#dp ff

[ajitated]

(Originally posted: 21 May 2021)

Summary: Everyone has wings, ghosts included. A ghost's wings are connected directly to their core, and can tell you a lot about the ghost. Pariah isn't very happy with how Clockwork has been treating their own wings.

Written for DannyMay Day 19, Wings!

[1driedpersimmon]

Let it not be said that magic users are not physically strong 💪☺️

(In other words I’ve made Kaiien a summoner hehe)

[cursedzucchini]

Danny and Jason meeting each other for the first time like:

Danny, pointing at Jason: baby???????

Jason, who just walked into the kitchen for cookies: baby!!!!!!!

Danny: what the fuck is a baby doing here???????

Jason: who left the baby unattended?????? Where are his parents????????

Bruce: i adopted both of you wh-

Jason & Danny, screaming on top of their lungs: BABY!!!!!!!!!!

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Idk I'm just imagining Bruce adopting Danny, not telling anyone, bringing him home and Jason was just in the mansion. And their stupid dumb ghost brains go

Danny: not even filly formed baby in pain!!!!!! He's been suffering for so long.... Need to protect!!!!!!!

Jason: a fucking two years old baby!!!! (Wait what) very very young, very dumb, need to protect!!!!! (Who tf is this kid)

And when put together, they immidietly adopt each other. I feel like the scene that follows is Jason force feeding Danny a cookie, rambling Abt how thin he is and how he should eat more, and Danny fighting him while trying to give him ectoplasm so his core can fully form, cooing and telling Jason how he doesn't need to worry, Danny's here

[gammija]

"That wasn’t fear, it, it wasn’t even anger... It was envy."

@a-mag-a-day Seeing all the other art for this episode again today inspired me to draw a lil smthn too 😏

[halfa-dumbass]

Hello yes hi um quick question

WHEN WERE YALL GONNA TELL ME THAT THE FANDOM DEPOWERS DANNY AND YET HE IS STILL OVERPOWERED AS FUCK?!??

I have just finished reading his wiki page (don't judge me I needed a refresher for if I'm going to write anything ever even if I don't share it with anyone) and what the absolute fuck.

The fan base tends to give him ice, invisibility, intangible, flight, maybe eldritch shape shifting or some shit like that, his ghostly wail, vacuum resistance and maybe possibly the ability to command ghosts (if Ghost King ofc) but that isn't even close to all that fucker can do (maybe very rarely yall will touch on his software fusion).

HE HAS A VERY VERY LONG LIST OF POWERS INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO ELECTROKINESIS, PYROKINESIS, POSSIBLE TELEPORTATION (THAT ONE IS DEBATED ON), ECTO-CONSTRUCTS AND A MILLION OTHER THINGS! HE CAN EVEN USE PHOTOKINESIS FFS?! HE EVEN HAS AN ABILITY CALLED THE VOID WHICH BASICALLY ALLOWS HIM TO FILL A ROOM IN TRUE DARKNESS THAT ONLY HE CAN SEE IN?!??!!

Basically why did nobody tell me just how OP my son Danny is? Specifically in the dc crossovers since that's mainly what I read lately. Imagine him interacting with Duke when he can use photokinesis or imagine he rarely uses his fire powers so no body expects it when he just... melts all of Freezes ice in an instant. I'm just saying someone (who can write better then I ofc) has gotta make an extremely OP Danny/DC story Saiki K style ya know (preferably without the incest brother thing going on ya know).

(If they exist please give me suggestions I'll forever be grateful)

[writersmacchiato]

family ties | Gerard Pitts

warning but not really; mentions/alludes to bad home life for reader :(((( but it’s honestly nothing explicitly stated <3 not proof read!!

sidenote: for everyone in the winter season (happy first day of winter btw!!!), I so recommend finding a sunny spot outside and sitting out there with a blanket and a hot drink and soak in the sun.

. . .

Gerard Pitts happens to stumble upon you while you’re sitting on the back steps of the school. A warm blanket draped over you shoulders and protecting you from the chill. The sunlight washes over you in a glow and his heart skips a beat at the beauty you are.

A steaming cup of something rests in your hands, your eyes transfixed on nothing in particular but the cloudless blue sky above you.

Your face is blank, giving nothing away.

Well, to anyone that wasn’t him but he knows you, doesn’t he?

He notices the slump of your shoulders, marring your usual prefect posture. The slight down curve of your lips, the slightest of tension between your brows.

You’re upset and stewing in it.

“Good morning.” He approaches loudly, steps crunching on gravel to announce his presence first.

“Good morning, Pitts.” To your credit, your small smile seems genuine enough so he takes a seat beside you. Arms almost touching, but he doesn’t close the distance. Not yet.

“Lovely morning.” He says, cupping his hands to blow hot air into them. It is very chilly, but the frost covering the ground and trees was beautiful. He could see why you came here often.

You hum in agreement, otherwise motionless from the small sips from your cup.

“How is the family?” He decides to stop beating around the bush.

It’s not a secret, at least to him, that you struggle with the time spent with your family. And that you had a dinner with them yesterday.

You make a noise, somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. “Oh, just the usual dinner and show.”

“And, your sister?”

At the mention of her, you slump against his side, head leaning on his shoulder. Letting out a long groan that makes him laugh.

“The usual, then?” He supplies when you take to silence once more.

He knows that you sit with your thoughts and feelings too much, let them fester within unspoken until it becomes too much. He’s also learning how to slowly creep out the feelings, how to spin the words out. Knows that you trust him in a way you haven’t had before.

“The fucking usual.” You pause, before the words spill out in a sudden rush. “She’s just so… mean! She’s mean all the time! And if I ever try to say anything, she gets mad at me. It’s exhausting being around her because I never know if she will strike out or be nice.”

Pitts moves his arm to wrap around you, in a one sided hug. He’s met your sister and knows how cruel she can be, both intentionally and unintentionally.

“And, then winter break is coming up and I don’t want to be home at all. I hate it there. My parents are already so… them. And my sister is in an extra horrible mood. It will be torture.”

“You know, you’re always welcome to come home with me.” To me.

You allow yourself to indulge the fantasy. Having been to his family’s estate many times before. His mother is very welcoming and kind, his father is somewhat aloof and awkward but in a charming way.

The kitchen would smell like freshly baked cookies, the scent wafting through the house. You could curl up by the fireplace, reading anything you desired from their extensive library.

Traipsing through the woods around the estate, freshly fallen snow making it a winter wonderland. Building snowpeople and and trying to sneak a ball of snow down his coat. Hoping for the coldest temperatures so the pond will freeze frostily for ice-skating, hands numb from cold except where his hands hold yours.

Looking through his wardrobe, selecting his coziest sweaters to wear to bed. Running through the halls in wool socks and seeing who can slide the furthest.

Warm dinners with his family, gathered together. Watching the way the candlelight flickers over his face, sneaking glances and smiling when you catch him doing the same.

Maybe he would kiss you under the mistletoe. Because his family is the type to hang up mistletoe and he would pretend to be oblivious to the fact that he hung up the very plant you now stand under together and you would let him.

“I would like that very much, Gerard Pitts.”

[undeadvinyls]

they like to smoke together, in the sun, by the lake

[rbs appreciated]

[redrobin-detective]

Shout out to the fics you read years and years ago, fics you found on a whim late at night and read and moved on and yet their stories haunt. Pour one out for those fics you stand no chance in hell of finding again and yet even long after you read those words, you still find yourself affected by them. Here’s to the stories that exist without name, author or even words but just the gentle impression they left on you long ago.

[crystalclearmist]

the other Fenton

I realized that in the Phandom it is usually Danny who get`s in trouble constantly, but have we all collectively forgotten how much trouble Jazz caused when she first started out with ghost hunting ? 

I`d really like a fic where the siblings end up in Gotham, Jazz as a therapist (maybe even in Arkham if you want to escalate her situation quickly) and Danny goes to Gotham Uni to study astronomy. And for once in his life Danny’s only worries are homework and study groups and fitting social life and a proper sleep scedule into one day. Also he should call Jazz every one in a while so she wont freak about him searching for trouble somehow (as if it wasn’t trouble always finding him instead). The very few ghost related incidents in Gotham don’t even take enough time out of his week to be annoying and Amity Park is covered by Valerie, who takes online courses at home. Danny can actually drink coffee or energy drinks for the taste now, instead of chugging them in a row for his daily coffein fix - wild.

Meanwhile, Jazz can’t walk 2 feet without stumbling over a drug ring discussing how they can’t sell their product anymore, (because Scarecrow’s people periodically punches the Drugs with feertoxin and taking any dose of any drug currently on the market is like playing russion roulette) and end up helping them by analyzing behavious patterns or something. She talkes down armed domestic disputes, helps a crying women at the street corner get away from her loverboy boyfriend and hide her away while she gets her a well paying job at the iceburg lounge and an apartment near by, and socks a would be robber right in the face. In a matter of weeks, Jazz accumulates actual street cred, while simultamiously being completely oblivious about her crazy situation. 

The only thing she noticed is that her patients have finally started to open up to her instead of stubbornly staying silent (no rich, priviliged kid from out of Gotham could possibly understand them) and that sometimes she gets followed by one of the local vigilantees, “as if they think she couldnt take care of herself!” (They know you can take care of yourself Jazz, that is exactly the reason you get trailed)

The fic should focus on Jazz’s crazy life and how she doesn’t notice in how much danger she is constantly. She just worries about Danny and wonders if he gets into trouble. For comedic effect, there should be scenes in the fic of Danny lazying around and/or enjoying coffee.

[nat-a-nat]

25. Forest

He thinks about the corpse in the woods sometimes. Hard to forget where you are buried

He thinks about the corpse in the woods sometimes. Hard to forget where you are buried.

It's October now. It's getting colder. The leaves are falling. They must be covering it by now.

They crunch under his steps as he walks. Something CRUSHES under his foot. His mind pictures bones. Ribs breaking in two.

It's just a branch.

He continues his walk.

The sky is bright, but the mood is gloom. The air is moist. 

It's been a while. It must have decomposed by now, with how much rain they get. Sometimes, he thinks he can feel the dirt on his bones.

He puts a finger on his pulse. Thump. A pause. A painfully long, long, pause. It shouldn't be this long. Thump. He is alive. But his skin is cold.

His hoodie is thick. It was always enough to keep him warm. Now, he is always cold.

The ice of his core. Slowly freezing him from the inside out. 

It's shallowly buried. His corpse. Barely a few centimetres underground. A lump in the dirt hastily covered with soil. Six feet, that's how it's supposed to be.

He strays from the path. Disappeares through the trees. Like a ghost.

There's a few hiker trails in the forests surrounding Amity, but he disregards them all.

He moves through the thick foliage. There are broken branches, broken saplings. He tries to not further disturb it all.

He crushes a flower about halfway through. The stem is mangled, his shoe sole imprinted in the bud.He picks it. He rolls it between his fingers the rest of the way.

He reaches a clearing. There's a big rock in the middle. 

His soul aches. A corpse with no grave, a ghost without rest. What a pity.

He goes up to the rock. The ground underneath it is uneven, disturbed from digging.

Is it still wrong to stand on a grave if it's yours?

He kneels on the forest floor and sets a candle down. Lights it. He lays the mangled flower beside it.

A single broken flower for a lonely corpse.

He feels sorry for it. It must be sad. All alone. In a dark, cold forest. With nobody to know you died, with nobody to mourn you.

Leaving his makeshift graveyard, he felt lighter. That single candle flame keeping him warmer than any blanket.

[thanatosaria]

just one look from me, lights out, watch em hit the ground 🗡️

[ajitated]

Giving Up Ghost Hunting by Ajility

DP one-shot, 1.2k words Written for @faedemon for Phic Phight 2023, Team Ghost!

What do you do when your nemesis makes a really good point about wasting time and how exhausted you are? What do you do when it turns out he's right, and you don't need to be putting yourself through this? Valerie doesn't know, but she'll figure it out.

(Read on ao3, or keep reading below!)

Valerie has three upcoming tests, two papers, and a never-ending list of homework and practice problems to get through. Despite being part-time, she’s been scheduled to work for five of seven days next week — definitely over 20 hours. And there’s been at least one ghost attack every. single. day. 

She’s running on fumes, but at least she’s doing a good job hiding it. 

…or at least. She thought she was doing a good job hiding it. 

“...what did you just say?” she demands through gritted teeth, her ecto-gun aimed and ready. 

Phantom holds his hands up in mock-surrender. “Nothing!” He says automatically, then pauses and sighs, letting his hands drop. His usual taunting demeanor drops with them. “...just. You look tired.”

She looks tired? Ha! What would he know about that? It’s none of his business, and she has a mask on, and-! 

…and she is tired. 

“Well if you’re worried about my beauty sleep, why don’t you start running?” She scoffs. “The quicker we get this over with, the quicker I can work on my paper and go to bed.” 

Phantom just sighs again. “Or you could skip chasing me and go work on your paper now.” 

Valerie growls and gives a warning shot just a few inches to the left of his head. He doesn’t even flinch. “Nice try, ghost. You’re lucky I’m even talking to you right now, I’m not gonna just let you go.” 

“Yes, you will. Because you always do. Because if you ever actually caught me, you’d have to deal with all the ghosts in this town, by yourself.” Phantom says flatly. “You’re barely keeping up right now. You have tests to study for, papers to write, and work. That’s a lot even without the ghost hunting.” 

What? “How do you-” she starts to say, but he cuts her off. 

“I handled the ectopus today. I handled Kitty and Johnny earlier in the week. I dealt with Boxy and there wasn’t even much property damage this time. You got there late every single time because you’re so tired, you’ve started falling asleep in class. Stop being stubborn and wasting both of our time, and take a break before you get yourself hurt. Your paper is due tomorrow, you’re already not getting sleep tonight.”  

He turns and flies off before she’s even finished processing all that… which unfortunately means he’s gone before she can shoot him for it. 

Who does he think he is, telling her off like that? She’s handling everything perfectly fine, thankyou-very-much! She has plenty of time to- to… tomorrow? 

Today is Tuesday, the paper isn’t due until… oh. Oh, no. Today is Thursday. The paper is due tomorrow. 

She lowers her gun and speeds home; she doesn’t have time to figure out where Phantom went tonight or how he knew all that. 

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On the upside, Valerie does get her paper done and manages to turn it in on time… on the downside, Phantom was right: she doesn’t get any sleep. 

It grates on her nerves, but… without him right in front of her, it’s much easier for her to admit he has a point. She is exhausted. She does have too much work to get done. She has been arriving to ghost fights late, and she’s been making stupid mistakes. She’s going to get herself — or someone else — hurt. 

She can’t risk someone else getting hurt. 

…which is also why she can’t just leave the ghost fights to Phantom. He’s a ghost. He clearly doesn’t understand, and isn’t going to protect everyone properly! She can’t trust human lives to a ghost. 

Except… she kind of has been, unintentionally. By showing up late to fights. And no one’s gotten hurt yet. If she’s going to keep being late and keep risking people’s lives… maybe she should take a break. So she can be ready when she’s actually needed. 

Maybe- just for a week? 

Dammit. 

She hates that Phantom has a point. 

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A week goes by. Then two. 

Valerie doesn’t hunt any ghosts, including Phantom. 

No one gets hurt. 

She gets her papers turned in, passes her tests, catches up on sleep… She feels good. 

Good, but empty. 

Phantom was right, she doesn’t have to exhaust herself chasing ghosts, she doesn’t have to exhaust herself chasing him, and the world keeps turning… Ha. That’s messed up, isn’t it? 

She kind of wishes someone got hurt. Not because she actually wants anyone hurt, of course, but- because it’d prove she’s needed. 

Instead, the exact opposite has been proven: she can put her hoverboard down, leave the ecto-guns hidden away, and Phantom will handle all the ghosts juuuust fine — if anything, things are going better now that she’s not hunting him. She isn’t needed. At all. 

What does she do with that info? 

Now that she doesn’t have a billion normal life things to worry about, now that she’s caught up with school and things have calmed down and she has free time — what does she do? 

Ignore the fact she’s not needed and go back to hunting anyway? 

The few patrols she’s gone on, she hasn’t seen more than a blob. Shooting blobs isn’t any fun, it just makes her feel mean. That’s why she’d been leaving them for Phantom even before this… 

And- she doesn’t think she can go back to just hunting Phantom. As much as she hates him, as much as she wants to… he was right. And he hasn’t let anyone get hurt. It doesn’t matter if she knows he’s awful, as long as he’s keeping people safe and doing just as good a job as she had been. 

But then- what does she do? 

Valerie grits her teeth. She’s not going to start crying in the school library over this. She’s not. 

She’ll find a hobby. Maybe she can start… painting. Or photography. Or something. 

The A-listers are at least neutral towards her again — maybe she can make new friends, now that she has the time and won’t be making excuses to get out of plans because she has to deal with another ghost-bear. 

This line of thought is not helping. She rubs at her eyes and groans, then looks around to make sure no one’s paying attention to her… and spots Danny Fenton hunched over a book, a few tables away. 

She bites her lip. She hasn’t properly talked to Danny in months, he’s one of the people she could potentially try befriending… and he looks exhausted. More than she did a few weeks ago, before she stopped hunting ghosts, which is as worrying as it is impressive. 

She knows he struggles in a lot of classes (everyone knows that) and the portal is in his basement… even if he’s not hunting ghosts, he probably has to deal with them a lot. Honestly, she’s surprised his parents haven’t made him get into ghost hunting yet. 

Maybe- maybe that’s what she can do: help Danny Fenton. It might end up getting her involved with ghosts again— but there’s no guarantee so it’s fine, it doesn’t count. 

Besides, she should pay it forward right? Phantom helped her when she was exhausted, so… she’ll help someone else now. And this could go towards a ‘make new friends’ goal too, so even if she does just end up helping him with studying and school work, it’ll be a success. 

Mind made up, Valerie stands up and makes her way over to Danny’s table. She’s got this, she doesn’t need ghost hunting, she can help friends with school instead.

(ao3)

[sillylittlepoetman]

Just watched dead poets society for the first time

(I'm not okay)

[eriyu]

do we know whether whm and blm weapons are interchangeable? obviously not in terms of gameplay, but lore-wise? what about codexes and grimoires? i have never leveled arcanist

[gamenu]

which of my homebrew final fantasy classes are you?

Summoner

          you're a kind soul at heart, but you're not afraid to kick ass when you need to.

          you always have friends at your side, but they tend to compliment what you can already do, even when other people think you're too gentle to fight them or fight back against anything.

          most who make that thought process a reality, end up finding out the hard way that you're not to be fucked with.

          you're a wild heart and a gentle soul,                     and that's okay.

          you don't have to be cruel to be strong and you know that most of all.

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[psychologeek]

So

My "Jason write fanfics and has a pen pal" series got another one!

I'm sorry. It's sad. It's Jazz POV

Do you want to give your heart a break?

BC THIS IS HOW YOU GET YOUR HEART BREAK

Have fun!