#ghost writing

He traces Dottores facial features, slowly, softly and with a tenderness that he is certain the other man rarely..if ever has experienced prior. Mainly due to the walls the man had built, a labyrinth built from survival and pride. Maybe Pantalone would be the first person to see his way out of it. If Zandik ever let him.

Pantalone continues to stroke his face moving his hand into the other man’s hair. Somewhere between the scalp massage and a thumb on his upper lip, Dottore wakes up. He almost jolts up, telling Pantalone to stop prodding on him while he’s trying to sleep but restrains himself.

It reminds him of sometimes he’d wake to Pantalone cuddling into him. Sometimes nuzzling into his neck despite being the taller one. Dottore doesn’t fully, understand why Pantalone feels the need to do this. But he’s sure that he can humor him.

After all, he doesn’t mind it with how soothing it is and he appreciates the seemingly rapt attention he’s getting despite pretending to still be sleep. He also knows Pantalone humors him and his clones with many of the things they do to him.

Maybe, because he just wants to spend more time with him in every incarnation. It must be quite the experience for him but 35 doesn’t understand how Pantalone is so patient with him especially 8 and 18. But he is. Usually with a soft smile. So Dottore will graciously allow it.

sleep:

do they need sleep? where do they sleep? how? all the questions about sleep !!! (... that i could think of !!!)

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a/n: this was. hard. harder than i thought... !!! but i think i am getting the hang of it...!! yay !!! my first headcanon posts of my faves !!! enjoy :3 !!!

Been waffling on these, but I've solidified.

Jimmy Olsen: 19, turning 20 soon. The Olsen's lived in the suburbs just outside of Metropolis and the minute Jimmy shifted from Intern to Employee he started getting a living wage*. One he was finished with High School he realized it was easier to just rent an apartment closer to work. His parents were supportive and helped him out finding a place and they still have dinner together at least once a week. Or at least they did until he vanished without a trace.

Danny Fenton: 17 years old. Kept his secret from his parents for about a year and a half before coming clean. He wished he done it sooner because, just like he always told Vlad, their love for him was greater than their hatred of ghosts. They started working with him, challenging their old views and in the process discovered a lot about how they and others had been affected by ectoplasm exposure. Everything was going better than he could have imagined, until the day the GiW got lucky.

Tim Drake: 19, though he still looks the same as when he was 17. Doesn't mind his baby face, except for the teasing from his older brothers. He's lucky, Kon doesn't get to age at all! He's still technically Wayne Enterprise's CEO but he's gotten better at delegating than Bruce ever was, and was honestly looking forward to handing the reigns over to Damian, before Damian decided he wanted to be a doctor instead and Tim is still trying to find and exit strategy that keeps the job in the family. His current goal is to convince Jason to take over. The man runs a (criminal) business, he knows how it works!

The phrasing of option #2 is mostly in jest, but I think it's worth mentioning that with the traditional ghost writer method, the writers are getting paid. If your actual vote would be something like "won't use AI because he supports newer/smaller writers' careers," vote for #2.

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"Okay, look at him and tell me he doesn't look like the cutest little bat."

"Aeth, he looks more like a bug in that thing, it's way too big on him!"

Aether huffed and held the little kit, dressed in a bat onesie, close to him, bouncing him. "Don't listen to your daddy, Phantom, you're not a little bug." He cooed, kissing between Phantom's little horns that were just starting to grow, earning a noise from the kit. Roughly the age of a toddler, Phantom was still quite small and only knew how to shriek and make noises. The closest he got to speaking was when he screeched, "Da" when reached for either Dew or Aether.

It'd been an effort, Dewdrop and Aether raising a kit topside, but oh, they wouldn't trade Phantom for the world. Aether had done the hardwork of carrying their kit and bringing him to term, and after hours of labor, Phantom entered the world, all tiny and very loud as he wailed. Dew's runt genes had carried over, but he had Quintessence energy. He really was a combination of both his parents.

Balancing tour life and a kit was tricky as well, although Papa had been more than generous in letting little Phantom tag along with them. Ifrit was already deemed a "bad" influence by Dewdrop ever since he was found trying to get Phantom's first word to be "Fritter" but Zephyr and Mountain were more than respectable and it balanced out. Aether was simply happy that his small pack were so fond of his and his mate's kit.

"Here, we should put him in this." Dew grinned as he held up a toddler sized Black Sabbath shirt. Most of the clothes they had for Phantom were a little too big, in the hopes he'd grow into it. "Gotta start them young, you know."

Aether rolled his eyes. "Yes because we should totally be introducing our kit to rock and metal bands." He teased. He and Dew had been sorting through new and old things belonging to Phantom. It didn't help having an entire pack and Papa that spoiled their little one. Kits were a rarity topside afterall.

"Actually music is proven to be scientifically good for babies." Dewdrop spoke up as Phantom cooed and wiggled in Aether's lap.

"On human babies, droplet. That study is on human babies, it hasn't been proven for kits." Aether replied, but Dew wasn't listening and he was already picking up a pair of soft black pants from the pile of Phantom's old clothes.

"Okay but how cute would he look? All he needs is one of those small leather jackets." The Water Ghoul hummed.

The Quint smiled. "He's gonna be a guitarist just like this dad, huh?" He looked down at Phantom, who was now chewing on his all too big onesie sleeve. He chuckled and lifted the kit into the air. "Gonna take over my position, yeah? When you're all grown up and big." His smile grew and Phantom giggled and waved his arms in the air, shrieking and cooing at the attention.

Dewdrop crawled over to sit next to Aether, his clothing choiced abandoned as he smiled at the sight. "He might be better than you one day." He added as Aether slowly handed Phantom over to him.

"Of course, he will. I'll teach him everything he has to know and he'll have you to support him."

Dew held the little one close in his arms and smiled all wide, letting Phantom reach up and place his little hands on his gills. "Our little Phantom." He held him a bit closer, nuzzling the kit's hair and closing his eyes as he started to purr. His tail intertwined with Aether's and he felt the Quint pull him closer. He wouldn't trade any of this for the world

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The blaring of Dewdrop's alarm went off and he groaned, peeling himself from the bed and rolled onto his side to turn the alarm off. He flopped back onto the bed with a sigh, staring at the ceiling for a moment. He looked to the other side of his bed. Empty. Aether was likely called for an early morning shift in the infirmary, leaving Dew alone in their bed.

His hands went to his neck, feeling the scarring where his gills had once been. It had been so real. Phantom, in his arms. Here with them. But that era came and went. Ifrit and Zephyr were no longer here. Terzo was disposed. And now a new Papa, a former Cardinal, was in his place. He wasn't even a Water Ghoul anymore.

A pit formed in his stomach. He tried to recall that dream, wanting to cling to it a bit longer but it disappated.

Phantom was nothing more than a dream. He wanted to believe he was still alive but he had been so young when he and Aether were summoned. A kit, a runt kit nonetheless didn't stand a chance on his own. He had to be dead and that's why he haunted Dewdrop's dreams.

With a shaky breath, the Fire Ghoul climbed out of bed and started to get ready for the day. One day he and Aether would forget him, he knew that. He knew that one day they'd never even remember what he looked like. Dew could only pray that day never came. He looked himself over in the mirror before leaving the room. Phantom wouldn't even recognize him.

!!!! aw im so sorry for the late answer, life has been messy! thank you so much, that means a lot to me!!! i dont read comics as often as i would like so i dont know the full lore n stuff, but i'm happy i'm not embarrassing myself somehow hahah

maybe i'll try posting more wips then :] got lots of those