#sceance

[superheroes-or-whatever]

Mark and Eve by Gabriel Picolo

[luxaofhesperides]

[got inspired by this prompt, changed a few things so he just works at a local coffee shop, and started thinking about how he would first interact with the bats. this was meant to be short. it's almost 6k lmao. lol. whoops.]

"Can you really talk to ghosts?" his latest customer asks in a hushed whisper, leaning over the counter.

Danny sighs, taking care not to make eye contact with the ghost frowning at him from behind his customer. He's been getting this question a lot more lately, and he's sure it's because the old ladies who come in every Thursday morning are huge gossips. In his defense, he didn't know that one of them was dead and just hanging around because they had promised to all move on together after they died. She was the first to go, just a year before, and the empty chair the group always pulled up to their table was for her.

So naturally, she sat in it, and when Danny set out their order, he looked directly at her and asked if she was going to order anything.

The women were clearly caught off guard, confused, glancing at the empty chair and Danny. He realized it too late before the old woman asked, "You can see me, my dear? Now, that's a surprise."

He had closed his eyes, wondering if this was his last day working in this particular coffee shop, and valiantly stopped himself from groaning loudly and unprofessionally.

"Sorry," he had said, turning his attention back to the group. "I thought I saw a moth on the chair, is all. So? Will this be all for now or is there something else I can get you?"

One of them, a woman with dark purple curls, easily one of the coolest senior citizens Danny's ever seen, waves him off with a smile. "Oh, we're all right for now. Thank you, dear."

Danny beat a quick retreat and hoped it would end there.

It didn't.

They stayed for hours, chatting and laughing. Danny had to refill their drinks three times and serve them some pastries while trying to ignore their surprisingly sharp gazes and the very chatty ghost trying to get him to respond.

They waved him over before they left, pushing their empty cups and plates together.

"We want to give you a tip," Purple Haired Grandma had said, "But only if you answer this question honestly: was there someone else sitting with us? Someone with long hair and perhaps a chain of daisies on her glasses?"

Danny blinked, looked down at the wad of tens in her hand, and decided that he is, indeed, a sell out because he would give up his secrets for a hefty tip.

He looked at the ghost, who matches the description, and nodded. "I can see her," he said.

The ghost brightened "Tell them my name! It's Lucinda!"

"Lucinda, right?" he confirmed with the group, who gasped and clutched each other, tears welling up in their eyes.

"My," Purple Haired Grandma had said, a hand over her heart. "So she kept her promise after all. Thank you, dear. Here, take all of it." She shoved the wad of cash into his hands, wiped a tear from her eye, and ushered her two other friends out the door, all of them calling out promises to be back in a week.

And they were. For the past month, this group of old women have been regularly visiting and always speak only to Danny. His coworkers have started teasing him about being grandma-bait, saying his Midwestern charm is like catnip to old people. He just laughs awkwardly and goes out to do his job, because no matter how weird it is, talking to a ghost in front of a trio of delighted senior citizens, they tip so well and Danny does like having some spending money left over after paying rent.

What he didn't account for was other people picking up on this and coming in with their own ghosts.

However, until the Grandma Group, they don't offer good tips, so Danny looks them straight in the eye and lies to them without remorse.

"Why would I be able to see ghosts?" he asks his latest customer. They sigh, then lean back and give him his personal space back.

"Really?"

"Really," he says. "Is this all for your order?"

"I guess." They walk off to get out of line and find a seat, shoulders slumped. He'd feel a little bad about bringing down their mood, but they didn't tip at all so he doesn't care, actually.

Listen, he's a 20-something year old trying to make a living for himself. He doesn't have time to care about other people's feelings when he's still trying to figure out how to be an independent adult (and isn't that crazy? He kind of thought he'd be a teenager forever).

He passes on the order to Riko, the coworker he's been sharing a shift with all month, who gets to work at the espresso machine. She sets a clean mug down, ready to fill to the top, and gets started on frothing the milk to make some latte art. She's their resident expert at it and always finds some way to make some insanely detailed foam art that delights the customers. She allowed the owner of the coffee shop to use it for promotion on the condition that she doesn't have to take foam art requests and can make whatever she wants.

The owner is chill, so she allowed it, and Riko gets free reign to show off her skills as she pleases.

"How many is that now?" she asks, pitching her voice over the hum of the frother, "Four today?"

"Six," Danny responds flatly.

She cackles a little, then grabs the mug now full of coffee and gets to work making his disappointed customer their drink. "At this rate, you'll be turning into our latest attraction."

"Not like we need anything else to draw people in," he mutters. For a local coffee shop, it does really well even with competition from the chain stores just a street over. The place is always busy, filled with people quietly reading or working on their laptops. They certainly don't need to know about his ability to speak to Gotham's ghosts in order to be enticed into stopping by.

"What are we doing to draw people in?" asks the owner, Sheridan, popping out of the back, trying her apron around herself.

"Offering Danny's alleged ghost speaking abilities as a treat for buying from us," Riko answers before Danny can try to move the conversation into a new direction.

Sheridan's eyes glimmer, always excited at the prospect of a new way to get the coffee shop some publicity. "October is coming up," she says thoughtfully, and Danny considers how unprofessional it would be if he slammed his head into the counter right then and there so he could get sent home for his concussion. Would it get him fired? Possibly. Sheridan is a cool boss, but customer service is brutal and he doesn't want to risk it when pay day is coming up.

Better not then.

Danny sighs instead of enacting violence on himself and wishes that a customer would come up to put an end to this conversation.

"Maybe we could do something spooky," Riko says, "Like 'Scones and Séances' or 'Espresso and Exorcism'."

Sheridan claps her hands together in delight. "Oh, I love it! Scones and Séances. That's just perfect."

Riko steps away for a moment to call out the customer's name, setting the cup down on the pick up counter. When Danny glances at it, she's made a foam ghost.

Maybe he should get a new job.

"Of course, only if you're okay with it," Sheridan continues, turning to face Danny. "Even if you can't talk to ghosts, it would be fun to pretend, you know? We could just talk about spirits and I could finally use that good tea set that's been collecting dust in the back. We can even do a once a week after hours event to make it extra spooky!"

"I don't know..."

"You'd be paid for overtime, of course."

"Should we do Friday nights throughout the month?"

Riko coughs, pressing a hand against her mouth. She's clearly trying not to laugh but Danny doesn't have more than a moment to glare at her before Sheridan is grabbing his hands in delight. "That sounds great! We'll make it RSVP only so we can limit the number of people each week, make it real exclusive. Riko, would you mind making the flyer for this? I can take over back here for you."

"Sure thing, boss." Riko salutes Sheridan and wastes no time in disappearing into the back, no doubt heading straight for their surprisingly large and well kept break room to pull out her laptop and get to work. Danny looks longingly at the door through which she disappeared, wishing he had an excuse to hide back there as well.

He doesn't get his break for another two hours. Life is cruel.

The bell above the door jingles cheerfully as a new customer enters. Danny pastes on his customer service smile. "Hi! What can I get for you?"

"Caramel mocha and two chocolate chip cookies, please," they say. "Also, not to like, sound weird or anything, but I heard rumors about someone hear who can talk to ghosts."

I need the paycheck, Danny tells himself sternly. Do not pretend to drop dead and traumatize the customer.

"I'm afraid I can't say much about that," he replies cheerfully. "Will that be all for today?"

Kill me now, he doesn't say, but he really, really wants to.

. . .

Danny thought he left the mess of Amity Park behind when he moved to Gotham after graduating from college. Admittedly, he graduated from the local community college and is saving up to finish his bachelor's degree at the moment, but he still finished some higher education!

This was supposed to be a new start to his life, his chance to reinvent himself, to become something more than a Fenton, a freak, a halfa.

Gotham was like a breath of fresh air (despite all the pollution) and Danny loves it. Honestly. He does.

Sure there's crime and rogues and constant danger, but there are heroes around to take care of that so he doesn't need to worry about it. He can just focus on getting his life together.

"Found you, Fenton," Agent K snarls, kicking the door to the coffee shop open.

Apparently, the GIW also want to continue focusing on his life.

"Hi," he sighs, "What can I get for you today?"

Agent K marches up to the counter and slams something down. Danny blinks at the man, seething with rage, and looks down at the flyer for their upcoming Scones & Séances event.

"I always knew you were trouble," Agent K spits, "I should have expected that you would try to make a profit from your nonsense. A séance? Promising to speak to dead relatives when the only dead boy around is you? I never thought ghosts would go so low as to make money from people's grief. I'll enjoy taking you in for this."

Danny is tired. He's so tired, okay?

He can't do anything but sigh.

Riko shoulders him aside roughly, and suddenly he doesn't have to do anything.

"Hi!" she greets so cheerfully is borders aggression. Her smile is knife-sharp, bloodthirsty, her eyes dark and dangerous. "Are you a paying customer? No? Then why don't you get our special today of Get The Fuck Out paired with a nice Go Fuck Yourself? I'll make it for you myself."

"Do not interfere, girl," Agent K says, turning his attention back onto Danny. "This is official business."

"And this is officially your last warning to move your sorry ass out of the premises."

Agent K draws himself up, no doubt trying to intimidate her. Riko stares him down, unimpressed, and Danny has never loved her more than he does in that moment.

"I have orders to apprehend Fenton, passed down from the head of the GIW himself. Step aside and do not interfere any further."

"No."

"Excuse me?"

Riko grins. "You're excused."

Agent K stares at her, eyebrows raised high enough that they're fully visible above his sunglasses. He goes to open his mouth and someone else from a nearby table yells, "Get the clue and get outta here already!"

A few other people call out agreements, using their Gotham charm to insult the agent into leaving faster.

Danny watches, awed and more than a little touched, as Agent K turns an unattractive red. He points a finger at Danny and says, "Don't think this is over, Fenton. I'll get you one of these days." And then he turn son his heel and stomps out the coffee shop.

"You're my hero," he tells Riko.

She grins, bashful, and pats his shoulder. "It was nothing. If that asshole comes by again, let me know and I'll drag him outside for a fist fight, alright?"

"I don't think you'll ever need to, but thanks."

A few customers come up to check in on them, make sure they're alright, and offer their own threats. He's especially fond of the offer to run the agent over with a car.

It does, unfortunately, bring more interest into the Scones & Séances event and before he knows it, the limited seats are filled up for the first three weeks of the month.

Sheridan is ecstatic when she comes in to let Riko take her lunch, crowing about how the event is sure to be such a success. She's decidedly less happy about their confrontation with Agent K, but that's mostly because she wanted to be there as well to defend Danny. 

Customer service may suck, but Danny's scored the lottery for best boss and coworkers. They definitely make all the pains of this job worth it.

And when Agent K comes in the next day to try again, Sheridan is quick to shove Danny beneath the counter so she can square up with the GIW agent and let the world remember that before she started up this coffee shop, she was one of the best street fighters on this side of Gotham.

. . .

When Danny steps out for his full hour of a lunch break on the day of the first Scones & Séances event, the Signal is waiting for him.

"Hi," he greets, surprised into autopilot, "How can I help you?"

The Signal smiles. "No need for the customer service voice. I'm here to help you, not the other way around."

"Uh..." Danny wracks his brain for anything he might need a vigilantes help with. Rude customers? The crushing weight of existence? The inherent loneliness of adulthood in a post-capitalist landscape? Really, it could be anything.

"Heard you've been being harassed by some guy in white," the Signal prompts.

"Oh, the Guys In White," Danny nods. "They're not a problem."

"Are you sure? It sounds like a big enough problem that I've been flagged down by multiple people this week who are concerned that you're a target for harassment by some gang member. One of your coworkers even made me agree to be your bodyguard today before you do some spirit talking."

Riko went out of her way to get the Signal to look out for Danny? That's so kind. Also a little annoying.

Is there something about Danny that screams 'defenseless innocent, please protect'? He's never had this problem before. Usually he gets people squaring up to kick his ass just because they felt like it.

"That's really not necessary."

"Are you turning me away after I put in all the work to close up my active cases so I could be here today?"

Ah, damn. The guilt trip is so effective on Danny. He folds so fast it's embarrassing. "You really don't have to," he mumbles, averting his gaze. "I'm just going to get lunch, then come back to finish my usual shift. And I doubt you'd wanna stick around until midnight when we end the event."

"I've already called in a few favors to make sure someone's around during your séance, so no need to worry about that."

How many people have to be involved in this? It's just a work event. If he knew it would have gotten this troublesome, he would have shut it down when it was first brought up.  Overtime pay isn't enough to make him think it's a good idea to have literal heroes waste their time sitting outside while he pretends to be a proper medium. 

"Great," Danny says weakly. "You hungry? I can buy you lunch if you're going to be hanging around."

"You don't need to."

"Please let me, I'll feel bad otherwise."

The Signal laughs. "Sure! I'm not going to turn down free food if you're offering. Where to?"

Danny leads them to his current favorite lunch spot: a small restaurant two blocks over serving the best Indian food he's had on the East Coast. They get their orders to-go and the Signal grapples them up to a rooftop to eat. It's both surreal and familiar: he's eating lunch with one of Gotham's vigilante, but it feels just like when he shared snacks with his friends back in Amity Park on top of the Ops Center. They spend the time chatting about nothing in particular, carefully steering away from topics that have to do with powers, ghosts, and the Signal's day to day life.

The lunch hour flies by and Danny hates to see that he has to go back soon. They've finished eating ages ago, but neither made any move to leave the roof, content to keep talking as the day carried on.

He lets the Signal grapple him back down because he figures he owes the guy more courtesy than giving him a heart attack by just jumping down to the street. Instead of parting ways there, the Signal insists on walking Danny back to the coffee shop, which he accepts with more ease after their hour together.

They turn the corner and run directly into Agent K because the universe hates him.

"You!" Agent K shouts. "I'll be taking you in today no matter what!"

He pulls out a gun, and suddenly it's not a situation where Danny can safely roll his eyes. His first instinct is to move in front of the Signal, blocking him with his body. The armor he has on will probably keep him safe from the blaster, but Danny knows any weapon modeled after what his parents made can pack a hell of a punch on both humans and ghosts.

Danny raises his hands, palms out, ready to shoot out some ice to disarm him. "I really think this is unnecessary."

"I will not let you go through with this séance to allow ghosts to possess people!"

"Woah, when was that ever a concern?"

"I can see through your lies, Phantom!" Agent K jabs the gun closer and Danny holds himself carefully still, all too aware of the Signal behind him. "Your reign of terror ends here!"

"I think you need a nap," the Signal interrupts. "Good night."

And a giant shadow swells up behind him and slams down on Agent K's head like a cartoon anvil. The agent drops like a brick, white suit gaining some dirt scruffs from the dirty sidewalk.

Danny blinks down at the unconscious body of Agent K. "Wow."

"I'm starting to think that you downplayed these guys a bit," the Signal says lightly. "Like, just a little bit."

"Yeah, this was a surprise. He's usually more put together than this. Less unhinged."

"Riko was right about you needing a bodyguard, though. That could have ended badly. You alright?"

Danny puts on a reflexive smile. "Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Dude, he just waves a gun around in your face."

"He didn't do anything else though, so it's fine."

The Signal gives him a long look, then sighs. "Sure. If you say so. I'll take care of this guy. Try not to get jumped going back to the coffee shop."

"You got it!" Danny gives him a two-fingered salute, then continues on his way. At least Agent K is dealt with, so there shouldn't be any more problems popping up today. All he has to do is get through the rest of his shift, take a nap, do some shopping, then head right back to do his little séance scene with Sheridan.

That sounds easy enough.

He says as much to Riko, who is apparently buddies with the Signal and had been making him text her updates while he was off for lunch.

"Are you sure you don't want me there?" she asks again as she gets ready to clock out. "I could totally get Sheri to approve some overtime for me so I can be here and kick out anyone who causes problems for you."

"It'll be fine," Danny says, shoving her towards the back, "Quit worrying so much. I thought you were a native Gothamite? Aren't y'all supposed to be used to these things?"

"Yeah, we're used to this. You're a Midwest transplant who still smiles at people on the streets. You can't blame me for being worried about you."

Danny rolls his eyes. "I promise you I'll survive the night. Now get out of here, I know you got a thing going on later."

"Alright, alright, I'm going! But seriously, if you need me here, just text me. Okay, take care, bye!" Riko throws the last few words out from over her shoulder, rushing away so she can get to her monthly book club meeting on time. Apparently they've been going through translated webnovels and she has a whole lot of opinions she can't wait to share, hence the rush. She tried to talk to Danny about it a while back, but none of it made much sense to him and she patted his back for being a good sport and went back to their game of making up opera-worthy dramatic stories about the customers in the shop.

Despite her worries, the rest of his shift is calm and normal, if not al little lonely. Sheridan popped in from time to time to make sure there wasn't a rush she needed to help with, but was otherwise busy preparing for the séance.

This is fine, he tells himself every hour as the day marched on into evening.

This is fine, he tells himself, lying on his couch staring up at the ceiling in despair. He can see ghosts, yes, but beyond that, what is he supposed to do for a séance? Sam would probably know, but there's also a 50/50 chance that she would mix it up with a summoning ritual for dead souls, which would cause a whole lot of new problems.

This is fine, he tells himself as Sheridan gleefully presents him with a rented tux for him to wear, to really 'bring the vibe together', as she said.

Everything is so totally fine, Danny lies to himself, sitting at the round table rolled into the middle of the coffee shop. Sheridan had come in a few hours earlier to rearrange the space and set things up, leaving a large area surrounded by plants for the séance to take place at.

She really went all out: velvet tablecloth, crystal ball just for display, her fancy tea set finally in use complete with a tower of small cakes and the promised scones, purple and black beaded strings draped artfully across the windows. She even ran the fog machine to make the shop a bit misty for ambience.

"It's almost time to open our doors!" she says, fluttering around to straighten things up. She's a walking bundle of nerves, both excited and apprehensive. "We're not forgetting anything, right?"

"Even if we are, I think we can manage without it," Danny says, pulling at the dark red bowtie fit snug around his throat. 

The suit isn't the most comfortable and the pants are a little short, but it wouldn't be all that bad if he didn't have the bowtie on. It does pull the look together, but it's uncomfortable and he's not sure he can pretend to be the mysterious, all-known medium leading the séance before he rips the wretched thing off of himself and tosses it away without thinking. Danny knows himself. He knows he'll do it. It's a matter of when not if.

The clock in the back chimes as it hits the hour. Sheridan shuts off the lights by the counter to make the coffee shop look spookier, then hurries to the door.

Most of tonight's group is already gathered, waiting to be let in.

Danny tunes out Sheridan's bright, bubbly voice welcoming everyone in. He takes a deep breath from his seat at the table, preparing himself for the next hour of talking to ghosts and being weird and spooky for other people's entertainment. And then he'll have to do it again for the second group coming in at eleven.

Sheridan leads the customers through a little ceremony to light tea candles, each one held in the cupped hands of the customers. She lowers her voice into a low whisper, drawing them all into this ghostly atmosphere she's done her best to create. Danny keeps his eyes closed, trying to get into character. Plus, if it looks like he's meditating, that'll make him look extra mysterious. He stays statue-still, breathing slowly and deeply, listening to the group approach the table.

Only once he hears everyone is seated does he open his eyes, ready to begin, and--

Is that the Grandma Group?

It is. It is indeed the Grandma Group smiling at him, excited, as Lucinda circles around the table be next to him as there are no extra chairs.

"Hello again dear," Purple Grandma greets, "I can't even begin to tell you how excited I was to see that you would be doing this! It's certainly much better than pulling you away from your work for a few words."

"It's nice to see you too," he replies, slipping back into customer service voice. "Hey, Boss, can we pull up another chair?"

"Sure. What for?"

"For Lucinda. She should get to sit." Danny gestures at the space next to him, where, to him, Lucinda is standing and waving to the rest of the group, but is empty air to everyone else.

"How sweet," Lucinda coos, reaching out to ruffle his hair. Two of the grandmas gasp, watching his hair fluff up and move on its own. "If only my own granddaughter had been as thoughtful. Then I might have sent her more than a few hundred dollars for Christmas."

Danny starts wondering if he could ethically be adopted by this dead grandmother to get her money. Like a platonic sugar baby situation. It's not like she needs the money anymore, assuming it hasn't gone to the rest of her family.

Sheridan drags a chair over and plops it down by Danny. Lucinda sits with a relieved sigh and adjusts her glasses.

"I suppose we'll be talking to Lucinda tonight," he says to the rest of the group. Between the dim lights and the tea lights on the table in front of everyone, throwing flickering light dancing across the planes of their face, they all look strange, almost like beings from a dream. There are two people here who aren't part of the grandma group, a blond girl just a few years older than him, if he had to guess, and a guy with black hair and blue eyes, a strangely familiar face--

That's fucking Tim Drake.

Danny hates his life.

And his job. But mostly his life.

Whatever, he decides, Tim Drake is none of his business. If the guy wants to come to a silly séance in a coffee shop, that's on him. Who is Danny to judge him? He's the one leading the séance. Stones and glass houses, he's keeping his mouth shut.

Looking away from Tim Drake and taking in the rest of the table, he opens the séance. "This is not going to be a traditional, old style séance. Mostly because I don't know how to do those. This is just a time to eat some snacks and talk to a willing ghost, and you're all in luck tonight because one of our regular ghosts is here with us now. Lucinda, if I could have your hand?"

The thing about ghosts is that Danny's spent most of his high school and early college career dealing with ectoplasmic ghosts. Dead people fueled by ectoplasm, a physical substance that can be studied and interacted with. Ectoplasm is what gave them form, let them retain their hearts and minds and personalities after death. Ectoplasm molds itself into the shape of its host, sinking into every piece of them, making them different from the usual ghosts found in horror stories who can only wail and slam doors shut.

Danny is used to ectoplasmic ghosts. He's half of one himself.

But Amity Park is really the only place to have ectoplasmic ghosts.

Gotham's ghosts are fueled by magic. He doesn't know why, or how this difference came to be, but it's a very clear difference. No longer can Danny tell someone is a ghost by their glowing eyes or blue skin, but solely based on a carefully developed gut feeling and the weak ping of his ghost sense. Gotham's ghosts look like anyone else so long as they're not left in the shape they were when they died in a terrible man-made catastrophe. It's easy to tell someone's a ghost when they walk around with half their intestines spilling out of their gut. It's harder when they look like anyone else. 

Amity Park and Gotham ghosts may be made from different things, but that doesn't mean they're incompatible.

With just a quick boost from his ecto, Lucina becomes visible to the rest of the table.

 The blond girl startles, knees jerking up to hit the bottom of the table, making the cake stand wobble. Tim Drake goes very, very still, staring hard at Lucinda.

The Grandma Group, on the other hand, are overjoyed, clapping their hands together in delight, speaking over each other to get their old friend's attention. Lucinda laughs, leaning over the table to take hold of their hands. She glows in the dim coffee shop, ethereal and otherwordly. Danny discretely shakes some leftover ecto off his hand and leans back in his chair, resisting the urge to yank his bowtie off.

Lucinda seems content to just chat with her friends, which leaves Danny, Tim Drake, and blonde girl to sit off to the side by themselves awkwardly.

Sheridan, thankfully, saves the night by popping in by their half of the table with plates of snacks Danny's never seen served here before.

"Here," she says, "We're not just here for the séance, right? I was also hoping to use tonight as a test run for some new seasonal treats I've been working on. Give them a try and let me know what you think!"

Tim Drake thanks her politely while blonde girl yanks her plate closer to her, inspecting it.

"Ooh, look!" she says, smacking Tim Drake's arm. Are they friends? They must be. "It's got strawberry jam blood!"

On her plate is a cinnamon roll with cream cheese frosting and strawberry jam on it, dripping down in a way that's reminiscent of blood. A small knife, likely made from a cookie, is stabbed into the top. Tim Drake got the zombie cookie; a mix of black cookie down and green, with white chocolate chips, to look zombie-fied. And the treat Sheridan's put down in front of him is a cupcake with white frosting that looks like a ghost.

"Really?" he asks her.

She grins and pats his shoulder. "I thought it was fitting. And funny."

"Why do I still work here..."

"Because you love me!"

"This is so good!" blonde girl interrupts, holding up a hand to cover her mouthful of cinnamon roll. "I'm definitely coming back for this."

"I'm glad to hear it!" Sheridan replies. "The frosting isn't too strong, right?"

"No, no, it goes perfectly with the strawberry. Best cinnamon roll I've ever eaten in my life."

"Yeah? I've got another new one in the kitchen if you wanna try it out for me."

Blonde girl lights up. "In what world would I say no? Hand it over, I'll eat anything you make."

Sheridan laughs and takes one step away from the table when the front door is kicked open.

"Ghost!" shouts Operative O, and Danny groans, pushing himself up to stand. "We knew you were up to no good, Fenton!" And then he pulls out a blaster gun and Danny is moving away from the table a whole lot faster. He means to put himself between the agent and the others, shielding them with his body, but he doesn't get far before Tim Drake and blonde girl are flinging their empty plates at Agent O. Their cheeks bulge from the food they just stuffed in their mouths, puffed out like chipmunks, but their glare is all danger.

Lucinda glows even brighter, standing from her chair enraged. "You," she intones, pointing at Agent O who lowers his hand from his face, shielding himself against the plates, "You and the others in your stupid white suits. How dare you cause trouble for Danny?!"

"I've got this, Luci," Purple Grandma says, pulling a handgun out of her purse.

"What," Danny says. He stops the question there because he's not sure he wants to know, actually.

Even Agent O has blanched, blaster lowered like he forgot he had it in the face of one angry senior citizen with purple hair.

Not how Danny was envisioning this night to go. Apparently, it's no longer Scones & Séances but GIW vs. Grandmas and Danny knows who he's putting his bets on.

"You should probably leave now," Danny tells Agent O helpfully. "Before they decide to escalate."

Agent O looks at each person around the table, glaring at him. Tim Drake and Blonde girl have their fists up, ready to physically throw themselves into a fight. Sheridan has a hand on her hip, looking more intimidating than he's ever seen her before. Behind Purple Grandma and her handgun are the other two grandmas, holding their purses up as makeshift weapons. Even Lucinda looks ready to pick up her chair and to turn this into a brawl.

Agent O puts his blaster away and wisely decides to cut his losses. "This isn't over, Fenton!" he shouts, "I'll get you one of these days!"

"Scram!" Sheridan shouts back. "You and the other white suits aren't welcome here."

Agent O scowls, but turns and leaves without trying to get the last word in.

Huh.

That was... easy? Is this what it's like to have a community backing him up? He can't help but be touched; he's not particularly close to anyone here except Sheridan, but no one hesitated from getting ready to throw down for him. Gotham's best feature really is her people.

"You good?" Tim Drake asks.

Danny nods. "All good. Thanks, everyone. You didn't need to get involved." Everyone starts voicing their protests at once, so he raises his hands in surrender. "Okay! Okay, sorry, I won't say that again. Thank you, seriously. Why don't we get back to what we came here for?"

After a few wary glances at the door, now shut, everyone sits back down and settles in.

Danny spreads his hands flat on the table and leans in with a mischievous grin. Now that the worst part of the night is past, he doesn't have to worry about how this event can go wrong. He can finally have some fun with it.

"What do y'all really know about ghosts?"

Danny is a coffee shop owner in Gotham and is repeatedly attacked by the GIW. Danny can (mostly) handle his own but he’s in the Bats’ city.

The help is greatly appreciated. The vigilantes have incorporated his small business into their patrol path. They even stop in to grab some coffee or a pastry. He thought he’d get to know this cities heroes as Phantom but instead they become friends with Fenton

[traveling-madness]

Goddd thinking about Missy from a public media consumer standpoint is so fucking funny to me. I think saying "Amber Lynn was Missy Anthropy" has the same weight as saying "rose quartz is pink diamond" back before it was even confirmed that there WAS a pink diamond and then also Never getting either of those reveals. I think there are bets with real money and physical altercations started over this. I can not stop thinking about the Missy truthers.

[midnightshindig]

i love your work! could i request hc’s/drabbles for mark, cecil, and rex (separately) having unrequited feelings for the reader? take care of yourself!! 😊

Cecil, Mark, and Rex x Unrequited!Reader

ooooooo you guys are about that angsty shit

i fw it

hcs under the cut!

Cecil

Cecil is a PROFESSIONAL

he keeps his emotions tight and on LOCK

There isn't enough psychological torture in the world that would get him to admit his feelings for you

except maybe the torture of watching you subtly flirt with him

I mean come on, the way you wear your uniform tie a little loose, the way your stockings always have runs in them, you bring him his coffee with a bright smile reserved for him and nobody else.

The two of you have a rapport, engaging in witty banter during the rare downtime at the GDA

You're intelligent and hilarious with a strong sense of conviction, what's not to love?

And he's so certain you feel the same way

So when he asks you to dinner, like a gentleman, in all the correct ways, and you politely decline?

Oh he's hurt, for sure

but he's a professional. He deals with worse all the time.

So why is he still thinking about it?

Why does it sting when you inevitably start dating Anthony from HR

Why can't he bring himself to just forget about you?

your banter becomes stifled, and Cecil thinks he's losing touch just a little

It culminates when you request to transfer branches

He approves the request, of course

He is a professional, after all.

Mark

He's a dweeeeeeb when he has a crush

Like, he thinks he's so slick

talking to Rex about you while you're only across the GotG gym with headphones in

but you totally know

Still, he doesn't care, because you like him too

I mean, c'mon, he's a total catch, right?

He's literally Invincible, and he's also invincible, what's not to love?

He follows you around like a lost puppy, chatting you up about everything and anything.

"Did you in the 2018 adaptation of Sceance Dog-" Oh my god shut upppppp he's such a dork

but he's nice, and is always down to spot your weights

so you're content to be his friend, and this works for a while

Until Mark asks you to come over for dinner

which is fine! You love having dinner with Debbie and Oliver

but you get there and Debbie is putting Oliver in the car, apparently they're going to get dinner elsewhere? She leaves with a wink and a smile

you go inside to see Mark setting up a candlelit dinner

"Oh! You weren't supposed to be here yet-!" He cries, smacking his forehead

"What... is all this?"

"I was going to ask you out, but... I mean... do you want to go out with me?"

You turn him down as politely as you can, and quickly leave the house

Training at the gym is awkward after that

Mark can take a hint, he's not a jerk or a creep or anything

but the moment can't be undone

Rex

MUCH less subtle than the other two

been flirting with you since day one

and you thought he was JOKING

I mean no way he's sincerely that much of a dick (oh but he was.)

so you'd jokingly flirt back

and Rex was like, hell yeah, pretty little thing wants me back

lets go boys.

but it developes, and he REALLY likes you

like he wants to take you on a date

So with some encouragement from Mark, Rex dusts off a suit from the thrift store, nabs a bouquet of roses from someones garden, and is outside your dorm door

"Oh, hey Rexxx....." You trail off, taking in the scene before you

"Y/n! Hey! Uhm... look... I know it, you know it, let's stop dancing around it and go out already!" he presents you the bouquet, thorny and still wet and half-eaten by caterpillars

You don't even have the words

"I'm sorry.... What gave you the impression...? What?" you're so confused, and trying so hard not to hurt his feelings

but Rex is easily triggered, and his face burns red with embarrassment

He yanks the flowers back and laughs a fake laugh "HA hahahhhh.... You- You thought I was being serious!! Bwaahhaha!!!!" He laughs, holding his stomach cheesily, before straight up running away on foot

He doesn't talk to you for three weeks

and after that it's only short responses and quippy, albeit cutting remarks.

"Heyyyy Rex...." You approached cautiously "A bunch of us are gonna watch a movie, do you want to join?"

"I would, but then you'd get confused and think I was trying to make it a date!" He snapped back, running on the treadmill even faster

It would take some time, and a number of rebounds, but eventually he gets over you and things return to some semblance of normal

[philcollinsenjoyer]

i rmr my consultation for removing my wisdom teeth (all 4) back in 2020 i was chatting with some guy in the waiting room and he was like the doctor's going to ask you if u want to do it over two sceances under local anesthesia or all at once under general anesthesia and you need to pick local anesthesia cause my buddy was put to sleep when they did and when he woke up they'd broken his jaw and i was like ok awesome

[agena87]

Looks like Estela got possessed once again while sceancing.

Oh, well...

[holo-squad]

Holoween Prompts

Only three more days until we begin our week-long Holoween bash! 🎃👻

(For details, see my pinned post!)

Would you like to write something or create some art for the week of ghostly holo-horror tales, but can't quite think of anything that would fit? Here are a few ideas to get your started!

The crew makes a pit stop at some far-flung trading station and Picard acquires an Ancient Artefact of Great Renown and Immeasurable Value (i.e. he's sweet-talked into paying way too much for an old piece of junk). Raffi decides it looks like a Ouija board and holds an impromptu sceance, since it's Halloween and all. Unfortunately, it turns out the artefact is not some harmless piece of junk but a highly sophisticated piece of technology that can mess up all kinds of computer code...

Rios is haunted by ghosts of his past and the holos decide to help him through it.

After a few gruelling months of close calls with hostile ships and diplomatic incidents, Steward digs through a database of ancient Earth customs to find something that might cheer up the crew's spirits. He lands on a tradition called a "Halloween Party", which may or may not end in disaster...

Emil has to patch up various participants of Elnor's "introduction to pumpkin carving (with a guest lecture by Emmet on the advantages and disadvantages of various types of knives)".

It's only been a year since Rios has had this holographic "crew" of his, and their relationship is strained, to say the least. When a computer glitch threatens to turn his Emergency Holograms into hollow, lifeless specters of their former selves, he has to decide how far he is willing to go to save them.

Enoch tries to create a corn maze on the holodeck. Things only get more convoluted from there.

Feel free to use any of these as straight-out prompts or modify them to your heart's content!

And if you don't have the time or spoons to create something new, remember: Holoween is an excellent time to practice a little bit of resurrection! 🕯👻

Simply post a link to a work you have already published or reblog some art and tag me, so I can find it and reblog it!

👻🦇🎃 Let's get ready for a spooky Holoween! 🎃🦇👻

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

ahem, curious about 5 and 11 for that fanfic writers asks 👀

5. Is there a tiny detail in one of your fics that you feel goes tragically unnoticed?

Not so much a detail that goes unnoticed but one that tends to be interpreted differently.

When Steve and his party guests do their little sceance at the beginning of Possession, they actually make contact with someone, but are interrupted before that someone can reveal themselves to them. A lot of people think that this is Eddie, but I actually had Henry in mind while writing it. 😅

It's fine, though, it works both ways, I guess.

11. Conversely, if you had to pick a single trope to read for the next seven-and-half years, which trope would that be?

I'll be super sneaky and say "Strangers to Lovers" because that leaves so much room for changing up the details, and I love reading about different versions of them falling in love again and again and again in every conceivable universe. I could easily keep myself entertained for seven and a half years with that.

Fanfic writer asks

[spacely0]

HORROR MOVIE RECS

♦ top tier ★ all-time fave

slashers: ♦intruder friday the 13th part 2 sleepaway camp 2 stage fright scream ★♦cold prey (Fritt velt) 1 & 2 texas chainsaw massacre 1 & 2 wrong turn halloween 1 & 2 & H2O A Nightmare on Elm Street 3 Dream Warriors 1987 Child's Play 1 & ♦2 ★♦Curse of Chucky Phantom of the paradise Popcorn 1991 Club Dread My Bloody Valentine 1981 ★♦Society 1989 ♦Psychopath AKA Der Poppen Murders The Funhouse 1981 Peeping Tom happy brithday to me 1981 black christmas ★♦Sceance Maniac (the one with elijah wood) hell fest ♦Just before dawn 1981 Maniac Cop

scifi horror: The Curse of Frankenstein 1957 ♦The Revenge of Frankenstein 1958 ★♦Bride of Frankenstein 1935 ★♦the stuff ★♦the fly 1958 ★♦invasion of the body snatchers 1978 ★♦the thing ♦the faculty ★♦from beyond ★♦re-animator 2 ★♦prince of darkness 1987 Quatermass and the Pit 1967 ♦Pandorum Dr jekyll and sister hyde ★♦the brood ★♦its alive 1974 & it lives again 1978 killer klowns from outer space 1988 Quaatermass and the Pit 1967

hauntings/curses: ★♦burnt offerings 1976 haunting in connecticuit conjuring 1 & 2 insidious 1 & 2 & 3 & 5 ★♦ evil dead 1 & 2 & 2013 final destination 1 & 2 & 5 house (hausu) 1977 Kairo (pulse) 2001 the grudge (japanese & american) ♦ dark water Night of the Demon 1957 ♦The changeling 1980 ★♦The Hole in the Ground 2019 Whispering Corridors

folk horror: midsomar ♦ Viy 1967 ♦ impetigore 2019 ★♦ the wickerman 1973 Burn Witch Burn the medium

catholic horror: ♦ The Devil Rides Out 1968 ★♦ the sentinel 1977 nun II ♦ exorcist III

weirdos: ♦basket case 1 & 2 ♦it follows A dark song ★♦The Perfection The Empty Man ★♦The Skull 1965 Beyond the Black Rainbow dead ringers i, madman 1989 messiah of evil 1973 ★♦The People under the Stairs 1991 ★♦The Reflecting Skin 1990 ★♦Carnival of Souls

zombies: ★♦the video dead dawn of the dead 1978 & 2004 dead and buried i walked with a zombie ♦plague of the zombies The Serpent and the Rainbow

monsters: ★♦Sweetheart 2019 The Gate 1987 The invisible Man 1933 ♦Wishmaster 1997 Warlock ♦the mummy's shroud 1967

vampires: Shadow of the Vampire 2000 ★♦ Martin ★♦Captain Kronos -vampire hunter The Brides of Dracula 1960 ★♦the night stalker & the night strangler salems lot 1 & 2 ★♦son of dracula 1943 subspecies 1 & 2 & 4 from dusk til dawn Vampire Hunter D 1985

werewolves: the howling 1981 ginger snaps the beast must die!

death traps: ★♦The Pit and the Pendulum 1961 saw escape room ★♦Theatre of Blood 1973 The Abominable Dr. Phibes 1971 haunt

found footage: ♦Host 2020 Unfriended 1 & 2 Cloverfield Final Prayer Gonjiam: haunted asylum grave encounters hellhouse LLC ★♦Willow Creek ★♦noroi the curse occult ★♦ghostwatch ♦V/H/S 1 & 2 & viral

★♦ ALL the Amicus horror anthologies are worth watching

[a-random-fandom-friend]

J'ai fait la sceance de visionnage du film vdf, à l'occasion de son anniversaire, et j'ai vu TELLEMENT DE GENS COOL !!! Si vous avez vu un Henry avec un bras en carton robotique, c'était moi ✌️

[rcseglds]

•——————•°•✿ friends are all gathered in the neighborhood's "haunted house" for the night, circled around a dusty, cobweb filled room, with snacks and sleeping bags and games to keep them entertained, a competition to see who can last until morning. a sceance is supposed to make things more interesting, but right now everyone is sitting around chatting. the femme decides to make things more interesting, texting someone across the circle a sexy photo she'd taken at home earlier.

plot: our muses and their friends are spending the night in a haunted house, and my muse decides to make things more interesting. open to: f/m/nb. connections: fwb, sneaky link, partner, crush, anything muse: catalina trejo, 23, nail technician, bisexual, maia reficco beta editor only

[apocalypticvalraven]

*Technically* the show you want is Penn and Teller's Bullshit. Which... was a good show.

When I was a mid-20s LaVeyan Satanist borderline libertarian.

Penn Jillette is... well, there are worse Atheist Libertarians out there. He's an imperfect ally, but he's not quite as fucking weird (negative) as he was when he did Bullshit. Teller is, basically an enigma, which is what he wants, and I'll respect that. He seems like a good dude.

But, basically, Bullshit was an episodic series where each episode took on another topic, the first was Mediums, and is a good example- like, yes, people like Lady Cleo and John Edward are frauds who prey on desperate people, and sceances were pure performance. But I'm not sure an atheist is really the right person to tackle this (but then I'm an avowed agnostic who generally believes *something* exists but we won't know for certain or its nature until we die).

And they even took some of their own beliefs to task, like the episode on Recycling.

But basically, that's sort of the show we need right now, examining misinformation, fraud and psuedoscience in a broader focus than Mythbuster's targeted one. Like, ideally, there should be a sort of fusion of the two, where each episode tackles a specific overall topic, with something like modern Left-tube's video essay style talking about the origin and consequences of a specific belief/practice, and does an experiment as a sort of B plot. Interstitial segments could address smaller things, like basically anything from 5 Minute Crafts et al.

I'm convinced Mythbusters needs a reboot. Misinformation or mythinformation if you will, is at an all time high. We NEED the show that promotes critical thinking to come back. It doesn't need the same cast, in fact I think it would be better with some fresh faces. Imagine all the good it would do if you could just show your crazy uncle the Mythbusters reboot episode that debunks his anti-vaxx conspiracy in an easily digestible and entertaining format.

[lonespektr]

SEPTEMBER 30TH HORROR WATCH

Nanny (2022)

I have been trying to watch this for a week

Me and this internet tusslin chile

N e way

Senegalese immigrant to US nanny to white family

Anna diop Goddess

FIWINE ASS sinqa walls adonis

It's a horror movie because you cannot get to them through the screen

Okay so mami wata story

So far there's just weird vibes in the ytpipo house?

Sinqa (malik) is the doorman at the fancy building they start seeing each other

Annas character ( aisha) is having visual hallucinations

She has a kid back home from some guy who was messing with a bunch of school girls and now there's drama with that family

She's in the city alone but making friends with other immigrants from other African countries

And nannies

She's teaching that child french, feeding her jollof and reading her anansi the spider

Malik grandma is a wisdom, a seeer, a sensative

She has a mami wata painting and i WANT IT it's beautiful chaotic colorful

I don't have any art on my walls

Malik revealed his moms was schizophrenic and in a bad way- she passed a while ago

Failure of system for black mentally ill ppl

They not paying her what she do

The white husband just kissed her after saying he was gonna get her money shes owed

She BIT HIM!!! HA!!!

But also there was like a hallucination of herr??? Being a seducer???

Woah time jump WTF

MERMAID IN THE POOL MERMAID IN THE POOL!!!!!!

She drowning her oh she woke up back at the right time

Oh no big fight with mom

Mom mad she eating real food

Then aisha come with receipts saying it's no food in the damn house and she buys her own and subsidizes the kid lunch

Mom said you lost my kid one time (she ran off in the park for idk few mins got out into the street)

She said my bad but you still owe me a hundred dollars

Mom doesn't push really cause it was obviously an oversight kids run out of parks unlike never buying groceries for a month

She said pay me Ave ill be back

It's clear they are in a fancy house but underwater

But also choosing to stiff the nanny when they could cut another bill

Child tantrum

No what is going AWWN SIS the girl keeps disappearing

Bleeding knife bathtub she having a breakdown

Girl said she not gon tell because anansi made her flip out because

Bump bump bumm

Jealousy about the girl when her kid is not with her

Oh shit yea did the nanny cam catch it

She sent the money to get her kid the flight is there no kid

Bruh the friend watching her kid came on the plane

Her kid drowned and she never said anything

Just got on the flight to America

She seemed like was just going to dip when she got to America and never say anything

Just take the money

She jumped in the water

But malik fished her out

THAT'S IT

😮😮😮😮😮😮

DOUBLE FEATURE

A haunting in venice (2023)

"Scary stories make life less scary."

Still wtf does this guy do???

Delightful puppet show

I love old timey puppet shows

Venician masks

Games are foolish check on father pobreceito

Not her enabling the kids canoodling 🤣🤣

The costumes and set are legit

The sceance is for a dead daughter

Lol she said nemisis and not in a very sarcastic way

Medium neither big nor small

Dropped that lovely chandelier

Rats in the walls

No credit for theaterical timing

Suicide driven via the kids

Ex bf??

Literally don't understand why ppl just i would have kicked him out

No crystal ball

A type writer

Boy said I talked to ghosts and they say you are full of shit

Busted lol confederate in the chimney magic typewriter

And now the theatrics increases

I appreciate the silence during the theatrics to highlight how silly it is

They are not even addressing her subterfuge

Lol bobbing for apples

COVID

An attempted MURDER

Oop

Bruh they fucking already

Dude 🙄🙄🙄🙄 the only reason I'm watching this is for her now she dead

Lol yea she was a nurse

That woman like i hate this place bad vibes

The kid with the books insists she was a fake Ave he hears the voices

Standard who done it

It was obviously the writer from jump but once everyone is in league it's boring

The guy just not interesting enough his character is too silly to be a Sherlock type guy and the voice is silly

They tilted their hand too early for the mom

And it amounts to misogynistic tropes

A desperate mother

A charlatan woman

Yuck zero stars

Let's try again

TRIPLE FEATURE

No Exit

Rehab

The self absorption of addiction

Rehab or jail

Mom sick

She busted out/ stole a car

Storm hit

Local community center opens up

She found the girl in the truck

Already promised to get her out

Dennis haysbert has been outside twice and woke be the prime suspect

What's wrong with BS?

Lol you never played BS ?

Bruh what that's not how you play

It's an allowable variation though

The problem with this variation of the game is if you flop back and forth it's easier to spot a liar and easier to keep track whereas if you go in order you would have to remember what was played 52 cards ago

She's trying to get intel on everyone via the card game

The weirdo stereotype has an explosion loosing at cards

She decides it's him and tries to dial 911

No one has had service the whole time obvs snow storm

So so busts into the car

The girl has a medical band but i didn't catch it

The guy busts in but she is very small and hides under junk in the big ass creeper truck

He's talking violent

Until he leaves

He has a gun

This guy seems borderline

He finally notices the footprints from the van

The issue is

Dennis haysbert character is ex military and now that she knows it's not him why didn't she just tell him as soon as she found out???

Fake kiss to throw him off the scent

Okay she told the young man

He still thinks it's her though

Why wouldn't they tell the ex military man

Knew it was him from jump obvs the attractive one 🙄🙄

Upset the stereotypical mentally disturbed guy is involved though

They did play it that they didn't know each other the whole time though

Why would her silly butt not just go back into the main room with them??

There's something to be said about addiction and being alone and not asking for help

Okay second time silence being afraid to reach out for help has resulted in someone not being rescued

Yea this is literally just an inability to reach out

The girl dips and they use our protag as bait to smoke her out but it's a literal snow storm they can't find her

Mr and ms common sense go outside and find the girl

So now the protag the nurse the ex military have the girl

But the girl is half frozen and needs her meds now it's a stand off

The kidnappers threatening to burn the center down they got a gas can

Completely plausible i have a gas can in my lil car they got a old van goin over a mountain

These boys are being put up to by their uncle (not actual foster dad)

OMG she's in on it

Apparently the girl is a little shit

And the wife is a maid for the rich family

The marine gambled all their money away

Like the house and everything

Another everyone's in on it

But in a better way

They are trafficking the kid

Boom he shot everybody quick

Knew he would get popped, too useful

The ex nurse current maid

Nailed gunned her to the wall ooof

Like in the wrist though major artery

Brutal

I'm 100% for the attractive guy being the villain but also two murders is hot like you gotta be a real sociopath for that or very disregulated he wasn't either they should have like advertised that a bit

Ooof

Just got a text her mom died

I think he thought that would break her but this dumbass doesn't realize that just freed her up to be wreckless

Nothing to live for

Her pending texts obvs went out when the mom text came in

About the kidnappers to her sis

Lol not snorting the coke she found in the car as a pain numbing agent

Shes free

He really does care about his brother

She's holding him hostage

WHOA the lil girl swiped at him holding the nail gun it went off hit the brother in the head

Woah now it's getting silly he tripped on the blood of the other two bodies face planted and the nail went in the rest of the way

Cop arrived

Her dumbass (or coked up ass) shot him while the cop was there so obviously he shot her

Shes a bad shot the brother shoots the cop

He goes back to finish protag but she knofes him

(after some more implied sexual assault via gun)

Protag should be dead but she is on coke so maybe not feeling too much

She radioed for help i would say they would have found them anyway the cop would be missing but possibly not before they all bled out/ froze to death

48 days rehab now

Her sister finally visits after a month under her belt

Fin

[violayves]

girl do not go to that sceance

[holo-squad]

Holoween Prompts

Only five days to go until we begin our week-long Holoween bash! (For details, see my pinned post!)

Would you like to write something or create some art for the week of ghostly holo-horror tales, but can't quite think of anything that would fit? Here are a few ideas to get your started!

The crew makes a pit stop at some far-flung trading station and Picard acquires an Ancient Artefact of Great Renown and Immeasurable Value (i.e. he's sweet-talked into paying way too much for an old piece of junk). Raffi decides it looks like a Ouija board and holds an impromptu sceance, since it's Halloween and all. Unfortunately, it turns out the artefact is not some harmless piece of junk but a highly sophisticated piece of technology that can mess up all kinds of computer code...

Rios is haunted by ghosts of his past and the holos decide to help him through it.

After a few gruelling months of close calls with hostile ships and diplomatic incidents, Steward digs through a database of ancient Earth customs to find something that might cheer up the crew's spirits. He lands on a tradition called a "Halloween Party", which may or may not end in disaster...

Emil has to patch up various participants of Elnor's "introduction to pumpkin carving (with a guest lecture by Emmet on the advantages and disadvantages of various types of knives)".

It's only been a year since Rios has had this holographic "crew" of his, and their relationship is strained, to say the least. When a computer glitch threatens to turn his Emergency Holograms into hollow, lifeless specters of their former selves, he has to decide how far he is willing to go to save them.

Enoch tries to create a corn maze on the holodeck. Things only get more convoluted from there.

Feel free to use any of these as straight-out prompts or modify them to your heart's content!

And if you don't have the time or spoons to create something new, remember: Holoween is an excellent time to practice a little bit of resurrection!

Simply post a link to a work you have already published or reblog some art and tag me, so I can find it and reblog it!

Let's all get ready for a very spooky Holoween!

[missgreenkitty]

Wanna chat?