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the-whispers-of-death · 2 days

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Hiii could you write Ghost x puppy reader who likes soft gently sex? Maybe ghost isnt used to people wanting that from him, but he liked to hear the readers whines, gasps, and whimpers as he fucks into him? (Subbot male reader plz)

More than the Roughness You Exude

I love writing fluffy smut for Ghost, he deserves to be seen as soft. Ghost would be so gentle with you.

Content: Smut, Fluffy Smut, Male Reader (cis), Praise Kink, Protected Sex, Petnames, Daddy Kink (it slipped in there on its own accord), Top!Ghost, Bottom!Puppy!Reader, Aftercare.

Ghost carried you into his barracks, your legs wrapped around his waist while his arms were wrapped underneath your butt, keeping you upright. He was kissing you passionately, making your puppy tail wag and cute little whines slipped from your lips.

He loved the cute noises you made when he kissed you and he could only imagine that those noises of yours would be sexier once he was fucking you.

He made it to the bed and dropped you onto it, his brown eyes filled with lust. He made quick work of getting both of you out of your clothes, his lips moving down to your neck, making sure to give you hickeys.

It was all so rough, but you didn't want rough.

So you gently pushed at his chest, Ghost instantly stilling. He raised his head from your neck and looked into your eyes, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion and worry. "What's wrong?"

"I love how rough you can be, Simon, I do." Your hands went to his pecs, gently kneading them to dispel his worrying. "But I want something gentle tonight," you said, your tail fluffing up as you worried your bottom lip while waiting for him to speak.

Ghost was taken aback, but not in a bad way. He just had never been asked to be gentle before. His previous partners loved him being rough with them in bed, begged for it. But his heart couldn't help but melt at the thought of being gentle with you.

He leaned forward, his lips meeting yours in a gentle caress. "Of course. I'll be gentle with you, my love," he muttered.

Your entire body relaxed at his words, your puppy ears moving back to sit in a relaxed position and your tail stilled. Your relaxation only increased when Ghost started kissing your neck again, this time being gentle.

You whined and whimpered at every gentle suckle, slivers of pleasure shooting down your spine as he worshipped you. His lips moved down your neck and chest, nipping gently at your nipples before continuing down your body.

"My beautiful puppy," Ghost groaned softly as he kissed down your legs. He was avoiding your cock and your hole, but you couldn't complain, not yet.

When he deemed your body properly worshipped, he very gently picked you up and with your movements following his guidance, you were flipped over until you were on your hands and knees. He gave a gentle tug of your tail, smiling at your soft whine before he reached down, spreading your legs to his desired width.

Ghost then got out the bottle of lube and an unexpired condom, uncapping the bottle before pouring lube onto his fingers.

"Relax, baby," he ordered gently, his lubed finger making its way to your hole. The pad of his finger pressed against your rim and kept pressing until the tip of his finger slipped inside. "Oh fuck, that's a good boy."

You gave him a soft whimper, your tail starting to gently wag as he thrusted his finger in and out of you. Your hips pushed back, thrusting back onto his finger.

Ghost's other hand resting on the small of your back, gently keeping you from taking more than what he was giving you. "Shh, it's okay. You're doing so well," he murmured, slipping in a second finger to scissor you open for his cock.

As his fingers thrusted inside you and stretched your hole, more whines and whimpers were falling from your lips. Your tail was wagging harder now, each wave of pleasure making you become louder. His fingers hit your prostate and your hands buckled underneath you, making you fall forward slightly with your ass in the air.

"Feels so good, love?" Ghost teased, his voice soft and full of amusement. His eyes took in the way you were falling apart with such just his fingers and he thrusted his fingers hit your prostate again, enjoying the soft mewl you gave him in reward. "So pretty you are, with your puppy ears and tail. So pretty and all mine."

Ghost slipped his fingers out of you, his body thrumming with need to be inside you. He unwrapped the condom packaging, rolling the condom onto his cock and lubing it up.

As he lined his cock up at your entrance, he reached down and gently lifted you up so your back was flush against his chest. "Look at me, pup," he said as he slipped inside, filling you up with his cock.

"Daddy," you whined, the honorific slipping from your lips as you started to feel so full.

Ghost's cock was the biggest in girth and length that you'd taken, making you feel very glad that he had taken the time to stretch you out beforehand. By the time he bottomed out inside you, you were so full but the sensation gave you so much pleasure.

"Daddy's got you, love," Ghost replied, holding you up as your legs shook from the pleasure. He pulled out until only his tip was still in before pushing back inside, setting a gentle but steady pace. "Going to make your head spin, baby."

You weren't the only feeling like you were on cloud nine, your walls were clenching Ghost's cock in a way that made him groan with each thrust. Every thrust he gave you was rewarded with soft gasps and moans from you, building the pleasure in his gut.

Your hands managed to grip the bedsheets as Ghost moved you back onto your hands and knees, the bed creaking beneath you two. His thrusts were still gentle, but he was fucking into you deeper. Stars danced in your eyes when he hit your prostate, making you whine loudly.

"Daddy," you moaned over and over again, his hips hitting your ass with every thrust. "Feels so good!"

With the gentle pace, your pleasure was building slowly but surely. Your skin was alight with pleasure, each thrust sending you closer and closer to your peak.

"I love you, my good boy." Ghost leaned down, kissing your back and making sure to mark you up. His hands were gripping your hips tightly, his thrusts speeding up. "God, you're being so good for me."

Your pleasure was breathtaking and you were so desperate to unravel beneath him, one of your hands unclenching from where it was gripping the bedsheets and moving to your leaking cock. You stroked yourself slowly, building the strokes up until you were stroking in time with his thrusts.

Your moans were getting louder, "Daddy" being the only word you could form. The pleasure in the pit of your stomach grew hotter and hotter until a wave of intense pleasure hit you and was your unraveling.

Ghost groaned loudly as you clenched around his cock, continuing to fuck you as your orgasm washed over you. His own undoing was watching you come into your hand, Ghost having a few more thrusts until he spilled into the condom.

His hips stuttered to a stop, short puffs of breath escaping his lips as he came down from his high. He slipped out of you, unrolling the condom and throwing it in the trash. He then got on shaky legs, leaving you to slump down onto the bed as he went to the bathroom.

You thought he was just getting a washcloth for you both, but then you faintly heard the bathtub filling up. You groaned, hearing his footsteps come back to the bed to pick you up.

"No time for a bath," you whined, but Ghost seemed to ignore your protests.

He picked you up, this time bridal style, and carried you to the bathroom. "We're both sticky with sweat and cum, love. We're taking a bath," he murmured in reply.

Your eyes were barely open as he gently set you down in the filled up bathtub. You vaguely registered Ghost getting in the bath behind you, his chest flush with your back for the second time tonight.

"You're so tired, hm?" He asked with a chuckle, picking up the soap. He cooed at the way you gave him the softest grunt, which was the best response you could give him. "That's okay, baby. Sleep. I'll wash you up, no problem."

You didn't even have time to protest, his gentle hands on you, washing you, made you drift off to sleep.

Ghost smiled as your eyes closed, gently pulling you closer to him. "Goodnight, my love."

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damagedcoda6669 · 20 hours

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okay so i am. so confused! are you a system/plural after all?

you made a post on your twitter about being the "original host" which is. a plural term of course but ALSO i'd like to say that the idea of there being an "original" is veeery misleading and not actually possible in DID/OSDD

the reason DID/OSDD exists at all is because a child's identity was unable to fully form in their developmental years, so the identity splits off and fractures into several parts necessary to keep the child safe. because of this, there can be no "original host" because there was never an identity formed that could be considered the "core," in a way, at all. it gives off the idea that there was one set identity that split off others later on in life, which isnt how DID/OSDD works in terms of alter formation

also, the disorder can only be developed in your early formative years, so its mostly unheard of for a system to go through life with a single part only to split off later on. your brain splits off alters in response to stressors or traumatic experiences, and so when the disorder is formed there would have to have been a fracture from the beginning where your identity wasnt able to come together to form a single one. multiple alters can be "original," in a sense, but there is not one sole original

i suppose that other alters could have simply been integrated and so they arent a part of your system anymore (leaving you as the "original host"), but thats probably not my place to explore and its all a bit too complicated for a tumblr ask

there are parts that have been around longer than all the other parts and there are parts that identify with/as the body or the head of the system, buuuut i just wanted to share that tidbit of information because misinformation can be very harmful when it comes to healthy plurality!!

in any case, dont let this cause you to spiral into more self-doubt because — surprise! DID/OSDD is supposed to be hard to understand or identify within yourself. its a trauma disorder formed to make you as functional as possible, so generally the disorder tries very hard to hide your other parts from you as to protect you from those traumas. being confused is a major part of plurality, and most long-term hosts do have the misconception of being "original" because there was no reason to think otherwise.

its also fully possible that you have been the host for the majority (or entirety) of your life, so dont get me wrong! im just trying to share that the idea of an "original" alter isnt possible.

regardless of whether or not you're plural, i wish you the best in exploring yourself and the way that your brain functions. you're doing great, truly!

and if i misinterpreted anything, im deeply sorry for that too. i'm just a stranger on the internet trying to provide input using the information i was given, and i genuinely dont mean any offense by this ask. DID/OSDD is also something i'm very interested in and passionate about as an autistic individual, so... im very sorry for the essay

THIS IS SO HELPFUL U HAVE NO IDEA. I KNOW NEXT 2 NOTHING ABT PLURALITY AND SYSTEMS. dont apologize 4 the rambling, its much appreciated!!! i get the same way abt bpd and autism so i get it!!! psychology and mental disorders r one of my special interests so im the same way!!! ^_^

i guess my post moreso came from the concern that i only have vry vry spotty, fuzzy, sometimes FAKE memories of my childhood, if any at all (id say i remember less than 1% of it, and most of what i "remember" is only becuz of photo evidence or testimony from other ppl) and my identity only rlly formed when i joined the internet at maybe 12 yrs old. so i sometimes have doubts that i formed when the body was born, but rather that i was created and that im a product of the internet inparticular, but that might also be a delusion??? its confusing, whenever i get ideas abt my identity they turn out 2 be fake sometimes. its hard 2 pinpoint what i am. so i was trying 2 say that i dont think ive been here since the birth of the body and that i spawned later on. idk if im explaining myself correctly, its hard 4 me 2 understand. but i appreciate u correcting me and explaining it 2 me in a way thats easy 4 me 2 digest!!! i dont want 2 spread misinfo evr.

i think im plural??? ive had liek 8 headmates (and a headspace at one point) that ive been able 2 identify, but nobodys rlly taken me srsly abt it until vry vry recently. ive always been told that im making it up 4 attention, or that im faking DID, and i was even told by a dumbass doctor that it was just my autism and that they were all imaginary. i nvr rlly claimed 2 be plural either, i always just got shot down whenevr i introduced the possibility of there being other sentient ppl in my brain. but i think that i am, probably. im not sticking 2 any labels atm becuz im confused and uneducated abt my headmates and im not diagnosed w anything, but i feel comfy with plural as a label becuz its a vague umbrella term. i nevr claimed 2 have DID becuz ive always known that my headmates cant front and take over my body (ive even asked one and she told me she couldnt LOL) ALTHOUGH. they MIGHT be able 2 front simultaneously as me, ive had edgy (whos currently dormant) finish art 4 me if i got tired, back in 2020 when he was still active. and i know alters fronting is a diagnostic requirement for DID (i think???) but i dunno. theres SOMETHING up w my brain.

i tried 2 post abt it on twitter actually, that i thought i was plural (a handful of ppl asked me so i wanted 2 confirm) but i deleted the post like an hour later becuz i wasnt getting any comments or likes and i was scared that i did something wrong and didnt know, or that im not actually plural and other plural ppl were mad at me 4 using their label. it made me so anxious >n<

i am such a yapper.. 4give me

#jack.txt #birdie #damagedcoda6669 #rant #vent

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stvrn-tr1ps · 12 hours

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thats enough baby

inspired by THIS

warnings: SMUT!! dom!nick x sub!reader, degrading, cursing, pet names (baby, pretty boy),cum denial, lowercase intended, not proofread, lmk if i missed smth!!

summary: nicks bf comes up behind nick and tries to show affection and when nick tell him to stop y/n gets bratty with nick wich obviously doesn’t fly.

if you don’t like it don’t read it ‼️‼️‼️

nick is a hard worker. it he has something to do he gets it done. when its time to edit videos he gets it done. when its time to film he stays focused on the video.. most of the time. nicks boyfriend y/n was currently over at the triplets house. he was supposed to come after the video but he decided to come early.

“matt you got fucking pre-cooked salmon?!” chris yells. while chris and matt argue about if the salmon is good to eat. y/n comes up behind nick and hugs him. “your so handsome baby. you know that?” y/n whispers in nicks ear. since they were on camera nick shrugs off his boyfriend. “not right now” nick whispers back. nick felt bad for telling his boyfriend to essentially go away but he was never the type of person to publicize his relationship even if he was a youtuber. so yes his fans knew about him and his boyfriend but he didn’t post about his relationship much.

y/n tried to hug nick once more “y/n. not right now” nick raised his voice. y/n simply nodded and walked away retreating to nicks room.

once nick and his brothers finished filming and cleaning up nick went up to his room to talk to y/n. nick had known that when he had basically blew off his boyfriend he was going to be upset. he felt bad but he had to stand his ground. nick knocked on the door to his bedroom. when he didn’t hear any kind of response he walked in anyways.

on his bed was his boyfriend curled up with blankets. “you don’t have to knock it’s your room.” y/n mumbled out “well i was just-“ nick starts but is soon cut off by his now grumpy boyfriend. “whatever. it doesn’t matter nick.” nicks calmness quickly turned to anger. “lose the attitude. i didn’t do anything.” nicks says with says with a clenched jaw. y/n just rolls over and gives nick a scowl and rolls back over. “alright that’s it.” nicks declares as he locks the door and marches over to were his boyfriend is lied down on the bed. nick effortlessly flips his boyfriend over and pins his wrist above his head.

“n-nick, what are you doing?” y/n asks as he isnt as confident in his smart comments as he was before. nick smiles at his boyfriend with pure amusement. “not so confident anymore are we? since you wanna act like a whiny brat im going to treat you like one.” y/n lets out a whiny whimper. “p-please.” y/n begs. “please what baby? what happened to all those smart comments? use your words i know you can.” “n-need you. p-p-please.”

nick looks at you sarcastic sad look. “awh baby. thats does look painful.” nicks says referring to your painfully still clothed dick. nick reaches for the waistband of your pajama pants and slowly pulls your pants down; inch my torturous inch. finally your pants your off and nick palms your dick through your boxers. this causes endless soft moans and whimpers to escape your lips. nick starts kissing your neck ever so gently. it was one purpose he was teasing you. and you were needy.

as he's leaving his dark purple and red marks on your neck. you start grinding your dick into nicks hand becoming more needy and whiny with every second that passes. he immediately pulls his hand away from your painfully hard erection. nick shakes his head and tsks. “ah ah ah patience pretty boy.” this causes you to let put a loud whine. wich nick shakes his head and laughs at.

he finally takes your shirt off discarding it somewhere in the room. he kisses up your torso until he gets to your neck and eventually your lips. he captures your lips in a dominating kiss. he rolls your bottom lip in between his teeth, catching you by suprise, letting him slip his tongue into your mouth exploring every inch.

nick takes off his own shirt throwing somewhere in the room with the other articles of clothing. he finally takes of your boxers off letting your hard dick dripping with pre-cum spring free. “aww my poor baby.” nick says with faux sarcasm. he starts to jerk you off ever so slowly. however even tho he was going slowly you were still close to an orgasm. “nick p-please i-i-im close. im gonna c-cum.” your cried out. just as you were about to cum he stops. this causes you to start crying out of frustration. “why’d you sto-“ “get on all fours.” nick demands as he cuts your off.

this took y/n by causing him to hesitate, wich made nick clench his jaw in anger. “y/n i swear to god if i have to repeat myself.” this was enough to cause y/n to get into positive in record time. almost as soon as you on all fours. nick slammed himself into you with no warning.

“oh fuck!” y/n groans out loudly. “shh we don’t want anyone hearing you get fucked like a little whore do we?” nick criticizes. nicks thrusts are hard and fast with no remorse. “f-fuck! n-nick i need to c-cum p-please.” you beg.

nicks laughs at your pathetic pleading. “you acted like a fucking brat in front of six million people earlier and you think your gonna get to come that easy? hold it pretty boy, i know you can.” this causes you to let out endless whimpers and whines of protest. “nick fuck!!”

right as your about to cum nick pulls out of you and flips you over on your back like you weigh nothing. theres tears threatening to fall on your water line wich nick takes notice of. “oh poor baby. crying because i wont let you cum.” nick coos with faux sympathy.

this only pushes you over the edge even more. your eyes are screwed shut trying not to cry. again with no warning nick slams into you. causes a loud moan to escape your lips. “FUCK!!” you scream. “quiet matt and chris are still home.” nick chastised. you felt your stomach start to tighten again. “n-n-nick please! i need to c-cum.” you babble and whine. “you know what fine. cum you little slut.” and you did hard. “o-oh fuck.” you whimpered.

both of you let out a low hiss as he slowly pulled out of you. nick went into his connected bathroom and grabbed a washcloth cleaning both of you guys up. plopping down next to you on the bed nicks phone dinged twice.

nick thought this was hilarious. “y/n look!” after you read the messages you were utterly embarrassed. “fuck. im never showing my face around your brother again.” you groan, causing nick to laugh again.

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cemeterything · 5 months

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i love stories where the metaphysical crosses over into the physical and becomes more frightening for the confirmation of its reality. waking from a dream of strangulation with handprint-shaped bruising around your throat. a wounded ghost leaving bloody stains on the floor where it first appeared. nightmares pushing at the boundaries we build to grant us a sense of safety, shattering them along with our assumptions about how the "rules" of these things work and spilling out into the waking world.

#🐉#yes im thinking about ghost stories again #'what if its all in my head?' what if it ISNT. what then.

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 1 year

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a couple scribbles i cleaned up. also i think i like drawing him in varying states of distress

#i desperately want to know what happened the first time he cried #actually is that something he can do? is he capable of it?#i feel like he wouldn't like it...#since crying is messy and we all know he enjoys/values his appearance greatly #i mean cmon. its an involuntary loss of composure. and especially if he doesnt understand what/why its happening #so in my mind rn hed be idk... kinda desperate to stop crying & act fine?#HES SO FASCINATING. WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM <3 #many things probably!#what to do when you're a puppet created as a blank slate while everyone around you already Knows Shit and Understands Feelings #scribble salad #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home fanart #welcome home wally #wally darling #i know there's a lot of Head Empty jokes abt him #but honestly he gives the vibes of thinking constantly #always absorbing information and considering and learning and Forming Opinions #he LOOKS head empty. but he isnt.#i just cant imagine him never not Thinking #unless he really is head empty in which case. good for him. i support him no matter what. hes just like me<3

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xysidhequeen · 2 years

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The King and his Red Knight

DPxDC crossover fic

Part 1

Really sorry to everyone who suffered through the fact that I didn't know about the existence of readmore. I can't fix the thread now but the individual posts are better? Sorry I have like a very rough idea of how this site works 😭

Check the: The King and his Red Knight tag to find all the parts

"Go here, Danny. Go then, Danny. Go to a random cemetery in the middle of the night for no reason, Danny." A voice grumbled, accompanied by the sound of sneakers rhythmically tapping stone.

Danny Fenton, currently Phantom, sat on a gravestone, his white hair a beacon in the dark night. There were no stars in the sky for him to gaze upon, their light hidden behind swaths of smog and neon lights playing off the gray clouds.

Clockwork had dumped him here, with no explanation for why. Not that he ever really explained much when he sent Danny off on his tasks. He supposed he should be grateful, at least he was in the same when rather than being transported a thousand years into the past.

"Wait here King Phantom. You will understand in time." Danny mimicked his mentor's voice as he let himself float off the grave he'd been dumped on after Clockwork shoved him out of a portal. His body floated higher until he could flip around, his legs crossing. He sat upside down, his chin in his palm as he glared petulantly at the assembled gravestones surrounding him, his toxic green eyes glowing.

"So far all I've seen is a concerning amount of ecotplasm for a city without a ghost portal and some blob ghosts! How long am I supposed to wait here?" Danny asked the air, and the aforementioned blob ghosts who were hanging off his body, soaking in the ambient ecotoplasm he radiated at all times now.

Neither provided him with an answer to his question and Danny let out a frustrated groan as he lowered his still flipped body to look once more on the gravestone he'd been tasked with waiting on.

Jason Todd, the name read. The dates, too close together, made something in Danny squeeze painfully. He'd been young, barely older than Danny when he stepped into the portal. Only for this teenager there had been no ectoplasm to bind to his dying body and repair the damage of death and force him back into a semblance of life.

"Who were you and why did Clockwork send me to you?" Danny asked the gravestone, one clawed finger tracing the words before he pulled back with a sigh when the gravestone gave him no explanation. The dead didn't always speak, not even to their king.

Turning his body Danny looked over the rest of the cemetery. It was empty, as most usually were this time of night, of the living. There were a few shades wandering around, circling closer to him, drawn by his presence. No full ghosts though, but oddly enough there rarely were in cemeteries. This was where the dead came to rest. To remember, if they wanted to. Cemeteries were sacred spaces to the dead, much as a temple or a church would be for the living who were religious. Ghosts who still clung to life, to their obsessions, did not frequent cemeteries, did not dare trespass and disturb those who had already found their peace.

Danny himself was an oddity. He had never shied from cemeteries, enjoying the peace he found in them, the guarantee of safety offered. And perhaps, he mourned that he himself would never have a gravestone for the living to place their flowers and their tears at. Who would make a grave for someone who was both alive and dead? There would never be a body to bury for him. His human half would continue to live on so long as his ghost core remained and could fuel it.

Maybe that was why he found peace in cemeteries, for all his whining that Clockwork had dumped him here. Cemeteries were for the living and the dead, one of the only places both existed in harmony naturally. For someone who was as much dead as he was alive such a place held a certain degree of belonging for him.

Danny straightened out in the air, letting his body lie above the grave as he folded his arms behind his head and looked up at the covered sky. He complained and whined about this task, but he was secretly glad that Clockwork had given him something to do. Even if it was just 'hang out in a random cemetary'.

Ever since he'd graduated high-school, revealed himself to his parents and discovered how deep prejudice and hate could run, and he'd run away to the Infinite Realms for sanctuary while his friends moved forward with their lives, he'd felt unmoored. A ghost with no haunt. Bored was too light a word for the gaping emptiness he felt in his chest, for the loneliness clawing at him. Clockwork, Wulf, Pandora they could help chip at the ache inside of him but not banish it. Not now that his family, his friends, were spread so far apart and so distant from him.

Not that he resented their choices, their distance, in fact he'd fought for them to do just that, to get out of Amity Park, to go to college, to become more than overworked teen superheroes. Still he missed them, even if he could visit them whenever he wanted. It was becoming clear as time moved forward that the world they belonged to and the one he did were two different things.

Danny Fenton couldn't go to college when his parents had declared him dead. Danny Fenton didn't exist as far as the government was concerned. Danny Phantom couldn't return to Amity when those same parents were waiting to capture him and tear him apart 'molecule by molecule'. Danny Phantom couldn't go back when the GIW were crawling over the town like ants.

So neither Danny Fenton or Danny Phantom returned to Amity after that day. And he made sure they couldnt follow him when he ensured the portal that took his life to function never opened again. He didn't need the portal any longer to get in and out of the Infinite Realms, and it was safer for the ghosts, his subjects, if the temptation of the Fenton portal was gone.

The world of the living was not yet ready to accept that the dead didn't always stay dead. And Danny would keep his people safe until they were.

Danny jolted from his lazing state of reverie when a pulse of emotion rocked through him, the strength of it stealing his breath if he had any to take.

Fear/Trapped/Dark/Fear/Help/HELP pounded into him and Danny frantically flipped around, head swiveling, poisonous green eyes wide as he triedf to locate the source. The emotions, the plea for help, burned his core, his Obsession screamed at him.

Help/SomeonePlease/Dark/Trapped/CANTBREATHE/HELP another wave of messages, of emotions pushed themselves at Danny and this time underneath the onslaught he could hear a rhythmic thudding. Danny looked down, horror filling him when he realized the thudding was coming from under the ground. From the grave he'd been hovering over for an hour now.

Danny flew down, sending back a wave of I'mHere/HelpIsComing/I'mComing to the boy trapped in his own coffin, feeling the intense wave of relief and hope sent back before he dived into the earth as if it wasn't there. Danny paused for a moment when he passed the thick wooden coffin, seeing a boy in the dark with wide, panicked blue eyes and fingers tipped with shredded nails and fresh blood.

"Hey, I'm going to get you out of here, okay?" Danny told the boy, keeping his voice gentle, soft. The boy jolted, fixating on the only source of light, Danny's growing green eyes. Danny hoped his smile came off as calming instead of 'freaky AF' as Tucker liked to call it. He grabbed the boy, Jason, as carefully as he could and then let his intangibility wash over the terrified teen as he lifted them both out of the coffin.

When they emerged from the coffin and the ground Danny set the teen down, leaning him against the gravestone, his own gravestone, and pulled back a bit. The boy was gasping in air as if the fetid, polluted air was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.

Danny tilted his head as he watched the boy ground himself. Now that the emotions were leveling out and his Obsession was purring in contentment rather than growling in a frenzy, Danny could feel something off about the boy.

Disregarding the fact that he'd just come back from the dead, of course. But that wasn't the oddest thing Danny had seen in his afterlife. No the boy felt... not like a normal, living human. Not even like an Amity Park resident, who all felt more than slightly liminal. No this boy, this Jason Todd, felt closer to liminal than even Jazz, Tucker or Sam, who were three of the most liminal humans Danny had ever been around.

Jason felt almost...like a ghost. But not. Danny could feel the tickle in his throat that proceeded his ghost sense but the tell-tale mist never emerged. It was as if Jason was...like him. But Danny couldn't sense a core either. Even halfas had cores.

"Who are you?" Jason spoke, breaking Danny from his thoughts and examination. Jason was looking at him with a mix of gratitude and suspicion. Which, fair. Danny had just pulled him from his own coffin and there were so many questions that could stem from all of this, disregarding all the weirdness that was just Danny himself.

"I'm Danny, Danny Phantom. Or just Phantom. I go by either. And you're Jason, right?" Danny asked, smiling at the teen and oops, yeah that was definitely his scary smile based on the slight flinch there. It wasn't his fault his teeth were too sharp now and his lips split a bit too wide.

"How did you know that?" Jason asked, blue eyes narrowing. Danny nodded at the gravestone the boy was leaning against with a raised brow. Jason turned and almost toppled over from the movement. Danny frowned as the boy caught himself on his gravestone. His skin was still pale, too pale, and as Danny watched Jason swayed again.

"Shit. You're fading. You didn't form a core and your body isn't stabilizing." Danny cursed, moving towards the boy who scrambled back, only to be stopped by his grave.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jason asked, hands fisting as he tried to rise only to fall back to the ground when his legs refused to hold his weight.

"Saving your life. The dead aren't supposed to come back. There's always a price to pay, a balance that is struck. Currently, as you are, if I don't get enough ectoplasm in you to form your core, you'll fade and turn into a brain-dead husk." Danny told Jason, tone stern and no nonsense as he grabbed him. Jason made an effort to break free, but it was weak, and even at full strength, he wouldn’t have been able to break Danny's hold. Few in this realm could.

If they had the time, Danny would've approached this situation in a far different manner, but this close he could hear Jason's heartbeat, a weak flutter in his chest, skipping beats as it tried to fuel a body that was past saving. Jason didn't have the time for Danny to approach this gently and kindly, to coax trust out of the teen like he would a feral cat.

Jason had minutes left before his ectoplasm starved body consumed itself trying to make a core and failed because while wherever they were had more ambient ectoplasm than most places, it was far from enough to sustain the birth of a halfa. Maybe if Jason had stayed dead for another year, he'd have naturally formed a core and risen as a proper ghost. But that wasn't what happened, somehow he'd gathered enough to fix his body of whatever wounds or illness had put him in that coffin to begin with and come back to 'life' but without a core to sustain his body he'd be dead, again, in minutes. And Danny was not about to watch while a teenager, another teenager, died.

"How do I know I can trust you?" Jason hissed as Danny pushed his arms down and laid his clawed hands on Jason's chest.

"You don't. But you don't have another choice." Danny said with a shrug. "Now are you going to let me save your life or not?" Danny asked, not moving his hands. He'd save Jason either way but this would be easier if Jason worked with him.

"Fine." Jason spat and Danny smirked as his hands began to glow a toxic green that matched his eyes.

Ectoplasm pooled out of his hands and rushed into Jason, filling him until the boy glowed bright enough to rival the neon lights of the city around them. The green light flared around him like an aura, slowly shrinking but getting impossibly brighter as the glow centralized around his chest until a small glowing ball of green, like a trapped star, blazed from his chest.

Jason gasped, back arching as Danny pulled his hands away and the light vanished under Jason's skin. For a moment Jason's blue eyes burned green and his hair flashed snow white before returning to black, with one single lock of unearthly white left above his forehead. Jason collapsed back against his grave, chest heaving. Danny watched, eyes full of a sad understanding.

"What the fuck was that?" Jason panted out.

"Welcome to the world of the half alive, half dead." Danny said with a smile. "Want to get a burger and talk about it?" He asked, standing up and dusting off his hands.

"Make it a chili dog and you've got a deal."

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Fixed some typos added some lines

Maybe I'll continue this AU. Maybe not. This scene was in my head for days and I wanted to share