#so we force bromigo

[babymorte]

so im gonna finally hit max p tonight which means i can finally start working on the zomboid easter egg grind and i keep sending reels on how to do all the easter eggs and strays and stuff to bromigo cuz im forcing him to help me but i realised i sent like 30 reels last night and i don’t know why he still talks to me 😂

[real-total-drama-takes]

NOT A TAKE!!!

(aleduncan oneshot incoming)

Duncan stumbled into Alejandro's arms.

"Wh- Hey, what the-" He sputtered as the plane hit a particularly bad patch of turbulence, throwing off his balance and making him lurch straight into Alejandro's chest, who caught him by the underarms.

"Woah there, bromigo."

There was that voice again. Duncan hated it. There was no way he talked like that naturally. It was too silky and meticulously crafted to be true. As many things were with Alejandro, it was all just an act.

"Put me down, you-" He stopped himself before he cursed. Alejandro flashed him a charming smirk as he put a hand to his chest and pushed him back into place. It was forceful, almost commanding.

Alejandro tilted his head. "What was that about?"

"I could've sworn I locked it. I... sorry."

Why was he apologizing? What did he do? Duncan would never admit this, of course, but he was actually kind of an awkward person when it came down to it. And something about Alejandro just intensified that feeling tenfold. He almost felt the same way he did when he met Courtney - confused, flustered and completely taken out of his element.

"Eh, accidents happen." Alejandro's dark, fierce eyes flitted to the door, fumbling with the lock for a moment. "Seems to be working fine."

Dark. Fierce. It was strange, because Duncan would never use two adjectives in a row to describe Courtney's eyes.

Why did he keep comparing Alejandro to Courtney?

That was besides the point. The point was, he was alone in the confessional with the new guy. He didn't really know what that meant. But it was something. It was happening.

Alejandro was the guy that Courtney so desperately wanted him to be. And the weird part was that Duncan couldn't tell if he wanted to be Alejandro or what.

"So, are you just gonna... sit there?" Duncan asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Oh, sorry-" Alejandro started. Duncan cut him off.

"'Cause it's not like I'd mind or anything if you did. We could just..."

He let the sentence linger for a moment.

Alejandro looked intrigued now.

"You... you do know that sounds kind of suggestive, right?" He said, smiling a little.

"I- As if I'd ever kiss you, Alejerkoff."

A beat of silence.

"Oh really?" Alejandro made eye contact with him. Dark. Fierce.

There was something indescribable between them at that moment. Duncan felt tiny electric shocks under his skin, almost like television static. He felt like he was... he felt like he did when he kissed Courtney. For the first time.

Duncan saw an opportunity.

He kissed Alejandro.

It wasn't rough or biting like both people involved usually were. It was tender. Almost soft. Alejandro had cold hands that cupped Duncan's cheek and shocked him into place. He felt his lips, cool like the edge of a mountain top. There were no flashing lights there. Nobody was watching. It was a quiet, starlit moment shared by two lonely kids looking for something to cling to.

They'd finally found it.

Duncan wasn't sure what would happen next when their mouths parted. He didn't know where this would lead, if it would last, if they'd ever talk about it again. But he didn't have much time to think about that.

"...Wow. Okay." He said quietly. He had no idea what you were supposed to say after you kissed someone. Which was weird, considering how many times he'd kissed Courtney. But none of those kisses ever felt anything like this.

Surprising both of them, Alejandro leaned back in.

He closed his eyes.

And that was his fatal mistake. He knew that as he heard the door to the confessional swing open.

It quickly closed before either of them knew who their witness was.

"Shit." Alejandro whispered, which could've referred to a whole myriad of the problems that being caught kissing Duncan would cause. "Duncan, get out."

Duncan got out.

[yanxidarlings]

YANDERE POLY BROMIGOS HEADCANONS (ftwd)

because i took a break from ftwd at season 3 and i'm not confident enough to write for twd yet but i want angst and misery and want i it now

to refresh your memory the "bromigos" are brandon's group (brandon luke, derek, james mcallister, chris manawa) from season 2 that got chris killed. What can I say I like POS minor characters 🤡

BUT let's just say, hypothetically, instead of putting James down, they chuck him in the back of the truck and jus say "if he bleeds out he bleeds out if he doesn't he doesn't", but chris still crashes the truck and darling is there to prevent everyone's deaths 😮

• maybe the darling had followed travis and chris from madison's group or maybe they were apart of brandon's group. heck, they could even have been staying with the mexican guy at the farm. either way, they convince the others to spare the bullet and let nature take it's course with james.

• so the group packs up the truck and sets off. eventually chris gets his turn driving and that's when it all goes to shit. the vehicle smashes in a tree, flipping on it's side in the process, brandon and derek get out with pretty minor injuries, cuts to the head and a sprained wrist.

• james and chris on the other hand are doing pretty bad. on with shards of glass in his leg and the bone sticking out, the other with his gunshot wound worsened by the impact. the darling came out with a small concussion, having been in the back with james.

"look at them!, they're as good as dead. they'll be nothing but extra weight on us" brandon pointed his shotgun at james's head, ignoring the others plea's for mercy. m/n shot the other a sharp glare, raising his brows "oh. i get it" he sighed, lowering his pistol, "so if you were also injured you would hold up the same principle?"

"i'm not injured and since when have you been in char-" BANG. before brandon could finish his sentance, a loud crack sounded. and he was on the ground, his calf now covered in blood. "what the fuck man" "oh look there, derek, he's deadweight now, should we put him down?" m/n quipped, turning towards the only other uninjured member of the group, who was staring at him wide-eyed.

• shooting brandon might not have been the best decision in the long run, as walkers were slowly making their way towards the scene. derek was forced to help james and brandon hobble their way back to the farm - or the closest functioning vehicle. whilst m/n found a piece of tarp and dragged chris along on it.

• out of all of them, brandon hated m/n the most. who does he think he is? but he was also kind of weirdly attracted to the guy. if they weren't in the middle of an apocalypse he'd never even consider what he was nor would he find another male attractive. he'd used to make fun of the gay kids in highschool!

• but it's not like there are many options these days. at some point he tells the reader this, but all that came out of it was a concussion from the slap he received.

• his growing fondness evolved into obsession as the weeks go by and he begins to realise how much of an asset to the group the reader really is. he's the kind of person that would survive and thrive in this world, so much so that other survivors are going to want to steal him away from the group. like hell brandons going to let that happen.

• he used to think the other three were a bunch of gay sissy's, but now he too constantly grills the reader when he tries to go on runs, spends too much time alone or interacts with another survivor.

• after the whole crash fiasco, derek is straight up terrified of m/n. and is of the belief that he would belong in a mental hospital if society hadn't collapsed. as the only other uninjured member of the group, he's forced to take up alot of the slack. he goes on runs with and helps m/n secure the farm, he believes he's much closer to the reader because of this. which is what kickstarts his obsession.

• derek is under the belief that he's m/n's favourite of the group, otherwise he would have shot him as well, right? he does some mental gymnastics which arrive him at the assumption that m/n is definitely into him.

• wouldn't usually be his thing but nor would shooting people. the apocalypse changes you. so he kinda just starts.. acting like he's much closer to the reader than he actually is. mf takes his shirt off whilst on a run, thinking he's doing m/n a service.

• "put a shirt on" "it's boiling out here bro" "you might as well write walker bait on there"

• honestly james was into m/n after one look. it only got worse when he was saved from being put down twice. like derek he is fully under the impression that the reader is into him. but is much less subtle (if you could call derek's approach subtle).

• whenever m/n is attending to his wound, james is shamelessly flirting. and then he wonders why the reader is being less gentle when reapplying the gauze. he exaggerates his condition to the reader and is constantly demanding something "you couldn't look for something to drink when your out there? i'd share some with you ;)"

• when his injury starts to heal he only comes on more strong; unprompted 'bro hugs' (m/n could probably press charges), jumping on m/n during the middle of the night (and getting mistaken for a walker 😵), 'sharing' a piece of chocolate m/n brought him (the busted lip took two weeks to heal)

• but he takes it all in relative stride, and thinks m/n has some underlying psychological issues that need to be addressed.

• chris thinks m/n should have just killed the other three so it could just be the two of them. he hates sharing the readers attention with literally anything and anyone. but he's not exactly in a position to get rid of them, as the most injured out of the bunch.

• whilst he starts off as just possessive, as he gets more mobile and more obsessed with the darling, he becomes overwhelmingly violent. towards the others, towards the darling. he can't stand being rejected, and whilst the other three kind of just laugh the readers blatant disgust with their advances off, chris won't stand for it.

• "do you think your better than me?" chris jumps to the worst conclusions when m/n won't lay next to him, ect. you're planning on abandoning me just like my dad did, you're just using me to find your family, you're a sadistic piece of shit. he swings between shyly and violently affectionate, leaving m/n on the edge.

• out of all of them, chris is the quickest to go full-blown yandere. like brandon he becomes abhorrently possessive of m/n, knowing that there are probably better options out there for him.

• the only thing that keeps them, or chris and brandon, from killing everyone else in the group, is the knowledge that they have an advantage in numbers. brandon is well aware m/n could probably kill him 1 v 1 but 4 v 1 and m/n's chances of escaping are pretty slim.

• but just because they have silently agreed not to kill each other does not mean they have an active agreement. sure if they catch m/n trying to escape they'll break his arm but does anyone have a specific day they get to spend with him and is there any official relationship between m/n and any of them? not that m/n knows of.

• but it's not like any of them take no for an answer, no matter how many times they come onto him and get wrecked rejected they just go back stronger the next time. as a bunch of hormonal young men in the middle of mexico with no one else in sight the reader is kind of fucked here.

• now is the reader in any particular danger with this group? just a lil bit. nowhere near as much as other survivors they come across are. doesn't matter if m/n is compassionate and offers to take them in, he'll find them as walkers in the barn the next day.

• BUT on the brightside when it comes to decision making for the groups well being, you, dear reader, have the final say. they reluctantly recognise that they owe their livelihood to the reader for knowing a questionable amount of survival knowledge.

[askthemadhatter]

Not to be tooo on the nosey, but did you ever have a favorite toy growing up? Moreover, do you still own that enchanting little rabbit "futuremrsjervistetch" gave you so many months ago? I'm just a little curious heheheh -😃

JUDITH: Oh, he was more partial to building things with his Lincoln Logs. Making things like ranches and wild west towns– playing with his plastic horses. Jervis watched a lot of spaghetti westerns as a boy on the telly, I… I suppose that’s where his dreams of moving to the Colonies must have started.

Outside of that, he would sometimes be invited over to the neighbor girl’s house. Little Carol Corbyn. She would get Jervis to have tea parties and play dress up– Oh… Oh we should have stopped him then! Maybe we could have–

DWIGHT: Alright, that’s ENOUGH. You’re upsetting your mother. Don’t you think we’re DONE being forced to play your games, boy?

JUDITH: Button…

DWIGHT: Don’t you ‘button’ me, Judith! We’re DONE. Turn off that bloody camera, Jervis, or so help me–

KRRRRRKRRK

[Big thanks to @micaxiii for helping out with inking for these panels. You helped Snark cut down on stress. Much love, bromigo.💛 ]

[goliath-de-senfina-sango]

Local Teen Shows Parents Why He Needs This Paranormal Weapon, Boy Possibly Hallucinating or Psychic, Children Risk Lives to Save Lives and Bicker About Responsiblity, Boy Silently Ponders if Magick Food Counts as Drug

When Tucker got home, his parents fussed over him, scolded him for not telling them that he was fighting ghosts that came after him and Danny, and made sure that he kept as off his leg as possible.

"You let me keep my bow and arrows!  I can do more damage to a human being with those than I can with this ecto pistol.  And I'm a great shot!"

"Does it have a safety?  Magazines to remove?"  Mom wasn't letting up on him for even a moment.  She examined the gun from every angle before looking back at Tucker.  

"Yes and no, respectively.  The safety is currently on; it's right here but don't turn that off.  What if I showed you how good a shot with this I am?"

Tucker's Dad, Maurice, heaved a sigh.  "We let you keep the bow and arrows only after you proved you could handle having free access to them.  This is… something."

"I'll set up the target, and you show me that you can reasonably use this without hurting yourself.  Then, maybe, you can keep it."  Mom put her hands on her hips.  "You best not let any police officer catch you wielding this potentially deadly weapon."

"Understood!"  Tucker saluted, heaving a tired sigh when his parents left to set up the target.   Pulling out his PDA, Tucker typed into the schedule he was keeping for Danny, "Foley Shooting Range, hit the target." Setting that for 10 minutes, Tucker hopped his way to the kitchen and made himself a sandwich. 

Once the time came, Tucker was outside in his backyard, his archery targets set up for him to shoot at.  Leaning on his dad, Tucker raised his pistol and shot the targets one after the other.  All of them hit, even if he missed the bullseye.  He turned the safety back on and grinned.  "Se-"

Three loud blasts flew from above them and Tucker looked up to see Skulker scowling at the wrist not protruding a big fuck off plasma cannon.  From this angle, it looked almost like… it couldn’t be.  “Is that my PDA?!  I have 3 more payments on that!”  Tucker nearly raised his pistol but considered that his Mom and Dad were there, and while he pitied the fool that confronted Angela Foley, this was a fight his parents couldn’t help him with.  Nostrils flaring he glared up at Skulker with all the impotent rage he could muster and the robot flipped him off before flying away.  “This is why I need this pistol; hostile ghosts can only really be hurt by Fenton weaponry.”

His parents were a touch easier to convince of letting him keep the Ecto Pistol after that.  Tucker decided the best distractions were working on things, so he got to work on that A.I. and the car design.

Danny couldn't Not see it now and that was bothering him.  That extreme indigo-esque color that blanketed the second plane of reality like a contact lens was now just barely there Everywhere.  Danny could see and trace every electrical current around him, track his family by the individual aura each of them had, and if he actually tried to look on that second layer he could see threads binding them all together.  The strongest ones connecting to him lead to Jazz and off into the distance.  Probably to Sam and Tucker.

And so there Danny was, writing in his journal while everyone was at school for various reasons, and muttering to himself.   "The ultraviolet light is starting to seep into my everyday vision, though mirror checks show no actual visible signs unless I actively check.  Internet searches only call this whole aura thing The Sight, but unless I go out and look for naturally hidden ghosts and spirits, I can't be sure this is that.   Is it safe to bring up that I can see the incorporeal if this is the Sight?"  He tapped his cheek with the eraser of the mechanical pencil and hummed.  "Debatable, consider later.  Leaning toward No.

"Pressing issue is Skulker; how to trap him is key.  He can't stand up to our bigger guns, that I'm sure of but we need to figure out how to out plan him."  Danny groaned and dug the heel of his palm into his eye and rubbed away the exhaustion.  "He can't attack me while I'm at home so this is both a safe zone and also an invalid area for the fight…"

Danny's phone rang and he nearly snapped his mechanical pencil in half.  Thankfully he only cracked it and set it down gently.  "Tucker, you nearly cost me another pencil."  Reclining, he laid his head on his pillow and stared up at the constellations he made with glow in the dark stickers.   "How's the leg and arm?"

"I'm not the source of your paranoia Danny, and you know it."  Tucker snorted and Danny could practically see him rolling his eyes. "Arm's fine, the leg is still sore.  How're you holdin up?"

"Lil freaked out cause I can see that whole uh second level of reality at all times now.  It's a good thing I like indigo and blue.  Also, I was able to calm Jazz down with that like, bond between us?  It was weird but it worked."

"As glad as I genuinely am about this progress we still need to figure out the issue of Skulker," Sam said.  Danny checked the time to see it was lunchtime.  "One of us is gonna get killed, probably Danny, if we don't do something."

"I feel like I've noticed something weird about Skulker," Tucker said.  "He could've shot a tranquilizer dart at all three of us on the way to school, or even just Danny before he met up with us, and be done with it.  Instead, he sent a monster after us after we got around his trap."

Danny hummed, eyes narrowing.  "Sam, what kind of animals did Grovsner kill in life?"

"The rare and about to go extinct kind," Sam growled.

"That's not what I meant, Sam.  You said he died killing the last female purple back gorilla, right?  What else did he go after?  Did he have like, partners or…"

"No, actually.  He always did his hunts solo, went after things like Cape Buffalo, Saltwater Crocodiles, endangered species of squid, sharks, other stuff like that."  Sam took a few moments to breathe and stop herself from punching something, likely because Danny wasn't there to punch, and shortly asked, "why?"

"So he only went after dangerous animals alongside rare, showed off everything he caught if his behavior in death is the same as in life, and doesn't just Get It Over With no matter his opportunity to."  Danny sat up, eyes wide.   "Guys.  He's not obsessed with being a hunter.  He's obsessed with being seen as Strong!"

"Alright, question: what does obsession have to do with it?"

"C' mon Tuck, you've heard mom and dad rant and ramble.  A ghost's form is informed by their self-image in life and they act primarily on their obsession.  Agatha is obsessed with food, Skulker is obsessed with being seen as strong."  Danny felt himself grinning wickedly and got up to pace.  "But he's Not."

"Seemed pretty strong to me when he blew a hole in the observation tower, Danny."  Tucker huffed.  A pause.  "Wait a minute: is he, in fact, a robot?"

Danny hummed.  Closing his eyes, he focused on the hum of energy inside of him just past a layer of cold quiet, and visualized it spreading throughout his body.  He could feel it tingling under his skin and could see it clearly, a vibrant green light that pushed steadily up to the surface of his skin and then out, blanketing over the room.  For a moment, Danny's brain stuttered at the sensations it was forced to process, but he pushed on and reached out over the whole of his room.  There!  Getting up, Danny grabbed the metal panel that'd come off of Skulker when his mom shot him.  It was sparking, wires exposed, a few buttons here and there with no discernible purpose at first glance.  But the important thing was that it was still There.  "No.  If the robot was the ghost himself then any pieces that flew off would dissolve into ectoplasmic mist or goop.  This bit is still here.  Which means he's not strong enough to go after anything on his own."  Danny squeezed, hissing when the wires sparked threateningly and tossed it on his desk.

"Sam," Tucker said, "you're filthy fuckin rich, right?"

"That is correct, Tucker, why?"

"So you own that zoo, right?  That's how we got in at night?"

"… perhaps."

"Which means we can get back in, and set up a trap for Skulker, right?" Danny laughed and flopped into his chair.  

"Tucker, you genius.  But how are we gonna get him there?"

"Yesterday my parents were freakin out over everything and threatening to take my pistol away, blah blah, safety, all that junk.”  Danny rolled his eyes, struggling to see the Foley’s point there.  Danny had been trained to safely fire a gun as early as 11, hell he’d learned how to build one by then!  Tucker could aim.

“You’re an archer.  You have like, a quiver full of arrows and a bow in your home.  What’s the difference?”

“I know that’s what I said!  But anyway I convinced them to let me prove I could use it properly and know to put the safety back on afterward and I slipped into your schedule, which is linked between my PDAs by the way, to hit the bullseyes in the Foley Target Range.  Guess who showed up at the exact time I scheduled that for.”

Danny’s eyes widened and his grin turned vicious as Sam asked, “Does this have to do with your missing PDA?”

“I think I saw it on his arm where Dr. Fenton had shot that panel thing off.  He flipped me off and flew away but fuck, man, I’m glad he showed up.  Means I can figure out his suit once all of this is over!”

“Sounds good Tuck.  Hey, do you mind if I finish up our hoverboard?  I have a feeling it’ll be useful.”

“Danny, bromigo, I beg of you: go do that right now.  I have a plan, and the Nav Ai is almost done.”

Getting into the Zoo was easy.  Sam got them in with access codes she had simply from being the owner, and they set up near the purple-backed gorilla habitat.  “You know, Sam, if you’re so concerned about Sampson you can just order better conditions to be built for him.”  Danny felt it needed to be said.  She hadn't stopped ranting about Sampson in between all the planning, along with all the other animals she was technically in charge of.  "This is your place, you can manage it how you want."

"Danny now is not the time for wisdom.  Now is the time for taking down robotic assholes.  Is your ectorifle charged up?"

"I sang it a battle hymn and it hummed to me of wars long and hard fought."  Danny snorted at the dumbfounded looks on his friends' faces.  "Yeah, I got it charged up guys, I just had to get into the armory for a little bit and Mom and Dad have been out patrolling with their ghost radar thing."  Danny pulled out the rifle and checked it over one last time while Sam and Tucker set up around the cage, a large gorilla costume being pulled out of Tucker's stolen jacket pocket.  "I still want that back after all of this is done."

"Make me one of my own and I'll definitely give you this one back, yes.  That is a thing that will happen."  Tucker giggled and Sam rolled her eyes.

"C' mon guys, we have no idea when Skulker is gonna strike nex-"

An explosion shook the ground between the trio, knocking them all back, and forcing them to cover their eyes to block out flying shards of concrete.  When they opened them, the robotic poacher stood before them, toxic green mohawk of fire casting odd shadows over his faceplate and highlighting his predatory grin.

"You certainly know now, don't you girl?"  Skulker raised his arm and the hand cannon that Tucker had described unfolded from a panel on his wrist.  Before the charge up whine could reach its crescendo, a bolt of green plasma flew into Skulker's back and knocked him forward,  burning a fist-sized hole in his back.  Skulker turned to Danny with those fiery green eyes and a growl in his chest, firing his cannon at Danny instead.  "That's the spirit!  The kind of fight I've wanted in my prey for so long!"

Danny, filled with the writhing void that boiled with thousands upon billions of stars, took to the air a second too late and was knocked back on his ass.   As he stumbled back up, Danny saw a flash of green and growled as Skulker turned a crossbow that emerged from his shoulder and fired back at Sam.  Lunging with every ounce of speed he had in him, Danny only managed to get the bolt torn through his side while it grazed Sam's shoulder.

"Truly, I am disappointed; I expected a greater fight from you, ghost boy!  Regardless, you shall look nice in your cage back on my island."  Skulker stomped over and reached down to grab Danny by the throat and lifted him into the air triumphantly.  "Truly, I am the greatest hunter in the Ethereal Plane!"  Danny's ears were ringing, he was bleeding, and the sharp pain spread itself to every nerve in his semi-corporeal body.  He laughed, hands grasping at the steel of Skulker's arm.  "Why do you laugh, boy?  You are defeated!"

"You're not even the best hunter in this zoo.  Hell, you're not even a good hunter ghost in the first place.  Just a sad little man who wanted to look big in life and couldn't help trying to do it again in death."  White hot pain blossomed across his face when Skulker slapped him and Danny spat out some dark brown blood as the ringing set in his ear.  "Can't even tell a hologram from a person."

Skulker stared at him for a long moment, silent and motionless, before his grip went slack and his mohawk died out.  Danny floated backward from the suit and picked up his rifle, offering a salute to the sky, from which Tucker descended with his belly on the hoverboard.  "You are being evicted from your mecha, repeat, your mech suit is being towed."  Tucker punched a command into his PDA, and Skulker's chest plate unfolded, ripping open the shirt to reveal a compartment holding a tiny bipedal blob.  An ameba that could fit in Danny's hand with eyes, a mouth, and limbs. 

"Release- release me whelp!  I shall have your head mounted on my bedroom wall and your pelt made into a rug!"   Danny snatched it out of the suit and glared down at Grovsner with all the malice he was physically capable of feeling.  A growl rumbled in Danny's chest and out of his mouth and he squeezed.  "Alright alright, suck me up into your little soup can and-"

"You pathetic, arrogant, vile little ameba!  You nearly killed Tucker and Sam!  You electrocuted me!  You put the lives of everyone at my school at risk!  And for what?  To show me off in a cage to everyone at the fucking afterlife Christmas party?"  Danny pressed the barrel of his rifle against Grovsner's entire body, pinning him to his hand.  Then the shadows bent around the source of Danny's fury and gravity itself bound Grovsner in place, allowing for a much cleaner shot.  "For everything you did in life and everything you've done to me and my family, I hope it takes you a long ass time to pull yourself back together from this."  And then Danny pulled the trigger, and Skulker was turned into a splattering of toxic exotic matter that evaporated before their eyes.

Tucker, now sitting up on the longboard shaped hoverboard, was staring at Danny right beside Sam, the two of them agape.  Danny could see in their green and golden auras something less than pleasant mixed with relief.  It was silent for a few beats too long and Danny awkwardly slid his rifle back into his pocket.  "Dude, you have fucking fangs, they look so badass!"

"What?"  Danny blinked a couple of times when Sam raised her camera and took a picture, frowning at his friends when he could see properly.  "Did you say I have fangs?"

Sam showed him the picture and yep.  His canines were longer and sharper than they should've been, gleaming in the light cast by the flash and his eyes.  "They're tiny and adorable, and yet I'm jealous because if anyone should have fangs it should be me!"  Sam threw her hands into the air and groaned.  "It matches my aesthetic and I deserve to be a creature of the night!  You're not even mildly scary!"

"Alright, true, Danny's not intimidating enough for fangs," Tucker agreed, despite Danny's half-hearted disagreement.  "But still, they look good on him.  The gravity bending is pretty fucking cool though."

"Thanks, guys.  That means a lot."  Danny pulled both of his friends into a hug before letting out a loud his off pain because that hurt and he was still bleeding, right.  Reaching out to those silver threads that resonated with concern care fondness Love Danny drew that energy into his wound and let out a long sigh as the burning pain cooled down a bit and dulled into a throbbing ache.  "More manageable at least.  Here, allow me."  Placing a hand on Sam's cut shoulder, Danny concentrated on pouring out his own love affection soothing to Sam.  He watched as the energy flowed out and into the cut, stitching it mostly together until he could barely see it.  "You should probably be careful with that arm anyway.  I'm not exactly a doctor yet."

"You wouldn't be that kind of doctor anyway, Danny."  Sam gave him a hug again, ruffling his white fluffy curls.  "Can we go home now?  I'm exhausted, and I'm pretty sure you are too."

"I am, I very much am.  Tucker, I'm not bothering to ask for the board back.  It runs on solar energy so just head straight home with it, ok?  It'll be charged back up in the morning."

Tucker gave a thumbs up and slipped his helmet down properly, covering his face.  Standing up with the magnetic boots locked into place on the board, Tucker rose in a wake of neon blue light from beneath the board and took off with a loud cheer.  A whole day at Fentonworks was more than enough time to perfect an outfit, as far as Danny was concerned.

The ghost boy wrapped an arm around Sam's middle on his uninjured side and they took to the sky, soaring straight to her house.  Danny set Sam down on the balcony of her room and stuck his head in.  A whistle escaped him and he gave a thumbs up.  "Sam, one day we have got to hang out at your place."

"My folks aren't entirely jazzed with me hanging around you since you 'attract dangerous attention from monsters' so yes, you must come over and hang out with me.  And you must do it soon."  Sam ruffled his hair again and Danny huffed, pulling his hood over his head.  "You can't escape me and you know it!"

"We'll see about that," he laughed, sucking in a breath when he felt the laugh shake his side.  "Stop being funny."

"Unlike some people, it comes naturally to me."

"Rude."  Danny waved and backed up.  "Night Sam!"  Danny soared into the night sky and angled himself toward downtown.  Once he was as close to Agatha's place as he dared be, Danny set his feet down on the ground and let the world come back into focus, heat rushing into him.  Never before had he regretted a decision more than that one, and before he'd even hit the ground Danny was a ghost again.  "Owowowowowowow.  Pain, very much pain, I will not be doing that again."

Once the echoing waves of pain died down to a throbbing ache once more, Danny pulled himself into the air and slipped out of the way of every atom moving around him, letting it move through him and watching the world bleed into vague green shapes outlined in extreme indigo light.  "I doubt Agatha even minds if I go in there and no one ratted her out yet so I'm probably safe."

Poking his head through the wall, Danny looked around until he saw the only in focus sight near him.  Agatha floated in the kitchen, pulling the ether around her into her hands and molding it into food to wrap and put away in the fridge.  Danny floated over quietly and cleared his throat.  She spun around, eyes wide and Danny smiled.  "Hi there.  Sorry to uh interrupt but I may or may not be in need of giving that healing food thing a try.  Maybe it won't work on a human, but any extra energy will help I'm sure."

"Oh of course child!"  Agatha spun the indigo light into a sloppy joe and handed it to Danny, who immediately chowed down on it.  The best part of not needing to breathe as a ghost was that he had no reason to stop inhaling his food.  Agatha watched in anticipation as Danny focused on the layers upon layers of trilling harmonies, the ringing of countless bells that echoed within Danny's center of being, and felt his wound close up like Sam's had.  "Oh my."

"Thank you, so much."  He beamed up at the ghost and gave a thumbs up.  "I should be able to manage with this much myself.  Uh, Skulker will be gone for however long it takes for him to rebuild his body.  He did a lot of damage and I just.  Couldn't let it slide."

"I see," Agatha said, her gloved palms flat against each other.  "Well, I won't hold that against you dear, no one deserves to be hunted like an animal the way Skulker hunts his targets.  I'll ask that you not make a habit of that though, it gets you a reputation."  She wagged a finger and Danny nodded, feeling heavy.  "Now, head on home so that you can rest.  Food is important, but getting enough sleep is just as important after you do something as strenuous as fighting Skulker."

"I'll be sure to do that."  Danny smiled and waved, pulling himself back toward the wall.  "Have a nice night Ms. Reece."

"Have a good night Danny."