#my knees have a restraining order against each other rn

[toshidou]

the COD men to Barry Sloane pipeline is real and so, so dangerous

[ghostly-shenanigans-in-progress]

if there was a DP reboot how would u rewrite Walker? What would u keep, change and why?

Keep: The whole southern warden aesthetic and voice bc James Arnold Taylor really nailed the intimidating authority voice. I still really like his simplistic design for that reason since he fits the time period he likely grew up in the Great Depression or prior to it.

His abilities such as teleportation, minor shapeshifting but I’d like to trade that last one for immunity to blood blossoms bc of a headcanon I have for unique skeletal ghosts like Walker are created due to prolonged exposure upon death (basically, Walker was buried with those flowers and he definitely takes advantage of it).

His obsession with the rules except the sentences he gives are more understandable than 1,000 years jail time. It would of been more funny if he gave Danny community service with his enemies for a day and they escaped that way.

Definitely all three episodes he was in given the significance of each one… most of them at least. Also, definitely keeping Bullet as his second in command since he’s such an interesting and underrated character to me in developing for a reboot.

Change: As much as I like him being petty and the only sheriff in the zone, I still believe he is the best ally Danny could have in the show. I was pretty annoyed over that there wasn’t an episode in which both Walker and Danny had to work together towards capturing a common enemy and it acts as groundwork for Walker begrudgingly accepting the ghost kid is more help than trouble. Enough so that he changes the sentence he has to stay as community service whenever he’s in the zone and that he needs to check in with the warden or his second in command prior to exploring the zone for safety precautions.

LET THIS MAN HAVE GHOST CHAINS ABILITY AND SHIT! Honestly, every ghost has a unique ability amongst them and this is by far the best idea for Walker’s special move that fits his aesthetic perfectly. Also, I like imagining him using his teleportation to an almost unfair level like I’m talking final boss in a fighting game level of abusing that sort of mobility. I mentioned the blood blossom immunity above, it adds to how he was able to restrain most ghosts and have a leg up against other ghost. Also, I hc him being a very good boxer, like scary good, and seeing him nailing an uppercut to some punk he’s fighting is a mighty need of mine to make happen one day. To me has the build of a heavyweight or middleweight boxer based on how he was drawn in the show.

Honestly, I wanna at least see how he captured all the ghosts Danny sent back to the zone shown in Prisoners of Love. Either that or have a side story in an episode that shows him being annihilated by Dark Danny in the bad future bc I cannot believe they didn’t show him in Ultimate Enemy given he be first in line to stop that superpowered specter. Then it made even more sense for Walker to be the last challenge for Dan phantom to test his powers on when he felt he was ready to bring Amityville to its knees when he came back.

Having his second in command, Bullet, be more present and they have a good friendship or they tolerate each other due to how they value their tenacity and need for order. Literally, if I could make a new episode for the show rn it be about how these two met bc a key part of them meeting is due to Wulf’s doing in the past. Like, it’s my best hc that Bullet hates Wulf due to the fact he gouged his eye out and left him for dead until Walker found the merman. It’s why Bullet wears the eye patch and has a vendetta against Wulf that’s bad enough to make him go against orders and try to murder him. I always felt Bullet and Walker’s relationship could of been so much more than just one episode introduction.

Lastly, I love the idea Walker had a family and was a family man prior to his death. A good dad who is now completely lost in his loneliness and destructive obsession that it’s possible for his family to help him out of it whether as humans or ghosts confronting him for his current actions. It’s the reason why I made my GIW agent J (I revealed he’s Walker’s son in prev art) to be that one family member who reconnects him back to his humanity and realize he’s been a shitty authority figure in the zone. Yeah sounds a little much in theory to add but it’s a good setup for that sort of redemption arc for Walker in my head and Danny isn’t on his own in trying to find reasons to befriend his past enemy. Also, I love the idea of Danny witnessing this skeleton be absolutely berated by his now ghost wife and alive adult kids over his actions while he has his hat down and head in shame while Danny seeing all this happening is like “Holy shit, that’s all it takes to take this guy down a peg?”

Yeah that’s a couple of things I’d change/add to Walker in a DP reboot. Kind of want him to be a not as bad as you could be later on sort of guy but he still acknowledges and works to be a better ghost once he has his mortality restored.

[rat-that-writes]

Hi friend!! Do u think u could write something dark x reader (although tbh u can write whichever ego u feel most inspired with--im not picky lol) where reader has had a long day at work and just needs some gentle attention and rest and affection👉👈🥺

a/n: hi <3 this is so cute thank u for the request, really feeling it rn. you can tell how badly i want pizza for dinner. enjoy !

tw: very mild embarrassment, thunder, swearing, food & eating (pizza specifically), use of the word lift instead of elevator lol im scottish dont @ me americans

Slapping down hard on the pavement, your feet carried you hurriedly down the street. It had started raining just ten minutes before you left work. You thought maybe it would have stopped by now, the forecast said it would be clear skies at this time, but no. Definitely not. Heavier than before, the rain soaked through your jacket, trousers, and your shoes. Every step you took you could hear the squelching of your socks against the sole of your boots.

You would have called a cab but of course the weather had also soaked through your pockets, rendering your phone useless until it was dry again. You just had to carry on through the misery until you reached your apartment.

Just when you were approaching your half-way-home mark, a loud crack of thunder rang in your ears, startling you enough for you loose your footing on an uneven tile and almost trip over. The streets weren't crowded by any means, but a few bystanders definitely saw that. You felt your face heating up as you caught your breath. Sighing loudly, you carried on walking at a slightly slower pace, not wanting to trip up again.

After another fifteen minutes of freezing misery being poured down on you from the dark cloudy sky, you had finally reached your apartment building. Stomping up to the lift, you stepped in, pleased to find it empty. 

Feeling the large metal box moving upwards, it was if you felt your woes lifting with it. Soon, you would be in your cosy apartment, taking a long, hot shower and cuddling up in one of Dark’s hoodies that he never wears. Maybe you’d even call him to come cuddle you. Well, you’d have to dry your phone first. 

As soon as you heard the telltale ding of the doors opening, you softly pushed past the three other people waiting for the lift, muttering an ‘excuse me,’ as one of them gave you a slight glare. 

You could almost already feel the promise of the hot water gracing your skin, ridding you of the cold rain water and sweat. Turning the key in the lock, you struggled a little. This always happened on bad days. Jiggling the piece of metal slightly, you finally pushed the door open. 

Peeling off your jacket, you hung it on the coat rack to dry, taking your phone out of the pocket. You didn’t even wait to turn the light on before you started on your jeans and t-shirt, but maybe you should have because the sight of glowing eyes just mere feet in front of you tore a hoarse scream from your throat. Your hand unconsciously threw itself at the light switch, flipping it on to reveal the the rest of the entity sitting on the back of your couch, knees bent and palms flat against each other. He looked confused, to say the least.

“Oh fucking hell, Dark! What are you doing here?” Your tone softened towards the end, voice sore from the scream. 

“I did text you, Darling.” 

“My phone got wet..”

“Ah.”

Finally having caught your breath, you chuckled softly. The demon smiled. He could tell you had had quite the long day. 

Sighing softly, you continued to undress, uncomfortable with the soggy clothing clinging to your body. You could tell he was trying not to watch too obviously, which was amusing. 

“I’m gonna take a shower, you can stay here if you want? I’ll probably take a while.” 

He nods, getting up and reaching for you. You hesitantly accepted the hug, not wanting to dampen his clothes, but he didn’t seem to care. Kisses were planted atop your head as his arms squeezed you softly, enveloping your figure. For a demonic creature he gave the best hugs.

“Take as long as you need. I’ll order you some food.”

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Feeling cosy and refreshed, you stepped out of the bathroom and into your bedroom to search for that hoodie you wanted. Dark bought it specifically for you to wear. He wore it only once, describing it as “agonising to be cloaked in such common threads,” but you knew he was exaggerating. The smallest inconveniences were always put so eloquently disdainful, which was hilarious. 

Eventually, you found it buried at the back of your wardrobe, and slipped it on with a pair of cotton shorts. Falling just above your knees, the hoodie was soft and comfortable against your skin. You always wore this after a bad day.

The sound of voices interrupted your thoughts. Padding into the kitchen, you heard the sound of a very intimidated delivery guy, and a deep, restrained “thank you.”

As your boyfriend returned to the kitchen with a pizza box, your mouth watered and you realised just how hungry you were. Reaching to open the box, you felt his arms come around you and his head atop yours. Smiling, you inquired about the scared-sounding boy.

“Why did that pizza guy sound so distressed?”

“They all do.”

Shaking your head at his answer, you turned around in his hold. Charcoal eyes looking down at you, he smiled again and kissed your temple. Looking up again, he reached for the pizza box and took your hand to lead you to the couch, the Netflix already loaded up.

Settling down between his legs, you put the box on your lap over a fuzzy blanket. Just then, you realised he was still fully clothed in  a black dress shirt and black slacks. His expression turned confused as you stood up from his lap.

“You’re still dressed,” you spoke, eyeing him up and down. 

“If you wanted me to undress, Darling, you should have said so earlier.”

Making a show of unbutton his shirt, he smirked at you. Rolling your eyes, you set down the pizza and the blanket and ran into your bedroom, leaving Dark looking confused again. 

Soon you emerged, a pair of grey sweatpants in hand. He’d worn these a couple times before, at your request. Eyeing them up, he sighed softly. 

“I just want you to be comfortable,” you said, tone slightly teasing.

“Very well, for you.”

Getting up, he took them from your grasp and kissed your cheek. Face heating up slightly, you went back to your pizza to grab a slice. That first bite you took was like heaven. Cooled down enough to not burn your tongue, but still hot to please your taste buds. Immaculate sauce, slightly sweet. The cheese. The cheese was even better. You swear you almost left earth and all planes of existence after that bite, until you felt strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you down. 

As your back made contact with his solid chest, you let out a squeak. He smirked again, placing kisses all over your bare shoulder where the hoodie has fallen slightly. Trailing up your neck, you giggled and shrugged slightly as his beard tickled your throat. Dark hummed, squeezing you again. Eventually, he stopped and let you carry on eating whilst you looked for something to watch. 

“Are you gonna have a slice or not? Because I will eat this whole pizza.”

A torn look came upon his face. You rolled your eyes, knowing that his dramatic side was to show itself any moment now. Slowly, he reached for a slice, picking it up with the very tips of his fingers. He brought it up to the two of you, flapping the pizza slightly as it assessing it. A judging hum came from the man, brows furrowed and lips pressed together. All while you look on in amusement.

Taking another bite from your slice, you looked at him. He looked at you, then the slice, then straight ahead as he took a hesitant bite. Forever a man with an unreadable expression, you couldn’t tell if he liked it or not. At least he wasn’t spitting it out.  

When he stopped chewing, you kept looking at his face for an answer. Nothing was too clear, but he didn’t look like he hated it.

“It was... fine, actually.” His tone was unusually soft, it almost concerned you. 

Slowly turning back around, you grabbed another slice for yourself and one for Dark. He accepted it, but didn’t eat it straight away. He just held in front of him, eyes focused on the movie. A silent chuckle fell from your lips.

Content, you snuggled closer to the demon. His arms squeezed you from time to time, a gentle reminder that he’s still there. As your breathing grew slow and even, you felt the hands of slumber creeping closer into your brain, a silent lullaby drifting you off to dreamland. Eyes closed, you turned your body slightly. Dark’s arms squeezed once again as a kiss was planted on your forehead. A final sigh escaped your lips; you would finish the pizza tomorrow. Now it was time to drift away, in his arms, secure and content. Finally.