...You’re really not freaked out?" he asks after a beat.

You shrug, even though he can’t see it. "I grew up in a house that made noises like this. Kind of comforting, honestly."

His grip on your hand relaxes slightly as he lays back down, your bodies closer, your fingers still intertwined. You're not sure if it’s his heart you’re hearing or your own.

Two hours pass. His breathing evens out, his thumb absently tracing circles against your knuckles until it stills completely. The weight of his hand in yours is heavy with sleep.

And now you’re hyper-aware of every inch of him—the heat of his body just a pillow’s width away, the way his shirt has ridden up further, revealing the faint trail of hair leading beneath his waistband. The soft, sleepy sound he makes when he shifts, his leg brushing against yours under the covers.

You stare up at the ceiling, painfully awake. You’re holding hands with Danny Gonzales in a potentially haunted hotel bed, and you're pretty sure you're going to spontaneously combust before sunrise. Your legs kick, your shoulders fidget, your breath huffs. You try and try to squeeze your eyes shut, willing sleep to come. But then—

"Every time I open my eyes," Danny murmurs, voice rough with exhaustion, "you're still awake. You okay?"

“Ghosts,” you say quickly. “I’m uh, scared.”

"Bullshit." His thumb strokes your knuckles, slow and deliberate. "You're not scared. You told me you're not scared."

This time his touch isn’t just him being scared. This time his fingers tightening around yours means something, but he’s confusing you so much you could cry. You can’t think of a response, your mind stuck on processing every cell aflame from his skin on yours.

"Tell me what you need."

"Need?" You swallow hard. "I don't need anything."

"Yeah, you do." His voice drops, rough as gravel. “Tell me."

Your pulse thrums in your throat.

"Fine. I need to know why you were such a jerk to me today. What you think of me, what you’re doing. You’re hot and cold, and you shut me out and bring me in– I mean, you’re holding my hand still and I just–"

"It's not rocket science." He exhales sharply. "Girlfriend broke up with me. First and only person l've ever been with. Now I'm doing the holidays alone, away from my family, away from the one person I thought would always be there."

His fingers tense against yours. "And then there's you-gorgeous, funny, charming, smarter than me, way out of my league-and I want you. And I’m out of practice and I know I can’t have you. So yeah. Not my proudest moment, but... surprised after all those film classes you didn’t figure that out."

Your heart stops. "Who said you couldn't have me?"

Danny laughs—a startled, breathless sound.

"That's what you got from all that?"

Heat floods your face. You're grateful for the dark.

Another beat of silence. Then, softer: "You still haven't told me what you really need."

Your body moves before your brain catches up. You roll over, facing him. The pillow barricade is long forgotten.

"You tell me," you whisper. "What do you think I need?"

Danny doesn't hesitate. He closes the distance between you in one smooth motion, his breath warm against your lips as he murmurs—

“Like your friend said. Rough, hot, anonymous sex.”

Your stomach drops. Oh god. He heard your phone call.

Before you can panic, his hand slides up your waist, fingers splaying over your ribs.

"Or," he adds, voice dipping lower, "I can be nice. If that's what you want."

You don't get a chance to answer.

His mouth crashes into yours in a heat you’ve never felt before. There’s a promise in the way his hungry hands are reaching for the hem of your silk pajama pants, a promise he’ll possess you in ways that will haunt you all the way home.

[k1tkatzzz]

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[shinysparklesapphires]

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[murderandjambalaya]

Stick figure hcs!!!

It’s been a while since I got on tumblr and I STILL haven't posted, like, anything about my hcs (except for old writing from before I switched accts & devices but SHUSH WE’RE NOT LOOKING AT THOSE), so here’s some stick-focused world building stuff (mostly the hollowheads)!

rambles. Very much rambles. Only some coherent rambles. This is your only warning.

WTF IS A GENDER

Most sticks are closer to drawings or computer programs than humans, and their perception of gender reflects this! A few sticks across the outernet might take on more traditionally human genders, but most sticks see gender and pronouns as a fluid extension of their personality and self-expression. How attached a stick is to their gender varies from each individual to the next. That being said, most stick figure “genders” are more like pronouns (or lack of them) + flavors. My flavor hcs for the sticks (or at least the ones I have a clear idea of) are: (EDIT - this was supposed to be gender flavors and it slowly flew away from that but it’s long enough that I don’t want to delete it. I am so sorry.)

Red- uses she/he, cat videos, brainrot, bright blue artificial dye, time-out corner, three yo-yos at once

Orange- uses xe/xem, Yippee, Power of Friendship, orange juice mixed with caffeine in a Monster Energy can, loaf of bread, Take On Me music video but make it cosmic horror

Yellow- uses she/they, raccoon covered in car grease holding a wrench, ridiculously thick goggles+gloves, tism, curious. A bit too curious. Why are you googling “how to get away with arson.”

Green- uses he/him, disaster bi, theater kid (only derogatory during the influencer arc), WHAT’S UP DEMONS, it’s ME, yaoiYA BOI, Siren by Kailee Morgue

Blue- uses all prns, witchcore, “my farmer gf- or as I like to call her, my crop top,” if their eyes open yk you’re fucked, LET HIM COOOKKKK, rhubarb & lemon, Willow from ToH, 🫵rehab

Ourple- uses he/they, moth, capitalism, product is dairy free (father has not returned with the milk yet), “hello, Zuko here,” you’re literally broke how do you have so many suits, anxiety, Cavetown, flower crowns, psychological warfare, “DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE A PLASTIC BAG*ugly sobbing*”, birb. Birb is love. Birb is life. grisp the birb.

Chosen- uses he/him (anything but ‘it’), Shadow the Hedgehog, Falling in Reverse, Transcendental Cha Cha by Tom Cardy but make it the seven stages of grief, Sobbing on the Ground, *pac man noises*, traumacore, Alan gave me depression bc he knew otherwise I would beat him in hand-to-hand combat at 14, eats pizza crust-first, coffee as dark and bitter as my soul, cornered stray dog, 🇺🇸F🇺🇸R🇺🇸E🇺🇸E🇺🇸D🇺🇸O🇺🇸M🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸🍔🍔🍔🍔🍟🍟🍔🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸

Dark- uses he/they (‘it’ when the mission code is in control), Murder, “spider-man, spider-man, does whatever a- OH NO NOT THE CHILDREN,” the crackling sound of a circuit board being broken in half and emitting sparks, ✨extra✨, shoplifting from Hot Topic on a Thursday, I’m Gonna Kill Santa Clause by Danny Gonzalez, masculine but like in a peacock way, knife pronounced “kuh-NIFF-eey”, chaos, the Sillies (aka bloodlust so strong I could commit a felony. Perhaps even multiple felonies.)

Vic- uses she/her (annoying local qpr always wearing the same gender), a woman politician???!!/pos, I’ve been near you for five whole minutes when are you going to murder me already, wet cat, tears, fluffy blankets, bones, space, I miss my wife, Tails. I miss her a lot.

MT- uses he/him, musty crusty Old Man, *eyebrows widen in surprise*, Flashbacks to The War, beefing with literal children, Dad Jokes, dust, depression

Agent- no time to Gender, never beating the loyal dog allegations, lost all whimsy in The Great Fire of 1941, “I just wanna be part of your SYMPHONYYYY,” ink, crunchy, fucked-up lil guy/w bg explosions for dramatic effect, IM SMITH SHADY YES IM THE REAL SHADY ALL YOU OTHER SMITH SHADIES ARE JUST IMITATING SO WONT THE REAL SMITH SHADY PLEASE STAND UP PLEASE STAND UP PLEASE STAND UP

Mitsi- uses she/her, Girlboss, actually the woman ever, paint, daffodils, ashes, earl grey tea, :3 “friend-shaped”

Gold- uses all prns, ash baby, space but it’s a liquid that will suck you into it, LET ME OUT, crayons, cotton, sunlight, glitter, sand, Minecraft end poem

Corndog guy- money, corndogs, repressed godhood, Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan

Did any of that make any sense? Admittedly, no. Am I saying that if you bit into Red, you would taste artificial blue dye and cat videos? Yes. Absolutely. For added fun, read these like Ao3 tags.

WTF ARE THE HOLLOWHEADS

In my hcs, the hollowheads are not siblings *coughcoughchodarkpropaganda*. However, Vic and Cho are practically twins. Why? A hollowhead’s physical appearance (since I usually draw them like Fleshy Human People) is mostly determined by their creator’s intentions when creating them. Alan can only see them in stick form, so their appearance being shaped by his intentions is kinda like how ppl have hcs of their ocs that are still a part of them even though they’re only in the creator’s head and haven’t been drawn yet. Vic and Cho are so similar bc they’re only in we’re both drawn as punching bags, even though Cho was a challenge and Vic was a training dummy. Sec didn’t actually have a comprehensible mortal form until xey found RGBY (just picture an Eldridge Horror exploring Alanspc when TSC was first introduced) bc Alan created xem without any intent to make xem alive or any idea of what xey’d be for who xey’d be, so TSC is Art. Literally. Xey embody art itself. That’s why xeir whole green glowy power is so effective, it’s not meant to be an offensive measure, but a large part of the outernet IS art, so xey have a very wide range of control (or xey would have, if it was what xe wanted when xe realized it. Xey find more purpose and joy in just existing with xeir friends. Xey connect and create. It’s xeir whole thing).

A hollowhead’s appearance is also heavily shaped by the attachments they make, most notably their secondary colors. Their second color reflects the deepest attachment they make. When a hollowhead is first created, before they make any attachments, their second color is clear. The hollowheads’ pupil/irises being different colors would also make them blind until they form an attachment (light passes through clear stuff instead of being absorbed by it), and by that logic, even while attached, most hollowheads are some form of colorblind. Vic has never not been blind while Dark is the only hollowhead with Rainbow Premium™️. Second’s secondary color is Green, Chosen’s is red, Dark’s is black, and Vic’s was white but faded mostly back to clear with hints of silver (after Misti’s death, Vic kinda self-isolated and got addicted to the VR memory tech). Attachments forming appearances is also the reason why Sec is the only one with a cursor ahoogie. Vic has a large, cursor-shaped scar on their back. It fades while Mitsi helps her heal, but starts growing again once she starts blaming the cursor for Mitsi’s death. Sometimes, during her really bad flashbacks, her old cursor scars will start to show up on her skin, even though she has a new body with no scars each time she’s drawn. Chosen still has all his cursor scars. They function like normal scars. During his terrorist years, Cho also gained a “halo” after seeing the one on the Angel of Death poster. With each attack, he’d gain a few small, jagged, triangular red arrows floating around his head. Dark thought they looked cool, but Chosen would sometimes feel like they were poking him. Cho would gain more arrows per attack as the destruction went on, having an overcrowded full-on halo by the time he stopped killing sticks. It hurts a lot, these days. Sometimes, when the sunlight hits it just right, the halo flashed purple. Although his other powers remained unaffected, Chosen’s fire started to burn a little redder after escaping the PC. After the Showdown, it sometimes burns his hands. Just a little, not so much that he can’t use it anymore. It just hurts when he does. The same thing happened with Dark’s fireballs. They got darker as time went on. Dark only has a few scars. The star-shaped one on his neck only gets deeper. When under the mission code’s influence, Dark’s secondary color reverts to clear and the whites of their eyes go black. With the virabands on, Dark’s pupil/irises turn red. During the Showdown, they had red pupils and black eyes. The virabands also project six small screens in front of their face which look like eyes with the same coloration. These projections act as a targeting system for the virabots, give quick stats on how many are functional, track the location of the other band if only one is being worn, and look really fucking cool (according to Dark).

OK THAT’S PROBABLY ENOUGH FOR ONE POST, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk!

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

For some reason, I decided that game!Michael should sound like Danny Gonzalez. It's the weirdest voice headcannon I've ever had and tbh I don't even know where it came from but I REFUSE to change my mind. He will forever sound like Danny Gonzalez to me.

(note: I also subscribe to the hc that the only reason Mike had a British accent that one time is cuz Will didn't like his kids talking with American accents, but even if he just sounded like that I would still hc he sounds like Danny Gonzalez. British Danny.)

[disventure-rewrite-takes]

mod, this is not a rewrite idea, but I was curious as to what ships from this show you do and don't care for?

ahh thanks for the ask!!! out of everyone i literally just care for gabellie and jaiden. jaiden were done so well (probably because ONC have a. thing. for mlm romance) and even though gabellie did not have the perfect execution, oh man do i miss them.

i also used to really like tomjake. like, a lot. i found the show back when season 1 was still airing, i think episode 8 had just come out, and i was rooting for these two like crazy. ellie splitting them apart made me dislike her but ultimately, after seeing them continue to bitch and moan long after ellie did her thing, i realized it was a them problem, not a her problem.

conriya is an age gap ship i never understood why we were going for since they always had zero chemistry, in season 2 i saw it as connor just being his genuine kind self; grul is. grul. huntally is so boring and everything could have been fixed if huntessally happened LIKE IT WAS SET UP!!!!!! vut just as vivziepop cannot confirm an aro character neither can ONC poly ones. because its too risky to step out of the amatonormative norm, so they just stick to gays, lesbians and bisexuals. whom like obviously could use the rep but atp im happy ONC covered neither aro or poly people because they do a horrible job with the aforementioned already.

wishley happened off-screen for the sake of wishley fans being satisfied, they’re the forced token straight couple, why would i care for them?

trevek is... a mess. i used to say i shipped them to blend in with other fans but i really never cared for them. i’ve always thought derek treated trevor like shit and saw no appeal for this ship. i am so mad at ONC for making it canon because it’s so obviously just fan service, there is no canon reason for trevor to like derek, it’s just shoved in our faces because hey!! remember them!! background characters can’t have a meaningful story without romance right!! let’s make trevor pine!! and it’s so annoying because he was such a lovely character outside of derek. but now he’s just jake 2.0 and i am so afraid that krystrevek will just become tomjakeden 2.0 because god forbid we don’t have a forced mlm love triangle. everyone loves that right!!!!! right!!!!!!!!!!!

if i say i ship anything else besides gabellie or jaiden especially ships i am actively hating here,, i have either rewritten them really well in my head or gone crazy. and given that i hc half the cast as arospec either option is possible.

i’ve been tempted lately to start a commentary youtube channel (funky frog bait, danny gonzalez, kurtis conner, chad chad type of thing yk) and i have so many (negative) video ideas about disventure camp. i would be too powerful for the small screens. and so i remain here

[iamagodcomplex]

Is... is this Beetlejuice?

[kimo-the-bloop]

random ass outsiders hcs (slight spoilers?)

because it’s pride month and this friend group is the most bisexual EVER fr

anyways, this begins with pride hcs and fades into random shit 😭

this takes place in modern times, basically everything’s the same but like there are modern things if that makes any sense

btw i heavily project onto johnny so uhhh im not sorry hes literally me

/SPOILER/ ALSO !!!! johnny and dally aren’t dead in this bc i can’t bring myself to accept their death it makes me too sad, they lived in this bro !!! and probably in every outsiders post i ever make lmao.

Dally : He/him, cisgender, bi

Darry : He/him, cisgender, bi 

Two-bit : he/they, cisgender, pan

Soda : He/they, cisgender, bi

Steve : He/him, cisgender, GAY 🤯

Johnny : He/it, transgender, omni

Pony : He/they, transgender, bi

Dally : The reason he doesn’t like kids is because they remind him of when he was a kid (and he hates remembering his younger self because he was weaker and more vulnerable), 

Darry : He comes off as rude to Pony only because he wants him to have a better life than he’s ended up with (ik this is canon shut up i dont know what to say abt him !!!), 

Two-bit : Kinda like the fun therapist friend that doesn’t get any therapy back, has a horrifyingly accurate Chills impression (yk ‘number 15′), adhd and autism, 

Soda : He and Steve probably ate rocks when they were younger (Soda still does sometimes /hj), he’d watch coryxkenshin and throw a nutrigrain bar at the screen every time and start cheering, Sodasteve real, 

Steve : He and Soda probably ate rocks when they were younger, would watch danny gonzalez or however its spelled, Sodasteve real, autistic, 

Johnny : Johnnyboy real (i just LIKE it okay), he’d bleach one little tuft of his hair and keave the rest bc he thought it looked nice, HE’S AUTISTIC AND ADHD GUYS !!!!, he thinks oversized clothes are fun and probably rips them up sometimes, 

Pony : Johnnyboy real (i just LIKE it okay), he probably had his hair dyed back brown after the events of the book (get it man it looked better brown !!)(besides in that one scene), adhd ong, 

i’ll probably make more later but for now take this *throws this at u*

[thecrimsondandelion]

hi bestie!!! so i’ve been rewatching a lot of danny’s videos recently and yes kurtis will always be richie is my heart. but i gotta say all of the comedy songs that danny makes??? THEY ARE SUCH RICHIECORE AAAAHH

like richie would absolutely make silly little songs like those!!! taking the most random topic ever and somehow turning it into a song that is actually catchy and… actually sounds kinda good ??? i definitely think richie would have that talent!!

also just in general,, i feel like ‘i ghosted kevin jonas’ is absolutely a situation that would happen to richie 😭 he’s not long out of college and he’s just getting started in comedy, he’s building his audience, when a bigger & more famous comedian watches one of his shows and enjoys it and reaches out to richie to see if they want to work together or something. richie is pumped about it….. but accidentally forgets about the whole thing until it’s too late. so then what does he do? he writes a song about it of course!!!

anyways every time i rewatch danny’s music videos i just think of richie lol and i needed to share this ghosted kevin jonas hc!!!

I was actually listening to Danny’s songs on the train!!!!

And like My Dad Is Rich is also so!!! Like “you will never have a rich dad, you will always have a tiny baby bitch dad”

I feel like also even outside of an au of him being a youtuber, he’d sit and make dumb songs for fun.

Or like I have a friend that would catch a dumb recording of shit our friends would say and turn it into a remix - like he’d catch the most embarrassing shit from people and it’d be turned into a dumb techno remix

Eddie going off on into a huge fuck off rant, or Bill says “it’s a doggy-dog world” instead of its a dog eat dog world and Richie is fucking delighted bc he remixes it and plays it constantly

Anyway that’s off topic. But you’re so right, Stan being the Drew. I love watching the Danny Gonzalez out of context videos bc even with context they’re so unhinged at times, and it’s also just Richiecore. And the I ghosted Kevin Jonas is so true, he absolutely would!!!! He has a neurodivergent moment and gets distracted and like however long passes and he’s like ‘Fuck welp this is content at least’

[2danny2furious]

HELLO first off!! there is such a lack of danny fics here you are a blessing

second!! do you have any fluff danny x reader hcs maybe? no pressure but ty in advance!!

Hi lovely! Thanks so much! Here are the headcanons :)

you and danny were friends for a while, and his crush on you was so stupidly obvious to everyone but you. anytime a joke was made in your friend group, he’d immediately look to you to see your smile or your laugh, ignoring the shoulder nudges from his friends next to him. over time, he’d get the bravery to start complimenting you more, being extra friendly or extra nice on the days all of your friends “coincidentally” would bail on your plans, leaving you and danny to wander parks and museums side by side, alone together.

Of course, you would remain totally oblivious much to the frustration of Danny and your friends, who would eventually sit you down and explain how down bad he is. Once everything clicked, you and Danny turned into stammering blushing messes around eachother <3

as a boyfriend, he’s so surprisingly clingy. if you’re walking side by side and not either holding hands or bumping shoulders at the very least, if you start to fall behind or walk ahead, he’ll squint his eyes at you in play anger and pull you into him where he needs you to be <3

Has too much cuteness aggression for you! Squishes your cheeks in both his hands when you're being too cute for him to handle, and when it’s really too much, will give love bites to your earlobes or arms, or bottom lip, or neck…

all the roasting he did of your interests when you were friends has mysteriously faded away now that you’re together. He's so surprisingly gentle with you and your feelings EXCEPT the trashy fantasy romance novels you read. Make the mistake of ignoring his pleas for attention to read your book, and you will be punished by him grabbing it out of your hands and dramatically reading the most cringy lines from each page, laughing as you attack him to give you your book back 

He used to pretend he hates it when you mess with his hair but the facade is up. He will now nudge your thigh with his head as he lays in your lap while you watch a movie, and you know that’s your signal to start braiding :)

You both have so many bits and inside jokes over shitty movies and random Youtube videos with like 15 views that of course you both found and obsessed over. At one point, Danny started talking in this cringey baby voice ironically, but now, unfortunately it’s not ironic anymore and you genuinely have to keep each other in check from using it in public.

When you get curious about how he does what he does he shows you, and lets you mess around on his equipment. He looks at you with so much love in his eyes as you laugh and play around with different sound effects, and more than one improv of yours has ended up being in his comedy songs :)

[chocolatte-and-despair]

I saw that requests were open and was wondering if you would do memeulos and manlybadasshero general hc ty

Memeulous

* Memeulous is a cold yandere. He usually tries to not get involved in emotional things. The fact that you managed to make him fall in love with you is a miracle. Or maybe a curse, seeing how possessive he is as a person. * If you would try to break up with him, he would end up ruining your life. If you don't want to love him, then he will make sure that you will never be able to love anyone else.

Manlybadasshero

* Manly is a calming yandere. His existence is very calming. Just him being around you makes you feel safe and secure while being with him. You never realized how dangerous he is until it's a little bit too late and he's already hurt you or someone else way too badly. * If you try to break up with him, he would end up letting you go but he would try to be your friend and keep guilt-tripping you into getting back with him.

JackSepticEye

* Jack is a friendly yandere. He is pretty friendly and he would adore to try and make you as happy as possible. He wants you to get everything that you dream about, without a second thought. Of course, he knows his limits, but he pushes himself often times just for you. * If you would break up with Jack, he would try to guilt-trip you. He would keep telling you that he loves you and that he did so much for you. How could you ever leave him?

MrCreepypasta

* Mr is an eccentric yandere. Mr would try his very best to make you feel as happy and comfortable as possible, while also still being someone who indulges in his own bad habits from time to time. * If you would break up with Mr he would end up being very hurt. He would tell you that, but end up letting you go, not wanting to cause you anymore pain.

Quackity

* Quackity is a friendly yandere. His whole life is created around pleasing you and making sure that you know how much he adores you. He tries to control his tendencies, but sometimes it slips and he's more than happy to yell at you out of jealousy. * If you would try to break up with Quackity, he would become hysterical, saying that he did so much for you, so why are you leaving him now?

Danny Gonzalez

* Danny is an eccentric yandere. He is a funny guy that makes you feel safe and secure around him, but you also feel like something is off but aren't sure what it is. * If you would try to break up with Danny, he would end up letting you go but he would start stalking you, leaving you even more uncomfortable than before.

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R u- watching either todays lore or Manatreeds first stream if ur invested?

Also! Props to u on ur newest animatic I loved every part of it and especially the transitions I think we got much more in depth hcs from ur story and I love all of them

I saw a little bit of the Revengers and to be honest, I don't who's Manatreeds, I only know

DANNY GONZALEZ, YEAH BOI, TO THE STAND! YEAH! YEAH!

LOOK AT HIM GO, THERE'S ONLY A PERSON IN THIS PHOTO--

ALSO THANK YOUUU! I'm glad the storyline is starting to make sense--

[wooteena]

hc that all the pictures of dream arent actually him and drew gooden and danny gonzalez just switch being in the photos

[2danny2furious]

College Danny (2012 - 2016 Danny) x Reader headcanons 👀??? College Danny is my fav Danny I think about him A Lot. Tysm in advance 🥰

Ofc! Here are some College!Danny headcanons-- will add more when I get time <3

Danny is such an adorable lightweight freshman year. When you go to parties together, it’s almost unbelievable how quickly he gets buzzed, slurring loudly to anyone who can hear that his girlfriend is the prettiest girl in the world, much to your embarrassment. By senior year, he can hold his drink, but still can’t contain his attraction for you. He can handle a party without you for about one hour max, but then, like clockwork, will drift away from whatever conversation he’s in to seek you out. Even if you’re in the middle of talking to someone, he will shamelessly wrap his arms around your waist and will reach around to attack you with kisses, not giving a shit if you’re getting embarrassed.

He insists that he studies better with you, even though he spends most of your “study sessions” in the library bumping his knees against yours against the table and distracting you with crazy stories, or insisting he needs to take a million pictures and videos of you for “creative inspiration.” He also begs you to be in all of his vines, most of which you film for him. There’s always a little bit of shyness when he approaches you with his next idea, his display of confidence betrayed by the longing in his eyes for your approval, which you will give every time to this sweet boy you love. 

He goes crazy for when you wear his clothes. In the morning, when you wake up beside him wearing his Georgia Tech crewnecks, with your hair messy and face bare, he stares at you like you’re a goddess he can’t quite perceive (because, let’s face it– you are). 

You love when he comes home with you for the holidays. His goofy charm cracks your dad’s quiet demeanor and he’s the first to help you your mom with hosting duties (making you look bad everytime– he swears its not on purpose). Your little cousins can’t get enough of him– he’ll give endless piggy back rides and put his whole body into all of their acting games, whether he’s pretending to be a dinosaur chasing them around the house or a stern british villain, spinning around in the computer chair, stroking a stuffed animal as if it was a cat. Of course, now that Danny’s a part of your family, the yearly plays your little cousins would put on have now turned into exciting home video movies that Danny pours his whole heart into editing. It’s the sweetest thing, drifting to sleep in your childhood bed, hearing the sounds of your family’s laughter through your boyfriend’s laptop as he furrows his brows in concentration.