#spirit that haunts

[foxmulderautism]

TODAY I DIED AND WENT TO AUTISTIC WRITER HEAVEN!!!!!! went to a hydrotherapy pool for work like wow this would be so cool if i had a character who loved swimming and was really good at it and also benefitted from hydrotherapy as treatment for his chronic illness and also has done work as a lifeguard and swim lessons all culminating to swimming and swimming pools as a major part of his story both on a character level but also a thematic level because his story deals with ideas of the body + being aware of your body in relation to the world (think about the sensation of body surrounded by water reinforcing that you have a live body) combined with sickness and ideas of “cleanliness” can a body be clean does a body need to be cleansed? wouldn’t that be so cool if i had a character like that WELL I DO!!! HIS NAME IS BOBBY HIS NOVELLA IS LITERALLY CALLED CHLORINE AND BROTHER I BREATHED IN THE CHLORINE

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Danny was enjoying himself. His new haunt was suprisingly spacious and came with lots of charges who needed protection and care.

The old butler guy, Alfred, seemed to at least have an idea of what was going on. He had been making extra food lately and leaving it out for Danny to eat in a secluded area. Danny always made sure to turn the plate invisible and sneak it back to his hidden passage panic room before he started eating.

In return, Danny made sure to do lots of chores around the manor. Intangibility and wind manipulation made dusting super easy if you knew how to use it right.

Danny also took his job as a guardian spirit seriously. He overheard the bats fighting about not wanting to be coddled on patrol and decided it was best to let them handle themselves outside of the manor. Danny himself hated when people stuck thier noses into his business.

Jazz had screwed him over countless times with her good intentions.

But the manor was different. This was his new haunt after his old one kicked him out. This family had invited him in whether they knew it or not. Also, since the Fentons and GIW don't exist in this world, they'd have a hell of a time kicking him out.

It's best not to let it come to that. So Danny had to make these people love him the way Amity Park never did.

The Wayne's however are rather dense. You would think them being the worlds greatest detectives would mean something, but they kept silently blaming each other for things happening around the manor until they couldn't.

A book being put away when they were done with it or their messes being cleaned up when they came back into a room could be easily explained by how many people lived there. The family entering the dining room, discussing what they were going to order for dinner since Alfred was gone for a week only to find a full meal waiting for them on the diner table? They couldn't brush that off.

None of them could cook.

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When Darkness Falls, painting by Gloomy Grove

This artist on Instagram

[dcxdpdabbles]

Alfred: Young Master?

Bruce: Yes?

Alfred: Who is that? *points to Danny staring from the dark corner of Bruce's room*

Bruce: You can see him too!?

Alfred:.....I'm afraid to ask this, but what do you mean by that Young Master?

Bruce: I found him standing in the school's gym showers, the one rumored to be haunted, and he just started following me around when we made eye contact. No one else can see him, though, so I've been ignoring him.

Alfred: I do not like that. How long ago was this?

Bruce: I think about a month now.

Alfred: You were seeing a person no one else could see that was following you around and didn't tell anyone?

Bruce: Of course not. That's how you get a free room in Arkham.

Alfred: Touche. Has he spoken to you?

Bruce: Sometimes. He whispers really low and fast, so I can't really hear him. He prefers to stare mostly. Every once in a while he likes to cuddle.

Alfred: I really don't like that last part. He can touch you?

Bruce: He likes to hold onto me when I sleep. He'll hold my hand on a regular night, but whenever I have nightmares, he climbs into my bed and hug me.

Alfred: I thought you were ignoring him?

Bruce: I don't acknowledge him pass a nod. I haven't even given him a name.

Danny appearing by Bruce side in a blur: *low fast paced whispers that sound like hisses*

Bruce not even looking at him: He's pretty though, don't you think?

Alfred: Frankly, Master Bruce, I think we need to call a priest.

Bruce: But who will hold me when I have nightmares?

Danny has never once blinked since meeting Bruce: *Leans on Bruce with a purr*

Alfred: I need to retire.

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doodles from the last few months

[alicent-archive]

Aegon being like "'we should've taken Harrenhal, WHY aren't we taking Harrenhal!?" and Larys cutting in and being like "girl please be serious my castle is so incredibly derelict and haunted you'd be insane to want to go anywhere NEAR it" was so incredibly funny.

[caleod]

26-10-24 "Camera"

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[makiswirl]

in reference to my last reblog. what do you call this subgenre of 70s-80s manga protag

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"Ascend" by Dream in Ether

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Art by Serafino Macchiati (1861-1916)

[mipmoth]

HES LOSING BAD. embarrassingly bad so might as well throw his dignity out the window

[cherryfemm]

This the typa shit they be serving in the creepateria

[ex0skeletal-undead]

by Babs Webb on Instagram

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[cartoonico]

Help! So I was commenting on a Splatoon clip tweet and downloaded this image for my comment.

But when I uploaded it, the ghosts of Callie and Marie appeared 💀💀💀💀