#Danny watches The Terror

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Visitor Shuttle "Reflections in Terror", "Conversion", and "The Hero"

[ssaalexblake]

Strictly speaking, Hush is one of those episodes of Buffy that Most leans into Horror to terrify, but it's also one of the easiest to logic yourself out of being afraid of bc you can just talk to yourself and know you're fine.

[canofspooks]

Each time i rewatch an episode, i’m reminded of how much of a little shit canon danny is. no wonder we torment him all the time.

[daincrediblegg]

Since I'm currently binging it, You've seen Once Upon a Time, right?

(For that ask game)

yes I have!!! and my god... it's been so long... I only really watched the first couple of seasons (it kinda got too soapy for me after that) but yeah like my god... the way that series started so much for me (including the stargate connection)

Favourite character: Rumple. Always has and always will be Funniest character: Also Rumple that fucking guy made me giggle like hell I love a great trickster dude and he fucking fits the bill for me Best-looking character: Christ it's such a toss up between snow and charming. they were so hot like what the fuck 3 favourite ships: Rumbelle, snow x charming and Least favourite character: whoever the fuck they got to play the wicked witch like that shit just got silly. Also RIP Baelfire like mf just can't catch a break not playing a major asshole in anything Least favourite ship: Any of the Swan ships honestly like I can't be fucked. Reason why I watch it: Robert Carlyle put his whole pussy into Rumple and I respect him for his work so yeah. rumbelle was also really sweet for the first few seasons like what the fuck that took me by surprise. I'm just a Robert Carlyle enjoyer in general and he's literally what got me into stargate. Why I started watching it: One of my friends in high school recommended it to me and I was forever changed. It set off the chain reaction that led me to stargate tbh so there u have it

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903: Cujo [1983]

Donna!

Halloween Horrorfest 2024:

31 Days of Stephen King in Chronological Order:

6/31

Cujo (1983)

[radiance1]

Danny wears sunglasses 24/7.

So much so that slowly it's been ingrained into everyone's minds that he's never taken them off. Like, they can't even remember a time where he hasn't worn sunglasses.

It's just like, his thing.

Why does he wear them? Well, because Danny's previous blue eyes changed to a startling, glowing green that he knows the GIW would eat up and use as a reason to force him into their custody.

Solution?

Sunglasses.

His parents? Oh yea they went all in when he they found out why he was wearing them (Reveal gone right au babyy). They made them extremely durable; they can film audio, take pictures, take videos, see through walls and even track down ecto-signatures for whenever he's tracking down a ghost in human form, see through walls and self-cleaning.

(The ectoplasm tracking system is for when they aren't close enough to set off his ghost sense.)

He honestly believes his parents watched a spy movie before they built him these, but it's not like he's going to complain about it. The only time he isn't wearing them is when he goes ghost, you know as a way to not link him to Fenton or whatever.

So, Danny meets John Constantine while the both of them were on the hunt for a ghost who was causing problems in the area. Danny manages to find them first, the ghost in question being an animal who was terrorizing a place because it didn't understand the fact it was dead yet and wanted to protect it's children.

John Constantine comes while Danny is pacifying it. He watches as Danny calms it down enough to get to the babies and sends it to the Ghost Zone after promising it to get them somewhere safe.

John Constantine also saw his eyes, because he pulled his sunglasses off to show them to the ghost as a silent sign to trust him. John Constantine of course asked what he was going to do with the babies, and Danny just sent them over to Sam.

After that he decided to keep an eye on Danny because of his eyes. Which were the eyes of a ghost, and he was genuinely thinking Danny was possessed before that went out the window. So he thinks Danny is a ghost pretending to be human and wasn't able to hide his eyes so he wore sunglasses.

Danny neither confirm nor deny that.

So Danny just kinda followed him around until Constatine eventually made him into a contact whenever he was dealing with ghosts that he could peacefully deal with instead of just forcefully banishing them to the Infinite Realms.

This, eventually, comes to light when Constantine goes "I know a guy." In front of the whole Justice League, bonus points if they somehow come to the conclusion that Danny is Constantine's secret child, sidekick or both.

[tomboy014]

But if Batman won't adopt Danny... who will?

Starfire, and she is all over her new little brother!

Shortly after establishing the Teen Titans, Robin (Dick) introduces “Phantom” to the group, because seriously, he’s not introducing him as “Danny.”  Kinda defeats the purpose of a secret identity when you use your name in your superhero moniker.  And shows Phantom his room.

Robin’s actual goal is to get Phantom to join the Titans, but even taking short cuts through the Ghost Zone, Jump City is still a good ways away from Amity Park, and he has parents, so… It’s still a nice gesture and all, and Phantom will come visit, but no.

Still, he’s never met other teens who are heroes in their own right like he is, so he’s excited to meet Robin’s new team.  The other Titans think it’s a little weird for this not-member to have his own room in the Tower, but the place is huge, and Robin trusts him, so it’s fine.  It’s a bit awkward at first as they’re all still getting used to each other, but Phantom quickly makes friends with all of them.

But it’s his friendship with Starfire that grows first and fastest.  As soon as he finds out she’s an alien from another planet, he latches on and must know everything.  Starfire more than welcomes the attention. While she knows the Titans care for her, they’re not always… receptive to the traditions and customs of her culture. Phantom, on the other hand, is enraptured as she tells him about her culture, her holidays, the planets she’s been to, everything.

So she asks if he’d be interested in learning Tamaranean? Yes! 100%! Absolutely! Phantom picks up the language quickly and returns the favor by helping Starfire with her English. While the ability to absorb language through lips is handy, it’s by no means perfect, and Phantom helps her with things like contractions, slang, idioms, etc.

It also helps that after a couple sparring sessions with each other, Phantom and Starfire realize just how durable their partner is.  For Starfire, the people and things on Earth can be so delicate. And for Phantom, if he doesn’t watch himself and hurts a human too badly, it’s just more justification to call him an “evil ghost” that should be ripped apart molecule by molecule. Both are thrilled to finally be able to fight all out again without worrying about the consequences if they lose. And Starfire also uses it to teach Phantom some Tamaranean martial arts for aerial combat so maybe he’ll stop crashing into so many walls.

But what really changes the relationship is the Body Swap incident (not to be confused with the Freaky Friday incident). Similar to what happened with the Puppet King in Switched, Phantom and Starfire switch bodies while fighting an enemy.  Unlike what happened in Switched, Phantom and Starfire and two teen powerhouses with green energy powers triggered by emotions. And the emotional triggers they use are in the same ballpark. Starfire’s “unbridled joy of flight” to fly is very similar to how Phantom revels in the pure freedom of flight he feels. Both get angry when they use blasts. It’s very much a “if you believe in it, you can do it” kind of power set. Starfire can’t really figure out Phantom’s more ghostly abilities like invisibility or intangibility, but they very quickly adapt to each other’s shared powers on the fly during battle.  But there’s one power Starfire wants to use against the hordes of minions that Phantom won’t share the trigger for: the Ghostly Wail.  He tries to tell her it’s not a good move, that it’ll use up too much power, it should only be used as a last resort, it’ll cause too much collateral damage, etc., but Starfire wants to know, and eventually he tells her.

“T-terror… and desperation.”

Starfire rushes to give Phantom the biggest hug ever because those are such horrible feelings, and she doesn’t want to imagine what conditions must have led to him developing such a power because no one should have to feel such feelings. He is right; and that is not a power she needs to use to win this battle.  The minions are defeated, the villain is forced into a temporary retreat, and the Teen Titans return to the Tower to regroup and plan.

However, Starfire doesn’t know how to power through and hold onto Phantom’s ghostly form, and as soon as the adrenaline from the fight wears off, rings of white light spread out of her middle, and Phantom turns back into Danny in the middle of the living room.

But more importantly, everyone needs to get out of the way RIGHT NOW because while Phantom can ignore his biological needs for days, Danny can’t, and Starfire has never had to pee this badly ever in her whole life and everyone needs to MOVE, PLEASE! as she rushes into the nearest bathroom.

Phantom/Danny is now panicking, because even as an alien, he’s pretty sure she’s bound to notice that some bits of male anatomy that should be there are… missing.  He’s begging her, through the door in Tamaranean, not to tell anyone about his secret.  He’s not ready to come out yet, and he’s honestly pretty scared he’s about to lose her friendship, too.  Starfire doesn’t really care. So long as you’re a strong warrior, Tamaraneans don’t care what’s going on in someone’s pants, and she’s just relieved she didn’t have to figure out different plumbing while in his body.  Starfire opens the door.  While she knows that the people of Earth are not always as understanding, Danny need not fear her.  She will not tell anyone he's trans until he is ready to tell them himself and supports him and goes in for a hug.

Except you haven’t washed your hands; gross!  They both laugh it off, but when Starfire goes to wash her hands, the water freezes.  The cold energy in Danny’s core is building, and Starfire doesn’t know how to let it out.  They need to switch back to their own bodies soon, or Danny’s body, and Starfire, might not survive.  A little more training so Starfire can turn back into Phantom, and the Titans are ready for the final act, take down the final villain and Starfire and Phantom are back in their own bodies. 

But after that, Phantom is no longer Starfire’s friend.  Danny is her little brother, and she tells him her name is Koriand’r, or Kor’i for short.

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[deadsetobsessions]

“Tim. Timmy. Ancients, kid, what are you doing?!”

Danny Phantom smacked away the instinctual terror of seeing an eight year old dangling out of a third story window.

“I gotta go take pictures of Batman and Robin! They’re out tonight!”

Danny thought that his barely healed vivisection wound might bust open from the sheer stress.

“Setting aside how you even know the patrol schedule of honest to god vigilantes, why’d you choose the window? The house is literally empty, just walk out the front door, for Ancient’s sake.”

Tim paused, a motion Danny was overwhelmingly thankful for, and blinked sheepishly.

“Um… for the aesthetic?”

Danny allowed the silence to settle between them before dropping his head into his waiting hands. Tim panicked.

“You- you can’t stop me!”

And yeah, Danny really can’t. In the months he’s been mooching off of the Drakes (not that they’ll notice), Danny’s learned that Tim Drake is nothing but relentless in the pursuit of whatever he sets his mind on. Whether thet might be putting hot chocolate in his cereal (which Danny doesn’t actually mind) or, apparently, stalking a pair of vigilantes.

He wanted to hack into the library cameras? Danny had to hover just to make sure the kid didn’t get caught after arguing for an hour about it.

He walked out of that argument with a loss, yes, but he also let Tim know that Danny cared about him. Danny also walked out of that argument with a new hatred for Janet and Jack Drake and his mind (just as diabolical as Tim’s) whirring with plans to haunt them.

Tim is never ever introducing his new little brother to Tucker. Ever.

“Okay. I don’t want to see you take unnecessary risks, but I’m also aware that I can’t really stop you. So. I’ll go with you.”

Maybe this is like… Tim’s obsession? When he put it that way, Danny lost the fight to prevent this tiny kid from what clearly is the only joy in his poor life.

“But…!” Tim’s eyes darted to Danny’s chest, the vivisection scars still fresh in his mind.

“They’re healed.” Danny pulled his dumbass little brother off the window sill, core settling as Tim follows willingly. “I’ll make us invisible and fly with you behind Batman and Robin so you can get even better shots. You can’t make any noise, though. That camera got a shutter sound, right?”

“Yeah!” Tim’s face brightened and Danny melted. He shoved a bottle of the (incredibly stinky but helpful in a pinch) ecto contaminated tap water into a backpack, along with some snacks and a blanket for when Tim gets cold. Danny’ll be fine, he’s got a Space Core. The cold his kind of his thing.

“Cool. We’ll stay out of earshot. If things starts to get too dicey, we’re heading home, okay?”

“Okay!” The look Tim shot him is full of trust and adoration and it makes Danny’s human heart squeeze painfully. “C’mon! I don’t want to be late!”

“We need to talk about your stalking tendencies later,” Danny said fondly.

“I’m not stalking them! I’m observing them!”

“Uh-huh,” Danny drawled, picking Tim up and making them intangible and invisible. “They’re not a bird observatory and also, even the birds in the observatory knows they’re being watched. Batman and Robin clearly doesn’t.”

Danny felt more than saw Tim’s pout.

He laughs as they fly just below the Gotham-brand of toxic smog. He waves to the City’s Spirit as Tim cranes his head around to catch sight of Batman and Robin.

“There!”

Danny obliged. With Danny’s flight, Tim got much better- much closer- photos than he would have originally.

Danny hung back as the pair of vigilantes swooped down to take care of a mugging.

“Wanna mess with them?” He grinned down at his little brother, canines glinting.

Tim looked up at him, admiration and mischievousness in his gaze. “Yes.”

Gotham parted her clouds in response to their glee.

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Dick Grayson, AKA Robin, finally understood why criminals are so creeped out by him.

Other than the whole flippy child kicking grown people’s asses and winning thing, obviously (that, and Batman loomed menacingly behind him everytime a criminal even looked at Robin wrong).

Batman had picked up on it first, but the for entirety of their patrol, they kept hearing eerie little giggles and laughter. Haunting them. Never distracting. But persistent. And so creepy. He got goosebumps.

“B, I wanna go home.”

“Hm.” That’s a resounding yes if Dick’s ever heard one.

Maybe Alfred can chase away the giggles and chuckles.

Robin shudders and follows the Bat home.

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Danny lowered the temperature as he held Tim up near Batman’s cowl so his brother could giggle menacingly. He knew for a fact that any recording device would get completely cram led by the sheer output of ambient ectoplasm he’s emitting. Plus, it freaked Robin out and raised the hairs on the back of the vigilantes’ heads. He tones it down when he noticed Tim rubbing his hands together.

He let out a quiet laugh, enjoying the flight with his brother in his arm and the light of the stars (thanks, Gotham) at his back.

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Danny: oh, this kid’s got an Obsession, gotta let him do it safely, he’s a liminal from all that tap water

Danny: *forgets Tim isn’t a ghost nor is he from Amity and is therefore extremely breakable*

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Danny and Tim: doing crime is a good bonding activity

Batman and Robin, who wants to say no it isn’t but they’re literally a pair of illegal vigilantes:

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Dick as Robin: *cackles*

Tim, learning habits from stalking them: *giggles*

Gotham Criminals: *fear*

[mikami1992]

sometime…. Walker will end by saying that Danny escaped in a riot, and that he still has a sentence to serve in his prison…

Danny only answers that the charges were planted and that since then she is now his boss…

The only witness to this discussion is a Guard, when he tells someone that, no one believes him.

Danny, Arkham Guard… but more supernatural.

We've all read some version of what happens when Danny ends up as a Guard (either alone or accompanying Jazz), and we've all come to the conclusion that Danny is the one who terrorizes the naughty inmates…

but we haven't taken something into account…

Danny's mere presence increases the ambient ectoplasm, and a mental institution like Arkham must have its ghosts…

so give me a story where everyone (inmates, guards, doctors and even visitors) start to see, even identify people who shouldn't be there… because they had already died in some riot or escape…

yes, where everyone and even his grandmother start losing their minds from terror while Danny eats his sandwich calmly in the background without caring about anything (and where no one can say that he is the guilty one)

and when you ask him why so calm…

Danny: "I come from the most haunted city in the world, this is just any Tuesday"

[emacrow]

The first time The Justice league met the ghost king, they were not expecting this.

They were just trying to stop Luther from getting more kryptonite shards after getting an anonymous way to summoned more concentrated ones.

They were not expecting something to follow along after it. Constantine is in the corner cursing up a storm about the infinite king which batman files for later...

Only for a tiny elderitch being mauled the living out of lex, eating every silver of kryptonite (50 pounds worth of kryptonite since he was in the giant mech suit) in sight like a starved savage animal before ploping in mid air like it was a solid floor after a small(cute) burp, before reforming into a humaniod state.... which was a tiny 5 year old white haired toddler with a look of I over-ate a food coma worth of snacks and it was worth it.

Meanwhile Danny was this close 👌🏻 from snapping into a terror tantrum that would made pariah king rage seem like child play after he caught on real quick on what was taking his ghost candy rock medicine supply prescripted to him from frostbite. Fuck vlad and his stupid plan to try and baby him, fuck the ghost zone cause everyone is now babying him, and not even clockwork is taking him seriously but did gave some cryptic hints on the whereabouts of his medicine that would help him grow faster.

It been literally 3 months by now and he has had it with the babying even though he look 5 physically, he is 18 year old! Not even his parents taking him seriously and been using this chance to spend time with him.. which is fine but he draws the line after bathtime, the sailor costume and floaty!

He was practically ravenous to the point of going eldritch form when he went chasing through trail of summoning ghost magic leading to his precious snacks.

He not even caring about the sad bald man in the mech suit after he had his fill and probably overduing eating and is just inducing the process of his food coma.

He is totally unaware of the audience he has right now that being watched on lived TV.

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Oscilloscope, The Terror Beneath the Sea (1966)

[demonic0angel]

Dc x Dp : Tucker, as a reincarnated pharoah, has magicians frequently bursting in to wherever he is to kidnap him, or steal his body parts to do evil rituals for power. They also get real offended that he cares more about tech than he does magic. Luckily Danny is always on standby.

Tucker idly watched the magicians try to capture him. His mechanical arms (definitely not inspired by Doc Ock) batted away the spells. Thankfully, Sam had warded them pretty efficiently, so it was pretty much impervious to any magical attempts at destroying or controlling it.

He turned back to his tablet, wishing he had his PDA but the last time he tried using her while someone was attacking him, they had knocked her onto the ground and broken her screen.

Tucker inwardly clenched a fist and shed a tear. Never again.

"Are you not scared?! Fear us! Tremble in terror before we take control of your domain!"

Tucker waved a hand. "Yeah, yeah, I'm trying to mourn my PDA here."

They looked shocked before they doubled their efforts in trying to get past his mechanical guards and wards.

"How dare you! Fear us!!"

Tucker sighed in exasperation. Weren't these guys from another world? Wasn't there supposed to be people who stopped them from going into the Ghost Zone to wreck havoc?

Tucker gave himself another reminder to send, yet again, another email to the one annoying tax-evading, headache-inducing, paperwork-causing occult detective to watch his world's pests, still ignoring the enraged magicians.

It was a hard job to be Danny's secretary.

The door burst open again and Danny stood, arms outstretched and a snarl on his face. The magicians paused and then moved to attack him. There was a shout and then Danny started blasting.

Tucker stopped to watch him for only a moment longer before he turned back to his tablet.

Moments later, Sam skidded to a halt outside of the room and then dove inside to join the fray.

Tucker peacefully continued working amidst the cries of pain from the angry magicians and the battle cries of Sam and Danny.

It was nice to be protected. If only they could keep the destruction of his room to a minimum...

[canofspooks]

Phantom Goes Cross-Country (Chapter 4)

Chapter Summary: The gang finds a lead on why the G.I.W. are in town.

Word Count: 1218

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Danny's experience with ghosts outside Amity Park was minimal, to say the least, but Rosie seemed to follow the general trend. They were able to eat breakfast without much fanfare. No big reveal, no battle, no building-destroying ghost rays. She just bid them a good rest of their day, and they were off.

Tucker shoved his hands in his pockets. "How come none of the ghosts in Amity were like that? Instead we always got the guys who want to take over the world."

"I think it builds character," Sam replied. "Are we going to talk to the museum guy now?" She gestured down the road, towards where the buildings began to get denser. The sun was out now, but the place seemed no more alive than it had been in the dead of night. Danny honestly wasn't sure what part of that was the ghosts, and what part was just what happened when your town's population consisted primarily of elderly people.

"No need. I've gotten pretty good at sniffing out ghosts. If we talk to them directly, maybe we can figure out what's going on here quickly before the Guys in White notice us and try to start trouble." Danny closed his eyes, and focused on where his core was pulling him to. The closest and strongest ghostly presence was calling him from the direction of Rosie's diner, of course. If he ignored that, though, he could make out something faint leading him in the opposite direction.

He opened his eyes and saw that it was pointing him towards an old gazebo situated in the center of a more level and clear grassy area. Tentatively, he was going to call it a park, even though that seemed a bit grandiose for what he was looking at. Regardless, he made his way towards the structure, Tucker and Sam in tow.

Behind him, he could hear his friends whispering,

"Is he… literally smelling ghosts?"

"Don't know, don't care. Come on, Tucker."

The gazebo looked ancient, even compared to the rest of the town. Danny ran his hand along the chipped wooden railing, hoping that the whole thing wouldn't collapse on top of them. It was definitely the kind of place a ghost would hang out, though.

He looked around, seeing no signs of paranormal activity. Not even a hint of a spectral tail. But his core didn't lie - there was a ghost here. "Look around for anything weird. Maybe it's just… underneath something?"

The three split off, picking over every rock and tree root in the grassy clearing. While Tucker and Sam focused on the immediate area around the gazebo, Danny wandered out to the treeline. The tugging in his core seemed to lead him further from his friends, and into the woods.

If that's what the ghost wanted, then he'd be happy to oblige. He walked until he was out of earshot of his friends, and like clockwork, he heard an echoey, unmistakably supernatural voice.

"So what's your deal? Why are you hanging around the living?"

He whirled around, but it wasn't behind him either.

"Down here. In the puddle."

Danny looked down at his feet, into the small, shallow puddle in the grass. There, in the surface of the water was a ghoulish face. Its skin was bruised all over, its eyes sunken into its sockets. If not for the fact that Danny had been dealing with dead people for years now, he'd probably have been disturbed. As it was, the ghost didn't seem all that threatening.

"Why are you stuck in a puddle?" he asked.

"A question for a question. You answer first."

Danny didn't want to say he wasn't dead. If Rosie's reaction had been anything to go off, maybe he could weasel some answers out of the ghosts if they considered him one of them.

So he shrugged. "I'm not super dead. Nearly dead. Like, almost. Not quite fully dead," he clarified. "Sam and Tucker are cool with the whole ghost thing, even if they're a little fleshy. I'm Danny by the way."

The puddle-ghost tilted its head. "Almost dead? How does that- you know what? I don't need to know. I'm Bug. Not stuck in the puddle, just chilling in the reflection for a while. Nice day for it. You can hang here, if you want. It's a lot safer than wandering town with all the white suits lurking around."

Well, at least Bug was talkative.

"Do you know anything about them? Another ghost warned me to stay away, but I don't know what for." Danny sat down next to the puddle, eyeing the direction he came from to make sure Tucker and Sam didn't barge in on the conversation.

"They're guys, they wear a weird amount of white. Ghost hunters, and the nasty kind. They got these weird sci-fi bullshit weapons that can fry a ghoul in seconds. I dunno much else, though."

As Bug talked, the image in the puddle changed to mimic what he was talking about. The G.I.W. agents, their vans, their weapons. That gave Danny an idea.

"I heard they came here after a detective went missing. Is that true? The guy must've been connected to some pretty powerful people."

The reflection changed to show a tall, darker-skinned man in a comically long black overcoat. The man looked like he'd rolled out of bed, thrown on a loose red tie, and immediately started chain-smoking.

"Oh, sure. The guy came here originally because of a murder case, but I think he got a little too invested in trying to figure us out. Last I heard, the boss took care of him before he could learn too much. Never thought it would draw the feds here."

"'Boss'? What, are you in a ghost mafia?" Danny laughed.

Bug paused on that question for a little too long. Oh god. There was a ghost mafia, wasn't there?

"... I mean, it's not not a ghost mafia. We just take care of each other, is all. A little community in the afterlife is a nice change of pace. What's it to you, anyway?"

Danny pinched the bridge of his nose, not quite sure he was believing the words that were coming out of his mouth. "If I wanted to talk to the 'boss', could you take me to him?"

The ghost practically leapt out of the puddle, spraying Danny with water. "You wanna join?!"

Bug was a lot younger, and smaller than he expected. Danny stood and dug his hands in his pockets, trying his best not to look like he was pitying the ghost for dying so young, lest that piss the ghost off and lead to a fight. Bug could've died thousands of years ago, and just kept the teenage appearance for a gimmick.

"Yeah, I'd be down with joining. Can my friends come too?"

"Sure! They won't be able to see me, since you're the only one who looked in the reflection, but I'm sure they'll understand!" Bug began marching off in the direction Danny had come from. He followed the smaller ghost out to the gazebo, where Tucker and Sam were waiting.

"Where'd you go?" Sam asked.

"We're gonna join the ghost mafia, c'mon."

Tucker squinted at him. "You were gone for like two minutes."

"Don't question it."

[1mlei]

Dead on Main Soulmate AU [Part 1]

Everyone has a soulmate. They can be either romantic or platonic, and the intensity of the bond varies, but everyone has a soulmate.

According to every person that has met their soulmate, the feeling of finally finding your special someone is unmistakable.

But to help you along, everyone is also born with a tiny red heart tattooed on the inside of their wrist. The heart beats if you're close to your soulmate, and when you meet them the tattoo turns golden.

It is also known, that when your soulmate dies the heart fades to black, and won't ever beat again.

Now insert Danny and Jason into this scenario.

This turned sadder than I intended it to be :')

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Danny has a heart on his wrist like everyone else, and he has all but confirmed that his soulmate doesn't live in Amity, which he's secretly very happy about.

The thing is, Danny dies when he's 14 years old. Sure he comes back to life afterwards, but the damage is done. He'd looked into it to make sure, there are cases of someone very briefly passing away before being resuscitated. In each of these cases, their soulmate's tattoo would fade to black, regardless if they had met or not.

Danny knows that his soulmate believes him to be dead, and there's nothing he can do about it. He doesn't know what will happen when they meet, will the heart shift or stay black? Any reports he could find online about the subject didn't delve into what happens beyond the heart fading.

As for Danny's own tattoo, it remains mostly unaffected by his death. There is a fascinating side-effect of the heart changing from red to green when he goes ghost, most probably because he stops relying on his heart, switching to his core, which runs on ectoplasm.

But that aside, Danny doesn't notice a difference. His heart is still it's regular old red colour whenever he's human.

There's nothing he can do about any of it until he actually meets his soulmate, so until then it's a waiting game.

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Jason was 13 years old when his soulmate died.

It had been a regular afternoon, he was hidden away in the manor's library with a big stack of books he was planning to plough through.

It happened as he was simply turning a page. The red heart on his wrist caught his eye, and he froze in terror.

It just turned to black.

It didn't fade like what people have described, oddly enough. Instead, it flickered back and forth between red and black, as if unsure where to settle, before it stopped and stayed firmly black.

Jason just sat there, refusing to take his eyes off his tattoo.

That was where Alfred found him hours later, after the sun had set and the natural light in the library consisted solely of the dim glow from the moon.

The butler had originally sought out the boy to inquire about his absence at dinner, but could tell at a glance that something was very wrong. He approached carefully.

"Master Jason? Is everything quite alright?"

Jason numbly turned his head up to look at Alfred. He looked at the man that was always there when he needed him, even when Jason was damn sure he didn't deserve it.

He looked into the kind eyes of the man that had become like a grandfather to him, and he finally stopped holding back.

He wept silently, allowing his eyes to let out the tears he had been holding back. The tears flowed down his face, and had anyone other than his grandfather Alfred been watching he would have been embarrassed by the pitiful sniffling sound he let out as he wiped at his tear-stained cheeks with the back of his hand.

He wordlessly held out his wrist, showing the now firmly pitch-black heart stamped there.

The moment Alfred laid eyes on the tattoo his heart clenched, the older man feeling a pain that was beyond words with the realization of what his grandson was going through this early in his life. He quickly reached out and held Jason in a tight embrace.

For the first time in many, many decades he felt incapable of fulfilling his job.

After all, how do you comfort a child that has just had their one special person, their other half, cruelly ripped away from them before they even got to lay eyes on each other?

"I'm so sorry my boy."

As much as he loathed it, the words were all Alfred had to offer.

He wanted to curse the world, for doing this to the poor boy. Yet all he found himself able to do was silently pray for a miracle, that this wouldn't be the boy's fate.

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Next part | Masterpost

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Halloween prompts year 2 day 7

Danny sees a 30 minute video in his recommendations titled: Why Red Robin and Phantom should never meet, and honestly? The more he watches the more he immediately wants to fly to New Jersey and declare Red Robin and Spoiler his new friends

Tim sees the same video and is losing his mind cause this is how he learns about the Anti ecto acts and about a Lazarus hell portal being open in a small city in Illinois for two years without the JL knowing anything!

He needs to save this guy before he gets himself...okay. Maybe its a little late for that but his point still stands!

It has nothing to do to him liking how many unhinged situations him and Phantom could get away with. Nothing!

RR could hardly believe it when Phantom showed up on his patrol a few nights later, offering to give him a tour of the ghost zone (at least what Danny had mapped out already) in return for some assistance against Vlad, the GIW, the Fentons and help him get Danny and Jazz Fenton rights to thiwr parents patents and machines so the government can't steal them...and maybe set up a place for them to live until they're 18

Also he wanted to know how cool RR was with clones.

Tim gets a thermos and immediately sucks Phantom up, apologizes claiming he needed to test it to make sure it was legit, and they go one thier way. Dannys just glad he didn't give him a blaster.

They become best friends, prank the other bats, terrorize all of thier enemies, ect.

The real problems start when Danny "can't recognize ethics unless its actively hurting someone" Fenton and Tim "always one and a half steps from turning into a supervillian" Drake start taking things a bit too far riding off of eachothers excitement

The universe trembles in fear.

Constantine hides and puts his phone on silent.

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♡ slashers scenarios | you’re almost a victim… (part 2)

♡ fandoms; House of Wax, Scream (kinda), Hannibal/Silence of the Lambs, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Bo Sinclair, Danny Johnson, Hannibal Lecter

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; mentions of violence and cannibalism, kidnapping, stalking, suggestive content

♡ notes; I’m kinda surprised this prompt won out for a part 2 but very happy lol, I had some fun ideas.

the whole gang is not here, just some kinda kinky guys again- I feel like this doesn’t work super well for every single slasher? only some of them are psychopaths AND perverts

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Bo Sinclair

> bo was having a rough day

> your friends had been putting up one hell of a fight, killing the first four was a huge pain in ass

> so by the time there’s only two of you left, he hasn’t even gotten a proper look at you

> it’s not until you come back to the gas station, wide eyed and begging for help that he finally notices you

> god you’re cute- you can be last

> he drops the nice guy act and gets you to the chair- rough as always and threatening you the whole way

> but then he notices it’s all a lot easier than usual today

> he glances up and can’t help but grin

> your cheeks are bright red and your chest heaving- you like being restrained

> “i’ll be good- promise—“ you mumble before he can be a smart ass

> he gags you anyways, but he praises you as you open your mouth for him to stuff the rag it in

> he can hear you whimper as he does and he’s just itching to leave so he can come back

> he leans over, one hand planted between your legs to steady himself

> he can hear your breathing catch as he simply kisses your forehead, snickering as he leaves

> you were really something

> a pretty, obedient little something that would last way longer than a day if you kept it up

Danny Johnson

> he’s worried you saw the flash of his camera through your window that morning

> he’s normally so careful, he can’t believe he slipped up like that- honestly he’s surprised you didn’t call the cops

> you must have been too groggy, or maybe it wasn’t as dark as he thought it was at the time. maybe you noticed but didn’t put two and two together

> he needs to kill you soon anyways. he’s been watching for a while, and he’s wasting time

> he settles back into his usual spot where he can see perfectly into your bedroom

> he sees you frown just a tad as you pick up the phone call from an “unknown number” - but you still pick up

> “Hi there, doll .”

> he’s called you more than once, this “ghost voice” that’s been terrorizing you- and god is it a nice voice

> a nice voice that says vile things. some of them just violent, some…well some things you like too much

> you can see you make an expression he doesn’t expect. you bite your lip, cheeks pink

> he’s seen that look before…not for Ghostface, of course, but for Danny

> you were easy enough to befriend, and it just gave him more opportunities to keep tabs on you

> like most people he charms, you clearly have a crush on him, and that little lip bite is about the same face you make when he flirts

> maybe he’s just seeing things

> you couldn’t be that perfect.if you were he would have to keep you around

> he continues on and on, observing you carefully

> and you just keep getting more and more flustered, even when he’s threatening to choke you stupid

> “you know you’re so cute when you blush like that,”

> what you say next comes just about as close to scaring him as you can get

> “Thank you, Danny.”

Hannibal Lecter

> you weren’t quite as close to victimhood as one might assume

> but he was a fast killer once he had a mark set- you had to impress him more than a bit to be considered and then ruled out

> you start as his patient

> you’re a meek thing, easy to read and fragile

> you’re practically asking to become an entree

> if you taste as good as you look, you’d be his best dish yet

> it’s not hard to get you alone outside of an appointment

> you’re delighted when he invites you to a dinner party- you’ve heard great things about his little get togethers

> and he even lets you help him get ready, setting the tables

> the conversation become macabre as you discuss some recent murders that police suspected were committed by a cannibal

> that he committed for the sake of the dinner party, naturally

> he corners you before you can realize it - he likes playing cat and mouse

> you giggle nervously and look up at him

> he’s got a hand on the wall above you, and he notices your eyes linger on his toned forearms

> many patients and victims have crushes on him, it’s not surprising or a deterrent

> though it surprised him the gristly conversation wasn’t bothering you

> “yknow, it must be nice to know you’re safe from that serial killer in the neighborhood. If he is a cannibal, he’s most likely to chose someone more sedentary.”

> you leave him there, as if you hadn’t said something so delightfully offputting to find a vase for the table

> maybe he could do some further studying….