My Random Stuff

This is where I'll be posting a lot of random little things.

[otto192]

https://gofund.me/0b6f03f7

I normally don't ask for help from strangers but I desperately need help to get out of very terrible situation. And this is a time to swallow my own personal rules and pride.

My grandmother had to be put into a nursing home because of Alzheimer's/Dementia which caused my household to loose a social security check we really needed. Things are having to be cut to make the check we get last for the whole month. A family member decided to take over the finances without taking in our input and making decisions that are slowly fucking me over.

I've had my car taken away from me because the family member decided that we can't make the payment for this month while I'm applying to several different places to get a full time job. I've gotten yelled at, called spoiled and lazy, a male family member in my face and shoving me slightly, and threatened to have cops called on me for missing a payment.

What I'm asking is for some kind of help to get out of this toxic, financially abusive household. Sharing this to others, reblogging this post, donating whatever you can. Every little bit will help me honestly. Because I need to outright buy an older car along with state tax and insurance and putting a down payment on an apartment or whatever I find to rent along with a little wiggle room to make rent for 2-3 months without scrambling while finding work/working.

https://gofund.me/0b6f03f7

[otto192]

So, I had mange to move out of my terrible house thanks to an amazing coworker who became my roommate. However in the last two months things have turn again. Roommate’s mental health tanked to the point they quit and had to find a new job, we were getting stressed over bills, a toxic person in my roommate’s life threaten to remove their name from everything so I’m going have to put it all in my name now, and now my roommate is moving out. I’m going to be stuck with putting everything in my name along with the $525 rent. Which isn’t going to leave much for food or saving up for a car. I hate to keep asking for help but anything would help. Please.

[paxamericana]

you’re hearing it more and more

[kyrare]

Spotify Premium ad: “Imagine playing music without interruptions! Infinite skipping! Replay the song you want! And even do it offline? No ads! Whatever songs you want! For a small monthly payme-” Me: *nods, turns off Spotify and turns on my MP3 player and does all the things they offer, but for free and with songs they don’t even have*

[jimtheviking]

For those of you who might not know how to do any of this:

To convert CD audio into mp3s, you just follow the steps here

To play mp3 files, you download an mp3 player like Winamp here and away you go

On mobile? There are plenty of free mp3 players for your phone available, too, so check them out

You don’t need to be tethered to an online streaming service for your music. Be free.

[eroticcannibal]

You can also rip audio files from youtube and find files all over the internet. It is far easier to come across great and lesser known music if you dont limit yourself to spotify.

[n7punk]

Here’s a tutorial on how to get the music and playlists you like with unlimited listening/downloads. This is a free way to do it that I believe is a balance between cost, time, and pros & cons:

If you have the CDs, it will be easier to rip them. Most music managers include this feature and you will have all the track information loaded into the file. There are also pirate websites where you can download entire albums with their metadata attached, but there could be risks associated (I would worry more about viruses than lawsuits these days, though). Deciding a method for acquiring music is a balance of the required time, the alternative costs, and other pros/cons like supporting the artist or taking the risk of pirating sites.

1. Find the song on Youtube. YT has pretty much every song at this point, usually in comparable quality to what you would get on a streaming service.

This is great if you already listen to music on Youtube, but there might be a better method for going direct from Spotify, though this will work either way. The main downside to this method is that official music (and even lyric) videos sometimes have non-music portions so you might have to listen to the whole thing to be sure. SponsorBlock will highlight non-music sections for most artists, so if you have it installed you can tell at a glance if this is the case.

2. Download the audio from YT. There are many ways to download YT videos completely for free. It’s probably against the YT terms of service, but you’re not going to get sued.

I like y2mate for downloading YT videos (or their audio in mp3s) because it’s a simple, ad-free website. You just paste in the URL for the video you want to download. Sometimes it’s laggy and you have to come back later, but usually after a few moments the video loads, you select your download quality (the highest), and then save it. For easy file management, download everything in folders for the Artist, and then sub folders for the Album, and name the MP3 file the “song name”.mp3.

3. Upload to your music player/manager of choice. The file will currently be lacking metadata (Artist, Album, track number, etc) and will be added to the library as a song with its title set as the file name minus its .mp3 extension. Various music players/managers have different ways to add metadata (usually accessed by right-clicking the song) with varying ease.

iTunes is free and and logical if you have an iPhone, but limited in its capabilities. I do all my management/listening in MusicBee (free for Windows) because of its playlist and management features, as well as having a very customizable interface. You can set it to scan the folders you download music to so it will automatically load things into your library, or do so manually. Once loaded into MusicBee, you can batch edit an entire album’s metadata at once easily with Auto-Tagging. Auto-Tag can fetch the details from the internet and fill in artist, tracks, album artwork, etc and save that information to the mp3 file. You can edit this manually if needed too. Drag and drop the edited songs to any other player you may want to add them to so it can find the files.

4. Now you can use the player of your choice to listen endlessly, form playlists, etc. Some free music managers also have music discovery/recommendation features for expanding your collection.

MusicBee allows you to create playlists with folders, subfolders, and dynamic features. You can export these playlists for cross-platform play on other computers with MusicBee installed. I think the playlist features on MusicBee are better than what is on streaming services. You can create an auto-playlist of your recently-added music so you can easily find the ones that are new and might need need editing, adding to other playlists, etc. I have custom tags for music by LGBT artists, sapphic love songs, and more. I also drag-and-drop these playlists directly into iTunes so I have them on my phone too (you can do this to make a new playlist or just edit/add songs to a current one).

There are many music managers/players, including cross-platform ones with streaming, though they usually have fees for that feature. Because you aren’t streaming the music and rather storing it, you’ll need space on each device you want to play the music on, but memory is cheap these days.

You can buy a 2TB external harddrive for less than Spotify or Youtube Premium costs for six months, so having to store the songs isn’t much of a downside. Plus, the song will never “leave the service”, you can listen to it offline, etc.

I do encourage people to pay for art, especially from small, independent artists. You have to pay for art if you want to keep it alive, but there is debate over if streaming services are really “paying the artist”. Alternatives include buying and ripping CDs, purchasing merch or tour tickets (where artists make a lot of their money), etc to support them with something other than streaming views.

[night-dark-woods]

ID. a tweet from Don Hughes @/getfiscal dated Feb 18 21. it reads, “Started imagining paying for Spotify for the next thirty or so years and got a bit dizzy, cancelled a bunch of subscriptions, installed Linux on my computer and then pulled out my old CDs to rip. Going caveman.” End ID.

[uberguber89]

[ryttu3k]

Seconding MusicBee! Also, you can use a library subscription to access Freegal, which allows (depending on your library system) up to five free downloads a week. Completely free, actually legal, yours to keep, no DRM or any crap like that.

For indie producers, always check if they have something like Bandcamp! Bandcamp lets you download as well, and has significantly higher royalties going to the actual artists (Spotify pays them… very little).

[fluffmugger]

Jsyk, winamp rips cds natively.  You can set whatever bitrate you like.  Been doing *that* since last century. 

[audacityinblack]

It’s that time again:

GitHub - Igglybuff/awesome-piracy: A curated list of awesome warez and piracy links

A curated list of awesome warez and piracy links. Contribute to Igglybuff/awesome-piracy development by creating an account on GitHub.

[wikdsushi-v2]

Don’t forget that you can borrow CD’s from your local library! Borrow, rip, repeat ad infinitum!

[jughead-is-canonically-aroace]

for playing mp3s on android - musicolet, very customizable, bajillions of options, and you can edit the metadata in-app including album art and lyric files

on firefox - there’s a youtube video downloader add-on that lets you do it from page, though only as video - but most video players have an export-as-audio option

[benevolentwanderer]

If you have installation privileges, I would strongly suggest Mediahuman’s audio downloader which, in addition to scraping youtube audio can also capture from a variety of other sites, is highly configurable, does not rely on a website provider choosing not to become malware, AND downloads/converts the audio in around the amount of time it would take that video to load?

[esthers-wine]

[natureraisedphotography]

Cold return...

Lincoln, Vermont

[chinelada]

wanted to draw nm’s gang swapped out w the stars but it got out of hand, so, here’s some concepts for a swap + good ending au!!

dont know what to call this so if anyone has suggestions im all up for it!!!

nm and dream arent here because i didnt like how they turned out 💔💔

Individuals underneath for easier reading!

[flashesofblack]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

https://archiveofourown.org/works/80081586

My first post on ao3 and it’s a crack fic I wrote in 1 hour at 3 am. I genuinely have so many WIPs I thought it was going to be one of them. Anyways, check it out if you love DeadTired and want to laugh (hopefully)

[teapotofbees]

Chapter 10: The Ghost King

Final chapter of Charades Tumbling Down

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Speaking of which, Damian’s voice finally filters up from the floor of the lab, “Danny?” 

With the rush of relief that crashes through him, it’s almost tempting to gasp as he hears Damian speak up. Instead, Phantom turns his back to the ice covered portal and descends to join his– Phantom floats over to Damian. Hopefully they can still be friends after all of this.

“You’re…” Damian trails off, no longer looking down the barrel of a blaster as he lowers the nozzle to the floor and focuses his cleverly-bright eyes on Phantom.

“Yeah.” Phantom casually shrugs a shoulder, eyes sliding away in self-consciousness. He doesn’t need Damian to finish that statement, he understands that Damian is remembering the downtown ghost attack. (It’s kinda funny right now, they have the same ectoplasm green eyes.)

Damian manages his reactions, his face the mask that it always is, but Danny would swear that there is an open warmth to his tone as he speaks, “It’s nice to meet you, Specter.” 

Despite all things, Phantom actually snorts a laugh. “No, the name is Phantom.”

“Oh, well, hello.” Damian’s words are filled with a depth of unspoken emotion.

“Yeah, hi,” Phantom responds a little breathlessly (definitely, absolutely, just because of his scorched throat).

He’s become a little distracted, realizing that Damian is kneeling over Danny’s body.

[akemi2003]

Fic prompt #72

Dpxdc

For Danny Fenton (aka Danny Phantom), the problem was never having powers.

The problem was paperwork. and government agencies. and his parents.

So naturally he coped the only way a feral teenage ghost hero could: by committing identity fraud. repeatedly.

—-

Danny Fenton – The son of eccentric ghost-hunting scientists, publicly perceived as an average teenager, privately navigating the consequences of his parents’ experiments.

Danny Phantom – The town’s resident superhero, a half-ghost meta-human who protects the city from ectoplasmic threats.

Dennis Nightale – A fabricated civilian identity used to anonymously report criminal and paranormal activity to law enforcement without exposing his true nature.

Dr. Den Vale – A constructed academic persona presented as a parapsychology researcher who publicly challenges and debunks his parents’ more extreme ghost-theory claims, serving as intellectual damage control.

Devin Fonton – An occult and interdimensional specialist occasionally consulted by the Justice League for cases involving spectral anomalies and liminal-realm breaches.

Darian Voss – A private paranormal security consultant who operates internationally, investigating hauntings and containing ecto-biological threats under corporate contract.

Denton Raye – A media-facing paranormal analyst and podcast guest persona used to influence public perception about ghost phenomena while subtly steering narratives away from his own activities.

Derrin Holloway – A low-profile archival researcher embedded within historical societies, specializing in ancient spectral lore and forgotten interdimensional incidents.

[grounded-gryphon]

Gracious Goddess and Titan Tempests -- Chap 1 (Trials and Trios Part 5)

And we're back again! And once again you can find this fic on Ao3, though not the whole fic this time, because we are almost caught up and @writing-wraith-thephoenix and I are still writing the thing. Fully drafted, just edits to go! Hope you enjoy!

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Danny Fenton

Jason’s ghost-speak rumbled through the wall from the other side of the brownstone. /you need a political genius?/

On the one hand, Danny was hesitant. Jason hadn’t led them astray as far as surviving Gotham, but inter-dimensional, world-shattering politics? So he sent over a vague, half-convinced /yeah/

/how about a goddess?/

The whole Fraid rang out a chorus of /what the fuck?/ and Danny himself continued in order to get some fucking clarity. /confusion/ and /a goddess/ and /explanation please?/

/thoughtful-think she would?/ So Dick apparently also knew this goddess. Danny’s eyes narrowed, considering. No way they were talking about the first person that came to mind.

/if I ask her?-hell yeah/ Jason paused, and Danny picked up on feel of a small shale slide. Apparently, the sometimes crime lord had nerves about this. /if she remembers/

Dick snorted. /as if she could forget/

Tucker raised an eyebrow. "Is this some kind of secret family deity or something?" Honestly? Fair question. Though the way they spoke of her didn’t seem too secretive. Dick confirmed this when he burst out laughing.

"What? It's a reasonable question!" Tucker did like to be the brilliant one. Though his brilliance was still better focused on technological gadgets and code than people. Sam snorted.

"Sorry, just... the idea of Diana being a secret anything." Wait. Danny’s mind blue-screened. His first hunch had been right??

"Diana?" Tucker gaped. "Like... Wonder Woman??" /that Diana??/

Danny shook his head. /amusement/ bubbled up in his core like a tiny solar flare.

Jason popped his head through the wall. Was probably working on the ghost powers as he had the chance. "You're calling Martian Manhunter about this, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Give him a message to Wonder Woman for me. Tell him..." Jason stopped as his core shifted a bit, then forced himself to take a breath, "Tell him that her little one is asking her to help you on this." Her little one. Huh. With the way Jason’s cheeks colored, he might also be nervous about this.

Jazz’s phone in hand, the young Ghost King hit dial on the day-to-day number listed in the contacts. Martian Manhunter answered on the third ring. "Hello Heart's Flame. How may I assist you?"

"Not Heart's Flame. I used her phone so you'd recognize the number. I'm… King Phantom." Danny closed his eyes. No point in breathing right now. He needed his focus.

"Your majesty. Of course. Is something wrong?"

Well, that was one way to put it. "I've been informed of the upcoming press conference. I wanted to request some assistance in the preparations, as well as make sure Lex Luthor will not interfere."

"Luthor?" Why was MM surprised?

"It was his Presidential pen that signed my people's extermination order." Ice frosted over his fingers and shirt, a cloud that didn’t affect the phone, but the growl in both his throat and his core came through the microphone clearly. /shit, that came out nastier than I meant/

The scowl on Sam’s face spoke volumes. She clearly thought he should’ve been nastier, but Tuck gave him a thumbs up.

There was a moment of silence, then, "I am sorry, I had not made the connection. I see the concern."

Danny closed his eyes, swallowed a couple of times to get the growl to lessen. "I understand, and I'm glad you see the concern. Now, regarding my request for assisting in preparations," here goes nothing. "I have a message for Wonder Woman. Her little one is asking her to help me on this."

Another pause. "Wonder Woman's 'little one' is asking her to help you on this," Martian Manhunter repeated. "She happens to be on the Watchtower now, if you can wait a moment, I will relay the message."

"Of course. Thank you." /suspicious/ and /nervous/ and /keep it together, you got this/

Jazz put a hand on his shoulder. The flame of her core still carried a smokiness to it, and she did not actively use her powers, but the warmth of her presence was enough. He could do this. They could do this.

Martian Manhunter returned a few minutes later. Was that genuine surprise in the Martian’s voice? "Wonder Woman... requests... a meeting at your earliest convenience."

Danny stopped every muscle in his body, lungs first and flowing out from there. Huh. Apparently he could induce a kind of rigor mortis at will. That was new, but it kept him from choking on snark and his own spit. After a moment frozen in time, he balled his free hand into a fist and turned to the Fraid and Dick, mouth forming the word 'help!' as his ghost-speak blew his panic into each of them. /she wants to meet at my earliest convenience??-where-when/ Telling himself /don't panic-don't panic-it's fine/ wasn’t really helping.

/Clocktower?/ Dick suggested. /she knows how to find it/

/I'm coming with you/ Jason said, voice steady and with an odd undercurrent of something Danny didn’t recognize. /it'll be fine/

Jazz Fenton

Jazz smiled and opened her hand for the phone. Danny’s voice was steady as he spoke, "I will let Heart's Flame arrange the details with you. She is aware of my schedule."

The tremor between their hands as he passed her the phone told her much more about her little brother’s nerves than he wanted known right now. That was fine. He was worried about all of them. Everything. As she brought the phone to her ear, his ghost-speak crackled like footsteps on a moon surface. /not sure about the Clocktower/ and /too much observation/ and /guess that's a moot point now, I don't know/

Keeping an ear out for meeting places, Jazz said, "Hello again, Martian Manhunter. I do apologize for the surprise. His Majesty asked me for your contact information as soon as he made the connection to Luthor."

/understand-lots of other rooftops/ Thank the powers that Dick understood Danny’s concern about sitting right in front of the Bat’s big screen.

Martian Manhunter replied, "That is quite alright, I understand his majesty's concern. In light of this, do you think it would be feasible to advance the timetable for the press conference?"

Danny nodded. Was his hearing improving? She was still close, but hadn’t expected him to hear that. However, he knew what he was saying when he offered /Wednesday at the latest/. Then he turned to Dick /someplace abandoned-few people/

"Wednesday would be the latest we want to hold the press conference."

/warehouse on Folton and 3rd-no ones moved in yet but in decent condition/ Jason knew the Alley intimately and Jazz trusted his judgment on this.

She nodded. "There is a warehouse in Gotham, Folton and 3rd St. It is currently unoccupied. His Majesty will be there in an hour."

"Very well. I will work on rescheduling the press conference and have a final time for you this evening."

"Thank you. Good day." Jazz hung up and slumped into the couch, eyelids heavy. A cold hand gripped her shoulder briefly. Danny. He needed to rest. He needed a break. He needed- "Come on, sis. Let's get you back to bed." No. Not that. She couldn’t.

"But...the press conference..." She had to handle it. She had to be okay for this. She had to at least shield Danny a little from this mess. /concern-worry/

"I will handle that. You still have healing to do." /PROTECT/

Jazz sighed, head dropping a bit. No. No, she couldn’t… But she had to. She had to let him do this. Danny was right. She was still injured. Overspent. And she hated it as much as she hated Dick’s frown when Danny made that declaration.

Sam sighed. "So I guess that's happening."

Jason disappeared into the center wall, returning with Ellie and enough baking pans to feed an army. "We're stealing your oven for the next batch. Danny's right, Jazz, you need rest." She glared at him, but couldn’t keep any force behind it.

Danny directed a question at Dick, and whatever the reply, Dick was /concerned/ Weren’t they all, at this point? Whatever. Jazz slumped against Danny, exhaustion suddenly clear and present in every tendon, muscle, and core flicker. Someone said something, and then Dick picked her up in a bridal carry. She mustered enough energy to try another glare. "Jerk. I can walk."

Jason’s /humor/ followed them as Danny snorted and led the way up the stairs. Intangibility brushed her insides. Maybe she should’ve warned Dick. Not like the man could’ve fought the pull. Soon enough, though, Jazz burrowed into her sheets and became blissfully unaware of anything for a bit.

Dick Grayson

Dick walked the three steps to Jazz’s bedroom and heard Danny behind him. "Yeah. Yeah, I'll...be in the living room. This one. On this side. Uh...yeah..." And Danny hurrying down the stairs. /nervous-breathe-it's fine/

Shaking his head in confusion, Dick carefully placed the mostly-asleep Jazz into her bed and tucked her in. God knew the woman needed all the rest she could get. Dropping a kiss on her forehead, he turned and followed Danny down the stairs.

"So. I'm guessing there was something you wanted to talk about?" he asked Danny.

"Well, I mean... I don't know. I wanted to… thanks... For yesterday. And your suggestions today. And… being there for Jazz… and us..." Danny ran a hand through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Oh. Yeah, of course." Danny didn’t need to thank him for that, but it was kind of nice to be appreciated.

“So… How you holding up?”

Dick took a breath. “I’m... okay I think.” /breathing/ Talking with the team had helped a lot, and when he’d had time to think about it, so had Lady Gotham’s promise. No matter what happened, he wouldn’t be separated from his family.

Danny plopped down on a nearby chair with a crooked smile. “Maybe it’s none of my business… but I’m kinda not buying it. And if you tell me to fuck off, I will.”

“Oh don’t get me wrong,” Dick chuckled. “It was a hell of a shock and I’m still adjusting. But I came to terms with the fact that my night job would probably kill me a long time ago. At least now I know for sure that dying won’t be an end.

“I wouldn’t say I’m happy about it, certainly not turning any cartwheels, but I’m also not going to fall into a depression or have a break down. ‘Okay’ is a pretty good word for that.”

“Fair enough. Guess having to face death daily would do that.”

Through the wall, Dick heard Ellie’s /discovery/

Danny frowned, glanced over at the wall. Then Danny turned back to Dick, his own ghost speak quieter than Dick was used to by now. “I’m glad you have your fraid.”

Dick smiled. “Me too! Between the Titans checking in every hour and Jazz and Jason hovering, I don’t have a chance to worry about anything.” /family/ the ghost speak glinted faintly, a soft thing, very different from the mountain of Jason’s obsession.

“Yeah, that’s fair.” Danny laughed, partly jovial, partly sad and a bit pained.

Dick’s phone beeped. “Speak of the devil...” Dick said, pulling the phone out. /worried/

Danny raised an eyebrow.

Dick returned Danny’s eyebrow. “Are you okay?”

“I…” Danny shrugged.

“I know what it feels like to be the responsible party in a clusterfuck like this, Danny. Being the leader sucks sometimes. But you aren’t alone.”

“At least you had some practice…” a faint whisper Dick barely caught of /jealous/

Which… Dick can’t exactly blame him. “And a hell of a lot more support than you’ve had, from the sounds of it. But – and I know you have good reason to not trust the League – you have some of that support available to you now, if you want it.” /understanding/

“I had… basically Sam, Tucker, and Jazz. And they knew less than I did half the time. Jazz set up a meeting with MM and me tomorrow… so… we’ll see. I never really blamed them… just… Hell, I dunno...”

“Not just the League, Danny. You’ve got the Bats in your corner now, and now that the Titans know what’s going on they will absolutely back you up as well.” His phone beeped again.

Danny met his eyes, brow creased. “Wait… really?” /confused-unsure-hopeful/

“Really, Danny.” Dick paused as a memory surfaced. “You know, Bruce was that close to trying to adopt you when you started talking with your parents again.” He winked. His phone beeped again.

“Bullshit.” Danny snorted. “Also, you may want to check that.”

“Believe what you like kid. I saw the papers.” Well it hadn’t actually been adoption papers. Just a renewal of Bruce’s emergency foster parent status. Still, Dick was sure it wouldn’t have stopped there. Dick finally checked his phone. Looked like Raven was done with her research binge. “Huh.” He started typing.

“Sure, sure. Everything okay?”

“Raven would like all of us to sit down with you and make plans for this trip.”

Danny frowned. “We’ve got a few hours til movie night... Nope. No. Not before movie night. Not after either. Thursday?”

“Yeah, that should work.” They hashed out an exact time that Dick could give the Titans.

“You should probably go, get ready for your meeting," Dick said, "And I've got more reading to do."

"Ah. Yeah. You okay for another trip through the wall?"

"Sure."

Danny offered his hand, walking backward into the wall, and an instant later, they were in the living room. It was still a strange feeling, not at all the same as when M’gann made something intangible.

In the trio’s kitchen, Tucker and Sam were helping prep snacks for movie night. Mostly cleaning bowls so they could be reused.

“Can we make one big cookie?” Ellie was saying.

“You know what? Sure, why not. So instead of making it into balls...”

“Awesome!”

Danny grinned, watching from the living room. "Apparently we're having giant cookies today." /calm-happy/

"I'm a little surprised we're only getting one," Dick whispered back. /relaxed-teasing/

"Nah, he wouldn't deprive us like that." /fun-laughter/

Dick chuckled.

From the kitchen, he heard, "Okay. Time to get this in the oven. Normally cookies only need to bake for about 10 minutes, but something this big will need longer. We'll need to check on it every 5 or so to be sure we take it out at the right time." /joy/

Dick was suddenly blinking away tears, his ghost speak a mess of /oh god-he's...-my Jason-happy/ Impulsively, he reached out and pulled Danny into a hug. "Thank you."

Danny was still a moment, then hugged him back. /breathe/ "Not sure what I did, but you're welcome."

/Dick?-curious-concerned/ Jason sent, but Dick didn’t know how to answer so he replied to Danny instead.

"I can't remember the last time I saw Jason be actually happy. Just... having fun. You didn't just bring him back to us, you brought him back to himself. Thank you." /gratitude-grief-joy/

Danny snorted. /gentle humor-serious/ "Blame Jazz." Somehow, Dick could tell his next ghost speak was directed at Jason. /he's just adjusting to everything/

/curious-concerned-won't pry/ floated over from Ellie.

Dick… had feelings about the way everything he felt was out there for everyone to hear and while he was processing that Jason moved into the living room and hugged Dick from behind. Jason was a lot more inclined to touch and hug than Dick remembered and right now he was kind of grateful for it.

"Right here Dickiebird."

/embarrassed/ "Fucking ghost speak,” Dick muttered.

Danny laughed.

Jason Todd

Not long after the cookie was out of the oven and cooling, Hood (in domino but not mask) and Danny headed for the roof and their meeting with Wonder Woman. Hood was /eager-longing-nervous/ and didn’t bother trying to hide it, since he was sure his body language gave him away anyway.

When they got to the roof, Danny transformed into Phantom, and Hood was surprised to see even more changes to his appearance. What was once a hazmat suit, looked like some kind of mech armor made of deep space infused with star shine. Phantom had managed to create a helmet as well. It tapered to points near his mouth, but rounded out in a sharp crest around the crown of his head. The crest was made of planetary rings, and cosmic ice decorated his knee high boots and articulated gloves. The glow from his eyes was the only feature in the void where his face should be.

It was kind of impressive.

They got to the warehouse without any difficulty and Hood scouted it out quickly. It was clearly abandoned in a hurry, with a fair bit of stuff left behind in whatever bugout happened. He was going to need to take a closer look at this place later. But for now it was empty as promised and no sign of hidden dangers, so he signaled Phantom it was safe to come over.

Hood’s ghost sense was able to track the invisible Phantom as he flew over to the warehouse roof and found a spot against a roof access to lean against. He reappeared after a moment, his ghost-speak all /nervous-not ready for this-too much happening/

"Anyway I can help?" Hood asked, sending /support/

"I don't know." Phantom's voice was ethereal and uncanny in a way Hood had never heard before, still Danny, but shifted. Higher or lower he wasn’t sure. Maybe both in some weird way. "I've never met a goddess. And somehow I don't think kicking my predecessor's ass counts as 'meeting' him." /not the same way, anyway/

"Nope, not at all." /it's okay-she's cool/

/yeah?-hopeful/

Hood tried to project his faith in Diana, to give Danny a sense of why he trusted her so much. "Yeah. Diana's… she's the best. And she will absolutely have your back."

Phantom nodded, glowing eyes half-closed beneath his helmet. "We've still got a few minutes, yeah?" /trying to figure out how to do this/ and /not used to being official and shit/

"Yeah, little bit." /don't worry about being official-be yourself-she ain't into the formal shit either/

"Oh, thank fuck." /still not showing her my human form/

Hood shook his head. "Kinda figured. You're… not exactly your normal right now."

Phantom's head snapped up and he met Hood's eyes, though there was still no hint of a face except the glowing eyes. /not normal?/

Hood concentrated, trying to send Phantom an image of what he looked like through ghost speak.

Phantom blinked and looked down at his mech-style armor. "Oh. Whoops. But, I mean, I'm sure my face still looks normal. She'll probably recognize me anyway."

"Yeah... you don't exactly have a face at the moment."

Phantom’s eyes widened. "I… what? I don't… what??" /anxiety-nervous/

"Hey, it's okay! Nothing wrong with it. Just thought you were going extra secret or something."

"I just… I'm scared she'll recognize me. I don't want to be recognized outside of the people who already know. I guess maybe it's an instinct thing?" As he spoke, the black void where his face should be lessened a bit, more like the deep shadows of night between the stars of the Milky Way. There were hints of features there now.

"Makes sense." /it'll be okay-support/

"Yeah. Yeah that-" he cut off abruptly, attention gone from Hood and on something else. /what the.../

Hood felt it too, coming fast and smooth across the star-spattered sky. He felt a grin split his face, an expression he hadn’t thought he was capable of anymore. But though he hadn’t felt it in years, and never from so far away, Hood knew that feeling of reliable power like he knew himself – hell probably better than he knew himself, these days. "That," he said with /satisfaction-joy-peace/ "is a goddess."

"Oh." /shit, I can sense deities??/

Before Hood could reply, Wonder Woman landed lightly on the roof across from them.

[neonnewsfeed]

Soulmate Body Swap AU — DC x DP

The universe really picked the worst possible timing.

It’s a full-scale disaster: Parademons swarming the sky, an alien invasion tearing through the city, Arkham villains running wild. Every hero available is already fighting at their limit. Comms are chaos. Backup isn’t coming. This is an all-hands, survive-the-night kind of battle.

And then the comm channel crackles.

“Uh… hi. Question. Is now a bad time to mention I think I just soul-swapped with someone?”

Silence.

Every hero listening feels the same stomach-dropping horror.

That voice isn’t familiar.

That is almost definitely a civilian.

Some random person is now standing in the middle of an active battlefield wearing a hero’s body — surrounded by monsters, explosions, and supervillains.

Command instantly shifts tone.

“Stay calm. Don’t engage. We’re coming to you now. Tell us what you see.”

Danny looks down.

“Oh. Cool. A sword. I kinda know how to use this.”

(Which is somehow worse.)

They brace for screaming. Panic. A rescue operation.

Instead, ten minutes later—

“Great news! Some of my powers are attached to my soul, so I can still use them in this body! Fun discovery!”

Energy readings spike. Lazarus radiation starts dropping wherever he moves.

Two minutes after that:

“…okay but who’s a big eldritch soul-eating puppy dog? You are! Yes you are, good boy!”

Meanwhile, Danny’s soulmate — currently trapped in Danny Fenton’s very human-looking body — is having a full existential crisis. No powers. No gear. No idea where their soulmate is except somewhere inside a war zone.

They finally track the energy signature.

They arrive expecting disaster.

Instead they see:

Danny, glowing faint green with borrowed Lazarus energy, riding an enormous ghost dog straight into battle, weapon raised, laughing like this is the most fun he’s had all week as enemies scatter in absolute terror.

Sam (over comms): yeah, that checks out.

Tucker: he adapts fast.

Danny’s soulmate: …………

Because apparently their soulmate is an eldritch chaos gremlin who treats apocalypses like enrichment activities , Part 2

[myfictionalromance]

A Ghost at Gotham University Pt.11

DP x DC | Danny Fenton x Tim Drake | Masterlist

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🦇 ݁˖  ݁𖥔 . 

11:56:00 pm Oct.31st

Batman and Robin had just finished battling a crew of Joker goons. Their boss was nowhere to be seen of course, this Halloween treat was meant to be more of a prank than a full scale attack. However, literally no one but the Joker would consider a volatile gang of masked clowns spraying laughing gas to be a “small prank.”

With hazardous chemicals contained and dangerous street thugs restrained; Batman was eager to follow up on Nightwing’s distress signal. Red Robin and Hood hadn’t updated since their initial check in, and it was almost midnight. Professionally? Batman’s gut knew something had likely gone wrong. Personally? Bruce’s mamma bear instincts were going wild. He was doing his best to keep that in check though.

An alert from Oracle came through just as they had reached the Batmobile. “B, we’re starting to see reports from the university…”

“Campus administration is aware of the situation?” He asked, surprised, as he and Robin both strapped in. 

“N-no, they’re student reports- on social media. Take a look.” Batman paused to pull out his communicator. Pulled up on the screen were an accumulation of posts.

Robin’s eyebrow raised at the way his father’s shoulders visibly tensed under his armor. 

“Tt.”

Bruce stoically ignored his youngest’s quiet sass, and turned his attention back to the mission- shifting gears and slamming his foot down on the gas pedal. The batmobile screeched with fury as it drifted around a city block, taking off into the night.

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖🦇💔🪦 ݁˖  ݁𖥔 .

11:59:30 pm Oct.31st

Jason was not having a good time. 

For one, he couldn’t believe he was about to get ritually sacrificed on Halloween. How corny was that? This could only get worse if he died again and was resurrected as an actual zombie. The shame alone would send him back to the grave.

For two… it turns out being ritually sacrificed really fucking hurts. 

Honestly, he hadn’t even had enough time to realize this could potentially kill them before Klarion began the spell. There hadn’t been any blood spilt, no dangerous scary ritual knife getting waved around. One minute they’d been trying to mess up the stupidly intricate salt circle, and the next he was tied up by dumbass magic rope.

It all happened so quickly. 

“Tsekrad thgindim no lla swollah eve…”

He didn’t feel it the moment Klarion began the incantation… but the longer it went on…

“E̠̦h̑t̺  daed era edam ot e̸s̺ͪi̛͇ř̶̯. Eht reirrab si niht…”

He felt bile build at the back of his throat…

“Rieht htap si raelc. I llac nopu eht taerg t͊̅ͪn̕ā̡ry̎t̄̓̕. Eht eno esohw drow si wal.”

Heavy thuds pounded through his skull, aching and pulsing. A ringing began in his ears…

“Eht eno ohw sngier emerpus revo lla rehto ni eht etinifni slaer.”

There was the strange pop and crackle of static, as the salt and chalk took on an eerie green hue. The air grew dense and Hood could feel the hair on the back of his neck rise…

“Eh̷t̻͠ et̤̍͋ḣ͆͋g̘i̵̛̪m̬̜ e̺̬̲n̸ͥͫo̿ eht͆ s͚̜t͙ͫͧn͓ḙic̓̃n͍̊a̦ ra͕͜ef̈̕ ev̿ͅo̺͛ba̮̺͋ lͤ͊ͥl͍a ḛ̌̓s͙͘l̒͠è̪.̦̱̉..” 

A grand flash of light appeared, pulsing and growing from the circle, following its path like electricity through a circuit. Jason could see the pure terror in Zatanna’s eyes. Then he felt a stirring in his chest. It felt gross. It felt thick. He could feel it in his lungs. Did she feel this too? Were they all feeling this? With every beat of his loud heart, he could feel it pulsing through his veins…

 “Ẻ̴̘͈̦̝̳̂̐̎ͅH̴̩̠̞̐̈́́͞͡T̰ͪ̿_̸̮̺̗̱ͦ͗͛ͩ̅ͥ́̓ T̵̠͚̟̥̜͊̋̀̈_S̠̝̱ͯ̒̔̏̀̇́͝͞O̵̯͈͚̠͊ͩ̈̑H̵̩͇̥ͨ̊̑̆̓̅̉̕G̶̛̘͈̗̔̿ͯ̔̚͞ G̟̯͖ͨ̂͝͞͡N͖̝̲_̲̔ͣ́͟͟Í̉͝K̴̶̡̨̢̳̰̱̰̟͈ͭ͂̑͌ͯ͂̚͢!̹͙̜̜̘͗̂ͪ͂ͫ̈́͜͜͡͞͝   !“

The witchboy’s chanting had taken on an echoing and demonic sound, bouncing off the wall and matching the pulsing ache in his head. There was a familiar PING from the other side of the circle, what must be Tim’s watch. It was midnight, and they were so fucked.

“It’s showtime…” Klarion clenched a glowing fist in the air.

The pain was sudden and intense. What felt like hot lightning raced up his spine and made every nerve ending burn. He was dimly aware of the fact that he was screaming, but it was drowned out by the sound rushing and whirring power that was circling the room like a vortex. Jason wished he could see his brothers, but with all the effort it took to squint, there was only a blinding green light.

It almost seemed like it would last forever, what couldn’t have been more than half a minute had felt like hours. The relief was gradual, he didn’t even notice the lessening pain until it was almost gone, the last of it seeping out through his fingertips. His throat felt hoarse, and his head was spacey. Green spots and darkness danced through his vision as the room came back into focus.

His gaze flicked around the now glowing circle. Tim was across from him and Nightwing on his left, both his brothers were sweating and panting but seemed okay, Thank God. Lolling his head toward Zatanna, her eyes were flickering, as if she was fighting to stay conscious. Jason wondered if she had felt it in her bones like he did, or if it affected the magician differently. 

Well at least we aren’t dead. At least- I think we arent…

His attention was drawn back to the circle that was slowly oozing with a thick green substance that almost looked like… the pits! It was slowly dawning on Jason how familiar that pain had been. The nausea and sick energy in his blood- it had felt so much like the Lazarus pit. The only thing missing was the intense and all consuming rage. 

I definitely don’t feel like stabbing anyone other than the witchboy. Normal bloodlust levels for sure…

The green ooze had filled the floor space ensconced by the salt, and was bubbling like a cartoon witch cauldron. Klarion hadn’t lost his devious smirk, but was certainly growing impatient. “Hurry up you useless heap of ectoplasm,” he whined petulantly.

The bubbling started to rise and take form, like a creature rising from a mudpile. Jason could make out an arch that seemed to be the spine of a person, held aloft by unsteady arms attempting to form. It writhed and contorted painfully, and there was a deep groaning wail growing steadily louder from beneath the viscous concoction.

This is so gross, oh my God. Jason was going to need to wash his eyes out in the shower later.

A head finally emerged from the thick pile of boiling ick, and not just a head, but a screaming mouth to boot. The scream seemed to hit a frequency that made Jason glad his helmet was still on, was the building shaking too? It was. Cracks formed in the old concrete, snaking up the sides of the walls. 

Thankfully the green slime began to dissolve from the screaming figure, evaporating to reveal bright tan skin and shocking white hair. This supposed existential eldritch threat- looked like a kid? A pretty tall kid, sure; but he looked so small in his current hunched over pose. His screeching petered out into a retch, as he hacked and expelled excess gunk from his lungs.

I suppose I hadn’t looked much better after crawling out of the pit either.

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𖦹˖°.👻☕ ̟࿔*:⋆

Danny was pissed off.

Summonings were supposed to be rare. That’s what Frostbite had said.

“The rituals for summoning the high king are very complex, oh Great One. Complex and shrouded in mystery. Most cultural knowledge of the Infinite Realms has been lost to time afterall.”

Danny had been counting on that. His first summoning had been terrifying. It hadn’t been like falling through a portal- it had been closer to what he imagined spaghettification through a black hole would feel like. Even from the human realm, summoning the Ghost King meant powerful magic manipulating the very fabric of reality, dragging his ectoplasm through cracks between dimensions to the source of the call.

Summonings themselves were common enough as a magical practice- usually painless and benign unless the caster layered in defenses. The grand exceptions were entities like the ancients- who had a natural influence over reality. Beings with that kind of existential, volatile nature shrugged off simple summoning magic like water off a duck’s back.

The most notable of those entities was Pariah Dark. The former King of the Infinite Realms had amassed power rivaling the other Ancients. Even now, dethroned and sealed in the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep, he would likely still be a force to reckon with if ever freed.

It was almost embarrassing, thinking about the difference between himself and Pariah. Danny wasn’t a billion years old. He wasn’t some haunting eldritch nightmare beyond human imagination. Heck- he wasn’t even completely dead yet.

This was what Frostbite theorized caused it to hurt so much. Those spells were built for a titan whose body was more ectoplasm and stardust than flesh and bone. 

Which was also why the summons would force him to go ghost- his human form was the only thing that anchored him outside of the infinite realms. It was like a glitch in the system the spell couldn’t account for. 

“In this way- you should be able to resist it. I have cause to believe if you can maintain your human form during a summons, you could resist the pull until it runs out of power.”

Maybe he should have taken Frosty up on practicing that…

Not only was this liquefication of a summoning excruciatingly painful- but when he finally reformed he was practically choking on his own ecto. Nasty. With a couple of deep hacks, he cleared the crap from his system. He even had to shake his head to get it out of his ears, probably looking like a dog in a mudpile. This is just embarrassing.

He took a few hesitant blinks- trying to clear the green spots from his eyes, he could barely even make out what he was seeing. Directly in front of him was a teen seated in a chair- dressed up in a Red Robin costume for halloween, and behind him was another kid who looked like some kind of Adams Family character. 

Danny blinked a few more times before he finally pieced it together.

“You have GOT to be kidding me…”

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖🦇💚☕️ ݁˖  ݁𖥔 .

Holy Shit. 

That’s the ghost king? 

Did he just crawl out of a magic lazarus pit?

Tim’s mind was racing a mile a minute. Aside from that ritual ranking in the top ten of nastiest things he’s ever witnessed, he didn’t expect the allegedly horrifying entity Pariah Dark to be a hot twink in a black jumpsuit. This couldn’t be who Zatanna and Jason Blood were so worried about…this was a crashout twenty-something currently laid out in the family guy death pose.

When he did start moving, it was only to get into a more crouched position as he hacked and coughed. More green ick splattered on the ground beneath him. It matched the Lazarus water looking goo he’d emerged from, which had implications that Tim didn’t especially love. It was certainly different from the real thing- this substance seemed to flow as if it had a mind of its own, and right now it was dissolving into nothing as it gradually receded. But anyone who’d seen a Lazarus Pit would recognize the distinct stench and aura.

The lithe figure was still sprawled out on the church floor but had discreetly lifted his head to observe the situation. He was blinking rapidly- as if trying to bring the room into focus. Dazzling green eyes met Tim’s gaze- eyes that matched the green of a Lazarus pit. Tim could hear him mutter indignantly, “You have got to be kidding me…” 

Then Klarion began screeching.

“Who are you!? You are NOT PARIAH DARK!” 

Not Pariah Dark? Tim was floored. He’d just had his soul nearly sucked out by ancient magic, and this wasn’t the eldritch entity they were looking for?

“PHANTOM!?!?” Came a second- but equally annoying- screech from the side of the chapel. 

Wes and Rowan were peeking out from behind a cracked column. Rowan looked scared shitless, but Wes looked downright pissed off. The summoned being turned its sharp eyes to the students, shooting them a withering glare before turning back to Klarion.

He moved to stand on his unsteady legs. “Like he said- I’m Phantom.” Fixing the witch boy with a steely expression of determination, his frail form shifted into a strong defensive stance, head held high and a fist clenched at his side. “Unfortunately for you, Pariah Dark is not available for summons. And won’t be for the foreseeable future.” 

The witchboy groaned with irritation, flicking through his grimoire for answers. “You imbeciles must have done something wrong!” His fury turned back towards the cowering students, with only Wes seemingly having the bright idea to start running. Rowan was still glued to the spot, with watering eyes unable to look away from the witch he’d been taking orders from all week. 

How did Klarion convince this kid to help him anyway? Surely this was something he could have set up himself. Why bother with a middleman? Fortunately, Klarion’s redirected ire had drawn his focus away from powering the restraints. The ropes were now loose enough for Tim to get to a knife. Unfortunately for Rowan, the Witch Boy was advancing quickly, as were the odds of him being turned into a toad. Either way, Tim needed to get out of these ropes- and fast.

“You did something, didn't you! You and your little friend!” Red power thrummed through Klarion’s hands, volatile and ready to strike. “I wanted Pariah Dark! I wanted the Ghost King!”

Tim had reached his knife. He just had to start cutting. He wasn’t going to make it in time to distract Klarion. Maybe one of his brothers had the same idea, someone had to be fast enough-

“H̷̖̣͐ È̶̗ Y̶̥̊̄” The intense yell from the circle reverberated with a strange aura of authority. Klarion was halted in his tracks. Even the vigilantes held their breath. 

The temperature in the room seemed to plummet under Phantom’s icy stare.

“You’re looking at him.”

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[calciumdreams]

My vision of the swap skellies!!!

[forgetful-nerd]

Leo nearly died like—what—four times???

[ghostlypj]

HORRETALE

WHAT IF: Frisk suddenly RESET after 7 years? (Horrortale's alternative timeline)

✧ meet NULLI SANS !

“SANS? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

“paps, i-i...i feel...sick.”

“...”

“LET'S...JUST EAT, BROTHER.”

“i can't.”

I decided to explore this silly idea I had of Horror sans :p (Papyrus/Peal's ref is still in progress!)

Not exactly sure where I'm going with this AT, but hey, Nulli's expression is quite fun to draw! Might post about him more, MIGHT.

And about Nulli's magic, let's say... DETERMINATION doesn't bond well with him, esp since he'd gone YEARS without food and magic before :)

[ Horror sans belong to sour-apple-studios ! ]

[renare456]

Defective Bitty AU Master Post!

This is simply a Master Post for any important information or art about my bitty AU Defective! And so I can try to be organized-

AO3

Defective Fanfic

I love this AU a lot so I'd thought I'd have fun with writing the story out. Note that I'm no where near professional when it comes to writing and updates may be slow <3

Info Posts/Designs

DB Ink - Design and Information | Old Doodles

DB Dream - Design (Old) and Information | New Design

DB Nightmare - Bad Sanses Info Dump and Designs (Old) | New Design

DB Error - New Design

[bunrux]

googoogaga time for you Cross - jaelarteo Dust/Murder - Ask-DustTale Killer - Rahawabas Horror - Soul-Apple-Studios

[goshdangdoodles]

Just another mission~

This one was supposed to just take me 2 days max, but I got busy and THEN decided to overcomplicate things, lmao, but I like it~

Nightmare was my favorite part and the main thing I wanted to work on, which is kinda obvious in hindsight, lmao. If I had given myself more time I’d have fixed some of the sketches specially towards the end Kuz they’re kinda ugly, lololol.

BUT good test. I needed to do this before moving on in a bigger animatic I’m working on.