#*jazz hands* abandonment issues

[sailforvalinor]

Girlies still obsessing over the friend breakup, sound off

[on-the-edge-of-dune]

i keep wavering between "pathetic broken child" and "responsible tough adult" with nothing filling up the space that's left

nothing, as in feeling fuck all, knowing i should be glad i don't

it's so fucking weird to be around people knowing they don't choke on the thick wall separating you... maybe that barrier is surrounding only me, like a safety blanket i wove myself

prison created from stubbornness and crippling fear of getting rejected

not knowing how i managed to put it up in the first place makes me hold on to it literally for dear life

god fucking damnit i JUST woke up

[fawnindawn]

Jason Todd smells like gunpowder, leather and old books. He’s always donning a leather jacket, the same one regardless of how worn out it is. It’s become soft due to the material stretching over his muscles, and it looks almost too small on him with the way the cuffs grip at his wrists. Refuses to get a new one, abandonment issues run strong even with non-animate objects. Has favourites when it comes to guns. Pats them occasionally, strapped beneath his jacket or on his thigh in habit. Names them and gives them a kiss after a mission well done. Ridiculously hot in combat, only cause he likes to show off. Swings his guns just for the flare. You think he’d be less of a threat without them. He just gets worse. Fist fighting with him is your worst nightmare because he enjoys the sound of bone-breaking from pure strength. Bandages over his knuckles always. Never heals with how often he gets into brawls. Large, veiny hands, scar-filled. Huge biceps. Thick neck. Even thicker thighs. He’s just huge. Getting pinned by him means it’s game over. Yet, somehow you never hear him approach till he wants you to. Black, tousled hair that casts shadows over his eyes. Turquoise eyes turned green from the Lazarus Pit. They have this unnatural glow, evident in the dark. Always running from place to place, cause he can’t stand coming back to an empty apartment. Adrenaline junkie. On the rare occasion he’s not plotting something to piss off Bruce, or crushing gang ops, he can be caught in a second-hand bookstore flipping through classic literature. Earphones plugged in with either rap or jazz, no in-between, he’s delicate with books as he flips through the pages. A startling contrast to any Gotham citizen, peering in and seeing a gym hunk hoarding the narrow space between bookcases, holding a miniature sized novel by Jane Austen.

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: Jazz Fenton, after years of fixing her brother’s injuries, becomes a Doctor with an inclination towards behavioral health and psychology- In order to make the difference she wants to see in the world she joins Dr. Leslie Thompkin’s practice. 

Jazz Fenton, M.D. has spent years of her life doing research, doing the hard work and the emotional labor, and finally, finally, she’s joining a practice she can feel 100% confident in. She’s goddamn good doctor and she wants to make the biggest impact that she can. 

Dr. Thompkins (who insists that she call her Leslie as they’re colleagues now), is a kind woman, sharp as a tack and keeps her practice open at odd hours to help the most unfortunate. It took some time for them to bond and trust to be built, but now Jazz is being allotted a few night shifts here and there. 

It’s incredible. Jazz gets to spend time with the kids who come in and really talk to them (in addition to getting them antibiotics, heating pads and pokemon themed bandaids) to help equip them with a few coping skills. Her passion for psychology never disappeared after all, but the expansive knowledge of how to heal the human body has made her find a sense of fulfillment like no other.

Having proven herself and worn Leslie down, Jazz now takes up about 1/3 of all the night shifts in the month. She’s hoping to get to 50/50 by the end of the year but she’s content with what she has. Danny keeps odd hours anyway so calling him after work on her walk home can happen any time of day and he will always answer enthusiastically. 

It’s a particularly busy night before he comes in. The Red Hood. 

He was known for being an ally to Leslie, despite being on contentious terms with the Bats, but Jazz had never asked directly. Never one to turn away a patient with bullet hole wounds, she hops into action to get his wounds cleaned, sewed up and gauze wrapped. She’s handing him a sheet (an Infographic! Dani made it with her! Graphic design is her passion!) on how to care for his wounds when he first seems to recognize that she’s not Leslie. 

“No, Of course not. I’m Dr. Fenton. I can’t blame you for not remembering but I did introduce myself as you bled in the entry way. You’re Red Hood, right?” 

“Hm. Didn’t realize the practice was expanding. Where can I find-” He grumbles before pushing her hand aside from where she had still been supporting his shoulder.

“Hold on there, mister. You’re going home, you’re following this infographic and you’re going to get some sleep.” 

“Lady you don’t know-” His voice modulated ton came across antagonistically. As if he was trying to intimidate her. Ha, Jazz rolls her eyes at the inclination.

“Who I’m talking to? Who I’m dealing with? You’re hilarious. I can eat you vigilante’s hero complexes for breakfast. Tell me who I’m calling to pick you up and then you can say thank you.” Jazz snaps at him. It really had been a long night but his whole dialogue thus far is making her a bit batty. 

“Oh really Doc? You know Leslie’s tough shit, and from what I can tell you’ve got nothing on her-” 

“Trying to make me feel insufficient when I just saved your life? That’s cute. I’m sure a lifetime of abandonment by both of your parental figures gave you that. I’m also sure that you inherited this desire to prove you’re not going to be dependent on anyone who wants to help from whoever got you dressing up in tights to fight crime in the first place. Again, I’d love to talk at length about how predictable you-” 

“Bwah- wait- I’m Predictable? You’re probably some nepobaby who had parents who told her she could have the world-” But Jazz cuts him off with hysterical laughter- he couldn’t be further from the truth. Her parents loved her, but nepotism? With what, the ghosts? If anything she got that from Danny, but he doesn’t need to know about her ghostly titles. 

“You’re just some guy who came back from the dead and made his trauma everyone else’s issue. So shut it. And tell me how I’m getting you home from this clinic.” She seethes though her voice stays devastatingly level with each word. 

Speechless for a moment, he eventually relents to Jazz that he’s already called for help on the comms but it will be hours before they can come for a pick up. The sun had already come up and the night had been over for most of them before Hood had walked into trouble. She groans and the realizes the time for herself and the empty clinic around them.

“Fine. My shift just ended anyway. I’ll get you home in one piece and I swear to all the ancients that you’d better follow the directions on the infographic.” 

And that’s how Jazz ended up calling her brother while supporting the weight of a grown ass man (who no longer wanted to talk to her) on her walk home. 

The next time Red Hood appears in her clinic, he’s brought a dozen roses in addition to the cut on his neck that definitely needs to be pressurized like ASAP. Did he stop for the flowers on his way to the clinic? He’s going to pass out from blood loss! She doesn’t even like roses!

[bet-on-me-13]

Danny dies every night.

So! Danny's secret Ghost Powers remained a secret for about 6 Hours.

After turning back into a Human, he had immediately gone back to his room and tried to fall asleep, pretending none of it was even real, that it was just a dream. The idea that he had just died was understandably hard to swallow, not to mention the fact he had somehow come back.

All he wanted to do was rest and figure it out later. It was a problem for Future Danny.

Except when he woke up, something was wrong.

He felt Cold, Colder than he had ever been before. It was as if he had a chunk of pure Ice stuck in his Chest, the cold spreading across every part of his body. With a start he realized that his chest wasn't moving at all, either from the beating of his heart or the breaths he was supposed to be taking.

He wasn't breathing. His heart wasn't pumping. The Ice in his chest was the feeling of his heart not pumping, still and unnaturally cold. At that realization, he felt his Heart begin beating again.

He ran downstairs, hoping to get his parents help. He didn't know what was going on exactly, but they must be able to help him right?! They were the leading experts on Undead Biology, they must know how to help him!

When he reached the kitchen, he saw his parents and Jazz huddled together at the table, crying together for some reason.

"Mom! Dad! Jazz! Somethings wrong! I don't know what happened, but last night I-"

He stopped when he saw their faces. Their cheeks were tear-streaked, eyes bloodshot, but the thing he noticed first was the grief and absolutely confusion in their eyes. They were staring at him as if they had seen a Ghost, figuratively of course, and they seemed to he trying to connect the dots in their heads.

"Danny?" Jazz asked in a shaky voice. "Is that you?"

"Jazz?" He asked in return, "What do you mean, of course it's me?"

She looked hopeful for a moment, before his mom stood up.

"No." She said, her voice held a hard edge. "It's not."

Danny almost fell over when she said that. "W-what?" He asked, "What are you talking about Mo-"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" She yelled. She gripped the Blaster in her hand tighter, aiming it at him. "I checked everything when we found Danny's body! He had no Pulse, no Brain Activity, and his Ecto Levels were far higher than normal! Danny is Dead! And you killed him!"

"What?!" Danny yelled in shock, "I didn't kill hi-I mean, I didn't kill me-I mean-What are you talking about!?"

This time his dad answered, getting up from the table himself. In his hand was another Blaster. "Danny's Ecto Levels could only have been that high if killed by something with a large amount of Ectoplasm, enough to leave such a mark. The Portal was open for hours last night before we found it and sealed it up, and that's when you got through isn't it!?"

His Dad leveled the Blaster to him.

"No! I'm not a Ghost, it's me! It's Danny!?" He pleaded, "Mom, I always baked you a cake on mother's day! Dad, I helped you clean up the lab the last time you blew it up! It's me!"

"Nice try." His mother said, "Die again, Ecto Scum."

That day, Danny ran away from home.

...

Ever since that day, Danny had been running as far as he could from Amity Park.

After he got out of the house, he tried to find any place he could hide as he figured everything out. His first try was Tucker, but his parents had anticipated that and beat him to the Punch. The same happened when he tried to go to Sam's, he barely escaped that situation alive(?).

At first he tried to stay in Amity, hoping he would eventually find a way to convince his parents of his true identity, so everything could go back to normal.

He abandoned that hope about a week later, when his parents got the local authorities on their side and issued a public service announcement stating he was a Murderer who killed their son, and to contact the Police if anybody saw him. The mindless Ghost they captured and presented on the Local News cemented the publics view on him.

So he ran from Amity.

The first few weeks on the Run were the worst. He wasn't used to surviving on the street, much less evading the Law Enforcement that seemed to keep finding him. He had to constantly stay on the move to keep away from the pursuit of his Parents, the Police, and the weird guys in white suits who had shown up once he passed the State Border.

His new Ghost Powers were the only thing that had let him get away most of those times. He could turn into a Full Ghost whenever he wanted, unlocking all of his powers for the time being, but also seemingly sending up a Beacon to whoever was looking for him. He found it was much easier to use their weakened versions in his Human Form.

As for his Undead-ness, he had mostly figured it out. His body was lying to him. He was Dead, but his Body was just pretending to be alive for his own sake. He didn't need to breath anymore, and his heart didn't need to pump, but they did because he felt that they needed to. He probably didn't even need to eat anymore.

The problem was that it couldn't keep it up when he was asleep. No matter what, every time he fell asleep his Body would die again, and when he woke up he would have to make it Live again.

One of the main reasons he kept getting caught recently was because well-meaning civilians would report to the Police that there was a Dead Teenager under a Bridge, or on a Park Bench, or on one memorable occasion in a Ditch. He would wake up in a Body Bag, escape, and be reported to his Pursuers.

At least his pattern of movement was untraceable so far.

Turns out, the Portal's opening had much more of an effect than his parents had anticipated. The Shockwave in the fabric of Reality when they punched a hole through it (and him), had caused dozens of Natural Portals to form across the Country, opening and closing in random places, soaking the area of Ectoplasm.

As an apparent Ghost, Danny was somehow drawn to these places. Whenever he got to one he felt rejuvenated, as if the stress of the past few days had never happened to him. He could only assume that he was Absorbing the Ectoplasm in the area to feed himself, based on a few of the things he remembered from his parents constant ramblings.

Whenever he would go to one of these places, he would find a bunch of Ghosts. Some were friendly, defying all of his expectations, while others were...less so.

They seemed to resent the fact that he was still half-alive, some simply jabbing insults at him, others straight up attacking him. It seemed that Life was a sore subject among those guys. Or maybe it was him stopping them whenever they attacked humans...that was probably more accurate.

Sometimes the Ghosts he would meet were in the middle of attacking humans to fulfill what they called their "Obsessions". He learned that all Undead, and basically all Immortal Beings, have Obsessions. They are their Sole Purpose in existence, a built in defense mechanism against insanity by giving them something to dedicate Eternity to.

He didn't know if he had an Obsession, but if he did he hoped it was easier to manage than theirs seemed to be. One of them was obsessed with attention, but got it by hypnotizing humans into adoring her. She chilled out after a while. Another loved the thrill of the Hunt, but only wanted rare game. He chased after Danny a lot in pursuit of his "One of a Kind Pelt".

He fought then off and saved people whenever he could, although sometimes it was risky. Many of them were older and more experienced than him, so he was forced to use his Ghost Form against some of them, sacrificing his hiding spot to save the people being terrorized.

He sort of enjoyed it. Whenever he helped people, saved them from danger, he felt better about his situation. As if he was making the best out of the horrible situation his life had turned into by helping as many people as he could. He always felt a bit more motivated to keep going every time he helped anybody.

Maybe that was his Obsession? Helping others? He didn't really think so, he was nowhere near altruistic enough to consider that a possibility. Maybe it was Space? He always felt that same relief when he would camp out away from the Cities. Eh, he'll probably never know.

This cycle of finding a new hiding spot, getting discovered, and running away again continued for a while. Years even.

Danny had Died at 14. He was now 17, and had been homeless for 3 years.

He hoped this next hiding spot would last a bit longer than the previous ones. This one felt different, the Ectoplasm he was wandering towards felt older than the other places he had gone. His previous hiding spots had always been the site of a recent Natural Portal, and the Ectoplasm in the atmosphere would feel Fresh and Wild.

But the Ectoplasm where he was going tasted Older, Stronger, more Set in Stone than the others had. Wherever he wad headed to next, it had been soaking in Ectoplasm for far longer than any other place he had ever been, even in Amity.

He walked up the the Sign at the side of the road, introducing the City to newcomers.

"Welcome to Gotham City" it said.

[xysidhequeen]

I know in your Red Knight AU, Jason when on the rampage in another realm, after finding out that Batman replace him with another Robin.

Did Danny manage to be there for him during that time?

He did! Danny was always there for Jason. He actually wanted to chase after Jason immediately, but luckily, the first thing he did was panic call Jazz, absolutely out of his mind. Jazz promptly told Danny to let Jason have some space for a little bit to process.

Which was for the best, really. Jason needed to not feel like he was trapped and that he could be angry. He never really got that before. But the most important thing is Danny came after him and brought him home. Jason needed to feel like he could be angry, but also, like his anger wouldn't mean he'd be punished or abandoned. It was a very delicate time for him, but Danny, Jazz, Sam, Tucker, and all our favorite ghosts made sure Jason knew he was very much wanted still. And that he was utterly irreplaceable.

Skulker handled this by breaking all of his weapons and suits overnight and saying he didn't know how to fix them. (Jason very much knew what he was doing, but the time spent on fixing things helped ground him)

Ember handled this by announcing that she couldn't possibly ever sing ever again unless her only other band member was there (Still very obvious, but music time with Ember usually devolved into very necessary crying time. A lot of ice cream was consumed)

Johnny and Kitty handled this by getting into a MASSIVE fight and refusing to speak to each other unless Jason mediated. (This actually was far less obvious, as the two tend to get into fights often. No one is actually certain if the fight was fake or not to this day, but they also haven't broken up once since and Jason is incredibly proud of that)

Fright Knight handled this by.... well, actually, he took the blunt approach and told Jason there was no one in any realm dead or alive he'd ever consider worthy to be his apprentice besides Jason. (This was highly effective as Frighty has always been bluntly honest with Jason. He didn't wholly believe it but it was a comfort. Frighty then beat his ass in a spar and he didn't think of much else)

Basically, everyone was there for Jason. Not just Danny. Jason was made to feel like his anger and hurt were valid, because they were. But he was also not just told, but shown how precious he was to every life he touched. He didn't get it, not at first and he struggled to really believe it.

It wasn't until later, after Danny opened up more about his own trauma and the effects it had on him that Jason actually began to somewhat understand more of what Jazz meant when she said Danny was getting better. He pieced more of the story together from the others to paint a better picture, and that's when it clicked for him. As much as he needed Danny, Danny had needed him just as much. (Clockwork may have had a hand in this as well, but whatever those two talked about, no one will ever know)

Also, as an aside, once everything calmed down, Danny was very pleased to learn the rebelling realm was now back under control and quite terrified of the Ghost King and his Knight. It saved him so much paperwork.

So yeah, this was a bit all over the place, but hopefully, it answers your question. Team Phantom and the ghosts are basically a very large family, and they might fight and bicker, but they seriously pull through and muster together if anyone is hurting. They're a bit clumsy sometimes with it, but the love they all feel is very obvious. I really, really wanted to give Jason a much more healthy origin story into becoming Red Hood than he got in canon. The poor boy went through enough. It was past time for him to get to heal.

Jason still has some hangups. His abandonment issues are still there, and his fear of rejection. But it's not as bad as it was, and because he'd been allowed to express his anger without being punished(or enabled, anger is a fine emotion to feel. But you should never let it consume you) for it, he figured out how to manage it.

He might still slip now, and then, he has trauma, and that won't go away. But Danny will never, ever let him fall. Neither will the rest of the weird little eclectic family they've built.

[sundewhasaudhd]

Sometimes I have these moments of clarity where I’m like “Wow, I’m really projecting on c!Wilbur while writing this fic” or “Damn, this headcanon for c!Wilbur is just like me fr” Like I have fucking list: 1) The way I write c!MAD duo in my main AU. A bit context for this point. My main AU is just my first DSMP AU and it’s doesn’t have a main motif, and since it’s the main AU I write, I just really call it my main AU. And c!MAD duo is c!Wilbur and c!Dream. So onto the projection part. So Wilbur was alone in limbo for a fucking WHILE, and then Dream revived and interacted with him and was “friendly” with him, so he hyperfixated on him and developed a really unhealthy romantic attraction to him. And Dream sometimes uses that attraction to get him to be what he wants. And, yeah, Wilbur kind of knows that Dream’s a bad person, but kinda “justifies” it a little like “oh, maybe they deserved it”, or “maybe I just don’t have enough context”, or “maybe it’s not that serious, and that’s just their dynamic”. 2) How he responds to accidentally hurting and realizing he hurt people he cares about. He berates himself for ever doing something like that, and thinks he deserves to die or feel pain, leading into my next point,

3) The SH that follows after that. He hurt someone he cared about didn’t he? There were so many other things he could’ve done, but instead he hurt someone that didn’t deserve it. Regardless of whether it was an accident or not, that doesn’t really matter right now. So he makes himself hurt too. And he doesn’t really understand how unhealthy this is either.

4) Abandonment issues out the shitter. With the anxious attachment style. Now, 1-4 are all projection, but just more extreme. There rest are just up projections, with no added to it. 5) AuDHD. No further elaboration needed.

6) Being a gothic horror fan.

7) Being into the same niche ass musical I’m into.

And those are all the ways I project onto c!Wilbur. Thank you for coming to my Ted-Talk. *jazz hands 🙌*

[jessilynallendilla]

So I just read Danny Phantom: A Glitch in Time and...it was ok

Had this come out when I was a kid and just watched Ultimate Enemy I would have gone absolutely feral over it

this show came out in 2004 so not quite sure how to feel about the updated technology IMO it would have been cool to have a time capsule of the show than the common floating timeline you see in comics

unlike with DC graphic novels you can tell the person that wrote this is actually a fan of the show and not a rando corporate pick the plot is plausible and the characters stay in character

A loyal tribute that brings in new lore and character growth

it also retcons the hated movie Phantom Planet

And it leaves enough to be curious for the sequel

People either seem to love it saying it's a good continuation the more serious take they wanted or hate it saying they're tired of villains being complex and redeemable and not pure evil anymore and the plot seems too much like tumblr fanfiction

I made notes as a read it so spoilers under the cut

Dash Kwan Paulina and Star are ghost hunters 

Tucker has instagram/twitter “Spectregram” fans 

The Fentons supply the town’s ghost hunting tech unasked 

Tucker’s wiki “click-a-pedia" has him listed as married to Ember 

Danny and Jazz just accept their father is such a bungler he can’t even kill a guy by abandoning him in space 

Dan was strong enough to dent the only thing that can contain him and just it being knocked off a shelf was enough for him to break out (why Clockwork the Master of Time never foresaw this happening moved it from a table to a more secure location ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  ) 

So uh... Dan just absorbed “ate” Clockwork  

Ecto energy can reach atomic bomb levels so dimension ending threat there 

Since the Disasteroid his powers have been fading their theories match their personalities Tucker-science Sam-government Jazz-trauma  

“Do you have any childhood trauma you wanna talk about?” (like Jazz as if you weren’t there) 

Vlad found a primordial source of ecto energy and just kept that information to himself for a rainy day 

Jazz has a magical girl transformation for her ghost fighting suit 

Vlad is just “ignore those clones” (there in clothes so did Vlad just buy multiple copies of Danny’s favorite outfit how did he know his size) 

Vlad is such an old man who doesn’t know how to use modern computers 

“not a place of honor” ah the nuclear waste warning (we don’t really get much more exploration of this or the seven ancients) 

Sam is a horse girl 

Valerie still holding that grudge huh 

In Pariah’s Keep Danny is suffers from bad memories and holds Sam’s hand to comfort himself 

The Keep is Fright Knight’s domain  

Danny just forgets humans are the ghosts in the Ghost Zone (in line with how often he forgets what powers he has) 

Fright Knight calls Pariah his master 

Vlad is such a loser he keeps getting his shit kicked 

Maddie “That’s not my Danny.” 

The Ghost Zone and human world were split in half an unnatural divide 

Danny is still a C student (io don't think he's going to be an astronaut)

Ghosts are manifestations of human emotions not separate entities (take that Fartman) 

Eventually they start to lose their human identity it’s why some are less human 

Vlad has his own “Where’s the rest of it?” meme 

They figured out all ghosts run on some emotional drive or purpose  

Danny realizes his purpose is protection but now there’s no longer the monster of the week threat or his parents he never asked himself what he wanted 

Now instead of constant fighting he’ll help the ghost achieve their desires they just want to keep doing in death what they did in life and heal the rift 

Fight for control Clockwork 

Vlad finally grew as a person realizing it was his action and drive for power that drew everyone away and has making amends as his new purpose 

Dan just doesn’t want to be alone (makes sense the “no more painful human emotions” +Vlad’s anger and abandonment issues so he’s all the emotions and pain) 

Dan is destabilizing flashing back to his pre Dark child form because he’s a being outside his destroyed timeline  

Danny is the GOAT 

Clockwork needs to fix what he can of the time streams and Danny has two choices Post Disasteroid+no powers or Pre Disasteroid+powers  

Danny gives up being accepted so he can fix the realms “I’m Danny Phantom, proctor of humans and ghosts!” 

They are back to being invisible losers and Sam is just happy goths aren’t popular anymore 

The city doesn’t know how they avoided the Disasteroid but the Mayor declares ghosts are responsible for everything the city will now have a branch of ghost hunters and Danny Phantom is again public enemy #1 

Clockwork transfers Dan from Vlad into one of the empty clones he’s Vlad’s responsibility now he’ll be too busy to help again 

Clockwork’s powers are finite (so he isn’t omnipotent and all powerful) but he still feels something wrong in the stitches he feels weaker now 

And Valerie has a Time Medallion and is pissed (but there was a Valerie in the crowd at the Mayor’s speech so the two Valeries might meet up in the sequel)  

Jazz is ecstatic she was right about ghosts being emotions based  

[snoelledarts]

Re-aliving?

When I was coming up with my long-fic idea, I originally had a version that STARTED with Jason being resurrected...

(CW for coughing up blood and anti-life matter goop under the cut! Coming back to life is not always pretty.)

Jason’s first breath is a gasp. He immediately rips his hand from Nico’s grasp, reaching to his own throat and grabbing at it desperately as he coughs and gags and spits up a not-insignificant amount of blood. 

Nico, unfortunately now familiar to the affects of re-aliving people, doesn’t react initially. Until the panicked squawk Will makes reminds him he should be concerned. 

“What’s wrong with him?!” Will shouts, wrapping his hands over Jason’s around his neck and glowing lightly as he searches Jason’s body for the issue. He must come up with nothing, because he looks more bewildered than before he connected himself to Jason’s central nervous system. 

“He’s rebooting. It’ll be over in a second,” Nico squats next to where Jason has fallen to his knees, groaning, and rubs his back like Jason’s vomiting from a hangover and not spitting anti-life matter onto the crusty wood floor in the back-rooms of an abandoned underground gay club. The setting feels right. Nico gets the feeling someone has done exactly this in exactly this spot at least once before. 

“I’m just going to--” Will closes his eyes and glows a little brighter, pouring some general healing magic into Jason’s body. It must to do something because Jason’s groaning quiets to a dull hiccup. 

“What--?” Jason croaks out, throat dry and unused. He looks up towards Will’s voice, but he misses the mark just enough that it’s clear he can’t actually see, gaze just left of Will’s face. 

“Jason. Welcome back to being alive,” Nico pats his back, considering throwing up jazz hands but Jason wouldn’t see them so the joke would be lost. “If you ever self-sacrifice again I’ll come down to get you from the Underworld just to kill you myself.” He declares, letting the hurt and anger and fear from the last few weeks seep into his voice. They’re not out of the woods yet, so to speak, so he doesn’t let himself feel Jason being back. But almost. Soon. His threat must land, because even Will shivers at the words.

“I believe you,” Jason wheezes out. “Why… why can’t I see?” 

“How much do you remember about after you died?”

[enlighten3d]

WELLL claps hand together

the story is about these teenagers trying stop an evil cult from destroying the entire multiverse, so they go to different dimensions to stop their evil ways. Also they are teenagers so they have to deal with personal angst, family issues, morality, school ect ect while trying to stop the cult leader and their right hand men

Caroline is technically the main character of my story, she is basically the bubbly, positive one of the group. Her family is rich as hell, they used to live in Taiwan as successful business people but they moved to America because they wanted to make more money. Her family doesn’t really like her and they emotionally and physically neglect her since she came out as a transgender girl and her older sister is kind of a coward and doesn’t stand up for her (fun times)

anyway she ends up having to do a group assignment with her childhood friend which she kind of drifted apart from (Andie) and some punk girl she probably has a crush on (Mimi), they eventually end up in an abandoned house and find out that their town is run by an evil cult that can teleport to different dimensions. So they feel guilty enough to stop it.

they think the best course is to beat the 7 plane hoppers who are in the way to kill the main cult leader, the stag. though out the whole thing Caroline is basically pushing through by toxic positivity saying everything is alright even though they have killed many people, she also kind of convinced herself that this is a video game and is probably more okay about sacrificing people and herself (for the better good)

Also her sister possessed during her 17th birthday party for funsies

HIII SO RRYYY IM ONLY GETTING SROUNF TO THIS NOW falls over and dies

thank you for the food that is oc lore, i am eating it om nom nom

that all sounds FUCKING AMAZING ACTUALLY. cults ?? universal travel bullshit ????? all while dealing with normal teenage bs ?? thats beautiful. poor little guys. they need a break. i CANNOT imagine trying to exist as a teenager while trying to take down a cult qyehdjdkkdks

dont worry.. your eldritch horror loves you... i am so glad to know that ! /silly

..fuck her family ! they can rot ! caroline )): you dont deserve any of this..

THAT MUSTVE BEEN A REVELATION ?? WOAH ?? just. doing a school project and ope government is a cult (/hyp)... insane

i actually fucking love the whole like. unwilling chosen one Vibe to all of this ?? yes theyre not chosen nor are they truly unwilling but. the Vibe is the same. the guilt (on thier part) is real...

caroline. love. youre fucked up. just like me frfr. agh thats. so cool tho ?? 'EVERYTJING IS FINE, ALL OF THIS IS A GAME !!' and ljke. fuck thats such a fun thing in fiction when a character copes using that ?? its the perfect level of fucked up bcs it rlyyy drives rhe point home and. im giving them all a shock blanket okay ?

oh boy !! thats fun !! poor sister..

what does the cult worship‽‽ i am so fucking curious..

lso like, whats the difference between each plane? is it an alternate reality sorta situation where things are relatively the same but Different, or is it judt flatout. different EVERYTHING (people, laws of physics, all that jazz)?? or somewhere in between or outside of this ofc.

do all the plane hopper guys like.. stay in different universes and have a branch of the cult established there..

why does the cult run the town in the first place ? was it a thing where like. they wrre the original settlers but then the town expanded aorund and beyond the cult ?? or did they move in and do a slow takeover.....

fuck i have so many questions /pos

this is. so cool. i love the Vibes. theyre so... Impending.. ahdjskdisjjdjsks

[jazzmynbrown]

Romania was such a cliche place. Not just for it’s lore and scenery, but for it’s people. It was such a stereotype of Eastern Europe, from it’s castles to it’s nightlife to it’s moderate intolerance for ‘different’ people. With dark skin and African features, a casual and friendly attitude, and what constituted as an ‘American’ accent, Jazzmyn faced her fair share of discrimination and microaggressions in her daily life, but was nothing she hadn’t gotten used to when she was living in Russia.  Still, she found the irony hilarious. While it was mostly older people, the fact that anyone at all could be offended in this country but someone different than them when there were monsters walking among them was hilarious. For all it’s cliches, by far the biggest was just how many blood drinkers occupied the country.

Much like Russia, Hungary, Poland, and Bulgaria, Romanian was an ideal location for vampires to settle. It was dense in population enough to have a good food source without arousing suspicion,  It was easy to blend in with a crowd of pale, cold-skinned people, the nights were long, and varying other reasons culminated in it being a good place to call home. But those reasons meant nothing to Jazzmyn. There was only one thing that brought her here… The water. Apart from summer tourists walking to take a dip in the Black Sea, Romanian beaches were cold and unfriendly most of the time, which made it easy for someone like Jazzmyn, who longed folr the Sea’s embrace, to swim freely in her true form.

Being a Siren was no longer as easy to hide when mankind had spent a century developing all manner of tools to see in the water. What was once serene and peaceful was no disturbed by machines and cameras. It made it hard to hide in even the deepest and darkest trenches at times, but Jazz found that the more notable a place, the more likely the water to be occupied. It was for this reason that she left the major oceans behind to the navy and NOAA in favor of territories where people were less likely to swim or monitor marine life.

Such was one of those days, where tourists had begun to shuffle out of the country in droves, and the water began to turn to temperatures that didn’t bother her like they bothered humans. Swimming at night was always safest, thus Jazzmyn waited until the sun had begun to set for sneaking off to the little cave that led to the ocean. She stripped down to nothing before jumping in, the salt water changing her before she swam off. Though she could see a few small crafts in the distance, a storm warning was issued that would no doubt keep them close to shore. Jazzmyn avoided them by swimming down, deeper than most would dare to go in a single breath. Hours were spent diving for pearls and other treasures in a stereotypical fashion. It was night by the time she broke the surface, a breath released heavily into the air, the moon full, and the sky raining down on her. Lightning flashed across the sky, and not minding at all, Jazzmyn prepared to swim back to shore, when she noticed it. 

A vessel, nothing commercial or grand, with a single light rocked and swayed on the agitated seas. Back and forth, so hypnotic and yet so worrisome. No one should have been out in something that small at this hour, and in a storm no less. “Shit” Jazzmyn swore. Unable to override her curious nature, Jazz dipped back into the water and made her way towards the boat. It couldn't hurt to take a glance, given that in the rain she would be harder to see. It was only as she got closer that she noticed a figure bobbing along the surface of the water. Swearing in her head, Jazzming sped closer to the person, a man face down in the water. He was for sure out of it, she reasoned, and didn’t think about the danger to herself as she reached him and turned him rightside up. Boat be damned, Jazzmyn used her speed to get him back to shore safely, the land abandoned, thankfully. 

Once on dry land, Jazzmyn huffed. Her hands covered his chest, eyes closed, as she felt for the water in his body. Slowly, she guided the saltwater from his lungs and back out his mouth, turning him on his side as he began to cough and sputter. With a sense of assurance he could handle himself for a minute or two, Jazz pulled herself to the water again, rushing to the cave where she’d left her clothes and transforming again.  When dressed, the clothes stuck to her damp body as she rushed across the beach to where she’d left the stranger. He was easy enough to move with her strength, but still mostly out of it. It was better that way, as he couldn’t ask how a woman her size was so strong as she took him back to her place.

The small beachside home she made her own was not far off, and once she reached, she settled the man into her bed, caring little for the sheets and mattress that would be drenched as she grabbed every towel and blanket she owned and covered him with it. With hope, they would warm him and he would come to. Of course, until then, she would have to wait. With a heavy sigh, Jazzmyn went to her kitchen to put on the kettle before returning to the bedside, sitting on the ground beside him and waiting.

[scifikimmi]

Wip Weds 7-24 TPP Window

I put all the RBB with no picked 2nd fic in this fic because it was the only one with only one request on its own. Also its a short fic so I thought I might be able to bang it out relatively quickly.

@somefishycat

Speaking of people I could always trust to be on my side: Rita met us as soon as we touched down. As we tumbled out of the escape pod, Slip draped over our shoulders as dead-weight, she ran at us and nearly took us all to the ground. 

“Oh Mistah Steel, Mistah Nureyev, I’m so glad your okay!” She blubbered. “I was so worried when you lost your comms!”

“Careful, Rita!” I complained. “We’ve got one patient with brain damage, we don’t need another. Besides, you squeeze me right now and I might puke on your shoes.” 

@enigma-the-mysterious

“Aw, Mistah Steel, you still get space sick? I thought you were fine after all that time traveling in the Ruby.”

“Yeah, well, the Ruby has seat belts.”

The Ruby took that as a sign to slip out of my pocket and turn back into a car. Slip lifted his head from Nureyev’s shoulder, took one look at it, and promptly passed out. I wasn’t sure if it was from the shock of seeing a car materialize from thin air or from the many other numerous health issues he was no doubt experiencing, but it certainly reminded us that we were in a bit of a time crunch.

@anyctibius

We had the Ruby fly us to the nearest hospital, which unfortunately was still a ways away. When the Dokana group builds a secret base on a trash planet, they certainly build it far from civilization. Still, the trip gave Rita time to hack into thor database and give us all believable fake ID’s and healthcare histories. 

By the time we reached the check-in desk, Slip’s slumped form in tow, we were Slip, Peter, Rita, and Juno Pavlova who were an influential government family who took priority and whose care was already paid for. Rita and I were Slip’s siblings, and Nureyev was his husband. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I was quickly reaching a state of complete cool numbness where a roiling boil of heated jealousy used to sit. 

@adhdavinci

When Slip was checked in, Rita wandered off to find a vending machine, leaving Nureyev and I alone in the waiting room. I glanced over. He was a picture of tension – his thin frame was hunched over, his elbows on his knees as he stared at the mismatched pattern of the tiled floor. His knee was bouncing up and down as his left foot tapped a staccato rhythm that even the most talented jazz bassist couldn’t follow and he was steadily chewing on the already ragged nails of his right hand. 

“If you keep chewing on your nails like that you won’t be hungry when Rita brings back the snacks,” I told him, trying to lighten the mood with a little humor. Nureyev cast me a baleful glance, but he pulled his fingers free of his teeth at least.

@lizhly

“Look,” I said after another tense moment of silence, “I know that you’re freaking out right now and I don’t want to abandon you if you need the support. But… maybe I should go.”  

“What?” Nureyev’s leg stopped bouncing and he turned to look at me, his eyebrows drawn together in distress. 

“I just mean, we did it. You and I both did what we came here to do. You got Slip back and I helped you get out. So, I should probably … go.” I hated saying it, but someone had to. 

“Go? You’re leaving?” He sounded so small, like a child lost at the superplexmart. Then he cleared his throat and his watery eyes turned flinty. His mask slammed into place. His next words came from a place of hurt, but they were designed to sting. “You chased me across the galaxy and now you’re just going to go? Where are you even planning to go?” 

(I have put all the RBB requests in a separate list and they will be done!)

[melishade]

Number 23?

This ask game

Chaos Timelime, after the Survey Corps are informed about who Soundwave is.

——————-

Mikasa found herself wincing as she popped her shoulder into place in the infirmary. She didn’t want to tell anyone about her wound and decided to take care of it in private. It was better this way. The last thing the Survey Corps needed to worry about was another soldier down.

Mikasa rubbed her shoulder, reflecting back on earlier that day. When Sasha screamed to take cover, she didn’t expect to see another Cybertronian. And there was a possibility this one was spying on them for who knows how long. The bird the Cybertronian had caused her to dislocate her shoulder, and it was a miracle that she had mustered the willpower along with Levi to clip the bird, causing to to limp back to its owner. Soundwave: Megatron’s most trusted follower during the war, was now going to do everything in his power to destroy them all to get back at Megatron. Was the island going to pay for Megatron’s mistake?

Mikasa stood up from the bed, ready to leave the infirmary and go to the kitchen to get something cold for her shoulder. She opened the door and paused when she saw Megatron’s holoform looking down at her.

“I…I thought-,”

“Did they hurt you?” Megatron demanded.

“Did who?”

“Did Soundwave and Lazerbeak hurt you?” Megatron demanded, “I noticed the attack during the fight and you’ve been limping.”

“…it’s my shoulder,” Mikasa relented, “I popped it back in. It should be fine now.”

“Then rest,” Megatron ordered, “You’ll be needed at full strength to combat Soundwave.”

“…why didn’t you confirm that he wouldn’t be a threat?” Mikasa asked.

Megatron rolled his eyes. “I had my own issues to worry about at the time-,”

“You left him,” Mikasa reasoned, “You left your most loyal follower-!”

“To end my war!” Megatron yelled, “Do not twist my actions-!”

“Your actions might destroy my home!” Mikasa shot back, “You broke his trust, and he might kill us to get to you! What will you do then?! Will you abandon us then too?! When we need you most, will you abandon us?!”

Mikasa realized her mistake at her outburst and quickly covered her mouth. She was weak right now. She couldn’t fight at full strength. She genuinely expected Megatron to attack or threaten her, but he merely sighed in contempt and defeat.

“I have my own reasons for staying here, and you know that,” Megatron explained calmly, “But Soundwave is one of my errors that I need to rectify. I will ensure the island’s safety until Soundwave is eliminated.”

“…how can I trust you on that?” Mikasa demanded.

“…you can’t,” Megatron replied, “And you have no reason to. The only thing I can ask of you is that you do.”

Mikasa wasn’t satisfied with the answer. “I’m going to the kitchen.”

Mikasa moved passed Megatron and made her way down the hall.

“I…never meant to bring trouble to your doorstep,” Megatron proclaimed.

“That’s all you seem to do,” Mikasa declared in anger.

“…then when this is over, I will no longer bring trouble to your doorstep,” Megatron declared.

Before Mikasa could question what Megatron meant, he was gone.

(Jazz Hands Drama. Megatron and Mikasa’s dynamic would definitely be negatively affected by Soundwave’s appearance. I can tell you that much. Again, you are more than welcome to ask from the prompt above.)

[lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats]

Sense and Other Specific Headcanons

What does your muse smell like?

Shea butter, black soap, leather, the vaguest hint of expensive tobacco, Maison Margiela Replica Jazz Club/Tom Ford Tobacco Vanille/Blu Atlas Atlantis (the scent depends on the day and what he's doing). Lingering scent of food seasoning if he was just cooking.

What does your muse’s hands feel like?

While well moisturized and soft with immaculately maintained fingernails kept short and well rounded, there is still somewhat noticable scarring on the palms from early explosions he didn't intend to make. It is not so pronounced as to be shocking upon contact but it isn't completely smooth either.

What does your muse usually eat in a day?

It really depends on the day. Usually breakfast consists of some type of protein and carb combo, his preference being some type of skillet and beignets with coffee. Lunch may end up being skipped with how busy he is, not that he's going to admit that to anyone. But if he is eating it's likely to be something easily carried on his person like a sandwich. Dinner is often his own cooking, dirty rice, jambalaya, gumbo- something he was able to make a lot of, freeze a portion of, and not have to make daily especially on days he's too tired to cook. But that doesn't stop him from making other cuisine, or occasionally ordering Doordash when he wants some variety.

Does your muse have a good singing voice?

He has a good baritone singing voice, but you're not likely to catch him singing unless you're close.

Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?

He has quite a few, many of them stemming from ADHD. He's terrible about remaining perfectly still unless it's vital for a job or mission. He is far more comfortable with something in his hands to play with than without. The accent is affected to a degree as part of his persona- yes it's natural, but he absolutely plays it up and uses the third person speak to distance himself from people he doesn't know well. He can speak without it. He depending on the stressor and degree of stress will use nicotine, weed, alcohol, gambling, sex, or a mix thereof as coping mechanisms. The degree and first choice is dependent on where in the timeline he is at. He also falls in love with his whole ass heart at the drop of a hat.

What does your muse usually look like/wear?

Depends on the day. It could be anything from just a tank and gray sweats with a messy bun, to his X-Man uniform with the leather duster, to a dress shirt and jeans, a tux, hoochie daddy shorts and a crop top, a catsuit for less than legal forms of income...nothing. Seriously depends on what he's doing.

Is your muse affectionate? How so?

Extremely affectionate. He really said "I'm taking all the abandonment issues and I'm going to make it so no one can feel like I did that to them". Gifts, lots of physical touch, so many pet names and teasing and spending time with the people he enjoys. He is so extra.

What position does your muse sleep in?

Usually in whatever position that will afford him the ability to jump out of the bed with a weapon in his hand and an exit facing him. Very often that's on his side or stomach with a hand under the pillow or hanging off the bed. This is usually switched up when he's in bed with someone but that doesn't stop him from still being mindful of those things.

Can you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

Absolutely not. If he doesn't want to be heard, you will not hear him. He's capable of sneaking up on people with heightened hearing. Now if he's purposely making noise as to not startle you, sure. But that's not habit for him and honestly even when requested he forgets because it's so ingrained to not make noise while moving.

Tagged by: @brooklynislandgirl

Tagging: feed my curiosity y'all

[athenianalchemist]

Ectoberhaunt22 Day 13: Abandoned

Ao3

Amity Park was not always a ghost town.

There's a town in Illinois long been abandoned by people. A literal ghost town (if you can count one ghost as a town).

Things hadn't always been that way, the town of Amity Park was once a bustling hub of all manner of people running around living their lives. It was your average town, except of course for the regular ghost attacks. But even that was hardly a worry for the town. While the local “ghost hunters” may not have been much help, the town found a defender in one of the ghost’s own, Phantom. The teenage ghost always appeared at the first sign of danger to drag the troublesome ghost back off to the ghost zone (Often with the Fenton’s hot on his tail). 

Eventually, Phantom's identity was revealed as the Fentons’ own son when it became apparent the teenage boy was no longer aging. Very quickly, the town’s view of the child shifted to an air of sympathy as the ghost child was forced to watch his friends and family grow up without him. They never left Amity though, choosing to stay with Phantom through thick and thin as long as they could. 

When the Doctors Fenton passed, the whole town heard the boy’s cries, his friends the only ones able to quell the anguish of the mourning ghost. Years later, Sam, then Tucker, would also pass on without their best friend. Most of the town knew it was only thanks to Jazz Fenton that their deaths did not destroy Phantom. So, when she finally passed herself, the town waited with batted breath for a fallout that never came. 

As far as anyone could see, Phantom simply went about his day protecting the town. Confused, one reporter end up asking Phantom how he was coping, and the ghost responded simply with a smile;

“They’ll be back. They all will. I just have to be patient.”

However, something about the dead look in his eyes unnerved the reporter, and looking back, that should have been the first sign that everything was about to go wrong.

That feeling wouldn’t come to fruition though until the new owners of FentonWorks moved in. Everyone thought it was going to be okay. The mayor and new owners both got Phantom’s approval before the move even began, and the ghost had given his approval. Phantom simply grabbed the last of the things he had left behind, before handing over the house himself.

But then the Ops centre came down and something in Phantom broke. 

In seconds, Phantom turned on the young couple living in his home. Without even a second to gather their things, Phantom sent them fleeing. He sat growling at the doorway, firing warning shots at anyone who dared to get too close. 

Most thought that would be the end of it, just assuming that folks had overestimated how ok Phantom had really been with the new tenancy of his childhood home. But it was only the beginning. 

Not even a few hours later he went after the second house, the former home of the Manson’s. The new residents found themselves chased from their beds by spires of ice, the town hero unrecognisable in his anger. 

The owners of the Foley household quickly made the logical decision to leave as soon as they could, holing up in a hotel until they could finally leave town.

For a few weeks that was it, the town not daring to go near the three houses empty as Phantom flittered between them.

But then Phantom started attacking at random, human and ghost alike.

Chaos ensued as everyone tried to comprehend the betrayal of their hero. That was until, however, someone remembered that Phantom never said he was just waiting for his family to return.

One week into the torment, the town relented and called the GiW, but they were powerless to do anything. Phantom had managed to wipe the floor with them before, and now no longer bound by his own rules, many were surprised to escape with their lives.

Less than 48 hours later, the evacuation order was issued, but most people were already gone, fleeing without a second thought. 

And so Amity Park sat, guarded by a territorial ghost awaiting the return of his family and town that would never come.

After all, Phantom spent years making sure his town was safe and happy, and happy people don't turn into ghosts.

[chaosverse-mainblog]

Devon

Devon Blaine Miranda

-15yrs old

-Afro-Indigenous Cuban, ½ Afro-Cuban/Nigerian (Yoruba) ½ Taíno-Cuban

-Has a brown skin tone similar to Ryan Destiny

-He has a mole under the right side of his bottom lip, one next to the left side of his nose/near his cheek,

-Has a huge black eye near his eye and upper cheek, on the right side of his face, the eye looks squinted and the iris is slightly yellowish, he covers it with his hair

-He also has a few other smaller scars like a cut across his nose, a scar from a busted lip (bottom lip, left side), etc. + Acne

-Crooked teeth + gap in two front teeth (and his left front tooth is pretty chipped)

-Eczema AND Asthma

-Has dark brown, hooded eyes and a long “Roman” nose (It’s long and then curved, mostly near the end, so I guess crooked?)

-Skinny/Lanky

-5’9

-Black, 14-18 inch, around Smedium (sized) locs, (his natural hair is type 4A), Though it gets cut later on so then it's about 10-12 inchs

-Voice: Tyler Okonma (mostly how his voice sounded in 2013, idk why but it sounds different to me), Speaks Spanish (1st), English (2nd) and he also knows/is learning ASL from Mick + Kelsey is trying to teach him Igbo, for fun

-Major attachment/abandonment issues

-BPD/EUPD + possible BDD and ASD

-He likes Jazz, R&B, Neo Soul, Rap, Hip Hop, Alternative, Rock, Metal, Horrorcore and (He won’t admit it but) Pop music, so artists like: Easy-E, Odd Future, Tyler the creator, Frank Ocean, Steve Lacy, The Internet, Bell Biv DeVoe, Skee-Lo, Rae Sremmurd, Usher, MF DOOM, Erykah Badu, Eve, TLC, Mary J. Blige, Lil’ Kim, Missy Elliott, Estelle, Brandy, Destiny’s Child, Keri Hilson, Kali Uchis, The Cramps, The Stooges, Gorillaz, October Country, Foster the People, Sohodolls, The Dresden Dolls, Eyedress, Coldplay, Tears For Fears, Metallica, Talking Heads, Moi Dix Mois, Fleetwood Mac, MCR, Le Tigre, The Crane Wives, Rammstein (Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, Meghan Trainor, Fifth Harmony, Ariana Grande, MARINA, Madonna, Blondie, Wonder Girls, Jennifer Lopez, Rihanna)

-He has a bad habit of biting, he bites his hand and a few times he drew blood, bites his nails, chews on the strings of his Hoodies, etc.

-Likes plants and cool rocks

-Practices those weird little magic tricks

-His mom makes him play piano at/for Church, kinda likes it (REALLY likes it)

-Wants to write horror novels

-He likes photography, literature (Drama and Novels) and some other things that I'll later on

-He’s into urban exploration, he’ll take some pictures if he can, sometimes the creepy, rundown scenery inspires a setting for a story, or it just motivates him in general

-He has a bit of an interest in theater, musicals, etc.

-He loves horror, from Goosebumps to Stephan King to H.P Lovecraft to Saw, even The Hills Have Eyes, and he also really loves highly disturbing and graphic stuff (he just really wants to see gore and guts) but Mick HATES horror so he never got to watch it with him much, Kelsey is more into gothic and psychological horror but at the same time he does like the thought of just watching a whole lot of gore even if it has no plot, there's a VHS rental near his house but it's pretty rundown, there are some people there from time to time but Dev prefers when people aren't there, he likes talking to the owner sometimes cause she's pretty nice and she suggests good horror

-His mom is a hairdresser and a cleaner

-has a lisp

-The teachers are aware he gets bullied and even witnessed it multiple times and simply did nothing

-Allergic to dust + it makes his Asthma and Eczema act up

-He has his dad’s last name, Miranda, and uses it for everything but he’d prefer using his mom’s last name, Aparicio

-Actually just a dumbass

-Classes: Literature, Chemistry, Arithmetic, Photography, Spanish, Economics, History, Agriculture, ICT, P.E