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bunnni-gutz Β· 1 year
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cursed ghost pics 🀭
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jujutsuaiko-ka Β· 2 months
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question for Junpei: how did you feel seeing Yuji again after years?
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𝕀π•₯ 𝕀𝕠𝕠π•₯𝕙𝕖𝕀 π•žπ•– π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ 𝕙𝕖 π•€π•¦π•£π•§π•šπ•§π•–π•• 𝕨𝕙𝕒π•₯ π•Šπ•¦π•œπ•¦π•Ÿπ•’ 𝕑𝕦π•₯ π•™π•šπ•ž π•₯π•™π•£π• π•¦π•˜π•™, 𝕓𝕦π•₯ 𝕒𝕝𝕀𝕠 𝕙𝕦𝕣π•₯𝕀 π•žπ•– π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ 𝕀 π•”π•’π•Ÿπ•Ÿπ• π•₯ 𝕕𝕠 π•žπ•¦π•”π•™ π•₯𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕑 π•™π•šπ•ž. 𝔸𝕗π•₯𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕙𝕖 π•₯π•£π•šπ•–π•• π•™π•–π•π•‘π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•žπ•– π•“π•’π•”π•œ π•₯π•™π•–π•Ÿβ€¦ π•’π•Ÿπ•• 𝕙𝕖 𝕀π•₯π•šπ•π• π•“π•π•’π•žπ•–π•• π•™π•šπ•žπ•€π•–π•π•— 𝕗𝕠𝕣 π•žπ•ͺ 𝕕𝕖𝕒π•₯𝕙, π•–π•§π•–π•Ÿ π•₯π•™π• π•¦π•˜π•™ π•šπ•₯ 𝕨𝕒𝕀 π•„π•’π•™π•šπ•₯𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕠 π•œπ•šπ•π•π•–π•• π•žπ•–.
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β„π•šπ•€ π•žπ•–π•žπ• π•£π•ͺ… 𝕨𝕒𝕀 π• π•Ÿπ•– 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕀π•₯π•£π• π•Ÿπ•˜π•–π•€π•₯ π•’π•Ÿπ•”π•™π• π•£π•€ 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕕 π• π•Ÿπ•”π•– π•žπ•ͺ π•”π• π•Ÿπ•€π•”π•šπ• π•¦π•€π•Ÿπ•–π•€π•€ 𝕣𝕖π•₯π•¦π•£π•Ÿπ•–π••. π”Όπ•§π•–π•Ÿ π•₯π•™π• π•¦π•˜π•™ 𝕨𝕖'𝕧𝕖 π•žπ•–π•₯ 𝕗𝕠𝕣 π• π•Ÿπ•π•ͺ 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕑𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕒π•ͺ𝕀, 𝕀 π•₯𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕀𝕦𝕣𝕖 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•“π• π•Ÿπ•• 𝕨𝕖 π•—π• π•£π•žπ•–π••.
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𝕀 π•’π••π•žπ•šπ•₯, 𝕀 π•”π• π•Ÿπ•—π•–π•€π•€π•–π•• π•₯𝕠 π•™π•šπ•ž π• π•Ÿπ•– 𝕕𝕒π•ͺ; π•Ÿπ• π•₯ π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕀 𝕀𝕦𝕣𝕖 π•₯𝕙𝕠𝕀𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 π•žπ•ͺ π•₯𝕣𝕦𝕖 π•—π•–π•–π•π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜π•€, 𝕓𝕦π•₯ 𝕒𝕗π•₯𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕠 π•žπ•¦π•”π•™ π•₯π•šπ•žπ•– '𝕒𝕔π•₯𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝π•ͺ π•Ÿπ• π•₯ π•—π•–π•–π•π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜', 𝕀 π•žπ•’π••π•– 𝕦𝕑 π•žπ•ͺ π•žπ•šπ•Ÿπ•• π•₯𝕠 π•Ÿπ• π•₯ π•“π•–π•”π• π•žπ•– π•šπ•Ÿπ••π•šπ•—π•—π•–π•£π•–π•Ÿπ•₯ π•’π•˜π•’π•šπ•Ÿ, π•₯𝕠 π•Ÿπ• π•₯ π•šπ•˜π•Ÿπ• π•£π•– π•₯𝕙𝕖𝕀𝕖 π•–π•žπ• π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿπ•€, 𝕒𝕀 π•‘π•’π•šπ•Ÿπ•—π•¦π• 𝕒𝕀 π•€π• π•žπ•– π•žπ•šπ•˜π•™π•₯ 𝕓𝕖.
π•†π•“π•§π•šπ• π•¦π•€π•π•ͺ, 𝕙𝕖 π•₯π•™π•’π•Ÿπ•œπ•–π•• π•žπ•– 𝕓𝕦π•₯ 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕛𝕖𝕔π•₯𝕖𝕕. 𝔽𝕠𝕣 π• π•“π•§π•šπ• π•¦π•€ π•£π•–π•’π•€π• π•Ÿπ•€β€¦ 𝕓𝕦π•₯ π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 π•œπ•Ÿπ• π•¨, 𝕀'π•ž 𝕀π•₯π•šπ•π• π•˜π•π•’π•• 𝕀 π•€π•’π•šπ•• π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯. 𝕀'π•ž π•˜π•π•’π•• π•₯𝕠 𝕓𝕖 π•“π•–π•€π•šπ••π•– π•™π•šπ•ž π•’π•˜π•’π•šπ•Ÿ, π•–π•§π•–π•Ÿ π•šπ•— 𝕀 π••π• π•Ÿ'π•₯ π•œπ•Ÿπ• π•¨ 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕠𝕨 π•π• π•Ÿπ•˜ π•₯π•™π•šπ•€ π•¨π•šπ•π• 𝕓𝕖.
Aww, that's so sweet...
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ladyknight33 Β· 3 months
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"Doomed to die by the one you love." Such a curse lingered on the subjected soul. If only Jack Lloyd had known his solitary position as the ancient lighthouse keeper placed him in the center of a paranormal mystery. Jack suddenly found himself lost among ghosts, witches, and psychics after one strange summer night under the Hungry Ghost Moon. All Jack had wanted was to find out who Captain M. Sosa was and lay those bones to rest. He now had a curse to break.
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wombywoo Β· 4 months
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"smile!" πŸ“Έ
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bunjywunjy Β· 2 months
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Humans sure seem to eat a lot of things that are poison to most other animals. Chocolate, garlic, onions, grapes, avocados, etc. But then there's capsaicin, which I think doesn't affect birds but IS a poison to humans but then we eat it anyway?? Is there anything else we eat that's fine for (some) animals but is bad for us but we eat it anyway? Why are we like this.
capsaicin actually isn't poisonous to humans, it even has a bunch of beneficial medical effects like reducing inflammation! it IS an effective fungicide and insecticide, but eating capsaicin is not at all actually poisonous to humans even in large quantities.
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it just also causes extreme pain.
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it does this by directly chemically activating the ouch-I'm-on-fire nerve endings in your mouth, which is a deliberate ploy to keep you from eating the pepper fruit!
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at least it was before humans got ahold of it and started deliberately cultivating them to be even hotter.
humans are just freaks and decided that they liked that. that's all.
the other stuff is just a bonus!
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pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid Β· 30 days
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You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me
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bet-on-me-13 Β· 1 month
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Wes ruins everything
Wes had finally done it, he had finally realized why nobody ever belived him about Fenton and Phantom! It made so much sense now, he had been looking for an answer for years, thinking he was going crazy because everybody refused to see the Obvious!
He was Cursed!
He literally had an Ancestoral Curse on his Bloodline that made it so that all those born with the gift of Prophecy would be ignored! A Gift of Prophecy that he apparently had.
It was Cassandra's Curse, the one from Greek Myths. Apparently she was his GreatΓ—1000 Grandmother and passed down the Gift (and Curse) of Prophecy to him. And he knew how to break it!
All he needed to do was gather the right resources, chant the correct incantations, make sure not to accidentally summon a Demon in the process, and he could just foist the Curse onto some other poor schmuck. Sure it would suck for them, and he would loose his Gift of Prophecy, but Wes had been ignored for Years at this point, he needed validation!
So he did the Ritual, and he didn't mess it up, and he managed to get rid of the Curse.
Now all he had to do was convince everybody that he was right for the first time in his life! This was going to be great!
...
Cass didn't know what was going on.
A while ago, she had started getting these...gut feelings that she couldn't explain.
She would look over the details of a Case her Family was working on, and see a patern that the others were seemingly ignoring. Like when she realized that The Penguin was about to raid the Docks on the East Side, but the others were convinced it was going to be on the West.
But when she had tried to tell them, they had brushed her off. "We've already concluded that he will begin the Raid on the West side, no need to go to the East."
She had gone anyways, and low and behold she had been right. But nobody even acknowledged that she had been right at all, they had just wondered how they had missed the signs, not even questioning how she had known.
It wasn't limited to Cases either. Even small things, like telling her brother's where the TV remote was were brushed off, and hours later they would still be looking, never even having checked where she told them.
It seemed that no matter what, nobody cared about her point of view anymore. They kept brushing her off, telling her she was wrong, actively ignoring her ideas.
And it was getting worse. They were starting to ignore her more and more, forgetting she was in the room, not calling her down for Dinner, even forgetting to check in on her during Patrol.
She knew that there must be something going on, Magical or otherwise, but when she tried bringing it up with her Dad or JLD, they would also Brush her off.
Her Family was forgetting her. And they didn't even realize it.
...
Danny was not okay at the moment.
When he had gone to school a few weeks ago and noticed everybody staring at him, he didn't give it much thought. Maybe Dash or Paulina had spread another Rumor about him again, not too out of the ordinary.
When his name had been called over the Intercom, he hadn't thought much of that either. His grades were falling even more than usual, so he assumed his Guidance Counselor wanted to have another talk with him.
When he walked into the Principals Office to see both of his Parents and some GIW Agents, that's when he realized something big must have happened.
He didn't have much of a chance to react when the Shields went up, but he did react when the first Ecto-Blast scorched the wall behind him. His Parents began to scream at him as they fired their Blasters, something about replacing somebody? He didn't know, he was pretty preoccupied at the moment.
It took more effort than he cared to admit to escape the Room, but a stray shot to the hidden Shield Projector under the Principals Desk proved to be his saving grace. Unfortunately the moment he escaped the Office, he was met with a veritable Army of GIW Agents, all armed to the Teeth with Weapons he had never even seen before.
He managed to get away for a moment, hiding in the Bathroom as the Agents chasing him passed it by. That's when he met Wes.
He obviously hadn't been expecting him, but the moment he saw him Wes put on a smug look. "Oh hi Fenton, trying to get away from the other students?"
Danny had replied with confusion, "What the hell are you talking about?!"
"I finally managed to convince everybody about you, now everyone knows that you're Phantom! I'll bet you're hiding from all of the other Students hounding you for questions right?"
"...it was you?"
"Yeah, so? I finally get to be right!"
"...You absolute MORON-"
That was the last Danny got to say to Wes before an Ecto-Blast launched him through a Wall, seeing his face morph into a look of Shock just before the dust cloud covered it up.
Since that day, Danny had been on the Run. Nowhere was safe anymore now that the GIW knew both his Human and Ghost's faces, but he had to keep running. He crossed state Lines already, and was on his way to the next Ecto-Rich City he could sense, somewhere in New Jersey.
He cursed his Fenton Luck every day. Why had everybody believed Wes this time?! Nobody had ever belived him before, nobody even seemed to acknowledge his existence after a while! What had changed?
Danny just wanted to rest already.
...
Cass had taken to Patrolling alone recently. She had taken to doing a lot of things alone, actually.
After the first month, it seemed that nobody could remember that she was in the room with them, even if she was within their eyeline, she just faded into the background. By the 2 Month Mark they had stopped talking to her entirely, although occasionally she would get a Text or two from her dad. By the 3 month Mark she was completely invisible, and By the 5th she had been forced to get used to it.
She didn't know what was going on, was it a Meta Ability? Magic? Alien Tech? She had no idea.
She had begun to cook for herself after the first time Alfred forgot to set her Plate at the Table. The same with Washing her own Clothes, Cleaning her Room, and Paying her Phone Bills. At the very least the Automated Allowance Payments to her Account had kept up, or she wouldn't have been able to go to her favorite Cafe anymore.
It was bittersweet for her. She used to go to that Cafe every week with Alfred, but he didn't even come on his own anymore. Had he only come for her? Did she really mean that much to them? It hurt, she finally had a family that cared for her and suddenly she didn't exist to them.
She sat alone at a Table, ignored by everyone in the Cafe as usual, when a new face walked in. He looked about her age, a little roughed up, walking with a sort of cautious gaint, as if he was scared of something. His Body Language seemed to agree with her assessment, as his body practically screamed "Worry" in its movements.
Cass stopped watching at that point. Just another Gotham Teen, probably worried over something like getting not having enough money or getting mugged on the way home. It was a Common sight in Gotham.
She attention was pricked again for a moment when she heard a voice speak up. "Uh, can I sit here?"
She ignored it, he wasn't talking to her.
"Um, excuse me? Miss? Could I sit here?" He repeated.
She ignored him again, he wasn't talking to her. Nobody talked to her.
"Hello? Do you have Earbuds in?" He said, and he waved his hand in front of her face.
Her face. He waved his hand. In front of Her Face.
He was talking to her.
She looked up at him sharply, seeming to startle him for a moment before he asked, "So, is that a no?"
"You can see me?" She asked.
He looked a bit bewildered, but replied "Uh, yeah? Why would I not? Are you...a Ghost?". That last part sounded a bit suspicious.
"No. Not a Ghost. But nobody sees me. Ever. Nobody remembers me." She replied. She had never spoken this much to anybody outside of her Family, but in the past few weeks she had been starved for interaction.
He seemed slightly interested, and sat down at her table. He looked her in the eyes, and said "Do you...talk about it?"
She smiled. He could see her.
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deadsetobsessions Β· 5 months
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DCxDP Writing Prompt: (I wrote some myself but yk)
Ghost was Gotham’s first cryptid. That’s right. Even before Batman. He’d established himself in the city as someone who takes care of things, helps the weak, aid some of the strong trying to do good. His information network sprawled the expanse of the city. In between the day the Waynes died and Batman’s reappearance, Ghost set up shop and slowly began to remove the sludge clinging to Gotham’s spirit.
Danny thought the name was a little bit on the nose but as someone who used to go by Invis-o-bill, he definitely wasn’t complaining.
Besides, people had accidentally aligned with ghost culture when they began calling Gotham his haunt. It was, and having people recognize that helped to boost his core. It was his haunt, and while he was taking down mob bosses, they were also considered his to take care of.
Which meant Danny felt it the moment Batman stepped into his haunt. He stayed his immediate violent reaction only because Gotham herself materialized to stop him from scalping the guy. She whispered to him how his parents died on these streets, how she wanted to choose him as her Knight. The Lady Gotham looked at her King, and asked him to withhold his judgement, bowed her head and pleaded.
Danny, eyes glowing a toxic green, stared at her until the rage from Batman’s presence- invader! trying to steal his haunt!- had calmed.
And he agreed, probationally.
The Ghost stood back and watched, commanding his network of people to assess and judge the Bat as a possible asset. A possible ally.
And so the Ghost’s continent of people, from prostitutes to white collar workers, from street kids to socialites, watched.
And Lady Gotham’s knight proved himself. And he found one of Ghost’s informants. And Danny?
Danny tilted his head back and laughed, glad he allowed Bruce Wayne to live despite his unknowing transgression.
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bluerosefox Β· 7 months
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Over Tea
A sudden chill sweeps through Gotham, almost like Mr. Freeze had just attacked only thing was the man was currently locked away in Arkham, and was felt by all. And talked by all via word of mouth and on social media as well.
The clouds and smog that covered their dark city shifted and swirled, a rumble beginning deep inside them as the weather turned from smoggy to rain and thunder with no real warning. The strangest thing was the green glow that could be seen when thunder rumbled inside the gray clouds.
Then like a candle being blown out, the rumbling stopped, the rain ended, and the clouds parted all over Gotham.
For the first time in a while Gotham had a clear sky and it felt... it felt like something heavy had been lifted off the city.
It was this sudden shift and the all felt chill that had set off alerts for Batman and his family. Since early morning since the first change and shift happened he was in front of the Batcomputer trying to narrow down where it started.
After hours of searching with the help of Red Robin, Oracle and strangely enough Red Hood, they managed to narrow down where the odd power had been coming from.
Was still coming from, only very low.
The old and abandoned observatory tower.
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"More ecto-tea Lady Gotham?" Danny asked, his hand waving towards the steaming pot nearby.
The woman smiled lightly, her dark painted lips curling up to show her sharp fangs for a moment before saying "No but thank you Young Kingling though I would like more cookies if you don't mind. Now where were we?"
Danny nodded towards her and signaled towards a maid skeleton ghost who walked forward with a tray of cookies. The maid swiftly placed a few more cookies on the spirit embodiment of Gotham plate before bowing and stepping away.
"We were just about to discuss the sentience of the Court of Owls." Danny said as he lightly tapped the large almost mountain of paperwork on the table they were sitting at, floating high above the floor as shooting stars and planets drifted around them. Many ghosts floated around as well, servants that had sworn their loyalty to the Young King, and were preparing things like snacks and drinks for two powerful beings in the room as they discussed business. Nearby doors and windows though were ghostly knights that stood tall and alert, making sure no interlopers interrupted the meeting taking place and ready to defend not only Lady Gotham but their King.
"Ah yes them." Lady Gotham grimaced as she took a drink of her ecto-tea. "That will take some time for us to discuss, they've been running around unchecked for to long and even with my limited abilities to hinder them has been less than ideal."
"You, Lady G, were deeply cursed for many, many years and I just broke most of it." Danny cut in quickly, he was not about to let this wonderful and powerful city spirit blame herself for something out of her hands "Due to said curse you couldn't do much so please don't go blaming yourself. Its mostly broken now, so you can freely start healing yourself and your city self now that jerk demon that cursed you is in Walker's prison for his crimes."
Lady Gotham grew silent for a moment, her dark eyes staring deeply at the young King but then warmly smiled, well as warm as she could seeing how she was Gotham itself. "You reminded me of my Knight, Young King, treating me like this. Not afraid to point out the truth and facts."
Danny gave a light laugh as he took a hold of one of the cookies on his plate and gave a bite "I'll take that as a compliment Lady Gotham. Now about those Court of Owls...."
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wimbu Β· 9 days
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The aura is astonishing
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wispscribbles Β· 6 months
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❄️ Remember to bring blankets for your recon mission ❄️
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jujutsuaiko-ka Β· 13 days
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π•„π• π•žβ€¦ 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕑𝕖 π•ͺ𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 π• π•œπ•’π•ͺ 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖. 𝕀'π•ž π•¨π• π•£π•œπ•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π• π•Ÿ π•Ÿπ• π•₯ π• π•Ÿπ•π•ͺ π•“π•£π•–π•’π•œπ•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•žπ•ͺ 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕀𝕖… 𝕓𝕦π•₯ 𝕒𝕝𝕀𝕠 π• π•Ÿ π•“π•–π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ 𝕒 𝕓𝕖π•₯π•₯𝕖𝕣 π•‘π•–π•£π•€π• π•Ÿ. π”Όπ•§π•–π•Ÿ π•šπ•— 𝕀'π•ž 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕π•ͺ 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕, π•€π•ž π•˜π•π•’π•• π•šπ•₯'𝕀 𝕀π•₯π•šπ•π• π•Ÿπ• π•₯ π•₯𝕠𝕠 𝕝𝕒π•₯𝕖 π•₯𝕠 π•šπ•žπ•‘π•£π• π•§π•– π•žπ•ͺ𝕀𝕖𝕝𝕗.
𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 π•£π•–π•–π•Ÿπ•”π• π•¦π•Ÿπ•₯𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕀π•₯π•’π••π• π•£π•š π•π•¦π•›π•š. ℍ𝕖'𝕀 π•˜π•£π• π•¨π•Ÿ 𝕀𝕠 π•žπ•¦π•”π•™β€¦ π•ƒπ•šπ•₯𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝π•ͺ, 𝕙𝕖'𝕀 𝕒 π•˜π•šπ•’π•Ÿπ•₯ π•Ÿπ• π•¨! π”Έπ•Ÿπ•• 𝕙𝕖'𝕀 π•“π•–π•–π•Ÿ π•₯π•™π•£π• π•¦π•˜π•™ 𝕀𝕠 π•žπ•¦π•”π•™ π•‘π•’π•šπ•Ÿ π•’π•Ÿπ•• π•€π•¦π•—π•—π•–π•£π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•€π•šπ•Ÿπ•”π•– 𝕨𝕖'𝕧𝕖 π••π•šπ•–π••β€¦ 𝕒𝕔π•₯𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝π•ͺ, π•Ÿπ• , 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕀 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕π•ͺ π•šπ•Ÿ 𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕑𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖 π•¨π•™π•–π•Ÿ 𝕨𝕖 π•žπ•–π•₯ π•™π•šπ•ž, 𝕓𝕦π•₯ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•‘π• π•šπ•Ÿπ•₯ π•šπ•€β€¦ 𝕙𝕖 π•π• π• π•œπ•€ 𝕓𝕖π•₯π•₯𝕖𝕣 π•šπ•Ÿ 𝕒 𝕔𝕖𝕣π•₯π•’π•šπ•Ÿ 𝕨𝕒π•ͺ. ℍ𝕖'𝕀 𝕒 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕫π•ͺ 𝕀π•₯π•£π• π•Ÿπ•˜ π•₯𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣… π•’π•Ÿπ•• 𝕀π•₯π•šπ•π• 𝕒 π•œπ•šπ•Ÿπ•• π•’π•Ÿπ•• π•£π•–π•π•šπ•’π•“π•π•– π•—π•£π•šπ•–π•Ÿπ••.
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 π•“π•–π•–π•Ÿ 𝕀π•₯π•¦π•”π•œ 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕀𝕠 π•π• π•Ÿπ•˜ π•šπ•Ÿ π•Šπ•’π•₯π• π•«π•’π•œπ•¦π•£π•’ π•šπ•₯ π•₯π• π• π•œ π•žπ•– 𝕒 π•π• π•Ÿπ•˜ π•¨π•™π•šπ•π•– π•₯𝕠 π•˜π•–π•₯ 𝕒𝕕𝕛𝕦𝕀π•₯𝕖𝕕 π•₯𝕠 π•π•šπ•—π•– π•šπ•Ÿ π•‹π• π•œπ•ͺ𝕠 𝕁𝕦𝕛𝕦π•₯𝕀𝕦 β„π•šπ•˜π•™. π”Έπ•Ÿπ•• π•π•šπ•—π•– π•¨π•šπ•₯𝕙 π•’π•Ÿ 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕑π•₯π•šπ•§π•– π•“π•šπ•˜ π•€π•šπ•€π•₯𝕖𝕣.
𝔸π•₯𝕀𝕦𝕙𝕒'𝕀 π•€π• π•žπ•–π• π•Ÿπ•– π•π•šπ•œπ•– 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 π•Ÿπ•–π•§π•–π•£ π•žπ•–π•₯ 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖. ℕ𝕠π•₯ 𝕛𝕦𝕀π•₯ 𝕗𝕠𝕣 π•“π•–π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ 𝕒𝕦π•₯π•šπ•€π•₯π•šπ•”, 𝕠𝕣 𝕒 π•—π• π•£π•–π•šπ•˜π•Ÿπ•–π•£β€¦ 𝕓𝕦π•₯ 𝕗𝕠𝕣 π•žπ•’π•šπ•Ÿπ•π•ͺ π•“π•–π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ 𝕀𝕠 π•œπ•šπ•Ÿπ•• π•’π•Ÿπ•• π•–π•žπ•‘π•’π•₯𝕙𝕖π•₯π•šπ•”. 𝕀 π•₯π• π• π•œ 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣 π•˜π•£π•’π•Ÿπ•₯𝕖𝕕 𝕒π•₯ π•—π•šπ•£π•€π•₯, 𝕀 π•’π••π•žπ•šπ•₯, 𝕓𝕦π•₯ π•Ÿπ• π•¨ 𝕀 π•”π• π•¦π•π••π•Ÿ'π•₯ 𝕓𝕖 π•žπ• π•£π•– π•˜π•π•’π•• 𝕀𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕀 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π• π•Ÿπ•– π•₯𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕑 π•žπ•– 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕀𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 π•“π•¦π•šπ•π••π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•’π•Ÿπ•• π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 π•žπ•– π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•”π•™π•’π•Ÿπ•”π•– π•₯𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 π•€π• π•žπ•–π•¨π•™π•–π•£π•– π•₯𝕠 𝕓𝕖, π•€π• π•žπ•–π• π•Ÿπ•– π•₯𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕝π•ͺ π• π•Ÿβ€¦ 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 π•—π•’π•žπ•šπ•π•ͺ π•’π•˜π•’π•šπ•Ÿ.
𝕀'π•ž π•˜π• π•Ÿπ•Ÿπ•’ π•œπ•–π•–π•‘ π•¨π• π•£π•œπ•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕒𝕀 𝕒 𝕀𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕣. π•Žπ•– π•¨π•šπ•π• π•—π•šπ•Ÿπ•• 𝕒 𝕨𝕒π•ͺ π•₯𝕠 π•”π• π•žπ•‘π•π•–π•₯𝕖𝕝π•ͺ 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖 π•žπ•ͺ 𝕀𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕀𝕠 π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ 𝕨𝕖 π•”π•’π•Ÿ π•£π•–π•¦π•Ÿπ•šπ•₯𝕖 π• π•Ÿπ•– 𝕕𝕒π•ͺ. π”Έπ•Ÿπ•• 𝕀 π•¨π•šπ•π• π•₯𝕣π•ͺ π•₯𝕠 π•¨π•£π•šπ•₯𝕖 π•žπ• π•£π•– 𝕠𝕗π•₯π•–π•Ÿ, π•–π•§π•–π•Ÿ π•šπ•— π•Ÿπ• π•₯ 𝕀𝕦𝕣𝕖 π•šπ•— π•ͺ𝕠𝕦'𝕝𝕝 π•˜π•–π•₯ π•₯π•™π•šπ•€ 𝕝𝕖π•₯π•₯𝕖𝕣.
𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 π•ͺ𝕠𝕦, π•žπ• π•ž. ℍ𝕒𝕑𝕑π•ͺ π•žπ• π•₯𝕙𝕖𝕣'𝕀 𝕕𝕒π•ͺ.
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ghostbsuter Β· 7 months
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Magicians way [part 1]
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It's not often that he finds himself in such position, but it does happen.
John Constantine never would have thought he'd scratch the "tied up by a cult to be used as sacrifice to summon a powerful ghost" spot on his bingo card.
He doesn't even feel threatened by the cult, hell, all he will receive from this day is pure embarrassment if the summoning circle is really the one he thinks it is.
Great, it's glowing.
Little bastard knows and is on his way here.
Shit.
"Oh all mighty King of Ghosts! We summon thee! Appear!"
If he has to listen to that badly scripted American movie summoning ritual one more word, he's gonna do some serious damage.
The circle lights up in sickly green, the ectoplasm flooding the insides of the portal as it opens.
And there he stands, the boyprince of the Infinity Realms.
"Hey, dad!" The being greets, swinging a swift fist against one of the cultist.
The rest are frozen and now that they're alone John sees the shit eating grin on the gremlins face.
"Danny." He greets back, watching as his kid swipes some invisible dust from his hat and putting it on back.
"Man, this is so embarrassing for you. Let me justβ€”"
To make matters worse, Danny pulls out his bloody smartphone and takes a picture of him tied up.
"I'm sending this to mom." He's fiddling with the rope, smug smirk on him that John would love to flip off if his hands weren't bound.
"Useless..."
Ah, here comes the blackmail. A kids after his own heart.
The little shit.
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Visual picture of Constantine being embarrassed. (Yes, he's tied up with a RED RIBBON for funnsies.)
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puppetmaster13u Β· 1 month
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Prompt 281
I had a wonderful Ghosts are Dragons idea thanks to @fairy-lights-and-blobsΒ 
Nocturne, the great feathered wyvern of dreams, son of Morpheous, created of the sands of dreams itself, might be a bit, oh what’s the word, stumped. He had been twisting through the smog of the living world, and honestly should have been unseen. Keyword being should.Β 
Because?Β 
There’s a tiny? Hatchling? Growling at him when he slips into a warehouse, having been searching for a… misplaced item. And he says it with a question mark because? This is a hatchling, he knows his own senses, but they’re also… seemingly stuck in a human form.Β 
Dear Dreams, this is worse than how Phantom was- and he had been so injured from too much ecto at formation, even for a baby Primordial, that… Ugh, Nocturne wants to slam his horns against the ground repeatedly.Β 
Alright tiny red hatchling, let him just scoop you up aaand… alright, off to the Zone to see doctors, because really, he wasn’t expecting to get another child, but he’s also not going to just leave the equivalent of a chronically sick toddler!
Jason, currently Red Hood? No clue what the Fuck is happening, he just got kidnapped by an overgrown owl-lizard thing! And his comms are out and genuinely what the fuck-
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flamingpudding Β· 8 months
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Fictober23 Prompt: 8 - "Give me that, before anything happens."
Fandom: DPxDC
Rating: G
Warnings: -
"Don't touch that." Constantine said without even looking up from the book he was reading through for research. Phantom had joined the Justice League dark only recently and was still in that sort of mentor - glorified babysitting - state. It was just his luck that he lost in the stick draw and had now to 'mentor' the who-knows-how-old-he-truly-is Ghost King.
He should have stuck this job to Zatanna. The 'kid' was curious as a cat and apparently wanted to touch every good damn artifact in the House of Mysteries that Constantine had ever gotten his hands on.
"Don't touch that either." The Brite muttered without looking up, he was so close in figuring out the actual meaning of the curse placed on a good damn church bell that causes everyone who hears it to fall asleep at midnight sharp and wake up at 8 AM later like nothing happened. Behind his back Phantom stuck his tongue out at the man before reaching out to poke the artifact that caught his eye anyway. However the House of Mysteries had other ideas as it reconstructed itself at the right moment and put the artifact further away from Phantom.
The Ghost King pouted, crossing his arms and floated over to where Constantine was pouring over a curse seal. Phantom hummed as he looked over the Brites shoulder grinning. "Oh I didn't know you could use ghost speech for curses!"
"Say what now mate?!" John's head snapped to the side to stare at Phantom who was now floating over his shoulder. "It's in ghost speech? What even is that?"
The Ghost King had the nerve to give him an unimpressed stare that really made the Brite need a smoke, but he had given Zatanna his good damn word not to smoke around the 'kid', so that was a no.
"Ghost speech. The language of the Infinite Realms also known as the Ghost Zone, After Life, Hell, Home of the Damned, and so on and so on." Constantines eye twitched as the Ghost boy shrugged. He let out a suffering sigh and pushed his copie of the curse seal over to Phantom.
"What does it say?" The other blinked for a moment before turning his eyes to the photo. A scratching static white noise filled the Brite's ears and he yelped in pain, covering his ears. The noise instantly stopped and Contantine glared at the Ghost King who sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry, I will say it again in English."
Constantine only grumbled something inaudible before motioning for the other to continue.
"You idiots don't sleep enough. Go and get at least eight hours of sleep. If you don't sleep by midnight I will be the one to make you sleep."
"The hell?"
"That's what's written there."
"Don't tell me we have another good damn Sandman problem on our hands." John gripped with one hand at his hair, he really hoped that wasn't it because dear good he did not want to get Batman or one of the other Not Dark heros involved.
"Nah, he goes by Nocturne, he never liked that name some philosophers came up with. But this does go against the agreement I had with him."
Was this how Batman felt when his Robins went against his orders? Or how the mentors of the Yonge Justice feel when the teens sass back? Because Constantine was sticking this ancient kid of a Ghost King onto Zatanna the next change he got.
"You know how to lift that curse then?" Instead of going further into a rabbit hole, Constantine decided it was easier to just find out if the Ghost King can lift a good damn curse he had been working on solving for days now instead of finding out who the hell Nocturne was now.
"Of course I know." Phantom answered easily, floating on his back around the room like he was going with the flow of water. Glowing green eyes going along the shelves where various books and artifacts were thrown on, in no particular order.
"Great. Let's go and fix this then." The man muttered, getting up from his chair and grabbing his coat. "I need a bottle of whiskey after this and a good damn smoke…"
Phantom just followed behind the man ready for his second official job with the Justice League Dark. He grinned happily of finally getting some outside action only to come to a sudden halt as the Brite man whirled around glaring at the Ghost King only inches from his the other.
"Phantom?"
"Yes?" The 'kid' answered nervously.
"Give me that, before anything happens. How often did I tell you NOT to touch anything of the artifacts? Do you even know what that thing does!"
Reluctantly like a reprimanded child the Ghost King handed over a golden plate with a glowing green crystal embedded into it, Constantine remembered it being the leftover part of a demon they had banished. The man narrowed his eyes. "The other one too."
"Fine…" Phantom handed over a crystal zepter, John had picked up from an ancient tomb. "Didn't think you noticed me picking them up, since you didn't say anything before I even touched them."
"Mate, you are forgetting who currently owns this house."
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nelkcats Β· 9 months
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Death Loves No One
Cause if he did he'd want to keep them forever
After obtaining the title as Ghost King and losing all his family, Danny started to feel lonely. He had friends, ghosts that would stay for eternity by his side but it wasn't the same. Danny felt that his personal connections were what kept him sane, the evenings with Clockwork calmed him down, but it wasn't the same calm that Jazz used to provide.
So, when he was given the title of Equilibrium it wasn't really a big deal. It was just another title among a thousand others, Clockwork advised him to visit earth to discover his purpose but also warned him that he would not look human.
Danny accepted it but didn't take it seriously, he couldn't help but get scared when people started screaming around him. He wasn't doing anything weird, he was visiting the cemetery, his family's graves, but everyone was running away scared.
He realized that since he lost Jazz (the last one to leave) he no longer looked human. He wondered if it was possible that someone might be interested in talking to him but dismissed it. Some people began to nickname him "Death" because all he did was stay in the cemetery.
That's why it was extremely rare to find a boy calling him every day and making a small talk, he became attached to the boy. The boy would visit different graves but always stayed to talk to him, never yelled, or called him a bad name. Danny couldn't help but love him the same way he loved his family.
He wasn't surprised that the boy died soon after (knowing him brought misfortune didn't it?), but he never stopped visiting the cemetery. So, when the boy rose from his grave completely disoriented, Danny wondered if it was somehow his fault.
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