#ghost jd

[prom-is-slavery]

2020 art vs 2025 lol

(2020 JD is the ghost after the bomb)

Five years of growth 😭, in 2020 I thought I was THE BEST artist.

[this-lovely-soul-of-art]

heather's ghost haunting veronica...

I never know what to say when I do requests.

Bonus GhostJD because I've never drawn that... wonder why that is.

[how-very-salty]

How about one last dance, darling?

[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

Deaths From The Past - Part Three

(A/N): This is part of a series. Please make sure to check the masterlist to see if you haven’t missed any chapters.

Masterlist

“Aaaah, fresh air!” You spiral around on the sidewalk with your arms stretched out, a wide grin on your face. “Isn’t walking so much better than driving?”

Veronica gives out a giggle at your actions, her eyes sweetening as she follows you towards your shared college. “I guess it is.”

You turn your head towards her to give her a genuine smile, trying your best to not let your eyes flicker on the pack of ghosts following her from behind… who also have been complaining ever since you stepped out of the house.

“I hate walking!” Heather crosses her arms over her chest, grumbling in upper frustration. “I’m dead, I shouldn’t have to walk anymore!”

“Like you can talk!” Ram crosses his arms over his chest, sulking towards the ground. “Kurt and I aren’t even wearing any clothes!”

“Yeah, it’s not like we want all those gorgeous ghost girls to see us naked!”

“I’m the most gorgeous around here! And you’re not naked, dummies, you’re wearing underwear!”

“Just…” JD gives out a groan of exasperation as he snaps his head towards them. “… shut up!”

Andrew’s hand rapidly takes a hold of your shirt to make sure you’re okay, a pitiful smile coming to your lips as you look at Veronica. It’s clear to you that she can hear them, she wouldn’t give out shrieks or jolt away at random times if she didn’t, and you can’t even imagine how awful it must be to hear them fighting over and over. She doesn’t seem to be able to see them though, if she did, she wouldn’t jump up in surprise when JD speaks up: especially when he has been staring at her for hours before then.

She’s like you… but not quite like you. You’ve only met one person that could hear ghosts just like her before, and that person couldn’t believe that you could see them… let alone-

You shake your head. No, you shouldn’t think about that. What happened… happened, no need to reminiscent it.

“So…” You look back at Veronica when she speaks up, her eyes looking down at her feet shyly. “… um… what have your parents… told you about me?”

You give out a snort. “What have they told you about me?”

“You’re kidding, right?” Andrew speaks up for the first time since he’s made himself known to the others, Veronica’s ghosts shutting up and looking at him with wide eyes. “They’re over-protectors, they probably told her everything.”

“Oh, well…” Veronica blinks a few times, not having heard Andrew speaking. “They... didn’t really tell me anything.”

So she can’t hear Andrew? Is it because he’s not connected to her?

“Same here.” You give her a sweet smile. “The only things I know about you are the things you told me.”

She seems taken aback. “Really?”

“Yep.”

“So you haven’t heard anything about me? From anyone?”

“No… I didn’t.” You frown in worry at her. “Are you okay? You seem stressed out.”

She gives out a wide smile for the first time since you’ve met her, a giggle escaping her throat. “I’m great! This day couldn’t be any better!”

You give out a playful scoff. “Well, then… guess you won’t mind a little race!”

“What-” Her eyes widen when she sees you starting to run, a laugh coming out of her mouth as she follows your actions. “Hey! I wasn’t ready!”

“That’s loser’s talk, Veronica!”

“What-no!” Heather gives out a scream as she feels herself getting pulled towards Veronica. “Don’t run! I hate running!”

“You hate everything, Heather!”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“I hate all of you.”

JD looks up from the café’s table he and the others have been sitting at for a few minutes, sending Heather a hard look. “The feeling’s mutual.”

Andrew stays a few steps away from them, carefully watching you and Veronica talk on another table while you’re drinking the campus’ coffee. He’s never seen you be

“Hey, kid!” He jumps up when Kurt suddenly talks to him, his head slowly looking back at the group of ghosts he’s internally scared of. “Why do you keep following us?”

“Yeah!” Ram squints his eyes at the little ghost. “You’re starting to creep me out, dude.”

Heather gives out a groan of frustration while JD rolls his eyes. “He’s obviously bound to (Y/N), you idiots.”

“Who?”

“Oh my fucking god.” Heather holds onto her head, her blue aura deepening. “They’re so freaking dumb.”

“Hey, stop calling us dumb!”

“Yeah, it’s not our fault if you never explain anything to us!”

Andrew just gives out a long sigh. “I can’t believe I have to live with you all now…”

JD turns his eyes towards him, the little kid tensing up when he notices the white eye moving in an unsettling way. He manages to calm down when he hears you and Veronica laugh behind him, continuing your discussion as if you weren’t constantly followed by a bunch of ghosts.

“You died by drowning… didn’t you?”

Andrew gives out a sarcastic scoff, showing his wet hair and clothes. “How’d you guess?”

“Did she kill you?”

The words bring a silence between them, your eyes flickering towards them for a quick moment before you give a hard smile back to Veronica. Andrew slowly gulps in, flashes of what happened so many years ago coming to his life.

“No.”

JD squints his eyes. “… interesting.”

“Bro, you’re lucky you didn’t get murdered.” Kurt crosses his arms over his chair, giving the kid ghost a pout. “This guy and Ronnie shot us both out of nowhere.”

“Oh, boo-hoo, you got shot.” Heather sends them a glare. “They poisoned me!”

“You deserved it.” JD continues to stare at Andrew, who’s expression rapidly turning to a terrified one. “You’re okay there, little guy?”

“(Y/N)!” He quirks an eyebrow when Andrew grabs your arm, his head tilting when he notices your eye slightly flinching from the action. “(Y/N), you need to kick her out! She’s dangerous!”

You grind your teeth when Andrew starts moving your arm slightly, Veronica frowning in worry at you. “Are you okay? Your arm’s shaking.”

“Y-yeah…” You give out a hard smile. “It’s the coffee, um… I might have drunk too much.”

“(Y/N)…” Andrew’s voice becomes more demanding. “She killed people!”

You know. You heard them talk, Veronica probably heard them too. She became slightly sadder than usual when they mentioned their death, and that combined with the fact that she has been nothing but sweet since you’ve met, you can’t believe that she could be a cold-blooded murderer. You can just feel that she’s a good person; someone who made huge mistakes in her life and deeply regrets it.

“Oh god…” Veronica takes your hand in hers, trying to find a way to ease you down. “Why did you drink it if it makes you shake? Do we need to go back home?”

“Ah-it’s okay! I can go home by myself.” You stand up and give her a small smile, Andrew giving out a sigh of relief. “You still need to check out where some of your classes are…”

“Yeah, but I can always come back-”

“But you’re here now, so!” You pick up your vest on the chair and put it back on, giving her a wave before leaving. “I’ll be fine, I swear! I gave you your key to the apartment, right?”

“Yeah-”

“Alright, good, see you later!” You lose your smile as soon as you turn around, feeling the eyes of Veronica and her many ghosts onto your back while Andrew follows you close. “What did we say about ‘not’ talking to me?”

“She killed four people!” You give out a groan as you walk past a few early students towards the exit of the campus, the little boy jumping in front of you so he can give you a terrified look. “She could kill you! Hell, that horrifying ghost could kill you!”

“Not if he doesn’t find out about my abilities.” You give him a side glare. “They’re new ghosts, Andrew. It doesn’t seem like they know much about their world yet.”

“They know about the bounding.”

“Yeah, ‘cause that’s kind of hard to miss.” You bite your bottom lip, looking on each side of the road before you cross it. “You’ve been a ghost for twelve years. And you and I both know that we still have very much to learn.”

He grumbles under his breath, crossing his little arms over his chest as he follows you. “And what if one of them becomes a daemonium? What are you gonna do, huh?”

“New ghosts don’t become daemoniums, Andrew.” You give out an awkward smile when one of the trespassers gives you a weird look, waiting for that person to be far away enough before you speak again. “If anything, you have a better chance of becoming one than them.”

“Unless one of them is filled with rage… reminds you of anyone?”

JD immediately comes to your mind, but you rapidly shake your head. “I don’t wanna judge.”

“Well, you’re gonna need to.” He gives you a dark glare. “Or else they’re gonna kill you when you least expect it.”

You give out a sigh, knowing deep down how’s he right.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“I don’t understand…” Veronica frowns as she holds onto her cup of coffee, her ghosts now all spread around her coffee table. “What happened? Why did she leave like that?”

“Who knows.” Heather looks down at her nails in pure boredom. “Maybe she got tired of your loserness.”

That doesn’t seem to make her feel better, JD looking away from the horizon where you disappear to set his eyes on his true love.

“She didn’t kill the kid.”

Veronica’s eyes widen for a moment. “Then… why is he bound to her?”

That’s one of the questions he’s asking himself.

But the more important one is… can you see them?

[sprnklersplashes]

take my soul (but not my heart)

“JD.”

“What?”

Tracey looks up, her eyes wide in anticipation and her mouth turning up into a breathless smile and nods to the board.

“JD. That’s the ghost’s name.” Veronica dares to look down, and sure enough, the little glass eye sits over the letter D.

She can’t breathe. She was an uncomfortable cold before, but now she feels like someone just dunked her into an icy river and the water is filling her lungs and throat, freezing them from the inside. She can’t feel her arm cramping or how her heels hurt from kneeling on the floor. She can’t feel anything. She feels numb everywhere. She can’t do anything but look at that letter.

“JD,” Christy repeats in a hushed whisper. “Maybe it’s initials. Anyone here know a dead J.D.?”

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[heather---duke]

Fic I am writing about Veronica’s life after canon. I’ll post new chapters like every two days hopefully

Veronica tried, she tried so hard to keep it together. She failed. Her life had changed so quickly so many times she was stretched so thin and then… kaboom. She couldn’t keep up, she couldn't wrap her head around what had happened that first semester of her senior year. Her life started to fall apart and Veronica graduated just barely with her GPA being at an all-time low.

After graduation, Veronica checked herself into a psychiatric hospital where she spent 8 months attempting to heal from her trauma. She wasn’t totally honest with the hospital, or anyone, about what had happened to her… she couldn't be. All they knew was that she had witnessed her boyfriend commit suided by blowing himself up outside of their highschool. The fact that she couldn't tell anyone the truth did not help with her attempted recovery.

Leaving the hospital, Veronica found out that she was too late to apply for any academic scholarships that she had been relying on for attending college. This really sent her spiraling to the point were her parents gave her a chunk of money and requested she move out. That night, she saw JD. She hadn’t seen anymore of her ghosts since he died, but now their he was, if she hadn’t watched him die she would almost believe he was still alive.

“Veronica,” JD was standing in the corner of Veronica’s bedroom. She was sitting on her bed holding her knees up to her chest, she was almost finished packing up her room and was leaving the next day.

“Veronica,” JD said again, walking towards her, “I’m so sorry.”

Veronica snapped her head up and looked at him, eyes piercing.

“Sorry? Sorry for what?,” she replied sarcastically, “Sorry for… tricking me into assisting with the muder of Heather, and Kurt, and Ram?” Veronica’s voice was getting louder as she went on, “Sorry for trying to kill me? Sorry for trying to kill everyone? Sorry for killing yourself in front of me?” She was practically shouting at this point.

“Veronica? Are you okay in there?” Veronica’s mom knocked on her door, sounding concerned.

“I’m fucking fantastic!” Veronica yelled back.

She heard her mom sigh and walk downstairs. Deciding to shower, Veronica grabbed some clothes and left her room for the bathroom.

“Send her back to the hospital? Not like it helped last time,” Veronica heard her dad say.

“She’s talking to herself and barely leaves her room, maybe the hospital will be better than kicking her out, safer,” Her mom replied.

She heard her dad exclaim, “That hospital costed me hundreds of dollars a month! If she wants to be crazy let it be on her own dime, she needs this kick in the pants to go and get a job.”

Veronica had had enough, she walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. In the shower, she broke down crying.

[deaddrip]

This was for inktober day 2! I know it's late but I passed out yesterday after school oops- hopefully I'll be able to finish another tonight!! Prompt was Ghost JD and Ghost Chandler + Patterns! (Ft. @miranda-mundt-art 's ghost designs :0)

[scouts-mockingbird]

what of ¨tell me this is a dream¨ with jdonica but with ghost!JD

I don’t really know what this is. It feels like the first chapter of a new au, but I won’t write it. If you read this and feel inspired, let me know and you can make it a full thing. Enjoy!

Veronica sat up with a start. Something was wrong. A strange prickling feeling was crawling up her spine. She climbed out of bed and walked to the window.

“No one is out there,” She whispered to herself, cautiously approaching the dark glass.

She was wrong.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Sorry to come back from the dead, dread–”

“Yes, dreadful etiquette. You should really come up with some new lines.” Being angry soothed her panicked mind. If she was angry, she wasn’t going to fall apart. “Please tell me this is a dream.”

“Sorry, can’t do that. I’m really back. Apparently I’m not good enough for Heaven but not bad enough for hell so they just spat me back out.” JD smirked at her, his ghostly face soot covered but shockingly intact.

Veronica rolled her eyes. “That is almost certainly bullshit but whatever. What are you doing here? I’m pretty sure I made myself clear when I said I wanted you out of my life.”

JD shrugged and floated through the wall and into her room. “You did, but that isn’t how this works. Apparently, I need to make a change in order to move on or some shit. So, I am here to help you.”

“I really, really do not want your help.” Veronica crossed her arms and glared, praying willpower would be enough to make him leave.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he glanced away from her. “It’ll make me leave?”

“What else will make you leave?”

Pretending he hadn’t heard her question, JD turned away from her and started floating around her room, examining the pictures on her walls and the diary laying on her desk. “You’re friends with Martha now?”

“Yes. I’m doing great, so you don’t have to help me. You can just leave.”

It wasn’t exactly true. Though her friendship with Martha was good, everything else in her life felt like an absolute mess.  Veronica had never struggled in school before, but now she couldn’t focus. All of her work felt like it was either too big to start or too small to be worth her time. Her grades were slipping and her parents were worried. Secretly, Veronica was worried too. It felt like she couldn’t trust her own mind anymore.

But that was JD’s fault, and therefore not something his ghost could help with. “Please just go away.”

“I told you, I can’t. Just give me something I can help with, then I’ll get to die for real and we can part ways as unlikely friends.”

“Very unlikely,” Veronica muttered, glaring at him. She couldn’t tell him all the issues she had, and there wasn’t anything he– a fucking ghost– could do about them anyway.

“Veronica?” Her mother’s voice called from down the hall, and Veronica panicked as footsteps approached the room. “What’s going on? I thought I heard voices.”

Veronica dashed to the door so that she could intercept her mother before she entered the room. “Nothing! I couldn’t sleep so I was pacing and talking to myself.” That sounded insane, but less insane than the ghost of my dead boyfriend is in my bedroom, we were chatting.

“Alright, sweetie. Try to get some rest. You have school tomorrow.” Her mother turned to walk back to her bedroom.

“Yeah mom, thanks. Goodnight!” Closing the door, Veronica took a deep breath and turned back to her room.

It was empty. JD was gone.

A sick feeling settled in Veronica’s stomach. He would be back.