#but with jasmine its like

[bunnieswithknives]

Does anyone else other than hazel end up finding out abt dev’ prosthetic?do Winn and jasmine find out?

Eventually he does get comfortable enough to let other people see it, he still refuses to tell anyone what happened though.

[vriskabot]

my cats really do love to be ripping and tearing it up not even three minutes after i get out of bed in the morning JESUS

[theghostkingisdead]

dpxdc - Neglected Child AU

As one of his first acts as Ghost King, Danny basically created ghost CPS. Mostly they help new spirits come to terms with the fact that they're dead, but situations like Danny's are a lot more common than the Observants had lead him to believe. People who come back from the dead or are exposed to large quantities of unstable ectoplasm often lead sad, short second lives. Either because they are unable to obtain the nutrients their new forms require, or because their communities turn against them in fear. This is a story about Jason Todd.

There was a lot Jazz loved about her job. She loved helping young ghosts find acceptance. She loved matching cases with foster Fraids. She loved meeting new people. She loved the rare excuse to travel dimensions. But some days, Jazz was intimately reminded of why this program was formed in the first place.

Knock, knock, knock.

Jazz looked up from her laptop. “Come in!”

Apple – the ghost of a dryad whose tree was chopped down two summers ago – poked her head in.

“Uh, Lady- I mean, Ms. Phan-, no,” Apple took a shuddering breath. Jazz smiled encouragingly. The girl had only been working here for a season, and already she was making excellent progress. “Ms. Jasmine, there’s a city spirit here to see you, uh, on behalf of a uh, potential client.”

“Thank you, Apple, you can send them in.” Jazz said.

Apple flushed green, closing the door with a sigh. Jazz guessed she had about two minutes before the impromptu meeting began. She used the time to sweep some papers off her desk and into a drawer. It had been some time since she’d had a walk-in like this. Jazz had a strict open doors policy when it came to her office, despite the technical fact that her door was often closed; it was just easier to focus that way! She had no idea why most ghosts preferred to submit claims by mail, really it was much better for them to speak with an officer in person.

Thirty years ago, Jazz would’ve had trouble describing the spirit that walked through the doors. Fifty years ago, even looking at it would’ve been painful. But Jasmine Duchess Phantom had been living in the Infinite Realms for almost eighty years now, and liminal senses reached out subconsciously, cataloging scents and colors that her mortal mind would have balked at.

The shape of a steel-colored skeleton peered out at her from a billowing cloud of grey smoke, which curled around its feet and seeped across the floor. Jazz tasted gunmetal and sugar, smelled stale urine and burned bread, felt desperation-fear-hunger-love crash violently against her. Like a cliff to a wave, Jazz stood her ground, letting herself be tested. This spirit was old and afraid; when it spoke, it spoke in a million overlapping voices.

“My apologies for barging in unannounced, Your Grace. I come before you with an issue of great import. One I have reason to believe our King may have a personal interest in.”

Jazz nodded, “My doors are always open, City Spirit. I’m always happy to help. But before I hear your petition, may I know who I am addressing?”

The skeleton did not move that she could see, but Jazz heard windchimes like chittering laughter.

“I am Gotham, Your Grace. My apologies for my rudeness. I have little reason to travel these days and am unaccustomed to necessary introductions.”

Jazz nodded, committing the name and its taste to memory. “No need to apologize, Gotham. Your situation is not unique amongst your kind. Have a seat,” Jazz gestured at the plush couch across from her desk. “What troubles you so, to bring you so far from home?”

There was more windchime tittering, and Jazz wondered if the spirit was laughing or just readjusting itself on a plane she could not see. A nervous tick, perhaps? Maybe she could send Apple for something to make Gotham feel more at ease. Bullet casings or chocolate chip cookies would be equally soothing to this entity, Jazz guessed.

Gotham folded into itself, form blurring slightly before reforming on the couch, leaned forward with elbows on knees. “Many years ago, a mortal man pledged himself to my service. I accepted him as a City Guard, my mortal Champion. This man has many children who have likewise pledged themselves to my protection.”

Jazz smothered the urge to interrupt. She loathed the idea of child Guards; the fact that this City Spirit was here now asking for help meant that this instance had gone just as well as it usually did.

Unaware of her internal judgement, Gotham continued. “The second child died and revived some seven years ago, I…” This time, the rattling sound emanating from Gotham shook the room with the force of a thunderclap. “You have to understand, I don’t claim kids as champions, so technically he was never even under my protection. And when he came back, he ran! I don’t have power outside the city, you know, so even if, well, it’s not like there was anything I could have done differently,”

Jazz was aware that she was frowning. She could only guess what her aura felt like to Gotham, whose smoky aura was rapidly thickening. A bird puffing itself up to look bigger. A cheap trick. If Jazz were in a more compassionate mood, she might have felt embarrassed at such a juvenile display from a spirit decades older than herself.

“You neglected a child, or-” she cut off Gotham before it could protest, “allowed a child to be neglected. For seven years. What changed? Why petition him now and not then?”

Gotham chittered, “Well, you see, he came back to me just over a year ago, retook his pledge and everything. And, well, things were rough, I thought the fraid was just readjusting itself, but, er-”

“Tell me.”

“Well, the problem is I don’t exactly know what the boy is anymore, but he’s more ghostly than not, and his fraid’s fully human. If this infighting between my Guards goes on for any longer, it’ll tear me apart. I figured The King might want to step in, considering this boy might be a halfa, maybe he could help him and the fraid get back to normal.”

Jazz grinned. “Rest assured, Gotham, The Crown will indeed be taking special interest in your case.” Words dripped from her lips, caustic even to her own ears. “Now, why don’t you go outside and give Apple the rest of the details. I have some visits to make.”

[anbaisai]

Happy birthday to @crystallizsch and the lovely Yuusha! May you have another wonderful year full of happiness and currynoodles💜

[kelocitta]

Day 29: Nightcat Reina de la Noche

[palossssssand]

A long time coming, but here’s a set of revamped designs for a pokemon black gijinka team! Old designs under the readmore.

Character list: Jonathan (reuniclus), Eziekel (houndoom), Normal (omastar), Aaron (smeargle), Jasmine (dustox), and Cooper (mow rotom)

[earfgoddesss]

when you 3am challenge so hard you end up developing a deep bond and falling in love

[airborneice]

“What’s this one supposed to mean?”

“Hmm..beauty or strength, sometimes.”

“Perfect.”

@sketchbookweek Day 2 - Wilderness / Witchcraft

going back to my roots of drawing sketchbook being gay in a field

[sparring-spirals]

I was initially clipping this to capture the overwhelmingly accurate, absolutely devastating hilarity of "you went for realistic, and sadly, you nailed it". And then just kept recording because I really fucking love the discussion about how to balance the line between like:

You are trying to tell a story that feels good and gives you the kind of lift you might be looking for in an explicitly fantasy story,

vs

How to ensure it still feels grounded and rewarding in a way where you can "bring this good feeling back to earth" at the end.

Like they're talking about TTRPG's but they clearly make parallels to other forms of storytelling/worldbuilding mediums, like movies, and. like. Yeah. Yeah.

Like the framing of "you really recreated the feeling of powerlessness..." and wanting the fantasy element to manifest in there being the clearer, straightforward ways to solve complex issues, vs trying to ensure that you can have a victory and it feels feasible and substantial and applicable in some way, and has something you can take out of the fantasy world and hold with you back on "terra firma".

Its tricky! Its a tricky thing to balance, and I don't think there's a single "right" answer nor should there be because it depends. It depends on the story, and the intent, and the setting, and the medium, and etc. Big fan of this framework to explain it.

[vero-niche]

bucchigiri?! episode 9 + the narrative reminding arajin who his real love interest is

[figofswords]

wow I didn’t think reblogging that tea post and then seeing people’s tags would deal me such strong psychic damage. come over I can fix you I can find a tea you will like. “I don’t like tea” how can you say that as a blanket statement when there are so many vastly different kinds of tea. head in hands

[rippeanuts1950-2000]

out of context paragraph from the devzel fic

Sorry if this reads weird, it’s still a rough draft

[thornswoggled]

@ivimidnite173 you have put worms in my brain. are you happy? is that what you wanted? i have not been able to stop thinking about this and ive decided to make it everyones problem

for your consideration:

i dont earnestly believe this will go anywhere especially given that lindsay st george says in ch 96 that chise could "disrupt the order of the college," like i dont think it would be necessarily beneficial to the st georges at all, but i think its sooo interesting to think about. the prospect of chise being paired with someone else could also force elias to figure out the real reason he wanted chise to be his bride, because there is still no way he actually knows

i think they could have a loveless genderfuck lavender marriage. i should be allowed this, as a treat

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

a strange thought - Ben 10 is, in fact, the only one who already has canonical children (14 to be exact) now it's curious to see the reaction of the rest of the HoM to this information

teen!mom Ben & his babies is something I've been wanting to draw for months, but i also just feel tired from thinking about drawing those 14 cute babies lol (maybe some day i will have enough energy for this specific cute thing haha)

but yeah the only thing I keep thinking about is that in HoM AU, if big chill's kids ever be back on earth, Ben will finally have (almost) enough emergency babysitters for them who wouldn't mind that the kids could fly/phase thru stuff/freeze stuff/be big space moth toddlers.

guess who is their favorite babysitters are (to Ben's both delight and frustration)?? Thats right: Danny (for all obvious reasons) and Jenny (because she has cool buttefly/moth themed transformation and can chill with them in space). Least favorite are: Rex (to his great sadness, but he is just not good with kids) and Jun (because she is surprisingly strict, all those years of dealing with Ray Ray's nonsense made her very adept at wrangling unruly kids lol). The others are a mixed reaction/acceptance.

[midnxght-sweet-time]

So now that Im practically free, I decided to work on my Prince Charming Au and other fic projects— mainly Prince Charming au-

I placed the Little Mermaid one on hold since Ive been on writers block on how to proceed with it (Sorry Azul simps) but continuing with that later I decided to atleast start working on Prince Ali of Ababwa (Jamil's story).

And thus began my revisit to Aladdin, both live action and animated film to get the feel of both perspectives.

Ngl tho the live action was pretty boring. I mean it had more action obvi but for the most part I almost slept thru. But HOT DAMN Will Smith (the genie's actor) was the whole star of the show.

As for the animated film— lmao okay lemme explain—

I managed to ask my friends to join me in watching Aladdin while playing a game of: "Take a shot everytime this possibly 30 yr old man trying to seduce an underage princess"

Jasmine in the animated film was confirmed underage btw look it up. SHES 15-

But oh boy. We did a total of 10 shots. 10 god forsaken shots.

But really. Youre telling me the glorious man himself- HIM-

Is based off THIS MAN?

My honest reaction:

[coffinbutch]

Corinne and I want to get into fragrances so we got some sample ones and I really wanted to try secretions magnifiques from etat libre d'orange (the one that people say smells like cum) so we got that as one. Corinne tried it on and so far has described it as smelling like "a baby born in a tidepool," "mermaid breastmilk," "feminine but only if all the women you know are evil," and "sucking off Jeremy fragrance but he just got out of the ocean"