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Muscle Memory

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Danny was walking through the park, a warm summer breeze blowing through the trees. It was a nice day out and there had been a, quite frankly, suspicious lack of ghostly activity. It was relaxing and allowed Danny to get some sleep.

Suddenly, he heard some swishing in the foliage around him. Taking a fighting stance, he glanced around. He couldn't see anything, but his ghost sense hadn't gone off yet either.

After a few more moments of waiting, Danny shrugged it off and continued walking down the path. Was probably just some kid passing through.

The pebbles in the path crunched under his feet, and he looked at the ground as he stepped on the crunchy leaves that had gotten blown off the trees. As he was looking at his feet, he slammed into something and lost his balance, nearly falling to the ground.

He tilted his head back, looking up into the eyes of Dash Baxter.

Danny smiled, excited to see Dash. He's been busy with football so they haven't had much time to spend together lately.

"What a surprise, Dash." Danny said, grabbing one of Dash's hands.

The other boy has still not uttered a single sound. Though his fingers did interlace with Danny's and he held a tight grip on his hand.

As Danny looked at Dash, a heavy feeling was filling his stomach. It felt as if he'd swallowed lead and it was resting in his abdomen.

"Hey Dash, are you-"

As Danny started speaking, Dash jolted at his name and his head turned. That's when Danny saw it.

Dash's eyes reflected light, much like a cat.

Or a ghost.

Danny started to pull away, but that was when Dash's grip tightened to a painful degree. Danny yelped at the sensation, and started going intangible.

But something happened and Danny was screaming.

Something, some power or magic, was emanating from Dash's hand, coursing through his body. It was attacking his core, weakening it.

Suddenly, it all stopped, and Danny fell limp in Dash's grip. He looked at the taller boy through his hair and lidded eyes, gasping for breath. Dash still had that blank expression on his face, staring straight into Danny's gaze. A chill went down his spine. It wasn't his ghost sense though.

He didn't know how to fix this.

Danny gathered a small ectoblast in his hand, shooting it at Dash's arm. Dash didn't move at all, letting the blast singe his letterman jacket. But he did put Danny down only to grab him by the front of his shirt and throw him to the ground.

This felt distinctly Dash. The grip, the position. But Danny didn't see him anywhere in that blank gaze. He was acting on muscle memory.

Danny grabbed Dash's hands, which were still gripping his shirt. He saw the boy twitch at the contact, though he still maintained his position. Lifting his hands to Dash's face, he placed them on his cheeks and rubbed small circles into the skin there. Dash leaned into the contact, blank stare still intact, before closing his eyes.

Danny pulled Dash's head down, resting their foreheads together and closing his own eyes. He felt Dash's grip on his shirt loosen slightly as he came back. Danny opened his eyes to see Dash looking at him in confusion and fear, a slight sheen still in his eyes.

Danny didn't know if what he was doing was working, or if it would keep this thing at bay.

He didn't know if this thing was just toying with him either.

Danny pulled Dash's head down the rest of the way and their lips met. It was soft and tender, but filled with fear. Dash's grip has loosened the rest of the way and one of his hands was resting in Danny's hair.

They pulled apart starting at one another before Dash's eyes squeezed shut.

"Dash? What's happening?"

Dash pulled away before opening his eyes again, the sheen back.

"Run."

Then Dash's expression fell into that blank stare again and Danny began to scoot backwards, pulling at his core for his ghost half.

His core gave a puttering sensation before giving up on him. He looked down at his chest.

"No!"

He tried again, but still nothing was happening. Dash was advancing towards him, crawling along the ground.

Danny was about halfway up off the ground before Dash tackled him. He pushed against him, but without his ghost powers Dash was too heavy.

A burning sensation was placed against Danny's stomach, tearing screams from his throat once again.

"Dash… Dash you need to fight it!" Danny said, gasping for air. "Dash-"

The hand on his stomach was moved to his chest, above his core, and the pain started again but much, much worse.

There was a pause and Danny looked to see Dash's hand halfway into his chest. It was a nauseating thing to see, considering he couldn't use his powers and Dash shouldn't have any in the first place.

Danny reached a shaking hand up and wrapped it around the back of Dash's neck, pulling his head down.

"Dash." He whispered.

"Please."

The was a moment of silence, where everything was still. No screams, no pain. Just them.

But it still wasn't enough.

Dash's hand continued to plunge it's way through Danny's chest, and he was blinded by pain.

The next thing he knew, Dash was standing above him holding something. It appeared to be a glowing orb, and that was when Danny noticed the emptiness inside of him. The missing spot where his powers were supposed to be.

The last thing Danny saw before his eyes fell shut was Dash walking away with his ghostly core.

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Master’s Disasters

fanfiction

Amity Park was in ruin. Ghosts were attacking, and Vlad was just observing from outside the door of the mayor’s office. People were screaming, running, covering their heads with their purses. It was as if they didn’t see these blasted things everyday.

Now, it wasn’t Vlad’s plan this time to unleash havoc onto Amity Park. No devious plans, no petty pranks. He was simply just being today.

No matter, that didn’t stop Daniel from breaking into his home, yet again, to accuse him of some conspiracy. The boy really was high strung, blaming the easiest target.

Soon though, Vlad heard a boisterous laugh coming from down the road along with a “Maddie! Check out the insides of this one!”

Vlad sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. The oaf simply didn’t understand how much of an oaf he was. Constantly causing his family embarrassment and causing quite a bit of property damage himself.

He still didn’t understand why Maddie chose Jack of all people.

Suddenly, Vlad heard a yell coming from that direction down the street, sending a jolt of electricity down his spine. Looking up he could see Jack facing off a ghost, who had it’s mouth fastened around the gun in Jack’s hands.

The ghost pulled harder on the gun, pulling Jack up off the ground with it. It shook its head vigorously, much like a mutt, and sent Jack flying, crashing into some garbage cans.

He was huffing, likely having the air knocked out of him due to that fall.

As Vlad watched Jack, he heard the crunch of metal. He turned to see the ghost with a car in it’s clawed fist, getting ready to hurl it at Jack.

In that moment, time slowed down for Vlad. He watched as the ghost flung the car, as it sailed through the air.

Vlad began running, before leaping off the ground, defying gravity. He made it to Jack and grabbed him, turning intangible, just as the car hit the ground where they were lying. Vlad stood and dragged Jack out of the spot where the car landed, dropping him along with the intangibility. Letting out a fierce, inhuman growl, Vlad picked the car up and threw it back at the ghost. It finally fled, leaving the street in an eerie silence.

But only for a moment.

“Vladdie?”

Vlad froze at the hoarse whisper. He slowly turned around to see Jack staring at him in shock. A chill filled his body.

Vlad started backing away, but before he could go anywhere, Jack was up on his feet grabbing onto his wrist.

A man that size should have no right to move that fast.

While injured no less.

“Vlad.” Jack said. “What happened?”

Vlad looked up to see Jack looking at him, eyebrows furrowed in concern. His grip wasn’t so tight on his wrist anymore and was more tender than restraining.

Could he possibly tell Jack what happened? Vlad knew that he hated ghosts. Sure, he could probably get over his own son being a halfa, but Vlad? The Wisconsin Ghost? Who attempted to kill him?

He couldn’t tell Jack. He had to keep it a secret.

Vlad turned intangible, saw Jack’s expression change as he realized what was happening, and pulled away.

“Vlad!” Jack yelled.

He backed away from Jack, turning around, pace picking up speed.

“Vlad, no- Vlad what happened? Did a ghost get you? Are you okay?”

Vlad turned invisible and leapt into the air, flying away from Jack’s shouts.

Jack didn’t need to know that this was his doing anyways.

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i guess the dennys has a ghost sense now guys

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Time Heals All Wounds

Prompt by @kiinotasha

Fanfic

Words: 1345

Two children were running around a yard in Adamsville, Wisconsin. It was a bright, sunny day and the birds were chirping.

They were playing tag, sprinting between garden pots and statues. During a turn, the boys foot caught on a happy, guitar playing frog, sending him to the ground.

He sprawled face first into the dirt, getting a mouthful of mud and grass. Tears sprang into his eyes and he sat up, wincing. There was a scrape the size of Texas on his knee.

A sob tore its way out of his throat, echoing around the garden. The girl, upon hearing the sound, slowed and turned around to face her brother.

“Oh no!” She exclaimed, running over and bending down to examine his knee.

Soon she jumped up and ran inside the house.

The boy looked at where she had disappeared. What was he going to do now? His sister had abandoned him.

As he was trying to stand, the screen door banged shut. Looking up, his sister was running back towards him with the biggest band aid he had ever seen.

Unpeeling the bandage, she carefully applied it to his knee, and then kissed it. Patting it, she looked at him and smiled.

“What’s that thing mom always says?” She asked, scrunching her nose up in concentration.

“Time mends all things…

“Time wounds all men…

“Heal wounds time…”

Her eyes lit up victoriously as she snapped her fingers.

“Time heals all wounds! See Vlad! Your knee will feel better in a jiffy!” Vlad sniffed, rubbing his nose on the sleeve of his shirt. He smiled.

“Thanks, Anastasia.”

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Anastasia was sitting at her desk working on homework when the front door slammed open, knocking something on the floor. She looked around the corner to see Vlad huffing his way upstairs, stomping heavily on each step.

After his bedroom door slammed shut, she stood up and walked up the stairs. She knocked on his door only to hear a muffled grunt.

“I’m coming in, Vlad.” She said.

She turned the knob and pushed open the door and was met with a Vlad buried in his pillow and blanket.

She closed the door softly and sat down on his bed, sitting cross legged, chin in her hands.

“I’m guessing the date didn’t go well?”

Vlad scoffed from underneath his pillow.

“I told you she was creepy. Always hanging out at that abandoned house. Why-”

“That’s not why it went bad.” Vlad mumbled.

Anastasia paused, waiting for him to elaborate. Rolling her eyes when he didn’t, she pulled the blanket off of him.

“Why’d it go bad then?”

“I told her that I don’t think a ghost can be good.”

Silence. The paranormal, particularly ghosts, was a pretty prevalent subject in their town. People were always spotting spirits in the woods and walking down Main St..

“Why can’t ghosts be good?”

“Why would they be here if they weren’t?” Vlad said, removing the pillow from his face. “They have unfinished business, they’re always making everyone uncomfortable. Why would a being do that if they were good?”

Anastasia shrugged her shoulders.

“You know what I do know though?”

Vlad sent a scowl her way.

“Time heals all wounds. You’ll bounce back in no time. Plus, if she can’t handle you having a differing opinion, it probably wouldn’t be the best relationship to be in anyways.”

Vlad huffed. “I guess you’re right.”

Anastasia smiled and bopped him on the nose.

“I’m always right.”

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They were in college now.

At least Anastasia was.

Vlad had been in a terrible lab accident the year before, and he’s been home for two months now. He’d finally made some genuine friends but then this happened.

He still hasn’t answered any of their calls.

Vlad hardly ever left his room. Every once in a while he could be seen dragging himself to the bathroom and back. He never went into the kitchen. They ended up bringing plates up for him.

Sometimes he ended up in the living without the stairs creaking at all, scaring anyone who was on the first floor at the time.

He even looked scared himself. As if he didn’t know how he got there.

Sometimes she’d hear him listening to old voicemails from his friends, trying to conceal his sobs, only for him to throw the phone at the wall.

Today he was quiet. He hasn’t left his room, and he never opened his door to the plate outside it.

Anastasia took a deep breath, and cracked open Vlad’s door.

“Vlad?”

No reply.

She walked towards where he was on the bed, and pulled the blanket off of his head.

Except Vlad wasn’t there. It was a pile of carefully placed pillows.

She sucked in a harsh breath, turning around, nearly running into Vlad.

Vlad?

“How did you-?” She asked, pointing from him to the bed.

Ignoring her, he skulked to the bed and flopped down on it.

“What do you want, Anastasia?”

She shuffled her feet, still thoroughly confused. “I came to see how you were doing.”

He looked at her with scorn, as if she should know the answer already. “What makes you think I’m doing any better than yesterday?”

Anastasia threw her arm towards the door. “Well clearly you’re well enough to be sneaking around on us.”

He rolled away from her, facing the wall.

She sighed. “Vlad, I know this is hard but you gotta start doing something other than sitting in your room all day. Read a book, go for a walk. Or at least sit outside in the yard.”

Nothing.

“Mom says ‘time heals all’-”

Suddenly, faster than she can blink, Vlad was up in front of her face shouting.

“No! Time can’t heal all wounds! It can’t!”

He hit his lamp, sending it crashing to the floor, startling Anastasia. He squeezed his eyes shut at the action.

“Time can’t fix this.”

Vlad laid back in his bed, and after a few moments Anastasia left the room quietly.

The next morning Vlad was gone.

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Vlad hasn’t seen his family in 20 years. Not after he nearly lost control in front of Anastasia. They never knew where to look for him.

It was kind of hard to track a ghost anyways.

He’d always kept tabs on them though. Making sure that they were okay and well.

After they’d reconciled, Jack convinced him to go see her. To get coffee.

Or something.

So now, Vlad was standing in front of his old childhood home, rickety and worn after all these years. The garden was overgrown and some of the windows were cracked, but there was still evidence of life.

There were new toys littering the yard. And their old swing set was replaced with a newer one.

Walking down the path to the front door, he saw a little frog, happily playing his guitar. It was cracked and chipped. Now gray after a lifetime in the elements.

Now in front of the same, rickety screen door, Vlad paused, his chest tightening.

What if she didn’t want to see him? What if she pushed him away?

Taking a deep breath, Vlad knocked on the door, jiggling it in the frame.

After a minute, the door was opened by a woman. She looked at him for a few seconds, before her eyes widened in realization.

“Vlad?”

He nodded, and that was all the prompting she needed. She flung herself at his chest, tears falling from her eyes. Her grip was tight and she was squeezing his bones together.

“Vlad! Oh my god! It’s been so long!” She said through her tears.

“We thought you were dead.”

The weight in her voice choked Vlad up. He finally wrapped his arms around her just as tightly, head tucked into her neck.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Anastasia.”

She shook her head, wiping her nose on his suit jacket.

She sniffled before pulling away and looking at him.

“What are you doing here?”

Vlad smiled at her, pulling out a recent picture of Maddie, Jack, and himself.

“Time finally healed my wound.”

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piece i did in crayon and then digitally manipulated in photoshop

i did good enough in my technique i guess cuz apparently people thought i did all of it traditionally with chalk pastels 

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fun fact

this is the first piece of gravity falls i ever witnessed

it was a couple years ago. a long time

i remember seeing screenshots or clips from the show and being like

thats wierd or it seems overly peppy

because everything i saw mabel was wearing the brighter louder sweaters

and then because of danny phantom crossovers i was hearing about i was like “ok watch gravity falls or steven universe” and i chose gravity falls and i havent watched steven universe yet because of how much i liked gravity falls

it is now half my life.

the other half is danny phantom

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so im on pinterest u kno

and like i see this post about types of kisses like morning kisses and i miss you kisses and stuff like that

and my brain is just like

write? writing? fic?

angst?

angst

anGST 

and so now im off to write some swagger bishie angst