#ghost lights ship

[dat1angel]

DPxDC story where Danny is dating a batkid, it's funniest with Dick in my mind but it can be whoever, and he ends up drawing the very incorrect conclusion that batkid is cheating on him with their vigilante persona. He calls them out for it and batkid is frantically trying to convince him it's not true without revealing that they actually are the vigilante but is struggling because Danny actually has some really good points? And they can't just tell him because it's not just their secret, the entire family would be outed, but Danny is the best boyfriend they've ever had and they really don't want to lose him and the truth is probably the only thing that would be able to counter all of Danny's arguments.

[gomzdrawfr]

Nik and Ghost...NikGhost? *nods*

based on @on-a-lucky-tide about Nik Olympic press Ghost

[noxcheshire]

I like Danny being a little freak boy failure because it’s just so funny in that same way where you see some hot person being utterly into this one vague thing that no one can understand.

That’s Danny.

He is unknowable.

But somehow he still bags all the baddies.

[nanenna]

Oh no, i just had a terrible thought! >:D

Joker's made a lot of people very miserable, especially the bats. Between killing Jason, turning Tim into Joker Jr., the whole thing with Babs, and Duke's parents... Jason's gonna have so much competition. XD

Maybe not so much Babs, he's a bit young for her. Maybe she only hams it up in front of her baby brothers to rile them up. But I wanna see Jason, Tim, and Duke all fighting for Danny's attention because just look at him! So pretty! So hot! So dumb! So heroic!

DPxDC prompt. Education.

Joker *hiccups and wonders who is thinking about him*: Bats?

~~~Meanwhile~~~

Half-dead idiot with GPA about 6 feet below the required for admission to university: *looking at the Gotham University website's page with the offering a cover up to 100 percent of the full tuition fee to anyone who gets rid of the damn clown*.

Phantom: : >:-D

Phantom to Sam & Tuck: ~Guys, I may not have a brain, but I have an idea~

Jazz: Oh, no...

[potato-lord-but-not]

HI HI UMM you reblogged a Holy Ghosts post of mine and idk if you were serious about redrawing one of the doodles but if you really wanted to that’d be totally cool with me !!!! It is very much allowed I’d be actually be honored, your art is honestly what opened my eyes to The Truth of such an amazing ship with such impossibly funny possibilities

TEEHEE YAY I actually drew this immediately after I reblogged that so I’m glad I can share with the class <333

[thinwhitedoc]

SHERLOCK | Martin Freeman as John Watson

[pick-a-lane]

ghoap nap

a little soapghost doodle I did tonight.. can you tell I was also a bit sleepy lmao. I forgot about daylight savings so tomorrow I will be tired :( enjoy this little sketch though! (also these are new brushes yay very fun :) )

[zeestarfishalien]

Things we shouldn’t start

[Duke x Danny]

When Duke Thomas received the opportunity to go as an exchange student to some small city school in the Midwest, he took it. He’s been a native Gothamite his whole life, rarely leaving the city’s borders beyond missions and the occasional school field trip. This exchange opportunity left him close enough to help in case of emergency, but far enough away to not be their first call. The others thought him crazy, claimed he’d never be able to last through a whole school year.

Well Duke said the same thing he said when people told him he couldn’t out think The Riddler.

“Bet.”

There were a few odd reports from him in the first month, but after that he claimed that all was well and handled. The crime rates in town were indeed as low as was claimed.

By month four, the family were certain he must be going stir crazy without any vigilante action, yet no word from his reports nor any of his FaceTime calls gave any hint of such a state of mind.

The various pictures he sent at holidays and random intervals were pretty normal, a little blurry sometimes, but just of average teen things. Selfies of him with some new friends from classes, pictures of said friends doing random things, pictures of tv screens with various games loading, pictures of random objects with weird or hilarious captions. It was almost odd how normal everything was.

Thus, that was how the time passed and Duke returned to them looking refreshed and happy if not a little wistful when he thought about the friends he’d had to leave behind.

Money exchanged hands and not in the direction most of them expected, since according to all evidence, Duke had a very relaxing and restful school year without going stir crazy.

Life continued on as usual for the Wayne’s and Co. both day and night.

Then came Damian’s birthday and with it his usual birthday assassins.

Now normally this wasn’t too huge of an issue. The family fought them off and by the end of the day, they retreated back to their master.

However, this time Arkham faced a massive breakout calling all hands on deck.

A larger group of about 7 assassins piggybacked off of an attack from Penguin’s goons managing to separate Robin from Signal and Spoiler.

With the goons surrounding them, they couldn’t reach Robin to help.

Signal put two fingers to his lips and let out a long two toned whistle.

The goons paused, waiting for whatever that was about. When nothing seemed to happen they began closing in.

“What the flipping fruit loops was that Signal?” Spoiler asked bewildered.

He didn’t answer but cocked his head a little and then stuck one arm straight out from his body.

Out of the shadows came a long stringy blur of black and white with bright green eyes only for Signal’s outstretched arm.

The thing perched upon his arm on spindly limbs. It was a somewhat humanoid being with white floating hair and a gas mask covering what might have been a face as it stared at him with its head tilted at an odd angle.

“To Robin,” Signal ordered and lifted his arm just like a falconer might do to give their Falcon better lift on their take off.

The thing shot off like a bullet from a gun and bowled into the nearest assassins with bodily force.

The goons stared. Spoiler stared. The assassins being very well trained attempted to stay on task while Robin wisely focused on fighting for his life.

Signal didn’t hesitate to deck the nearest goon and start into the next. He wasted no time in knocking them out of the fight so they could secure them.

Spoiler finally jolted out of her stupor to help him with the last few while Robin and the thing finished knocking out assassins. The thing/creature barely touched its feet to the ground, preferring to float and swoop around, limbs dancing above the ground.

Once Signal passed off the last of the handcuffing to Spoiler, he held out his arm once more and the creature flew to him happily. It perched once more and let out a wheezing raspy sound.

Signal dipped his arm and ruffled the creature’s hair with his free hand.

“Thank you babe. How long can you stay?”

The answering crackle of ice and hiss of an airlock opening into empty space seemed to have some sort of meaning only Signal could understand because his grin widened.

“Awesome. I’ll let Agent A know you’re coming.”

“That was absolutely Not what he said,” came the mechanized voice of Red Hood from a nearby rooftop. He dropped down to their level. Spoiler stared between Signal and Hood while Damian’s brow furrowed so deeply that Signal wanted to joke he’d get it stuck like that.

“What in the…” Spoiler breathed.

The creature let out a sound like a shifting glacier followed by a little questioning “brr?”

Duke watched on curiously, his fingers never leaving the swirling floating hair of his little pseudo falcon.

“No. I’m not dead.”

The sharp crack in response made Spoiler flinch.

“Okay, maybe…why the flip does that matter and it doesn’t explain why you waxed poetic about our spotlight here and he claimed you said something completely different.”

The sound of metal creaking and groaning under the pressure of empty space had a spine tingling echo to it. The creature’s head bobbed in what might have been acknowledgement or embarrassment, impossible to tell with the mask. They followed it up with a hum that shifted between several uncomfortable pitches.

“Okay, never mind. You two are officially the funniest fucks on the planet.”

Signal grinned and the creature perked up in its approximation of excitement.

“Okay, not to ruin this very touching and confusing moment, but we still have to find Penguin and whoever else is left on the list of escapees this time,” Spoiler chimed in.

“Agreed,” Damian stated. He’d been oddly quiet throughout the whole encounter, but seemed to jump back into work mode when reminded.

Signal looked to his creature.

“You ready?” With their nod he launched them off again. Signal watched them go off through the buildings, literally phasing through walls with a fond smile.

“Eww.”

“What?” Signal raised a brow.

“You can have your little cryptid boyfriend but keep it pg or I’m coming for your kneecaps.”

Signal choked a little and coughed before taking off to a nearby roof.

“Oh. My. God…” Spoiler drew in a huge breath before shouting, “THAT’S YOUR BOYFRIEND?!”

Things not featured/mentioned but are there:

Danny actually used morse code to convey himself to Duke while just using ghost speak for the effect. Yes, they are absolutely little dramatic bastards.

Damian being able to understand the equivalent of every third word of ghost speak and is attempting to process that while also making sure no more birthday assassins sneak up on him. Boi be strugglin

Yes Danny came up and just basically started going. “Hello my love, my bright summer’s day, my shining star and dearest one. I missed you and did you know you are absolutely gorgeous in that suit. I love seeing it….”

Danny and Jason’s conversation: “bro, you’re death kin?” “No. I’m not dead.” “I said death kin not dead.” “Okay, maybe…” “That’s why you can understand me when I speak like this. Duke can’t understand it, we just use Morse code and my ghost speak is just audio effects.” “Okay, never mind. You two are officially…”

Duke had a great time in Amity Park and while he wasn’t exactly being a vigilante he was absolutely being a ghost hunter with the Dp crew. They are the friends in the pictures he took. He and Danny finally moved on to dating only 2 months before he had to leave. When Duke found out Danny’s identity, he revealed his own and they finally both admitted their feelings for one another.

Duke and Danny absolutely practiced the falcon thing back in Amity Park. They think they’re hilarious and I agree.

Two bros, chillin in the batcave, 0 feat apart cuz they’re best friends

Also because Danny weighs like a wet baby crow in ghost form and he likes to have his Perch.

Duke would sooner take up Condiment King duties than turn him down

[demonic0angel]

🎶 That boy is a monster 🎶 — Monster by Lady Gaga (click for clarity)

[hyakunana]

"Your people need their heroes."

Their heroes:

[supernova2205]

The Long Game

Chapter 3

Summary: As tensions simmer within Task Force 141, unspoken feelings and shifting alliances create fractures in the team’s bond. But when an unexpected threat emerges on their next mission, everyone’s loyalty—and resolve—will be tested in ways they never anticipated.

Meanwhile, your connection with Ghost had only deepened. He’d become a steady fixture by your side, a quiet support that didn’t need words. There was something almost magnetic about the way he seemed to know when you needed company or when to leave you in silence. And for the first time in weeks, you felt… grounded.

One evening, after a grueling round of combat drills, the whole team found themselves in the base’s lounge. Soap had talked someone into setting up an old stereo, and the crackling sound of rock music filled the room as he challenged anyone brave enough to a game of darts.

“Bet you five quid you can’t hit the bullseye from here,” Soap taunted, waving a dart in Ghost’s direction with a grin.

Ghost looked up from where he sat beside you, his expression hidden behind his mask, but you caught the faintest tilt of his head that hinted at a smirk.

“Not worth the five,” he replied dryly, but there was a playfulness in his tone that made you smile.

“Scared, are you?” Soap pressed, waggling his eyebrows.

Before Ghost could respond, you nudged his shoulder. “Go on. Show him how it’s done,” you teased, your voice light with encouragement.

Ghost glanced at you, and for a brief moment, his gaze softened. He stood, plucking the dart from Soap’s hand with a casual confidence that left the others chuckling. With a single, effortless flick, he sent the dart sailing through the air, where it landed squarely in the bullseye.

“Lucky shot,” Soap grumbled, though he couldn’t hide his admiration.

You shared a quiet laugh with Ghost as he returned to his seat beside you. It felt good to have these moments, to let yourself breathe and enjoy the camaraderie without the weight of lingering tension.

But as the night wore on, you noticed Price watching from across the room, his gaze unreadable. It wasn’t the first time you’d caught him looking your way, but tonight there was something different in his expression—a heaviness, like he was trying to figure out how to bridge the distance he’d created.

Eventually, the others filtered out, leaving only you, Ghost, and Price in the lounge. Ghost shifted beside you, his eyes meeting yours briefly, as though gauging whether you wanted to stay. You gave him a slight nod, deciding to linger a bit longer.

Just as you were considering calling it a night, Price approached, clearing his throat. His gaze flicked between you and Ghost, a hint of discomfort in his stance.

“Mind if I have a word?” he asked, his voice directed at you but his eyes momentarily straying to Ghost.

You tensed slightly, but before you could respond, Ghost leaned back, folding his arms. “I’ll be close by,” he said simply, his tone carrying a subtle protectiveness.

Price’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. He waited until Ghost had moved a respectful distance away before turning to you, his expression unreadable.

“Listen… I know things haven’t been easy between us,” he began, his voice quieter than usual, almost hesitant. “I made mistakes, and I should’ve handled things differently.”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “You think?”

A flash of guilt crossed his face, and he nodded. “I won’t make excuses. Just… wanted you to know I regret how things turned out.”

For a moment, the anger you’d buried began to resurface, a bitter reminder of how he’d distanced himself after you’d let yourself be vulnerable with him. But seeing the sincerity in his eyes made it hard to hold onto that anger.

“Thanks for saying that,” you replied, your tone measured. “But that doesn’t just make things go back to normal.”

“I know.” Price’s gaze fell, and for a brief moment, he looked more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him. “I just hope… we can work together without this hanging over us.”

Before you could respond, Ghost returned, his quiet presence immediately grounding you. He gave Price a curt nod, as if signaling that the conversation was over. Price looked between the two of you, his expression unreadable, before he turned and walked away.

As Price’s footsteps faded, Ghost turned to you, his eyes softening. “You all right?”

You nodded, though a part of you still felt unsettled. “Yeah. Just… complicated.”

Ghost’s gaze held yours, his silent understanding offering more comfort than words ever could. There was something in his eyes, something deeper, but he kept it guarded, his loyalty unwavering.

Over the next few days, Price kept his distance, though his gaze often lingered whenever you were with Ghost. The rest of the team seemed to pick up on the subtle shift as well, exchanging quiet glances whenever Price and Ghost crossed paths.

One afternoon, while you and Ghost were going over mission reports, Soap wandered over, a mischievous grin on his face.

“So, you two planning to tell the rest of us what’s going on?” he teased, waggling his eyebrows. “Or are we supposed to keep guessin’?”

You exchanged a look with Ghost, fighting back a smirk. “Not much to tell,” you replied smoothly. “Just going over some intel.”

“Right,” Soap drawled, clearly unconvinced. “And that’s why Price has been lookin’ like someone kicked his favorite dog.”

Ghost’s gaze darkened, but his tone remained calm. “Not our concern, Soap.”

Soap held up his hands, feigning innocence. “Hey, I’m just sayin’—whatever’s got the Captain in a twist, maybe it’s best if you two sorted it out before the next mission. Wouldn’t want any distractions in the field.”

You nodded, though you knew Soap was only half-joking. The unspoken tension between you and Price, and the developing closeness with Ghost, was beginning to affect the team’s dynamic, whether you wanted to admit it or not.

Later that evening, you found yourself alone with Ghost in the armory, the quiet stillness between you both filled with an unspoken understanding. As you checked over your gear, you felt his gaze on you, and when you looked up, there was something in his eyes that made your heart beat a little faster.

“You know… if this is making things harder for you, I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep looking out for me,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ghost shook his head, his gaze never wavering. “I’m not going anywhere,” he replied, his tone firm but gentle. “Not unless you tell me to.”

A warmth spread through you at his words, a quiet reassurance that left you feeling steadier than you had in weeks. But before you could respond, Price entered the room, his presence casting a shadow over the intimate moment.

He didn’t say anything, but his gaze held a quiet intensity as he looked between the two of you. Ghost straightened, his posture shifting as he met Price’s stare head-on, the silent challenge unmistakable.

After a tense moment, Price cleared his throat, his tone clipped. “Ready for the mission briefing?”

You nodded, gathering your gear, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted irreparably between the three of you. As you filed into the briefing room, the weight of unspoken words and unresolved feelings hung heavy in the air, a reminder that some wounds didn’t heal as easily as others.

Later, in the dim silence of the base, Ghost found Price alone in the corridor, his expression unreadable as he approached.

“We need to talk,” Ghost said, his tone low, and for once, Price didn’t argue.

“What is it?” Price asked, though his voice held a hint of resignation.

Ghost crossed his arms, his gaze steady. “I get that you’re tryin’ to make things right,” he began, his voice calm but firm. “But you need to make up your mind, Captain. Can’t keep leaving her in the dark.”

Price’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away. “I’m trying,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Just… didn’t expect things to turn out like this.”

“Maybe you didn’t,” Ghost replied, his gaze hardening. “But you’re the one who put up the walls. Don’t be surprised when she doesn’t wait around forever.”

Price’s face fell, the weight of Ghost’s words hitting him harder than he expected. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something, but he held back, a mixture of regret and resignation settling in his eyes.

With a lingering silence hanging over them, Price watched Ghost disappear into the shadows, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He had tried to push past his feelings, to keep things professional, but it was clear now that it had only made things messier—for him, for Ghost, and for you. He let out a long, weary breath, hoping he’d find a way to set things right.

As the team assembled the next day, the tension was still palpable, yet there was a strange sense of calm before the storm. You and Ghost exchanged a quiet look, a shared understanding simmering just beneath the surface, while Price remained distant, his gaze locked somewhere far away.

None of you could have guessed what was waiting on the horizon—nor the fractures it would deepen, or the alliances it would put to the test. This mission would be like none before it.

To be continued…

Authors note: omggggg I didn’t think this chapter would turn out good but I love ittt I can’t wait for you guys to read chapter 4 you might love or hate what I have in store it👀😰

[etinceelle]

"I will bend the entiere universe to stay with you."

Yeah I chose pain and hope for tonight's sketch.

[ltwilliammowett]

The Legend of the Princess Augusta or the Palatine Ship

The legend goes back to the historic shipwreck of the Princess Augusta at Block Island in 1738. The ship is known from several contemporary accounts and from statements made by the surviving crew after the sinking, which were discovered in 1925 and reprinted in 1939. The British merchant ship Augusta sailed from Rotterdam in August 1738 under Captain George Long and a crew of fourteen, carrying 240 immigrants to the English colonies in America. The passengers were German Palatines who came from the Palatinate, which is why the ship was referred to as the "Palatine Ship" in contemporary documents, which explains the later confusion about the name. The ship was on its way to Philadelphia, from where the passengers were possibly travelling to a German-owned settlement on the James River in Virginia.

The Burning Ship, by Albert Bierstadt 1869

The Princess Augusta's voyage was ill-fated: The water supply was contaminated, causing a "fever and flux disease" that killed 200 passengers and half the crew, including Captain Long. First Officer Andrew Brook took command when severe storms forced the ship off course to the north, where the survivors were exposed to extreme weather conditions and dwindling supplies for three months. According to the crew, Brook forced the passengers to pay for the remaining rations. Apparently he tried different routes to Rhode Island and Philadelphia, but the storms drove the damaged and leaking Augusta to Block Island. She ran aground in a snowstorm at Sandy Point at the northernmost end of the island at 2 p.m. on 27 December 1738.

According to reports, Brook rowed to shore with the entire crew and abandoned the passengers on board. The Block Islanders apparently did what they could to help. They convinced Brook to let the passengers disembark the next day, and later retrieved their belongings when he left them on board. They also buried about 20 people who died after the shipwreck; the Block Island Historical Society erected a memorial plaque at the site of the "Palatine Graves" in 1947.

The authorities took statements from the crew, but what happened afterwards is unclear. Apparently the crew was not charged for their actions, and they and most of the surviving passengers made it to the mainland, from where little is known about them. Two survivors remained on Block Island and settled there. Most reports indicate that the ship was deemed unsalvageable and was forced out to sea to sink. It may have been set on fire to sink it. According to some reports, a woman, sometimes referred to as Mary Van Der Line, was driven mad by her suffering; she was forgotten and sank with the ship, according to these reports. However, no remains of the wreck have ever been found, and there are indications that the Augusta may have been repaired and sent on to Philadelphia.

There is a rich oral tradition of this event, and numerous sightings were reported in the late 18th and 19th centuries. The legend was immortalised by the poet John Greenleaf Whittier in "The Palatine", which faithfully reproduces the traditional story in verse. Which gave the Legend it's name. On Saturdays between Christmas and New Year's Eve, locals still sporadically report seeing a burning ship pass by. Folklorist Michael Bell, investigating the legend, found that almost a year after the incident, two versions of the night's events were circulated.

The Palatine Graves

The Block Islanders insisted that their citizens had made a valiant attempt to rescue the crew, while the New England mainlanders suspected the islanders of having lured the ship to them in order to seize their cargo. Both legends agreed that a female passenger had refused to abandon ship when it sank, and those who claim to have witnessed her reappearance say that her screams were heard from the ship.

Today, a plaque at the Mohegan Bluffs where the ship is said to have run aground reads: Palatine Graves - 1738. Some claim that those who died that night are buried underground. However, Charlotte Taylor of the Rhode Island Historical Preservation and Heritage Commission has stated that no physical evidence has ever been found to support either this claim or the legend itself.

[corpseflxwer]

A Cold Night 🌨️

these fluffy gals..... theyre so 🏳️‍🌈

[tortoisesshells]

Dark Shadows episode 85, aired October 21 1966

[funeralprocessor]

God I wish my brain didn't shut down the moment I try to actually write down anything about my OCs/ideas/etc. I've got some freaks knocking around in here y'all would go wild for.