#paulina has claws instead of nails

[little-pondhead]

Okay so I know you said you don't want Jazz to have any major abilities like mind control, but what about a passive one? My idea is that she could actually subconsciously influence the feelings or restraint of the people around her. It could even be an ability she has at home that she just never noticed. Her parents have their own immunity to it thanks to all the ectoplasmic exposure, but it's helped a couple times with convincing teachers to look the other way for her brother. Clockwork tells her about it when they go to the DCU, so she has the perfect opportunity to practice using it consciously by causing riots via hundreds of people's misplaced aggression (which helps her get her own anger and stress out too).

Actually, that's a really good idea! Passive abilities in the DP characters could be fun to explore and possibly put a hitch in their plans if they have to work around it. I'm all for crack fics where one side is completely blindsided over and over again, but if someone wanted to make it a little more serious, factoring in possible passive abilities can lead to moments where the superheroes actually have a chance at catching/defeating Fenton and the others if they manage to find out about those abilities and use it to their advantage.

As you said, Jazz seems like the best candidate for this; she could be the force that gets the ball rolling. Because if Jazz has passive supernatural abilities, then what are the chances Danny and the others have some too? After all, they've been exposed to ectoplasm more than Jazz, and she was never tangled up with a ghost for a long time. (Right? It's been a while since I've watched the show. I don't think she was possessed for a super long time by a powerful ghost or anything.) Or maybe she developed that passive talent as a defense against the more powerful ghosts, and the others don't have that kind of ability at all.

Emotional manipulation is a scary ability, after all; maybe Clockwork allowed her to join Danny for the sake of refining her power.

[swifty-fox]

I just wanted to second the love song from a dog anon, I’ve been enjoying it sososososo much (along with absolutely everything you write!!) and the newest chapter was so lovely! Very excited to read the James arc coming up mwah!

auighh you all rock. It's just such a stickier au than my other fics. So much time and thought and probably the most analyzing their characters out of anything so I want people to approve!

have some John psychosexualing himself into not being Gay (and failing)

Eunice is a good girl and even better wasn’t a silly girl. She knew the exact shape of what was on the table and didn’t ask for an inch more. She’s filled out more, wide at the hips and at the shoulders in a way that would be perfect to grip. She’s sitting with her legs crossed and he can make out the wide curve of one thigh sat atop the other. Her hair, dark red, curled over one shoulder in a half-up half-down do that was popular lately. She was entirely different from the tall, slim, blue-eyed Paulina.

John throws her a wink. 

Gale comes up beside him and John throws an arm around his shoulder like nothing’s ever changed. Holds out a ginger beer like Curt used to and introduces Gale to his friends. 

“Buck here’s landed a B-17 with no engines,” John brags, because how many times has he introduced Gale in such a format before? “Boy’s over there called him No-Engine Cleven.” 

He watches Eunices eyes tear from him over to Gale, intent parking anew and he squashes the sudden flare of jealousy. No way was he about to lose the final step in his three part plan to be his old self to a guy who didn’t even like snatch. 

“Engaged to be married though, Sorry Eunice,” John tugs Gale that much closer, “You’ll have to find another Soldierboy to sink your claws into.”

She shakes Gale’s hand instead, who was gentlemanly as ever, and flips her hair at John in a silent tease and he bares his teeth at her in a smile.

“Don’t be sore just ‘cause you never managed to slip those creeping fingers up my skirt in high school.”

There’s the thrum of excitement he’s looking for. Licks at the back of his ear and creeps sickly nails down his spine. John sets his hands to his hips, flexing his shoulders just to feel the broad stretch of them and shows his teeth right back.

“What makes you think I was trying, sweetheart?”

He’s got her back now, eyes off of Gale and back onto more suitable quarry, she leans forward on her perch, plump lips twisting with amusement. They’re painted red. Turned wine-dark by the night and the bottom curve of them is almost as wide and pillowy as Gale’s.