by ~bluefox117

by ~bluefox117


by *Lokkaeold

by *Lokkaeold


by ~MelancholyChamomile

Omg so cute! ><

by ~MelancholyChamomile

Omg so cute! ><


by ~bluefox117

by ~bluefox117


by ~MelancholyChamomile

by ~MelancholyChamomile
im so happy this exists

Glad to have made ya happy =)

WARNING: SAD
(takes place in a graveyard shortly after Danny’s family has died in TUE. )

He knew that they wouldn’t want him to be sad. They would want him to move on, be happy again. Crying never solved anything. All it did was make you feel worse. 

Yet staring at the graves of what was once his beloved family and friends, Danny couldn’t help himself.

The rain poured all around him, perfectly matching his mood. Despite his hood, Danny could still feel the cold drops on his face, mixing with his tears. He was freezing, he was wet, and his eyes stung from crying, but none of those pains could hold a candle to the stabbing sensation he felt in his heart.

"I could’ve done something," he said, kneeling in front of his parent’s joint tombstone. "I had the power. If I had been there…I could have saved them. Why wasn’t I there?! I should’ve been there!" Danny buried his face in his hands. 

"I’m supposed to protect the city. I’m supposed to be their ‘great defender’. And I can’t even save my own family. How can I possibly say I can defend the town from danger when I can’t even defend my own loved ones?! Why the Hell wasn’t I there for you?! This is my fault. It’s all my fault…"

Danny looked upwards, into the pitch black sky. His parents…Jazz…Sam…Tucker…even Mr. Lancer, who he hadn’t even liked…they were all gone…

…And he was to blame. He knew he was.

The knowledge of that hurt deeper than anything any ghost could have dished out. 

"I know I made a promise. But I can’t possibly hope to protect the city if I can’t protect you. Let someone else handle it. Let the Guys in White be the city’s ghost catchers. I can’t use these powers anymore. I thought they were a gift, but they’ve caused me nothing but more grief. I don’t wanna be special anymore. I just want this pain to go away. Is that too much to ask?!"

He’d been hurt before. Emotionally and physically. But he’d always had someone beside him to help. Someone who cared. Someone who loved him. Now he had no one. He was alone.

"I don’t wanna be alone…I want someone who’ll understand. Someone who’ll love me. Somebody who’ll take away my pain." Face completely soaked with tears now, Danny looked up his parents tombstone.

"Mom, Dad, please….don’t leave me alone. Send me someone. Send me some sign that I don’t have to be alone now."

Although the rain continued around him, it suddenly stopped hitting his face. Someone was holding an umbrella over his head. Danny turned and stood, looking into the eyes of Vlad Masters. For once, the eyes were devoid of anger, spite, or smugness. There was only sorrow and sympathy, a look that, without words, told Danny immediately that the older man understood.

Placing his free hand gently on Danny’s shoulder, Vlad said in a hoarse whisper…

"Am I good enough?"

Danny didn’t give it a second thought. He lept into Vlad’s embrace, knocking the umbrella to the ground.


by ~thedarklordkeisha


Translation: &#8220;Don&#8217;t worry, my dear&#8230;&#8221;
by ~bradsgurl

Translation: “Don’t worry, my dear…”

by ~bradsgurl


by ~BeetleBabe

Happy Valentin Day!
Sorry I&#8217;m late, I wasn&#8217;t able to connect earlier ^^&#8217;

by ~BeetleBabe

Happy Valentin Day!

Sorry I’m late, I wasn’t able to connect earlier ^^’