#chintastic

[imekitty]

Danny gets PTSD during what was supposed to be a fun and relaxing date night with Paulina.

Angst and Pink Astronaut, my two favorite things. uwu

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“Danny? Is that you, rico?”

Danny shut the front door behind him and hung his coat on the rack before entering the living room. “I’m the only other person who lives here, so I would hope so.”

Paulina beamed up at him from where she sat cross-legged on the couch. “Finally! You’ve been gone ages.” She held her arms out to him. “Come here already.”

Danny took her hands and barely had time to react before she pulled him onto the couch beside her and covered his face with kisses.

“We saw each other this morning,” Danny said with a laugh.

“Like I said, ages ago.” Paulina nuzzled her head under his chin and sighed deeply. “How was your day?”

“Just some preliminary work at the observatory. What about yours?”

“Wrote up some great content for my blog.” Paulina held up a hand. “But I had time for a manicure. What do you think?”

Danny gently took her hand and rubbed his thumb over the back of it. “It’s really soft. Smells good, too.”

“But what do you think of the nails?”

Paulina splayed her fingers, showing off the long and pointy pink acrylic nails decorated with gold sparkles and rhinestones.

“They’re pretty,” said Danny.

Paulina giggled. “I still think you should join me one day. Your hands could really use some TLC after all you put them through during ghost fights.”

“Look, I’ll let you give me a manicure if you want, but no way I’m going to an actual nail salon.”

“Aw, why not? Too girly for you?”

“No, but remember that one time you took me to your hair stylist and you all ended up giving me an entire makeover including waxing?”

“I can’t help that you’re the perfect doll.”

Paulina kissed his nose. Danny rolled his eyes.

“So.” Paulina stroked the hair behind his ear. “Should we make dinner or order delivery?”

Danny checked the time on his phone. “It’s still a little early for dinner, isn’t it?”

“Mmm. Did you have something else in mind you wanted to do right now?”

“Well. I mean. I’m sure I could think of a few things.”

Paulina ran her hands under his shirt, pressing her fingertips against his skin. Danny allowed her to push him onto his back on the couch with his head on the armrest. He pulled his legs up underneath her while she straddled him.

“The nice thing about these loose shirts you wear is it’s so easy to get underneath them,” said Paulina, rubbing her palms over his chest.

Danny slipped his own hands under her shirt and ran them up her back, caressing the lovely curve of her spine. “What’s under your shirt is much more interesting, though.”

“Mmm, I’m not so sure about that.”

Paulina grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up his chest, up and over his head and down his arms and onto the floor. She purred and pressed her palms against his pecs.

“Been working out?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah,” said Danny. “Bench pressing tons of ghosts.”

“I can tell. You’ve got the scars to show it.”

Paulina brought her lips to his chest and massaged him with kisses. Danny tilted his head back so she couldn’t see his smile fade.

He looked over at their living room window, at the bright sunlight streaming in. No darkness to hide his scars now.

Paulina’s kisses moved up to his neck. He sighed and melted underneath her, rubbing her back and pressing her into him, enjoying the feel of her lips wetting his skin.

Her hands roamed his chest again. They turned and twisted, her fingertips tracing him, her newly manicured nails raking him, scratching and tearing into him—

An operative was on top of him, pinning him down, dressed all in white, eyes concealed behind dark mirrored sunglasses. Danny could see his own face reflected in the lenses, drained and terrified.

Her nails dug into him—

—cutting him open, ripping him apart, searing his flesh, splitting his nerve endings—

—a sharpness moving down his chest—

—the operative’s knife broke him in half and laid his vulnerabilities bare for all to see, his secrets and private areas exposed for their sick enjoyment—

Danny sucked in a hard breath and jumped, backed away, pushed the operative off and away from him. He pulled his arms in to protect himself, his body trembling with quick pulses popping beneath his skin.

“Danny?”

Blood was pouring out of his chest, seeping through his fingers—

“Danny, what’s wrong?”

He had to get away, had to fly away but they shut down his powers—

“What’s going on? Danny? Talk to me, Danny.”

He fell back and off the table, his head hitting the floor with a hard thud that jolted his whole body. Sparks shot in front of his eyes as he stared up at the bright sterile lights—

No, wait, this wasn’t the lab ceiling anymore. Where was he?

Paulina’s face appeared above his, tears glistening in her eyes. “Danny, are you okay?” Her voice wobbled. “Can I touch you? Or what should I do?”

Danny blinked and looked up from where he lay on the floor, his legs hanging over the armrest of the couch.

“Danny?” Paulina knelt by his side. “Are you hurt?”

Danny lifted his head and moaned as dull pain erupted in his skull and travelled down his neck.

“Sorry,” he muttered, lying back and putting a hand to his forehead. “That was really weird.” He could feel sweat against his palm, sweat that dripped into his hair and onto the carpet. “I have no idea what just happened.”

Paulina hopped off the floor and dashed off somewhere. Danny closed his eyes and panted, resting his arm above his head. Paulina returned moments later and pressed a wet, cold cloth to his face and neck.

“I don’t know what happened either,” said Paulina as she dabbed his skin. “You just suddenly jumped and fell backwards over the armrest. You looked…” She paused, frowning. “Scared.”

Danny hummed but did not reply.

She finished wiping his face and moved down to his chest. Danny stiffened at her touch.

“Should I not do this?” asked Paulina.

“Do what?”

“Your chest. Should I not touch it right now?”

“I—” Danny looked up at her worried face. “It’s all right. Just lay the towel on top of me.”

Paulina laid the towel flat on his chest. Danny sighed contentedly at how cool it felt.

“You say you don’t know what happened,” said Paulina. “But do you know why you looked so scared?”

“Hmm. I remembered something.”

“What was it?”

Danny looked away from her.

“Something bad that happened to you?”

Danny nodded.

“Something you’ve already told me about?”

Danny nodded again.

“Can you tell me?”

“It was…” Danny swallowed. “Just that time I was being held by the Guys in White.”

“When they…?”

Danny nodded.

Paulina’s shoulders rose as she hugged her arms. “Do you want to talk about it now?”

He had been held prisoner a week. Until Vlad rescued him. He remembered the way Vlad lifted him off that table, how weak and useless he felt, how much his chest and insides burned, how much his pride hurt as he looked up at Vlad’s smirk.

“No,” he said quietly. “Not now.”

Paulina placed her hand over his, lifted it and brought it to her lips. Danny sighed at her soft touch.

“But why did you remember that just now?” Paulina passed her thumb over the back of his hand. “Was it something I did?”

Danny debated in his mind, wondering if he should tell her it was her sharp nails dragging against him, tracing over his scars, feeling so much like the operative’s scalpel violating his skin.

No. He couldn’t break her heart. He couldn’t hurt her, couldn’t allow her to feel more pain than he was feeling.

He smiled at her. “Mmm mmm. No. You didn’t do anything, babe.” He sat up on one forearm while Paulina held his other hand, the towel still clinging to his chest. “I’m not sure why that entered my head right at that moment. My mind’s just kind of broken like that sometimes.”

Paulina scooted in closer to him and placed a hand on his cheek. “You’re not broken, Danny.”

“Only because you’re very good at putting me back together.”

A tear fell from Paulina’s eye. She brought his face close to hers and placed a warm kiss on his lips.

All the pain and ache in his chest went away.

No terrible memories in this moment.

[cordria]

I remember reading all of your fics way back when. Memory is still one of my all time favourite stories that I revisit frequently as is Judge, Jury, Executioner. It's so nice to read your writing again! I love all your ideas, and that AU one is super interesting. I have many guesses as to what might be AU'd (?) but I'm certain I am entirely wrong on all of them. :P I'm excited for what's to follow!

Aw, thanks. :) 

You all make me want to finish A Half-a History and start posting. The first couple chapters are done. I could post part of it. But I want to finish more of it first. 

[phantasmalbeans]

Your art is so super cute! And the colour choices have a nice, soft feel to it that is so pleasant to look at. Such lovely art, thank you for sharing and creating!

Thanks, I appreciate it! (And right back at you, I love your comics + Valerie!)

[leda-x]

Own your own physical copy of A Snapping Sound.

Book costs $30, which includes the cost of shipping.

Printing, packing, and shipping may take between 4-6 weeks.

After several rounds of back and forth with my printer, it is with extreme excitement, fear, and a tinge of disbelief that I’m posting a link to buy A Snapping Sound. 

All proceeds from the sales will be donated to The Trevor Project:  "The Trevor Project is the leading national organization providing crisis intervention and suicide prevention services to lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer & questioning (LGBTQ) young people under 25."

Each copy will come with a little ‘thank you’ note inside and is hand packed by myself. Right now I am shipping to US. If you are international, please message me and we can work together to see if we can get you a book.

The ‘interested’ list:

@annieandroid​, @jay-valenz, @asylum-teaparty, @hufflepuff-from-canada, @tripletigersashay, @hello-witch-hazel, @myfinalfantasyworld, @half-dead-joke, @khionefrost, @ohmygoodnesslesbians, @snapplecrackle, @sal0p, @revflooper, @tenorswift, @joeytwoeyes, @gammija, @heyheyitsstillgay, @timegrenades, @dannyphantogram, @pilventekija, @anti-denny, @cant-find-clementine, @greeneyeswhitehair, @ameya-chise, @guardian-of-da-gay, @finallyescapedlalaland, @thetribalmoth, @please-stand-bi, @babypop-phantom, @acoolteenunleashed, @pannoiako, @katvara, @im-okay-no-im-not, @danidump, @two-bucks-and-a-biscuit, @smolwitchchild, @treacherous-dwarf-of-the-seas, @haikujitsu, @bekah-durphaird, @cordria, @derpyscribbles, @evacchi, @thebookofkells, @lilimreaper, @alisdoingthings, @fundeadasylum, @crimson-eleven, @actualdannyfenton, @dontfollowmeimabadrolemodel, @monocheshaa, @plantparade, @deathgoku, @caleneragami, @galllfrey, @theghostparize, @bubbles-026, @uselessusernames, @fizzling-phantoms, @sapphireswimming, @floating-pisces, @ectoplasmbender, @frostbytemyrik, @perce, @thetrackrunner, @viridianthorns, @all-the-worlds-a-stag, @ectolights, @sunsetcastiel, @watchkeepers, @ceciliaspen, @paradromeda, @revive-danny-phantom, @mostlikelynothuman, @louloubella, @johnmuirfactkin, @ghostgothgeek, @d-o-t-s, @rowan-tarragon-and-sage, @lexavocodo, @local-space-ace, @tenorswift, @girasolesymilagros, @aiko-isari, @temeraire101, @hearthfaeri, @bibliophilea, @narwhalsarefalling, @phantomimagines, @fallenangel1821, @twizzlerdiscourse, @doomonid, @imdeadtiredtm, @anthropwashere, @daddyphannypack, @invisibledecidueye, @raventerra, @telesticmajesty, @ghostfiish, @psilocybinge, @missceliaknight, @meetmeinanaheim, @forthegloryofmerliniwishtobacat, @theghostparize, @phanchick, @theghostkingdoom-moved, @t0xicsphynx, @alisdoingthings, @plantparade, @honey-bear-hipster, @starr-waves, @merakinux, @godessesofhyrule, @daddyphannypack, @missceliaknight, @raventerra, @oceannocturne, @beccadrawsstuff, @chaoticatropa, @exorcist-taylor-kaine, @half-dead-joke, @ceciliaspen, @nanisnart, @myfinalfantasyworld, @marydotdesign, @ice-magician, @ghostwary, @ectoplasmbender, @solocup-lomein, @hello-witch-hazel, @theghostkingdoom-moved, @paplup, @hyperfixxationstation, @spacehome, @vodkassassin, @lissoxa, @aplaindame, @lucytenshi, @sorotrax, @phantomimagines, @spinyouvalentineevenings, @darkenddawning, @gammija, @pocketbucky, @inkismylife, @f-imaginings, @lovemlpforever, @idkrandomthoughtsandstuffs, @headfullofflames, @phanchick, @katieandkirby

[thevoidcannotbefilled]

I always seem to time things just so that I see one of those ask things you reblogged on the top of my dash so here's another super sonic ask LOL May I request Basira? c:

See, you say this, but you were still the second which I find immensely funny. 

give me a character

How I feel about this character

Basira is an interesting one to analyze overall because her role has generally shifted throughout the seasons. Season 2, she was more to the side and while not innocent, she was definitely a character that we wanted to protect, despite her lying to Jon. In season 3, she was a hostage, but she also saved Jon. It isn’t until season 4 that we get her more aggressive side, the side hurt by her lack of companionship and what Jon has become. 

She’s different in that she’s not as bombastic in what she does, but she still has important moments that contribute to the themes and elements of the show. 

I like her because she’s an important character that while she’s not central to the main plot a lot, she’s very impressive in her own right and proves to flesh out the themes and worldbuilding of the show. 

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Daisy!

My non-romantic OTP for this character

No one really. Or Daisy again. Not an OTP, but I do like the potential of a Basira and Melanie friendship (or possibly Jon and her regaining a friendship, probably not, but please-) 

My unpopular opinion about this character

If Detective comes to nothing, I’m fine with it. It was a neat red herring otherwise. Also, not an unpopular opinion, but people should really note the development between Basira calling Martin lame, to trusting him to take care of what needs to be done in season 4. 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

Basira deserves to kick little a ass. As a treat. 

[fearthefuzzybear]

SECRET SLACKTA GIFT FOR @chintastic!!

“My ghost boy wouldn't keep secrets from me!”

“Oh yeah? Ask him! he's probably an evil monster just waiting to rip out your brains or something!”

“Ewww, Valerie, that's gross! don't say things like that!”

“Well it's true! It's just like you to go off and fall in love with a pair of pretty eyes, too. It kidnapped you, how could you possibly trust it? If it really loved you, would it really hide its true form?”

“You know he didn't kidnap me. He would never, never,” she repeated vehemently, tears beginning to sparkle in her eyes, “do anything to hurt me.”

There was a pregnant pause as the words hung in the air. A warm hand fell on her shoulder.

“Paulina, you know I only say these things because I care about you. I… I just don't want to see you hurt.”

“I know that.”

Valerie wrapped her sister in a warm embrace, smiling when she felt her relax.

“Now then,” she soothed, “Let’s get you back up to your prince.”

The servant-boy greeted them at the gate. He bowed deeply as he saw them, jet black locks flopping adorably over his face.

“Drinks, my ladies?” he offered, gesturing to a tray beside him. It was stocked with lemonades, iced coffees, all you could think of short of pure ambrosia, though that particular glass had a  bit of a keen sparkle to it.

“No thank you, we’re going up to my chambers.”

“Suit yourselves,” said the boy, and he was gone.

Their trip was peppered with whispers and giggles, only broken when the candles flickered down the hall. Paulina squeezed her sister's hand.

“Brace yourself.”

She couldn't quite keep herself from laughing, however, when she saw Valerie's look of disbelief and fright as the playful breeze whipped their skirts around them so frighteningly, and a cool voice called them down for dinner with the master of the house. It left in a rush, candlelights waving in its wake.

Valerie shook out her dress, grumbling about how it “wasn't natural” and how it “had to be black magic”. Paulina heard these things, but said nothing.

After all, what if she was right?

The thought wouldn't leave her, even all through dinner when the green eyes asked after her day.

As she said her goodbyes, her sister whispered in her ear.

“If you want to see his true form, wait until he’s asleep. He’s bound to rest at some time, right? And…. if he is a monster, trying to fatten you up for eating or whatever, promise me you'll come home?”

She nodded once, firmly.

“Good.”

And she was gone. Whisked away home by Zephyr. She turned around, back to those watchful green eyes. Those beautiful green eyes that she loved so much, the ones that given her such wonderful gifts… but her sister’s muttered words rang like bells in her ears.

“If it really loved you, would it really hide its true form?”

She yawned loudly, feigning exhaustion. The eyes looked on with concern.

“Are you alright, my love?” his voice echoed deeply, the sincerity held in it piercing her heart.

“It’s alright, darling,” she said sweetly, “I’ll just go up to bed. The day has been long, and we can always watch the Muses another time.”

“As you wish.” and the eyes were gone.

As she stepped up the marble stairs, she thought long and hard about what she was about to do. The burning curiosity within her wouldn't be quelled.

She would do it, and she would do it tonight.

She slipped between the covers, making sure that the candle had been lit. Then, she waited.

--

Paulina’s eyes snapped open in a panic, but fell back half way when she saw the candle still dancing cheerily before her. The familiar coolness of her beloved ghost boy hung behind her. She listened to his breathing, even and slow.

She looked at him. She took in his white hair, his well-muscled body, but his face… His face she couldn’t see. Carefully, she took up the candle in her hand and leaned over his body.

He was handsome. I cannot describe his face, I do not know how, but know that his face was a very attractive one. She couldn't help herself, she leaned in for a peck on the cheek.

His shining green eyes opened slowly. She backed away, keeping the candle before her, as though it would protect her. He sat up rubbing his eyes. He looked to where she stood. Then he looked to the empty bedside. Back and forth, back and forth, eyes widening all the time.

Then he was gone, eyes and all.

---

She laughed as he flipped over and flew with her upside down, her long dress flapping wildly behind her.

“Faster!” she cried, “Faster, Danny!”

“Gladly!” he shouted, shooting up into the sky. He floated there, before tipping over and letting them both free fall. He caught her before he got the ground.

She shrieked, laughed harder. She squeezed her ghost boy, straining to reach his face to kiss him.

“Do you remember the night I first saw you?” she whispered, stroking his chest.

“Don’t remind me,” he gave an awkward laugh, “I can't believe that the first time you saw me was the first night it was warm enough to sleep with my shirt off!”

“Don’t put on a fake face for me, mister!” she laughed, poking him in the chest, “You were too embarrassed to appear for a week! I was only convinced to stay by your adorable servant!”

“Yeah,” Danny rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah, about that..."

[bibliophilea]

Reflection

ao3 | ffn

Inspired by a conversation with @imekitty and @chintastic over Discord.

”Danny, look at me.”

Danny looks up from the sink, but Paulina isn’t looking at him. She’s looking at the mirror. At his reflection.

His eyes move instinctively to her reflection, and he meets her eyes in the mirror. She smiles gently at him, her hair a perfect, beautiful mess of bedhead, her eyes green like the sea, and he could get lost in them forever and be content. Then she moves slowly, carefully closer, her eyes still holding his own, until she’s right next to him.

She pauses for a second there, appraising him, before wrapping her arms around him, leaning her head into his chest. He chuckles and wraps his arms around her as well.

”Good morning to you, too.”

Paulina sighs, almost contentedly, but there’s something in her eyes, some worry that he can’t quite decipher.

“What’s wrong?”

She sighs again, holding him tighter. “Danny, what do you see?”

He smiles at her reflection, then kisses the top of her head. “Only the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Paulina looks up at him, then, chin resting on his chest. She unravels one of her arms from the embrace, and then gently grabs his chin, carefully maneuvering his head so it faces forward.

“What do you see now?”

“... The luckiest guy on the planet?” He smiles a winning smile, trying to turn to look at her. But her grip is firm, her eyes in the mirror serious.

“No jokes, Danny. What do you see?”

Danny deflates a little. He frowns. And he forces himself to do what he’d been avoiding all morning. For her, he looks at his face in the mirror.

He sees light blue eyes (dull and stupid, just like you) and messy black hair (at least mine is messy because of the wind; what’s your excuse?). He sees a square jaw (you wanna be a hero so bad, you may as well look the part you nerd) and the remnants of a bruise on his left cheek (what a klutz you coulda dodged the shit out of that). He sees a nose he twice remembers wrinkling in anger; a mouth full of twice the words he’d rather not repeat.

He looks down at Paulina - at her, not her reflection - and she lets him turn his head, bringing her arm back down to wrap around his waist.

“I guess... I just see me.” He looks away as he says it, opting to stare a hole into the sink, holding back the green that wants to light his eyes.

She hugs him tight, ruffling his hair, pressing her cheek into his chest. Then she looks up at him again.

“You know what I see?”

He waits, but she doesn’t say anything. He then looks into her eyes, staring into a sea of love and wisdom and determination.

“I see the bravest and most caring man in the world.”

He goes to close his eyes, to shake his head, to press his face into her hair - he doesn’t know what - but her hand reaches out, grasping his chin and forcing him to look at her, to stare into her eyes. They are serious, and they are determined, and they are raw with emotion and with truth.

“I see a man who goes out there every day, and saves peoples lives. A man who lives his life to the fullest, and who fills his life with the love he has to give. I see a man who loves more than anyone has ever loved, and who brings that love to work, and who saves people he’s never met with his love, and who has more than enough love to spare at the end of the day for his family.”

Paulina’s eyes soften, and her hand softens against his face, and he leans into it, still holding her gaze with his own.

“I see a man with so much love to give... he should give some to himself, as well.” Paulina smiles gently at him, and his vision of her goes blurry. When he goes to bury his face in her hair, she lets him this time, running a hand through his hair as he holds her tight.

They stand like this for a few moments, Danny shuddering, Paulina standing solid against him.

As Danny collects himself, she whispers, “I love you. All of you. And you deserve that love, and the love of your family and friends, and the love of this town.”

She pauses for a moment, and Danny lifts his head from her hair to look down at her. He knows his face is red and blotchy, but she smiles up at him and puts a hand to his cheek anyways.

“But most of all, you deserve your own love.”

She kisses his chin.

“And you can start by looking at yourself in the mirror.”

[weizecracks]

From the prompts: Elevate, pulse, drip 

For Chin, whom Tumblr will not let me tag. 

Content warning for body horror.

~

I swam under the dock while the others raced to the float. It was a quiet, dripping world, algae-green. Ribbons of sunlight crept through the weathered boards, dappling the water.

A clammy arm draped on my shoulder. Ugh, Brian.

“Get off!” I shoved his arm, but it swung back stiffly and hit me in the neck. A finger snapped off and fell into the water. Splish.

Heart racing, I watched it sink. It twitched and spun as shadowy fish darted at it, plucking out tiny bites.

I sucked in a breath to scream-- the four-fingered hand clamped over my mouth. “Don’t.”