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Felt like doing some body horror for halloween 🖤

#yess

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Day 12 - Way of Life, Cause of Death

Still, she persisted.

It hadn’t taken her all at once, of course. The hurt, the drive, the suit. Standing there, underneath a glowing moon, she knew that. The steps were individual, and she had taken them intentionally. Each pull of a trigger, each tiny hope that it would land true and firm and she’d never have to pull it again. It never did. She made the choices willingly, willfully, with no thought to the consequences. Her dad had always told her she was impulsive. A fair argument, even when she was a kid, as there were some nights that she rumbled the walls of their house, too big for just the two of them, with hare-brained stunts of childhood gymnastics or chemistry.

And now he was dead. And still, she persisted.

When she accepted the first version of the suit, she only thought of her target. Her hunt. She didn’t think of the black-and-red target stuck permanently on her back, only the rush of flying. She didn’t think of the victim, only of the power behind the barrel. She didn’t think she would become the Huntress, just a huntress. But she did. The second version of the suit, the one that sat under her skin and itched, just secured her fate. She had become the ultimate version of herself, and she hadn’t known. She had only wanted to protect, to fight back, to fight.

Once, she realized, she wasn’t able to judge a child’s fear at a glance, taste it in her throat. Once, her teeth didn’t sharpen, her ears didn’t point. Once, she didn’t notice that he had the same. But now, she hovered, bobbing slightly in the passing wind, over the rubble. She tasted it all, the pain, the fear. The anger. The anger tasted best, and it helped sharpen her sight. She saw her target, there, and she pointed her pistol.

She will persist.

#spewing spirits #danny phantom #ectoberhaunt22 #day 12 #am i doing ectober halfway through? yes. do i care? no #anyways i luvvv scrivener already i will use it more in the coming month

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It being called the "Crown of Fire" is something of a mistranslation. The word used is the archaic form of "fire", yes, but that's because classical ghost culture conceptualizes spiritual energy, the stuff that's in ectoblasts and otherwise forms the bonds between ectoplasmic molecules, as fire. The two were, in fact, indestinguishable from one another in the infinite realms until such a time molecular analysis could become commonplace.

#spewing spirits #gentle hauntings

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Interview With A Ghost

Red Robin, (aka Tim Drake) decides to host a YouTube series called “Teenage Hero Burnout” after he makes a video by the same name talking about his own experiences.

He interviews current and past heroes who started their careers as teens and discuss how it shaped their outlook on heroing & life in general. His primary focus is on current teen heroes. Once he runs through his whole team roster and all willing (and unwilling) BatFam members he branches out to look for more obscure teen heroes. (Inadvertently he ends up building a support network for young heroes but that’s for another time.)

Ficlet under the cut vvv (Ao3 Link)

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A couple days after his parents learned he was Phantom, Danny realized he didn’t explain the nature of his condition as well as he could have.

“Can… can I talk to Phantom?”

His Mom seemed to regret speaking as soon as she’d asked.

“Uh, what do you mean?”

She bit her lip. “I mean, if you’re not busy or anything. We only talked to him that first night after you, uh, switched.”

“Mom,” he said slowly, “you know I am Phantom, right? Like, we established this—”

“I know. I know you’re the same. It’s just that I wanted to talk to him for a second about ghost stuff.” She paused. “If that’s alright with you.”

His parents still weren’t comfortable with the ghost stuff. It probably took a lot of courage to ask him to change. He was grateful that she was willing to let him share this part of himself with her so soon.

“Yeah, sure.” He pulled on his core and made the change. White light washed over him and replaced his day-clothes with his HAZMAT suit. “So, what ghost stuff?”

She stared. “You heard that?”

“Uh, heard what?”

“About me wanting to talk about ghost stuff. I mean, I didn’t really want to go to into it earlier, but just how conscious are you and Danny of each other when you switch? Are you always listening under the surface, or like—”

“Mom, hold up.” He raised a hand. “Do you think that like, Danny and Phantom are two different, I don’t know, personalities? Or something?”

Her face went red. “Are—are you not?”

“Uh, no. I don’t think so? I’m me. Just—” he waved to himself “—me with white hair and cool outfit?”

“No.” She shook her head. “But you act so different?”

“Because I have a secret identity? Not like, whatever you’re thinking. Same Danny, I swear.”

“So, when you say that you’re Phantom… you mean that you don’t just share a body. You really are…”

“Yeah…” He tried not to waver under her shocked gaze. “Is that alright?”

“Of course! I just—I’m just surprised, is all.” She sat down on his bed. “So when Phantom told Vlad Masters to kiss his ass, that was all you. Danny.”

“Uh, I mean, Vlad is kind of complicated—”

“And the time Phantom phased some GIW into the ground by the wrists, pantsed them, and goaded a group of Casper High kids into using them as paintball targets.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say I goaded them.” He shrugged. “They were eager to do it.”

“Or the time Phantom was found loose in the car wash, high on ghost nip and trying to fight the brushes.”

“Hey!” With a rush of ectoplasm, his cheeks suddenly felt cold. “That’s—that’s uncalled for.”

“Ghost nip! Really, Danny?”

“You left it in the kitchen! I didn’t know what it was! That’s your fault, if anything!”

His Mom shook her head. “Great. I thought at least, ‘Hey! Phantom’s the wild one! Danny’s the sensible one. No need to worry about him.’ You’re going to make me go gray at forty-two, Daniel James.”

He didn’t regret most of his escapades as Phantom, but he realized now that his parents were privy to all his antics he wouldn’t have the same freedom as he once had.

“I’m sorry.”

She pressed her hand into his. They were both wearing gloves, but it was still nice to feel her warmth. “You don’t need to be. I told you before, didn’t I? That I accept you no matter what you’ve done as Phantom.”

“You thought Phantom was some other person in my head, not me.”

“That doesn’t change anything, though. Ghost or not, you’re still my son. You will always be my son.”

Despite the initial miscommunication, they were bridging a clearer understanding of what life after the reveal meant.

It didn’t seem all that bad.

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Two Half Ghosts and a Funeral

The first thing Danny could comprehend as he woke up from the tranquilizer was the smell of ammonia wafted under his nose.  It made his face crinkle up.  Sounds started coming after that but they were slow and muffled at first.  The same with his sight.  When he opened his eyes, the world came to him in blobs of color.  Next was the feel of someone holding up his head by his jaw and patting his cheek annoyingly.

“Up and atem, m’boy.  I don’t want you groggy when you meet everyone for the first time.” 

It was the first sentence he could make out.  Then everything came together in a rush.

He was staring into the face of his worst enemy, Vlad Plasmius.  His eyes darted around the unfamiliar setting in a panic.  He was in the front seat of a car.  His hands were bound by some Electrical looking, green handcuffs.  He tried to phase out of them, only for the cuffs to glow and feel his power completely unavailable. Under the surface but locked away.

When Vlad saw that the boy was now completely coherent, he began his pitch.

“Now hear me out-” SMACK!!

Danny cut him off with a sudden surprise head butt.  

“ARGH! YOU LITTLE BRAT!”

When Danny noticed they were at a rest stop parking lot, he began screaming.

“HELP-” 

Vlad quickly covered the boy’s mouth with his hand 

“Knock it off!  What’s that going to do?!  You WANT strangers wrapped up in this?!  Now you listen to me! I have your phone.  I texted your friends that you’ll be spending the weekend with your family, and I texted your family that you’ll be spending the weekend with your friends!  No one is coming for you.  You do exactly what I say, and you’ll be back home this Sunday night in one piece!  If not, I promise you I will reign Hell on you and your loved ones like you can never imagine!  Do I make myself clear?!”

Vlad removed his hand and Danny glared daggers at him.  “And what DO you want, Plasmius?  My DNA to clone me?  A date with my mom?”

Vlad leaned back in his seat and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.  He muttered to himself, “If only I had gotten those things sooner.  I wouldn’t BE in this mess.

First things first!  You see that public rest room over there?  I want you to go in and change into this suit.”  

He pointed to a dry cleaning bag in the backseat “And clean yourself up.  You’re going to look presentable for when we arrive.  We’re twenty minutes away.  Be quick about it.  I don’t want us to be late!”

“For what?!”  Danny spat out.

Vlad inhaled sharply through his nose and closed his eyes for a moment before he provided an answer that Danny was not expecting.

“My father’s funeral.”

All the malice was just sucked out of the boy, leaving only confusion.  Of course he didn’t trust Vlad.  He wouldn’t put it past the creep to make up a story like that just to make Danny let his guard down, but something about the way Vlad appeared told him, he wasn’t lying.  Vlad always looked gleeful when he was lying.  Even when he was making up a sob story to manipulate others.  It was like he couldn’t hide how proud he was of himself to be pulling one over on someone else. He’d always slip into a smile, even if it was just for a moment.  There was no smile to be found here.  Danny didn’t know what to make of his enemy’s expression.  Vlad looked sober and tired.  It looked as though he truly didn’t want to be here doing this.

When Danny fell silent, Vlad took this as an opportunity to explain.

“I am not very close with my family.  We don’t visit each other often, although we do exchange emails from time to time.  I have told them that I am married to your mother.  That she works as a busy surgeon.  That our children are away at boarding school, and that we’re always sorry we can’t come out to see them, but we send our love. I always make an excuse for why they can’t meet my wife and children.”

“Because you don’t want them to know you’re a creepy fruitloop who lies and kidnaps kids?”  Danny interjected dryly.  

“I don’t want to hear YOU of all people lecture me about being honest with my family, Daniel!”

“They are in deep mourning.”  Vlad continued.

“I can’t show up with another excuse as to why the wife and kids are not with me!  It’ll be a drop in the bucket compared to the grief my mother is experiencing right now, but it’ll make her at least a little bit happier to meet her grandson for the first time.”

“EXCUSE ME?!”  Was Danny’s incredulous reply.

“Here’s the story we’re going to go with!  Your mother can’t be here because she has to take care of her own parent’s failing health!  Your sister is away studying abroad in Switzerland.  All the flights are grounded due to a snow storm. They can’t make it, but they’re sending flowers.  I’ve already had some sent to my mother’s house with their forged signatures.  YOU were able to come home from boarding school for this!”

Vlad gave Danny a threatening glare as he made his demands.

“You will eat my mother’s cooking!  Give everyone hugs!  Be the most polite and charming boy a grandmother can ask for!  Then we lay my father to rest, and you get to go home, no worse for ware!”

“What if I refuse and run away the moment you take these cuffs off me?”

“Than I know the next funeral I’ll be invited to.”  Vlad threatened darkly.

“What if I tell your family the truth when we get there?”

Vlad looked ready to either pull his own hair out or Danny’s.  He slammed his hands on the car steering wheel a few times in his anger before finally taking a moment to compose himself.

“Daniel, I know you’d sooner laugh at any of my struggles, than help me, but I also know you have this thing about not wanting the innocent to get hurt.  Regardless of what you may think of me, my family has done nothing to you.  They are innocent people in mourning.  If you expose me this weekend, it will hurt me, yes, but the person harmed most by your actions will be a recently widowed, grieving old woman.”

Danny REALLY didn’t want to do this. He couldn’t think of a worse weekend than to lie to a bunch of strangers, pretend to be Vlad’s son, and make awkward small talk about a dead man he knew nothing about, but Vlad wasn’t wrong.  He couldn’t stand that innocent people would get hurt because of his actions.  Although he hated Vlad for putting him in this situation in the first place.

“Why me?  You’re rich.  You can hire actors to be your family.” Danny countered.

“It has to be you.”  Vlad averted his gaze, feeling embarrassed.  “I photoshopped family Christmas cards with you, your mother, and Jasmine in them.  They’re expecting someone who looks like you!”

Danny stared at his enemy, mouth ajar, surprised that even HE would sink to a level so pathetic and creepy.  

“…..Dude….”, Danny’s only response.

“I thought that I would have a perfect clone and your mother in love with me by now!  Life throws curve balls!  Trust me Daniel! The last thing I want out of this weekend is to be anywhere near your unending teenage sass, but it looks like we’re both in for a rough time! Now here!  Take this and get changed!”

He reached back and grabbed the dry cleaning bag from the back seat, harshly throwing it at Danny.

“I’m going to unlock your anti-ecto-cuffs now.  I swear to you, if you flee, I will make you regret it!”

Danny only glared as he allowed the cuffs to be undone.  For once he was in agreement with Vlad.  This was going to be a rough weekend.

#oh this is fun #take it the angst way and danny realizes that the root of vlads problems are in an emotionally distant family #who never saw vlad for who he was but intsead who they wanted him to be #OR take it the funny way #danny being a jerk and generally poking holes in vlads stories #OR TAKE IT BOTH WAYS #danny starts off jerky but as the dtory progresses danny figures things out and starts genuinely protecting vlad like #'vlads an ass but hes my ass who i want to see get not-assy so fuck u stop treating him like this'

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i love pitting classically trained magic users against self-taught magic users in sci-fi/fantasy but it shouldn’t be snobbish disdain for them it should be terror

#prev said danny but. samcore #spellsword sam my beloved <3

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I know I mostly keep this blog to comics but I am dying. Somehow Danny Phantom got brought up at work and my co-worker looked up the lyrics on Genius a site that has annotations for certain lyrics. This was the annotation for this line and I’m dead.

#PREV

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he's haunted by his own ghost

#oh sick #ask to tag

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Thinking of a master of space!danny...

I love ghost king danno, but i think him becoming a protector and cultivator of the here and now, making sure that it stays stable and harmless, is super fun and neat. Similar to clocky keeping potentialities in tact, danny keeps the things that actually happen functioning as they should. Mostly, this means patching up thin spots in the universe so that unnatural portals dont pop up (as there's a difference between spots where the two sides of the universe naturally meet and spots that have been, intentionally or not, worn thin), or barring that, keeping those unnatural portals in check and preventing anything world destroyingly malevolent from getting through.

His lair becomes more and more of a planetarium-type thing, near-infinitely wide but only a couple stories tall in the non-observatorium part.(the acutal plantetarium just lets danny fly right into it to fix whatever needs fixing.) This is fine, though, because danny develops the ability to shuffle and stretch and shrink space as necessary.

He also gets a cool cape that glitters with the night sky bc i want him to have fun

#spewing spirits #danny phantom #gonna call this au #starry night

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DannyMay day 8: stained glass

A prophecy foretold

No dialogue in undercut

#lost time

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you know I never DID design that bad-timeline +20yrs Vlad for the Danny B. Fenton au........ wanted 2 fix that. :)

(all the designs here are concepys for the +20yrs Vlad design, despite what the text might accidentally imply. i just had fun drawing on top of everything lol)

#um. hi

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dumb reveal scenario: you ever sneeze so hard it felt like your soul momentarily left your body?

you know where I'm going with this.

#being ghost #this is great #it almost implies that dannys state is the natural one #and that being human is something he has to focus on #which is fun and interesting!

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My really self indulgent DP au is any au where Phantom’s just a really otherworldly pretty ice ghost

#ah yes #froslass danny

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Butch hartman got hacked lmao

#LMAOO get fucked

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yo Danny Fenton he was just fourteen 

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Dannypocalypse 2022