#like also what was the point of phantom one. i think it was just to show hiw bad ghostmaker is... like thats what the whole 12 issues were

[ghostly-cabbage]

I have officially edited and updated my DP fic recommendation document

I've so far only used it for friends but now I'm wondering if any of you guys would be interested...

[waywardsalt]

with my phantom hourglass replay, there are two things i noticed;

a possible theme you could glean from the game is action vs inaction, and i think it's especially prevalent before you even leave mercay the first time, with oshus frequently urging link to not go after the ghost ship, then to just wait until the broken bridge is fixed, and seems reluctant at every turn while link and ciela are more than eager to go and do something about this problem, and the people of mercay in general talking about things and their problems but never seeming to act on their fears or desires, as well as the mention that due to the ghost ship, very very few people are still sailing around, while linebeck is one of the only people we see in the game actively going after the ghost ship and still sailing around. i might make a longer post just talking more about the action vs inaction in phantom hourglass but i just noticed it a bit and thought it was a bit of an interesting sort of theme you could find in the game.

linebeck moves so fucking much. i think he moves more than any npc in the rest of the game. not just in his intro cutscene where he is very animated, just in how much he moves when just standing in his little idle post, it's damn near distracting when the camera is focused on him, he moves a lot. i don't think i've really acknowledged how much he moves, and it really gives the impression that he's antsy or eager to get going, both of which fit him pretty well with how he acts.

[hyrulesfav]

♟️🐈‍⬛ is so perfect to me because they just. Get. each other. also they come into the relationship with kids who aren't their kids but one of them is basically their kid so they fall asleep watching bluey or blues clues a lot

[hugsandchaos]

I love all of them! Thank you for sharing them with me, they’re so fun to think about!

😆 Dash was mesmerized seeing Phantom fight for the first time. He made it look so easy, to the point that it almost looked like he was dancing a few times! Unfortunately, Dash didn’t get to say anything since Phantom left too soon.

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I’m assuming you’re referring to the abandoned observatory, so correct me if I’m wrong. The observatory is a little ways away from the town, so Danny gets his privacy. He’s been fixing up the place in his spare time, starting with the room he chose as his bedroom, and it actually looks really good compared to the rest of the place! He only lets Dash in after he trusted Dash not to judge him since he has some glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and a few other space related stuff that he didn’t want anyone to judge him for. Especially his bed, which kinda looks like a nest.

Dash thinks the room is very nice! And he likes the nest-bed, he thinks it’s very cozy.

Danny doesn’t want to feel like he’s taking advantage of anyone, which is part of the reason why he refused his offer. Also because he’d just gotten comfortable in his haunt place. He didn’t want to abandon it so soon!

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Danny really didn’t want to admit it, especially since this was basically a nice version of his bully, the one who made him eat underwear, but he ended up having this discussion with them anyways.

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I imagine something pretty similar, except it’s not so much as Danny developing social skills, it’s more of helping him regain his confidence since the Incident. The Incident that Danny won’t tell him about, but he got that incision scar on his chest from somewhere.

On a similar note, he also helps him talk to the rest of the team. He knows that Danny has trust issues for a reason, specifically ghost hunters and other ghosts, so he likes to just hang around in the background when Danny talks to them incase Danny needs his help.

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Oh my gosh, that’s so sweet! I imagine that Danny hadn’t had many massages before, if at all, and I’m specifically imagining a back massage right now.

Danny had never had one before, and he was a little uneasy at first because he didn’t know what to expect, but once Dash started working on it, that boy slowly started to melt! He tried not to melt at first, which was mostly a reaction from not being able to relax so much, but in the end, he either nearly fell asleep or actually fell asleep.

I’m a huge fan of the idea that ghosts can purr, so I love to think that either he can purr in both forms and was as loud as a motorcycle engine, or only purrs in ghost form and still purred like an engine.

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Some of my own because you’re a cool person who shared a cool thing with me, and now I’m legally obligated to share back

Danny loves to make playful jabs at Dash. One of my favorite ones is that when Dash lost a tooth even though he was past that point, Danny either full on laughed or just smiled and said “Welcome to ghost puberty, Dash”.

Cujo is… indecisive about what he thinks about them dating. Some days, he’s happy! His boy (Danny) has a boyfriend! A mate! One that gives scratches and plays with him! Other days, he’ll start barking and try to come between Danny and Dash because Danny is his boy! Stop trying to romance him! Who does this other boy think he is, trying to kiss the Prince of the Infinite Realms?! Danny thinks it’s hilarious, Dash is sad that he suddenly lost Cujo’s approval for no apparent reason.

Their relationship honestly reminds me of Jack in Maddie. Dash is a big sweetheart, figuratively and literally, and he either sleeps holding a teddy bear or Danny. Danny’s the one who’s usually “in charge”, so to speak. You know the whole “I’m afraid of my partner” thing where they’re not actually afraid afraid, but they know better than to cross them. Dash is “afraid” of his shorter boyfriend, and to be fair, he can be pretty scary.

halfa dash au but Danny x Dash

@hugsandchaos I thought of this now it won't leave my mind.

All I'm seeing is the reaction Dash's friends when they find out Dash is dating Danny.

No the thought of their reaction of seeing hickeys and hand marks on both Danny(bottom Danny supremacy) and Dash is not what inspired this.

im sorry for saying this but I really needed to get this out my mind and I wanted to know what you think about this then after that I can erase this post.

[oflgtfol]

he was only nineteen???? he should've been at the clubbbb

[hauntingblue]

Batman inc was such a weird experience. You would think that after a whole story about them keeping up batman's code against their complete antithesis (joker inc) AND a leader that doesn't follow that code to heart would have a good and nuanced take on the not killing thing. Well it doesn't

[your-resident-boat-person]

Here are some non-pokemon DS recommendations!

1. Ghost Trick - Phantom Detective

It's a puzzle game visual novel. Imagine you need to stop a rube Goldberg machine where someone dies at the end, but you're a ghost and can only manipulate objects in a very limited capacity. It's my favorite game of all time, and it was created and written by Shu Takumi, the creator of the Ace Attorney franchise. Speaking of,

2. Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney

A mystery visual novel series where you need to use critical thinking to find contradictions in testimonies and solve each mystery. The writing and comedy are fantastic, the mysteries are excellent, and the characters are really engaging.

3. 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors

Another visual novel, but this one is different. One of the small handful of M rated DS games. Do not play this game if you can't handle gore. Anyway, 9 people are trapped aboard what looks like the RMS Titanic, and have 9 hours to escape before she sinks with all of them trapped inside. This game has escape room puzzles. The gameplay is pretty good, but the story is definitely the highlight.

These 3 games all have remakes. Personally, I'd recommend the DS version of the Ace Attorney games. At least for the original trilogy and Apollo Justice. The HD graphics just make the art look revolting. For Ghost Trick, I'd day that the remake is pretty much 50/50 with the original, but if you play the remake, go into the settings and change the soundtrack to be the original, not the new one they did. For 999, it's a bit tougher. In the original, on the top screen, you see dialogue, and on the bottom screen, you see in-depth descriptions of things like you'd see in a book. In the remake, there's only one screen, so you have to pick between which one you want, and it's pretty clunky. Most people just set it to the regular dialogue and play it like Ace Attorney without those descriptions. This would make it sound like the DS version is the way to go, right? WRONG. Well, maybe. The remake adds voice acting. Really good voice acting. It's really difficult to pick between the two. Honestly, I'd recommend playing both, but which one you play first is up to you. The voice acting might leave a better impression if you dont know what they're going to say already. They're both pretty radically different experiences, and thankfully, the game has pretty great replay value, with lots of different paths to take.

Alright, more DS games now.

4. Fossil Fighters

Most people just kinda file this one under "pokemon clone" and carry on with their day, but it's SO much more. Unlike pokemon, you only get one of each Vivosaur. Now, I know what you're thinking, "but what if I want one with better stats?". Well, friend, Vivosaurs are VERY different from pokemon. The Vivosaurs stats are determined by how well you clean its fossils. If you damage the bone, its stats will go down. Each fossil cleaning is graded out of 100, and you can always go out and find more fossils and try again. But rare Vivosaurs will have fossils that are more difficult to clean. You can actually perfect the stats of every single Vivosaur you have. The battle mechanics are unique, and the story is fantastic. And I hear this games sequel is even better, but I haven't played it yet. Also, the 3D models of the Vivosaurs are dope as shit, and seeing them fight is rad as hell.

5. Club Penguin - Elite Penguin Force/Herbert's Revenge

What?! A shitty licensed game?! What's going on here?! Well, the secret to these games are that they're actually good. If you've played the EPF missions in the browser version of Club Penguin, you'll be familiar with these. They're point and click adventures. Actually, a lot of the missions are actually just upgraded versions of the EPF missions in the browser game, but they added lots of new ones, too. The story is okay, nothing nuts, it's a kids game, but the characters are pretty strong. Especially Herbert. He's written shockingly well, and I think he's a pretty complex villain for a kids game. The gameplay is pretty good, too, albeit nothing revolutionary. Just standard point and click adventure puzzles, but without the moonlogic of Sierra games. The music, though. Oh my god, the soundtrack to these games is incredible. I'm sure many of you are already familiar with the gadget room. But other songs like Robot Battle, Epic Challenge, and One Very Grumpy Polar Bear are all standouts. These games are criminally overlooked, and I'd highly recommend giving them a go.

So anyway, yeah, if you've always just thought of your DS as your Pokemon machine, give these games a go! The DS's library is criminally underlooked. The DS had a lot of really cool and unique features that make porting these games to new platforms really difficult. Hell, even emulating these games can be a pain. The DS has a really cool and creative library full of unique games, and it's easily my favorite console of all time.

top 5 ds game recommendations!

pokemon black

pokemon white

pokemon black 2

pokemon white 2

replay pokemon black

[toxicpineapple]

woaaah who dropped this sexy widdle askbox in frontttt of meeee can i get uhhhhhhhhhh a fuckin uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh "Stay with me tonight?" with Akira and Kaito if you please. and maybe a large number 9 with a side of pepsi but NO ICE.

Akira wakes up from his nap to the sound of murmuring from downstairs, which isn’t unusual, but a quick glance at the clock tells him Leblanc is closed right now. He rubs at his eyes as he sits up, glancing over to where Morgana is still fast asleep at the foot of his bed. So it isn’t him… not that he’d thought that in the first place. Morgana’s high-pitched voice is a little too distinctive to mistake for someone else’s, and Sojiro has a pretty recognisable I’m-talking-to-the-cat tone too.

Too sleepy to grab his glasses, Akira shuffles over to the edge of the stairs to eavesdrop. He leans his head down in time to catch Sojiro saying, “Think he’s asleep, but you can go on up and check if you want.”

The response comes from an equally low voice, though not Yusuke low, and after a moment of scrubbing his eyes, Akira places it. The realisation makes him both apprehensive and a little excited—he hasn’t seen Kaito since he got arrested in Niijima Sae’s palace, so naturally he’s happy that the guy swung by, but…

Well, Akira also hasn’t seen Kaito since the interrogation room. He feels his shoulders curling in instinctively, chest clogging with irrational panic at the thought of letting Kaito down (he won’t have as much energy or dry wit as Kaito is used to, won’t that be annoying?) but no sooner has the thought hit than are the stairs creaking as Kaito climbs them.

Akira stays planted, not bothering to move, so Kaito ends up meeting him at the top, blinking for a moment before a grin spreads across his face.

“Hey man! The boss said you’d be sleeping, hope I didn’t wake you up.”

He did wake Akira up, but Akira isn’t upset about it. He wouldn’t have wanted to sleep through Kaito’s visit. Besides, Akira’s been doing a lot of sleeping recently. He shakes his head slightly and turns, heading back over towards his bed, and Kaito follows him in, plopping down right next to Morgana.

“Sheesh, what the hell do you sleep on,” Kaito mutters when the bed doesn’t give beneath him. “Rocks?”

“Close,” Morgana mutters, shifting to rest his chin against Kaito’s knee and immediately beginning to purr. Akira can’t help but smile seeing it, but doesn’t respond, taking a seat a few feet away from Kaito and leaning against the wall.

Kaito takes a moment to scratch indulgently behind Morgana’s ears, and then says, “You doing okay, man?”

Akira nods. It gets something of a disbelieving look out of his friend, which he supposes isn’t all too surprising. Kaito can probably see the fading bruises on his face, the bags under his eyes. Akira looks down at the floor. He’s been taking a lot of naps, sure, but…

“I guess I’m a bit tired,” Akira says quietly. Kaito doesn’t respond immediately, working at a good spot on Morgana’s neck, and it prompts Akira to glance at him questioningly.

Kaito looks more thoughtful than anything. He says, “Anything I can do to help with that? I’m pretty free outside of classes and shit, so y’know. You’ve done me a lot of favours too, you know that?”

That’s true, but Akira still feels a bit conflicted about accepting the offer. He gives a little nod to let Kaito know he heard, then stares at the floorboards. Thankfully Kaito doesn’t push the subject. He doesn’t even saying anything else, letting the room fall silent save for the sound of Morgana’s purring. Akira can feel the weight of both of their concerned gazes on the side of his neck. He’s been getting that a lot lately, and he appreciates the thought of it, but the reality does kind of make his skin crawl.

Or at least that’s what Akira is feeling until he glances over and sees that Kaito is not, indeed, looking at him, but instead squinting up at the ceiling. Maybe he’s thinking about space or something. Akira has seen the inside of Kaito’s bedroom before, and he knows the ceiling there is decorated with stars.

The recollection makes Akira smile faintly for a moment. Glow-in-the-dark star stickers would be nice, actually… might make this place a little easier to…

…Well, that’s actually something Akira could ask for. He grips the knees of his pants. He’s felt too guilty to ask for it from the thieves, knowing they all have enough on their plates with the upcoming palace infiltration, but…

“Momota,” Akira starts. Kaito glances over, attentive immediately. It brings another smile to Akira’s face, but the look slips away fast. “Would you… stay with me tonight?”

Kaito’s eyebrows raise. “Here? Sure! I’ll take the couch.” He offers a grin. “The boss won’t mind, will he?”

Akira shakes his head. He shouldn’t. Kaito responds by lifting a hand, perhaps to clap Akira on the shoulder, but he falters, as if reconsidering. Eventually, he just rests his hand down gently. Akira appreciates it… and he appreciates the touch, too. Kaito has always been pretty warm.

“Then no problem,” Kaito says quietly. “Happy to help in any way I can, man.”

Akira breathes out. Closes his eyes and leans into Kaito’s hand. He knows that, and he knows anyone else would help too, but it was still unbearably difficult to ask.

…Oh well. Hard or not, Akira can’t help but feel relieved. That means it was for the better that he asked. Maybe it’ll be easier to sleep now, with Kaito hanging around to chase off the dark.

[orcelito]

asshole commenter didnt reply to my thing so. ????? guess they just decided to leave it at that????

[itsredpaint]

🥞

[inviso-bill-strikes-again]

best thing about our specific Memory Issues is that mac can buy stuff while someone else is fronting and they won't remember it by the time it gets here so it's like a little surprise gift every time

[tired-biscuit]

Logan would probably moan like he’s having the best sex of his life from just a shoulder massage. Do you think he’d deny he needs one? Or would you catch him off guard while he’s asleep?

18+ MDNI, fem!reader // cw: friends to lovers, unexpected mutual pining, logan realises he’s touch-starved after you offer to give him a backrub, and you both get turned on by it.

divider credit: div1nepetal

what if you’re, like… his friend, who’s grown to care deeply about him over the years and wants nothing else but to help him out a little from time to time in simpler, more ‘humanly’ ways because of said caring?

i mean, he’s got super fast healing and all that jazz, sure, however that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t get sore and thus — unbearably — cranky about it… and since you’ve known each other for so long, you’ve also gotten quite comfortable in each other’s company! so it wouldn’t be that odd if you were to offer to relieve the pain in your friend’s back when he swings by your place one random evening… right?

it’s really just to make him feel better, nothing else! because as soon as he flings himself onto his favoured spot on your worn out couch (a dent that he fucking made with the help of his heavy adamantium ass), you catch him repetitively stretching his neck from side to side and rolling his shoulders every so often with a furrowed brow and a tight-lipped expression that somehow manages to appear even grumpier than his usual neutral.

you steal glances because of it. listen intently to the laboured sighs he keeps letting out. and after leering at him and his struggles from the corner of your eye for a little while, not at all paying attention to the movie that you’re supposed to be watching with him, you finally succumb. you turn to the side and propose your offer whilst wiggling your magic fingers, as you like to call them, right in front of his face, and logan, as is expected, denies it by gently swatting your hand away.

taking over pretty much the entire space on the couch from how he’s manspreading, he doesn’t even peel his eyes from the television that — unlike you — he’s actually watching when he tells you that, “you don’t gotta worry about it” and that it’s not that bad, then. for some reason, he even feels the need to add that he can handle himself just fine.

it all makes your eyes roll.

and instead of listening, you rather choose to persist. he’s a wall whenever he makes up his mind on something, you know this, but you also know that if you nag him and scold him for long enough, prodding and picking at the cracks between phantom bricks, he’ll have no choice but to give in and give you what you want just to make you stop… though not without adding a snide comment or two himself during it because he can’t help but act like a dick sometimes around the people he’s fond of, it’s just the way he is!

as you tell him to scooch over and lay on his stomach, you feel just a little bit bad that you had to resort to annoying him in order to being allowed to help him. however, the guilt isn’t nearly as strong as is the sense of victory that you’ve just achieved, so you allow it to curl the corners of your lips into a satisfied, cat-like smile while you busy yourself by straddling the small of his back. he can’t see your face anyway, so what’s the issue?

meanwhile, logan lets out a tired exhale, smushing one cheek against the decorative pillow that he’s folded his arms under so that he can still watch the tv while you work your supposed magic. he listens to your sheepish apology and request to tell you if you’re too heavy, to which he responds by calling it nonsense and that you’re insulting him by thinking you’re heavy whilst sitting on top of a guy who’s literally filled with metal.

and filled with metal he is, indeed! it’s not long before you realize just how much freaking pressure you have to apply to his shoulders and back in order to make him feel something. how much physical strength you have to put into it, to the point that you’re nearly sweating because of it. popping a bone in order to ease some of the tension is literally impossible, so you aim your focus onto the taut cords of muscle instead.

you can see them even through the thin white shirt that he’s wearing — they’re that profound. flexed and attractive, attained with hard work. but they become even more visible when he reluctantly lets you roll the hem of his shirt up towards the collar, unfolding his arms just so that he can lift the upper half of his body, and you right along with him, with no visible effort whatsoever.

the air in the room shifts a little after that; it gets kind of tense. because all of a sudden, you’re skin to skin. his should be covered in scars, but he’s lucky enough to have them all healed and smoothed away by his power. and while he may not be able to feel relief in his adamantium-covered bones, he sure as hell can feel the warmth of your palms running down the slopes of his broad shoulders, the grazing of your nails that nearly makes him shiver when they reach a particularly ticklish part on the nape of his neck, the heat between your legs as you continue to sit on him, dressed in nothing else but a pair of comfortable and tiny shorts…

forcing himself to be a loner, logan isn’t used to being touched like this all that much, and it makes him sensitive. and as a result, he can’t help but squeeze his eyes shut and groan in absolute pleasure when you readjust by wiggling your hips on top of him and lean in super close to really dig your fingers into his strong back.

you pause at the sound; he can hear your breathing hitch a little before it continues to fan his shoulder blade. he’s already halfway on opening his mouth to say something in order to avoid things from getting too awkward even if he’s not the kind of man who minds if they do, when all of a sudden it hits him.

it’s barely there, just the faintest whiff of something sticky and sweet. it would be impossible to catch by a normal human, but he isn’t a normal human, now is he? no, he’s a mutant — a primal one, at that — and because of it, his nose is more than capable of catching a scent like this.

you’re… aroused. have gotten turned on by the sound he just made. are getting wetter between the legs by the second. and he can smell it.

fuck.

logan chooses not to say anything even if the pheromones that he’s steadily inhaling now are making his blood grow feverish to dangerous levels. meanwhile, you choose to remain quiet as well, simply continuing your ministrations as if nothing has happened.

something that does change, however, is the way you touch him. from that hiccup onward, you get more, should you say, intimate with it; even daring to comb your fingers through his rich, dark hair at some point and experimentally tugging at the roots, making him actually shiver this time.

he doesn’t just shiver, though. the action is so freaking good that it also causes his eyes to roll into the back of his head — he silently prays that he’s managed to squeeze them shut for a second time before you could catch it.

and that’s not all there is to it either. by now, his cock has become painfully hard in his pants. thick, hot and leaking pre-cum from how excited he’s getting. it makes laying down on his stomach extremely uncomfortable, but he thinks it’s better to suffer through it than enabling you to see what you’re doing to him both physically and mentally.

mind fogged by a mixture of your and now his own lust, he’s getting so horny that all he wants to do is rut into the couch while you continue to touch him. he doesn’t, of course, he’s been around for over two centuries so he’s pretty good at restraining himself, however that doesn’t mean that he likes doing it.

so he remains decent… well, somewhat. he pants a little bit, and he grunts and curses under his breath in a way that makes him sound like he’s balls deep in your cunt, folding you in a mating press and pounding away until you’re nothing but a whiny mess and his cum is trickling down your thighs, but he still tries his very best.

by the time you pat him on the shoulders and tell him you’ve finished, he fears he did, too.

[queenendless]

💀🎃👻Spooky Greetings👻🎃💀

A/n: This literally came to mind when I saw something similar in the actual game event. First time posting twst content here. This may get a sequel. Gonna try to post variety spooky content here cause HAPPY OCTOBER YALL!

SPOILERS for the new Halloween game event going on, somewhat. Also, a bit of Skully x fem!reader and implied fem!reader x the twst bois shown/tagged down below. Short Harem drama, kinda. Not much. But I think it ain't half bad.

*DON'T STEAL, COPY, EDIT, REPOST AND TRANSLATE MY FANFIC WORK. REBLOG, LIKE, FOLLOW PLS N THNX.*

“Hello, my lovely~”

The moment this new strapping figure — “Skully J. Graves at your service~” — appeared holding you in his arms as you awoke, you were awestruck at the spooky strapping young man.

After introducing all of yourselves, watching him kiss the hand of your schoolmates was amusing; seeing their appalled expressions. Guessing they don't get that brand of greeting often, huh?

Him kissing Grim's cheek had his fur stand on end to your delight.

And yet?

The moment he took your hand — only to pull you in and kiss you smack dab on the lips?

You felt the fires of envy and hate turn ablaze as the various pairs of eyes glowed outrageously.

Many hands, gloved or not, snatched him off you.

And all hell broke loose.

“Get your grubby hands off my beloved, you cretin!” Riddle turned red even his paled up Gothic aesthetic; Trey holding the struggling boy back in his arms.

“He means MY herbivore, skeletal bastard.” Leona growled in Skully’s face as he grabbed his collar.

“On the contrary, MY angel isn't up for auction when it comes to kisses from mere worms.” Azul's irked smile gave off unpleasantness.

“Oho? That doesn't seem to be the case, surely.” Jade jested to his boss's ire.

“MY jewel’s already doing so, octo pimp. That goes for you too, street rat.” Jamil hissed them both back and forth.

“Have you no manners of consent, you mongrel? Besides, my darling Y/n has better taste than you all. Me, for example.” Vil flaunted in the others irked faces; Epel looked just about done at this point.

“Don't you dare take away my Otaku goddess, you noob!” Idia gripped dramatically to the others nuisance. 

“How dare you lay a finger on my beloved human.” Malleus spoke doom.

The air around them crackled with literal lightning as emerald flames had his hands full.

“My future Queen … prepare yourself … FOR HELL.”

“WAKA-SAMA!” Sebek switched to fanboy mode at his God's might.

“For once, we're on the same page.” Leona's smirk sent his way spoke volumes as he dropped Skully before the dragon prince.

“TSUNATARO, STAND DOWN! ALL OF YOU, PLEASE!” You got in the way to defend the new anime boy from the others' united wrath, especially Malleus's. “One kiss is not that big of a deal.”

You could hear a pin drop now as everyone, even Skully, viewed you as if you had two heads.

“Good grief. Ya sure you're not magical? Cause you're bewitching them into lovestruck fools. And you're not dating any of ‘em. God, you're an idiot.” Grim griped.

Leona, Jamil, and Sebek appeared as glowing eyed phantom monsters ready for the kill. “YOU'RE ONE TO TALK, FUR BALL!!!”

Yet Skully looked unperturbed, his charming toothed smile arised, as Grim got chased by three SSR dressed pissed off mages. “Oya oya … What a lively bunch, you all are. And all because I took a kiss from your sweet lips, lovely Y/n. But if you are single, then may I ask you out?”

“NO!!!” All the former overblot cases now turned bachelors for your token affections shouted in unison.

Trey, Jade and Epel and you hung your head in exasperation.

Ah, quite the Harem dilemma.

Halloween coated, no less.

[lifetimeoftired]

Thought more on the 'Batfam in Danny's world' stuff.

Red Robin: What is this? -holds up a clunky early 2000s device he found in Danny's room between his pinched fingers, like it might bite him- Danny: Oh, my PDA? Tucker insisted on buying it for me but honestly I'm not really that great with tech so I don't use it much. He usually follows me around trying to manage my schedule with it. Red Robin: Concerning but, more concerning, this thing... Works? Danny: It's the latest model, so it should? Red Robin: Latest... -trying not to cringe- How do you connect to the internet on it? Or take pictures? Danny, with genuine excitement: Your PDA can do that!? Man, that sounds way cooler than the plastic that lets you see all the stuff inside! Red Robin: I'm In Hell.

Spoiler: Having villains for parents is the worst right? Danny: I mean, my mom accidentally brings the food to life and it tries to bite us. But the keyword is 'accidentally'. They're mostly harmless. Spoiler: They literally just shot at you??? Danny: They shot at Phantom. They don't know it's actually me you know? Also I don't even worry about it. They don't have very good aim since I'm not a danger to them and Dad only gets badass when mom is in danger. Mom's always a badass but it's good dodging practice. Besides, I'd be more worried about them dissecting me, what with the whole, I'm technically an entirely different species that they've been studying their whole life and don't think I'm sentient anymore. But y'know it's whatever. They're not actually all that bad and I know they love me deep down. Spoiler: I'm not sure whether to borrow Hood's guns and shoot you myself or kidnap you away from here and force Batman to adopt you. Danny: Wha-

Danny: Alright a few more adjustments aaaaand there! Signal: Oh wow! Thanks! It's nuce to be able to see again without getting black spots on my vision. There's so many ghosts around it can be hard to see. Danny, biting his lip trying not to laugh: No problem. Signa;: .... What? Danny: Nothing! You look great dude! Signal: ....... Danny: ....... Signal: What did you put on my face!? Danny: Sun glasses! Signal: -skids to a halt in front of mirror and sure enough they're sun glasses. But they're triangular and the hooks go aaaall the way up to hook around the bat-ear points and look completely ridiculous- Danny Why :( Danny: -trying to say 'sorry' through his giggles, but he's not really sorry-

Danny: Uuuuh Red Hood I can't see your face, but I'm kinda worried about how many guns you're loading right now. Red Hood: I just want your 15th birthday party to be safe, okay? Danny: I'll be fine? It'd be nice if the other ghosts gave me a day off sure, but fighting them seems safer. I don't really want my mom to bake a cake anyway. Knowing her it'd just come alive so if they forget this year it's fine. I'm just, those are real guns man. They're dangerous. Red Hood: They are. -cocks gun- For Them.

Robin: >:( Danny: It was a nice try. Robin: Do not patronize me Fenton! Danny: I don't know why or how, but that sounds even more insulting than when Dash does it... Robin: This is an indignity! Fighting immortals entities that cannot be harmed by blade is one thing- but I will not accept being spoken to like a child! Skulker will return and taste my fury! Danny: Hey calm down alright? Robin: Do not test my patience! Danny: I heard you like animals. Wanna meet my purple back gorilla friend? She's really nice and is easy to talk to. Robin: .... The gorilla... doesn't speak does she? Danny: Haha no of course not! I learned her language instead. Robin: ... You are a strange man. However I will accept your proposal for now and I insist you teach me every form of communication with her.

Orphan: :( Danny, who's always been able to understand Cass perfectly, much to the mystery of the batfam and her delight: Aw Cass, I love you guys too. It's been great having your family around- and really I'm flattered! But I can't be your new brother, I'm sorry, but we do live in different realities. Besides, I think I've had enough of people trying to adopt me. Orphan: ? Danny: Yeah my godfather is a total fruitloop. Always trying to kill my dad and marry my mom who hates his guts and get me to call him father instead. Like, he even tried to clone me and copy my brain into a new body right? Or that time he rigged the election to become mayor just to mess with me. And hiring actually competent ghost hunters so I'd quit (kinda wish I could quit actually but it's fine). His obsession with me can get out of hand sometimes you see. Orphan: >:( -cracks knuckles- Danny: What? No! I don't need protecting really! I can handle him just fine. Now that I'm thinking about it though, I dunno what he'd do with Jazz. He never seems to actually talk about her beyond that one time he tried to get her to attack me- huh? Orphan: -disappeared- Danny: ...... That probably won't come back to haunt me.

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Osha's backstory episode of The Acolyte fits perfectly with a headcanon I've had forever about Force-sensitive children in the galaxy--that some children feel called to the Jedi and some do not, and that the Jedi look out for this. We see that destiny exists in the Star Wars universe, the Force calls to people to walk certain paths, but that it's still up to them to decide, you still have to make your own choices. (See: Everything about Anakin Skywalker and how the Jedi never brought that up around him, it was always about personal choice and agency. Yes, he was the Chosen One, but he had to choose his path.) From the moment we first meet her, child Osha didn't want to be a witch, she wanted to see more of the galaxy beyond Brendok, she was immediately entranced by the Jedi when they showed up during the ceremony, like a magnet pulling her to them, that she was drawing the Jedi Order symbol long before they ever got there. It wasn't just a sudden way to get out of there, she was feeling this pull towards them long before she ever even met a Jedi. She's the one who first slips out to meet Sol during the ceremony despite being told to hide, she's the one who goes over to talk to Kelnacca before the test, she's the one who fights against her entire family to say she wants this. She's the one who wants this even before she knows there will be other children like her with the Jedi. We don't see the Jedi giving Mae that same nudge, because the Jedi path wasn't meant for her, she didn't want it, and I love that both here and in The Phantom Menace, the Jedi make sure that this is what the child wants, too, that both prequels and High Republic Jedi are shown to take such care, that it's done with the parents' permission, but also getting a sense of what the Force is or isn't calling this person to do and whether they accept it. But Sol gently pushes Osha, not to tell them what they want to hear, but to tell the truth, do you want this? Do you feel like this is right for you? Just as Qui-Gon made sure Anakin knew being a Jedi was a hard choice, the Jedi want you to be sure, want you to feel called to this, because the Force exists, a mysterious destiny exists in this galaxy. It's still your choice, you have to have agency over your choices, it's not just, "What does the Force want?" but instead Sol asking, "What do you want, Osha?" The narrative is careful to point out Sol telling her about his own testing, that he knew he was different from his family, that he was scared at first, but it was clearly his choice. "But you must have the courage to say what you want." The Force called her here, the Force is something that exists within Star Wars and has a will of its own, and some people are not called to this particular path, I don't think Mae was ever meant to be a Jedi, she never wanted it, she never felt that pull. But Osha, like so many other Force-sensitive children tapping into this giant mystical energy field that has a destiny for you if you want it, they are pulled to it and the Jedi take such care with that. Some are meant to walk the Jedi path and some are not, that's something only each individual can figure out for themselves, and the Jedi do their best to honor both the Force's calling and the person's own choices. And if a child resists and pulls away, they let them go, it wasn't right, it wasn't meant for them. But when a young Force-sensitive is practically vibrating in place with how badly they clearly feel this is meant for them, that's something that exists as a thing that really does happen with the Force.

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DPxDC When You Are Suddenly Dating a Princess (pt. 2)

[<- part 1]

"What do you mean-" Jason starts, but the girl is already tapping her ear briefly - and only now does he notice a tiny comm there. Fuck, he should have known.

"Oscar? I changed my mind, I want to claim something," Jazz says easily, and, after a short pause, "A Tecpatl, the one with the owl. No, it's for personal reasons- You don't have to, but alright." She taps her ear again, and Jason can't help but ask:

"Who's Oscar?" He is not jealous. He is just insanely curious and very confused.

"My bodyguard," Jazz rolls her eyes, "At least he thinks he is. I'd say he is more of a secretary."

That doesn't really explain anything. It actually just adds even more questions - what kind of a magic user needs a bodyguard? or a secretary, for that matter? - but Jason keeps them to himself for now. He is... kind of intrigued now. Jazz said 'claim', not 'buy'. Which might be just a weird word choice, but somehow, Jason thinks it was deliberate.

A bald, black-skinned guy in a black suit and sunglasses - which, seriously, how does he even see a thing in here with those on - makes his way through the crowd and stops in front of Jazz, nodding slightly to her.

"Lady Phantom, I understand you want to make an impression, but using your status for personal matters-"

"Did I ask for your opinion, Oscar?" Jazz's voice doesn't change. It's still pleasant and sweet, and she is still smiling, if just a bit, but there's an unmistakable steel edge to her tone now. Jason feels a light shiver run down his spine. He's seen Jazz in a lot of different situations and circumstances; he's seen her get mad at a librarian who banned some controversial books in the public library, and he's seen her skillfully take down an armed robbery in a shop all by herself, and he's even seen her successfully stare down Killer Croc on one occasion.

Yet, he's never seen her like this, with her chin raised up high and radiating authority like she is the most powerful person in the room.

Also, Lady Phantom?..

"No," Oscar admits after a pause and presses his lips together, "But the Council of Ancients will not be pleased."

"Council of Ancients couldn't care less even if I declared war," Jazz brushes the comment off, and Jason's levels of confusion are growing higher and higher with every word they exchange. Oscar sighs and finally complies:

"Very well, then," he breathes out with a sense of surrender, and then turns his head to Jason just slightly, "Is this an urgent matter, or should I go talk to the auctioneer and the sellers?"

Jazz looks to Jason, raising her eyebrows in question. And, technically, it's not that much of a time crunch now since Jason doesn't have to try and sneak through the security or wait for the auction to start officially. But he feels a bit petty. Also, this man was questioning his girlfriend, which is offensive on many levels in Jason's opinion.

So, he nods, "Urgent."

Oscar's face doesn't change one bit, but Jason has plenty of experience with emotionally inept men who look like they are eternally constipated. He can see the traces of exasperation in Oscar's shoulders.

"Follow me, then," he tells them both, and turns around, headed to the back of the auction rooms. There's security there, but Oscar only shows them some kind of a badge, and they step aside, letting the three of them through. As far as Jason knows, no FBI or CIA agents should have that kind of clearance.

Which finally prompts him to ask the most important question as soon as the doors behind them close and it's only them three going through an empty hallway.

"Who are you?" He asks Jazz, who is still keeping her hand on his elbow. The girl hums, not looking at him, and keeps walking after Oscar.

"Jasmine Fenton," she answers, and, yes, he knows that much. He's seen the files Bruce has on her, but at this point, he is not even sure how much of the info in there was actually true.

"You are in the presence of Jasmine Fenton, Lady of the House Phantom, Princess of Infinite Realms and sister to a King," Oscar supplies, and his voice is... a bit petty. Like he knows Jazz didn't want him to say anything, but he still did just because he could.

Jazz huffs and rolls her eyes, "Yes, that, too."

Jason blinks.

He's heard about Infinite Realms. Mostly rumors through the grapevine of Leaguers, but also from Diana personally - he remembers her saying she is glad about having a truce with them. He didn't listen much since she explained it as the Underworld, the Land of the Dead, so he thought she was talking about some mythology shit. Turns out it wasn't.

But there's a more important thing.

"I'm dating a princess," he says to no one in particular as they come to a stop in front of one of the doors.

"Technically, you'll be treated as my consort if you ever decide to visit," Jazz admits, and Jason is officially out of surprised responses. There's only a limited amount of bafflement he can feel in a day, and he has exhausted the resources.

He is a royal consort of the Underworld princess. Sure, why not.

The room they step into after Oscar puts in some code into the lock is filled with boxes, packages, and crates. Jason looks around - sure, he knew all the prettily displayed artifacts back in the auction room were only replicas, but he didn't expect the originals to be literally just stacked in piles in the back room. Yet, here they are.

Oscar looks around the room and confidently makes his way to one of the shelves on the side, quickly going through the labels on the containers.

"Do you have, like, a crown?" Jason asks because he sucks at small talk. Also because he doesn't know what else he is supposed to ask in this kind of situation. Jazz snorts and leans to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Not really. Danny has one, and it looks absolutely badass, with flames on top of it, like the ones you would see in cartoons. I have some tiaras and stuff, but they are just jewelry," she explains, and Jason nods sagely. Just jewelry, alright. Seems like he is simply destined to be surrounded by rich people from all sides.

"How about a castle?"

This gets a sigh out of Jazz, "We used Pariah's - that's the previous King - old one for the coronation ceremony, but mostly, it's just for storage. Both Danny and I live on Earth, and Dani, our little sister, travels a lot. So, I do, and I don't at the same time."

"What about-" Jason starts, but he is cut off by Oscar all but shoving a small box in his hands, "Oh. Do I-" he turns to his girlfriend awkwardly, "Do I have to pay you for it or..."

"No, it's from a dead civilization," she raises her head back and shakes it slightly, but after seeing Jason's frown, she elaborates, "I'm the Princess of the Dead. I can officially claim anything that belongs to the dead as mine."

"It's a law that is supposed to resolve any possible conflicts between the denizens of Infinite Realms and the living," Oscar supplies, his voice disapproving. Alright, makes sense why he said it was not for personal matters, then. Not that it's going to stop Jason, though.

"Like, anything?" He punctuates, and Jazz tilts her head, a sly smile on her lips.

"Sure."

"Lady Phantom," Oscar sighs, tired and chastising, but Jason doesn't plan on robbing the auction. At least not robbing it any more than they already did.

He has a different idea.

"Can you ask Batman for the Robin's suit he has in his cave?"

Jazz blinks, and then her smile turns into a full-on grin.

"Of course."

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