#going-dead

[narwhalsarefalling]

You’re also the reason I started One Piece like a year ago I think, which just ended up landing me a new job so thanks for that

wait you can’t just drop that One Piece got you employed and wall away, I NEED DETAILS

[fentonworkz]

part 2 for @going-dead!! i really liked your prompt about non-angsty/funny dissection, and i have so many more thoughts in my head about it than just this. danny brings out SO many puns and jokes. he extends so many limbs for funsies. he’s just havin a good ol time with the fentons:)

i may write a ficlet or something to go with this idea at some point bc i’m just SO into it. but anyway, i hope u enjoy!! :D

@phandomholidaytruce

[cardcaptorkatara]

For the 2019 Christmas Truce for @going-dead

Some Danny and Dani family bonding. In the middle of the night the two sneak out and decorate the entire park in a festive way. It’s Danielle’s first Christmas, and Danny wants to be better this year for her, so they plan this big elaborate tree decorating with ornaments featuring the names of all the families in Amity Park as well as the ghosts for the annual truce.

[phandomphightclub]

Round 1 Match 22: @going-dead vs. @ifellbecausegravity

Writer: @ecto-american

“It’s time to see if Rye’s gonna get their ass kicked by a veteran phighter or kick ass so hard that they gotta call their own medic line,” Nick mused. “Whelp! We’ll see! It’s time for @going-dead versus @ifellbecausegravity!”

Gravity was already suited up for battle, googly eyes at the ready. Rye had their fist up, prepared for anything with a hot cup of coffee in the other. 

“You don’t even know! I’m ready to kick my own butt!” Gravity stated boldly. 

“No worries, I’ll just kick it for you!” Rye assured her with a large grin. 

Gravity lunged forward and slapped some googly eyes on Rye’s coffee cup. Their cup now had an adorably goofy appearance now. 

“Aww,” Rye cooed over the big dumb wiggle eyes. 

“Yeet!” Gravity shrieked. She grabbed Rye by the arm, attempting to fling them out of Denny’s. 

But Rye was an EMT. They were used to this yeet or be yeeted world. They instead held tight onto her hand, pouring coffee onto it to make her let go. Of course, she did to yelp in pain over the hot beverage. This allowed Rye to instead yeet her out of the arena. 

“Well damn! Good thing the medic’s already here! Somebody go fetch Gravity so Rye can give her some treatment for that burn! And also official congratulations! Going-dead is our winner!”

[dalv-co-official]

Hey James, want to be a volunteer for hostile ghost training? Also with fire safety, someone lit a fire in the break room again?

u̸͍͐h̴͓́ ̵̺̉i̵͛ͅ'̷͕͋m̷̍͜ ̴̳̈j̶̹̍ù̸͚ŝ̴̪t̸̳͒ ̷͕́k̴̯̂i̵͙͠n̴̨̛d̸͎̎a̷̦̽ ̴̨̉w̷̺̌ö̸̮r̷̜͌r̴̝̓ị̴̊ḛ̴͒d̶̝͑ ̷̼͂s̸͖̔o̷͝ͅḿ̸̱ë̸͍o̶̻͊n̶͙͊e̴̫͑ ̸̡̂w̴͉̾i̶̫͆l̸͈̈́l̶̹̄ ̴̬̆s̸̗̽h̷͉̀ȯ̵̝ỏ̶̡t̵̺͝ ̶͈̇m̸̰̅e̸̦̚ ̷̮̉o̸͈̎n̷̻̄ ̵̬̂a̶͕̿c̴̠͝c̸͔̐i̴̽ͅd̶͔̊e̴͕͂n̷̢͐t̷̙̕ 

á̵̹n̴̪͝d̵̙͠ ̶̦̿i̸̱͆'̸̡̀m̸̰̔ ̸̭͝s̷̜͋ũ̴̬ŕ̶̩e̵̹͠ ̵̟̐t̶̢͌h̶͍͠e̵̩̎ ̵͚̈́f̴̝̚i̴̹͊ṛ̸͘ȩ̵͛ ̴͉͋i̷̓ͅṡ̸̡ ̴̭͋n̷̠̄ő̵̻ ̴̡̃b̷̝̈i̶̲͒g̸͎̓ ̶̗̔d̶͖̈e̴̝̍á̷̤l̵͎͊

[lexosaurus]

Do I have organs?

No.

[kinglazrus]

So Laz… I heard you were doing poems.

Going, gone, going dead,

I’d like to know what’s in your head.

I look upon your world and see

the viridescent shine

of ghosts,

of wonder,

of haunted things that I should look away from

but can’t.

Because within that disquiet, that dread, that apprehension,

there is something bright and warm.

Soft and comforting, the way things should be.

A little bit of fluff,

surrounded by angst.

Going, gone, going dead,

I’d like to hear the things you’ve said.