#but like he was already dead

[regscupid]

9/4 prompt: sign - ghost regulus au (806 words) - @jegulus-microfic

When James first moved into the flat, Regulus didn’t bother him.

It was a change of pace, as he’d been a bit of a nightmare since he died. He was moody and bitter, which always had a way of seeping into the space around him. ‘Heavy’, that’s what everyone said it felt like when they walked in the front door.

He had built himself a bit of a reputation. Sometimes, if he was bored and in an extra bad mood, he’d put all of his energy into throwing things. Just to see if he could really, but tenants didn’t tend to appreciate it. There were complaints of a figure looking out the window all day and night, but what else was he expected to do with his eternity of afterlife in a one-bedroom flat? Once, he wrote ‘get out’ on a mirror that fogged up from a shower because he thought it would be funny. The lady living there at the time cried and he felt a little bad about it.

But when James moved in, he didn’t want to scare him away.

He was loud, but Regulus didn’t find it grating. He wasn’t sure he’d have the ability to dampen the mood of a room if James was there.

He found himself staring at James more often than he stared out the window. Who cares about all of the bustling life outside, everything he felt he was missing out on, when James was more full of life than anything he’d ever seen while actually alive?

He started doing little things, helpful things, with the energy he was saving up from not being destructive. He’d restart the shitty broken dishwasher when it stopped mid-run. He’d put a glass of water next to his medication so he wouldn’t forget to take it. He even put out a fire on the stove once when James ran off in a panic to find a towel.

James noticed, of course, but Regulus didn’t think he thought much of it. He’d just scrunch his eyebrows, smile confusedly at whatever he did, and move on with his day. Regulus didn’t have a tangible body anymore but he swore he could feel his heart skip a beat whenever he saw it.

One night, a few months after James moved in, Regulus slipped up. It was nearing the anniversary of his death, so the anger and sorrow were stronger than they’d been in a while. He was pacing through the hallway, trying to figure out how to not infect the apartment with his grief and affect James when he came out of his room and stopped in his tracks.

His eyes held on the space Regulus was in. Regulus was confused until he realized he’d worked himself up into a whole full-body apparition.

He hastily b-lined right into the kitchen, out of James’ line of sight, and willed himself away.

James ran after him and looked around, gaze going right through Regulus like it was meant to.

Regulus worried he’d ruined everything. James would move out, because who wants to live in a haunted flat where you could run into a ghost at the end of the hall?

To his shock, at least as much as a dead person could be shocked, nothing really changed. He continued to do favors for James, and James continued to live there.

Only now, James paid closer attention. He seemed to take note of all the things Regulus did. He also started taking pictures randomly, just pointing the camera at any open space and snapping away. Only when he got a picture of the spot Regulus was standing did he realize James was looking for orbs, because of fucking course he was.

James’ eyes widened when he saw the picture. Regulus had stared, frozen in place, waiting for the shoe to drop. But instead of being afraid, James smiled. A big, toothy grin, wholly unfit for finding evidence that his flat is possibly haunted.

“I knew it,” he mumbled. Regulus didn’t get many opportunities to hear James’ voice since he lived alone, so he swooned. Just a little bit.

“Okay, uh, if you’re still here, can you give me a sign?” James spoke loudly, too loud considering Regulus was right in front of him.

Regulus hesitated. James wasn’t scared, he seemed excited. So, Regulus decided to say fuck it. If James wanted a sign he was there, he’d get a sign.

He looked around before his eyes settled on an open notebook on the coffee table next to a pen. He kneeled down and focused his energy into picking the pen up, ignored James’ soft gasp, and started writing.

Hi. I’m dead.

He paused, then drew a little ghost next to it. He thought James would like it.

He did. He laughed, sounding delirious.

“Hi, dead. I’m James.”

[gotstabbedbyapen]

"Ody, get away from the ledge" - Eurylochus called Odysseus "Ody" too

"I'll stay in your heart" - Same thing Anticlea sang to Odysseus

"Stay in my open arms" - And Polites too

Calypso I know you're trying to calm Odysseus but are you realizing you're literally pushing him further to jump 🙃

[technically-human]

Payneland² 

[thankstothe]

this show rewires you fundamentally in 60 seconds and then just goes on to have more seasons. audacity

[methoughtsphantom]

Danny fake guardian angel au

You know how sometimes it’s highlighted how you have to be very careful on what you say in the presence of a spirit because they can twist your words and end up bidding yourself to it?? well uno-reverse-card the spirit also has to be careful on what he says because when Danny had said he owed the dude one for coming to his rescue in a gala Vlad had dragged him to, he didn’t expect that to be taken literally.

danny: wait seriously?? i literally say that all the time!

cw: not after being crowned ghost king, you haven’t

danny: but—but I was also human when I said it. doesn’t that protect me or smth

cw: *shakes his head*

danny:

danny: omg this is a nightmare

cue timmy’s brucequest period (cuz he’s the guy) being so high strung and tired, he just wants some company, which is a so low stakes thing to want the deal Danny unintentionally goes sure we can do that and pulls him towards the guy, despite Timmy never outright saying he wants company. (tim always speaks in the sanctity of his own mind, not out loud)

So. random spirit manifesting. Tim going all who the fuck are u

and Danny panicking and saying your guardian angel

Tim not being impressed while Danny promptly blushes like a moron because that did not come off as he wanted it to.

Yes accidental dead tired where the dynamic goes from Tim trying to shake this probably demon that somehow latched to him being all like ??? dude leave me alone, and Danny being there like bitch i’m trying

to

huh. im actually being protected by a spirit like he said he would. he’s strangely an idiot but also he’s overpowered and just never leaves my side which he says it’s an angel obligation but I think it’s bullshit but also hoping it’s not because it appeals to my crippling fear of abandonment (anyways he really seems to take after those little cartoon angels that poof into your shoulder to keep from me doing wrong decisions) translate into my future boyfriend seems increasingly appalled to what i am up to

meanwhile danny

Bitch you better thank your god I’m dead because otherwise I would already been killed. I did not sign up for a assassins what the fuck I thought you were a normal civilian not a literal superhero and omg that is a fruitloop. no no back off you wrinkly raisin this is my emotional support idiot you can’t have him and what do you mean you’re messing with time whatever this way I can get back to clockwork—

[draculasweedsmokinggirlfriend]

Let's not pretend that Oscar Wilde isn't spinning in his grave so violently we could entirely switch to green, renewable energy at this news of Dorain and Basil being portrayed as fucking siblings in this new show

[otto-doctavius]

“hey are you ok?” NO im thinking about how soft Logan was by the end of the film

[skitskatdacat63]

I'm already getting the feeling that he's somehow gonna be even sillier this year 🤔

[ursamajori]

god i love being SOOO obnoxious about my ocs everyone should be 50% more obnoxious about their ocs right neow

[anintroverteddarling]

I was gonna try drawing smth cute but ended up drawing these two again help--

[stark-lord]

Constantly plagued with thoughts of Edwin now knowing he enjoys being courted and Charles (compulsive charmer) with a whole new arsenal up his sleeve (laser focus on Monty’s whole deal)

“I mean, my smile is prett-y convincing” yeah yeah okay I can see where this is heading. Outlook not so good (for me)

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I really do think a lot on Edwin’s very serious declaration of never letting the two of them get separated after Charles shows concern about it in episode 1, and it’s abundantly clear that he’s just as protective of Charles as Charles is of him. However, due to the kinds of situations they ended up in during season 1, Edwin fell a lot more into the role of the one who needed protecting, which is why I really badly want to see Edwin have a moment in season 2 where he protects Charles or saves them from being separated again, through clever words maybe, or his spell books.

I just desperately want some kind of follow through on the ferventness of his “I will never let that happen” because with the conviction of that line, god I believe it, but do I ever really want to see it too

[lemongogo]

i still draw ipromise

[keferon]

Okay I’m. Usually. Usually I don’t enjoy human aus and usually I hate drawing transformers as humans because it feels so wrong to my brain.

But then I stumbled upon Dream of something more by Gemma_Inkyboots and aaauuuhh fuck. Here’s the pile of the most vague and unspecific and undetailed fanart. Because I’m being torn between “I can’t drawing human designs” and “If don’t draw something for this fic I die”.

[a-jasminator]

Desire has a bit of shapeshift-y fun when the Dead Boys come to call.

Yeah I'm still pushing my George-Rexstrew-villain agenda what about it?

[methoughtsphantom]

halfas are the found family trope foster child

they all adopt each other. it’s the reason Vlad wanted so badly to have Danny as his son and the reason Danny immediately went with sure you’re my cousin now with Dani. it’s a survival mechanism from being so very few of their species. Sooo, halfa!Jason except he sorta isn’t yet cause Jason’s core is extremely ruptured from the lack of ectoplasm involved in his forceful resurrection. So when Danny finds Jason in his catatonic state he can’t quite tell the dude’s been dead and remains some, just that the guy for some reason seems very friend-shaped. Danny doesn’t mind his friend is braindead, and is also a john doe, he gives familiar vibes and that’s apparently enough for Danny to constantly find himself in the hospital doing his engineering homework on the room with the guy, and talking for hours about the updates on the absolute clusterfuck of the city and how he was from a freaking ghost town and he can almost even draw comparisons. he blabbers about how he’s not homesick enough times to even corner himself to talk about a ghost lore many times and how he’s just finding himself a little more prone to violence and in constant pain since none of the people he has adopted as his family are here with him and he can’t consider a place a lair if there’s isn’t someone of his in it.

But Danny could never drag someone with him just because of some it, after all it was Danny’s choice to come to Gotham to collage and not stay where at least his parents (good parents Jack and Maddie) were in Amity.

Ironically, Danny essentially can’t feel that his core has been spoon feeding ectoplasm to Jason. As months go on, the little ball of energy builds in anticipation practically vibrating in the waiting pulse of something (Danny doesn’t know but more often than not has he found himself laughing in happy confusion. it weirds him out in a good way) It’s really that he’s feeling the slow healing process of his friend (brother brother brother) ‘s core.Imagine it’s just about to properly, correctly heal when canon strikes back and Jason gets snatched by League assassins. Danny is left feeling like his core got torned out. His core had spend months helping another’s only to feel the other’s imprint and to not be able to protect it in return is— forget it being an obsession; thats like having your newborn baby being ripped out of your arms. An all assuaging feeling of helplessness that is devastating. Danny just beginning to feel like home lair when out of nowhere the rug is swept under him. Danny suddenly struggling to not flunk all his classes and beat every single liminal that he can feel crossing paths with him to the ground. Danny suddenly having his chronic pain (that hadn’t been so bad lately) dialed up to the point that there are just bearable and bad days.

The worse thing is he doesn’t know why.

Jason had only been a guy.

…

It’s only a three weeks before Jazz tells him she accepted a job offer in Gotham.

(and the guilt only makes him feel worse when he can feel himself feel better because of it)

…

now

whimsical time skip ✨

Danny is now on his feet again and friends with a Wayne of your choice (or maybe they were friends a little before Jay dissapeared and it was badTM cause Waynes? liminal 🥲) Danny definitely didn’t enjoy snapping off to his friend like that. anyways it’s been a year since that and he and his friend are having a grand time playing civvies, uhh let’s say dick because I want them to meet while ice skating, Also Dick because he definitely turns a blind eye when Danny goes airborne for a second there yep. He’s just having too much fun.

anyways as alwaysTM Danny doesn’t clock celebrities and like why would he, Dick is just the random guy who’s was fast to turn Danny’s slow day in the ice ring into a competition one day and brighten when Danny matched up his puns. So he totally doesn’t get why the guy’s so gloomy one day, anyways as you can figure, it’s Jason’s deathday and Dick is a deprecating bean, Danny tries to cheer him up by having him remember his brother instead and Dick attempts to, but even skipping through some photos in his phone make his eyes burn.

It is because of that that he doesn’t notice Danny absolutely freeze up at the photo of his friend Jay (Jay because he’s a John Doe, but that’s just too impersonal and so the first letter is J *wink wink*)

Danny absolutely doesn’t know what to do with this information, barely catches himself from asking Dick how did his brother die. Most importantly when because Danny just saw Jay—Jason less than a year ago, and this somehow doesn’t feel too recent.

Annd that how we find Danny digging into the Wayne second son tragedy. Staring at the date of death while the knowledge that they met almost six months after burns his forefront of his mind. Danny spends a day going over all the questions running through his mind over how the fuck he couldn’t sense Jay was a ghost—err was… in past tense?? what the fuck?? Danny would really like a refund on his ghost sense.

Anyways Danny goes check out the grave (now that he knows there is one) and boom although intangible he somehow triggers those shitty ass sensors/alarms that somehow didn’t go off when jason was literally digging himself out.

Obviously the bats get in the case immediately. And boy are they absolutely enraged that someone would steal Jason’s body.