#Cujo wasn't alone

[nelkcats]

Application Rejected

When Danny adopted Cujo he saw him as a puppy, which was a little sad considering the implications. He always thought Cujo was the only one who had stayed, the only one whose soul had persisted. He thought Cujo was alone.

He was wrong. Not all adult dogs and puppies stayed, of course. But many had. Cujo was simply the only one who decided to return to the world of the living, probably because of his obsession with his toy.

One day Cujo showed him where they were all hiding; Danny knew that those dogs had not stayed for the same reason as Cujo, they probably had a myriad of different reasons, and that was fine.

The problem was that excluding some of the adult dogs (that obviously were fine on their own and didn't care), there were many puppies similar to Cujo running around in need of affection and he couldn't adopt them all (besides, Cujo would definitely get jealous). And while many ghosts agreed to take a couple, it wasn't all of them, so Danny did something extreme.

He held an adoption fair in Amity, which was a smashing success. He just forgot that a lot of people in Amity...were usually traveling, and the ghost puppies would follow.

Then, a few days later when a scowling guy showed up (he obviously wasn't part of the general Amity Park population) and demanded a "bright green" puppy, Danny said no and refused his application. He couldn't trust someone with no knowledge with a ghost dog. Although he did offer him a course to learn about their care.

Damian Wayne was offended with his overall assessment. He was obviously the right person to care for one of those pups. So he set out to prove that to the boy in front of him, without hesitation.

#dpxdc #Damian wants to adopt a ghost dog #he doesn't know the dog is a ghost tho #he just heard about an adoption fair with weird puppies and traveled there #Bruce was confused about his sudden departure #dp x dc #dc x dp #Danny rejected Damian adoption application of course #He only accepts people who have the skills and knowledge to take care of a ghost dog #The guy in front of him obviously doesn't know anything about ectoplasm or ghosts #But he felt bad for him and decided to offer a course #Cujo wasn't alone #he was just the only one that wanted to return to the land of the living #Danny could leave the dogs there since they were surviving on their own but #It doesn't felt right #There are ghost dogs around Amity now #some of the adult dogs were adopted too #Amity is in peace with the Infinite Realms #If it wasn't about animals Damian would probably have told Bruce about ghost dogs and ghosts in general #But he got distracted with his new objectives #Maybe #dead serious

[scarletsaphire]

i’m gonna come in asking for platonic ships because i’m cooler than everyone else jazz and cujo :)

Jazz held on tighter to the leash, half jogging, half walking down the road. "I always knew that I'd be the one taking care of it, " she grumbled under her breath. "Only responsible one in the house. Can't even keep the food in the fridge from coming to life, but sure, let's adopt a dog! That's a brilliant idea!"

Cujo, who had been sniffing one of the neighbor's flower bushes, turned around to look at her. He was a smart dog, even when he'd been alive, and Jazz was pretty convinced that death had only made the little guy smarter. It sure felt like he knew she was talking about him, with the puppy dog eyes he was giving her. Jazz walked the rest of the way and bent down to scratch at his head, right behind his ear. It was his favorite spot.

"I'm not mad at you," she said softly. "I just don't think its fair that I'm the one up at two in the morning taking you for walkies when I'm not the one who brought you into this family." Her complaining was just complaining; Danny was out cold after a night of patrolling, and neither of them trusted their parents with Cujo alone quite yet. They'd both been ecstatic about adopting Cujo, after they'd gotten past their initial "That's a ghost which means it is evil and must be destroyed" reaction, but they're excitement had been a bit too close to scientific discovery than a cute new pet. None of that meant that Jazz couldn't complain.

Cujo rolled over onto his back, letting Jazz pet his belly. She knelt the rest of the way onto the ground, blowing a raspberry into Cujo's icy cold fur. "You're lucky you're so cute," she said into his belly. "Otherwise I wouldn't be so willing to do this." Cujo yipped and squirmed underneath her, and she straightened, letting Cujo roll back onto his legs. "You don't even have to pee or anything, you're just impatient."

The neighbor's front porch light turned on, and the owner of the house, a crotchety old man by the name of Mr. Galvon stepped out. Jazz froze in her stooped position.

"I heard ya out there!" Mr. Galvon slurred. Jazz could just barely see his eyes narrowing in her direction. "Damn hooligans, show yourself before I make ya!"

When Jazz was younger and the Fenton's had just moved to Amity, she had been scared of Mr. Galvon. Despite that being years ago, he'd still fit the bill of "old" and "crotchety" just as well. He'd spend hours on his porch, glaring at anyone who dared try and walk the streets, and she'd quickly learned to play hopscotch on the other side of Fentonworks, where his gaze didn't reach. He always smelled strongly like prunes and baby powder, a scent that seemed to waft to him and smother anyone within a thirty foot radius.

Jazz wasn't scared of him anymore; even if it hadn't been for the ghosts, she'd grown up around sentient hot dogs and war hardened Thanksgiving turkeys. It was hard for any regular human to scare her anymore. That didn't mean she wanted to get yelled at by him, or worse, have the cops called on her. Even if she wasn't doing anything wrong, Mr. Galvon would do it, and knowing how little action the Amity Park Police got nowadays, they might put her in cuffs just cause. Jazz decided the best course of action would be to stay crouched and stay still; his eyesight had been fading over the years, so as long as she didn't draw any more attention to herself, she'd be fine.

Cujo did not agree. One moment he was his normal adorable little self, and the next he was towering over her, snarling at the front door. Jazz heard Mr. Galvon curse, quickly followed by the door slamming shut. The porch light shut off, and Jazz was plunged back into near darkness, with only Cujo's green glow to light her way.

Cujo quickly turned back to his puppy self, and looked at her again with his big puppy eyes. She stifled a laugh and scooped him up in her arms, scratching behind his ear again. "Good dog."

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #jazz fenton #jasmine fenton #dp cujo

[redfoxtail26]

DP AU where ghosts are invisible to non-ghosts by default:

Ghosts still can be visible, but it's an active power like how invisibility is in canon, and other ghosts can still see them when invisible, so most don't really see a point to it.

Halfas are always at least slightly visible, even in ghost form. When switching forms, they retain the same level of visibility.

All ghosts, halfa or otherwise, are entirely intangible, except to other ghosts. Most can switch to full tangibility at will.

This has certain consequences:

Since Danny can be seen by ghosts, and partially seen by humans, there's little to no tactical advantage to being "invisible".

In most cases, Phantom is the only ghost seen fighting, and is therefore blamed for almost all of the property damage by ghosts (even if he wasn't present).

Most people aren't entirely sure Phantom is a ghost, despite the name. After all, he claims to be fighting ghosts, but can't or won't explain why people can see him and not the rest. Since he's the only "ghost" most people have seen, there's no concrete evidence that ghosts exist.

Phantom having a secret identity is public knowledge. There's not really a strong investigation (just the local police), since he's mostly regarded as a non-violent vandal.

It's way harder for him to get to the scene of a fight. What with the lack of ghost awareness, his only alert systems are his ghost sense and word of mouth that "something weird is going on" or "that Phantom guy is up to something again".

As an added bonus, Danny gets in a lot more trouble for skipping class (not that he didn’t get in a lot before), because there's no panic over ghost attacks until Phantom shows up, and it's minimal even then.

The Fentons still believe in ghosts, but they're not considered to be reputable. They think Phantom is a special kind of ghost, and that he's some sort of leader to them. (They're not entirely wrong on the first, and the second is somewhat true later on if Danny becomes the Ghost King.)

The GIW have no reason to exist, at least not as a "government organization". If they do exist, it's as a large-scale group of "paranormal investigators".

Valerie blaming Phantom for her father's demotion makes way more sense, since Cujo was invisible the whole time. There's more of a backlash against the Huntress, because she's more of a standard vigilante. Her weapons are mostly designed to work on humans, but some of them work on halfas, too. (Vlad couldn't give her weapons that only worked on full ghosts, because she was bound to use them on "criminals" besides Phantom.) She still calls Phantom "ghost", but it's less of a dehumanizing identifier, and more of an effort to intentionally get his name wrong. Danny may or may not think this means she believes in ghosts.

The Phanclub is much smaller, and mostly consists of "Phantom believers" who trust that Phantom is telling the truth about ghosts, and that he really is protecting Amity Park. A minority of Phans think he really is responsible for at least some of the property damage, but forgive/respect him for one reason or another. Sam and Tuck pretend to be part of this group, Sam because "he's calling attention to the poor construction and maintenance of public and commercial infrastructure", and Tuck because "you've gotta respect a guy who occasionally gets school canceled and blames it on ghosts. absolute legend." Wes is perma-banned from the club for repeated attempts to convince its members that Phantom is really Danny Fenton, the kid who skips half his classes to go to the bathroom and couldn't knock down a wall if he had a wrecking ball, let alone finger lasers. Danny himself could only be caught dead at a Phanclub meeting, because his parents would kill him if he were found supporting a ghost.

Feel free to ask me more if I missed something, but as of right now, I think this post is long enough already. XD

#danny phantom #full transparency au #? #i'm open to suggestions #dp au #danny fenton #jack fenton #maddie fenton #valerie gray #dp cujo #vlad masters #sam manson #tucker foley #weird thing my brain came up with

[keysorsomething]

Cujo and Laika

This is a short little thing about a couple of my SCP OCs :) The last thing I posted that wasn't CoD related totally bombed but oh well, maybe this one will do better !!

I'd like to note this was written and posted before SCP-8662 had an official page

Aspen Wilder

Also known as SCP-8662-2,

Also known by the codename Cujo.

Cujo was a sad story. Aspen knew why they called her it, there was no way to pretend she didn't.

There was no way to pretend when she felt the rip and tear through her teeth and she tasted the metal bloom in her mouth. There was no way to pretend when she looked at the dried blood caked under her nails. There was no way to pretend when she had to wash it off.

She didn't get too close to Mitya. Not because she didn't like him, or because he didn't like her - they were on mostly good terms - but because they were foils.

It was almost poetic how perfect of a foil she was to him. And so, she never got too close. You wouldn't like it if your reflection winked at you, would you?

But her main question was that if she were named for the tragedy of a dog, shouldn't he be too?

The scientists always knew Laika was going to die. It was in the plan, she was to be fed poisoned food before she could run out of oxygen. They felt bad about it, even. They knew they had to, for humanity, but they felt bad about her having to die. It was only natural. Anyone would.

Laika was a street dog. She was scooped off the streets of Moscow because they thought she would be ideal to survive in space. But, that didn't mean she didn't know love.

One of the scientists, Vladimir Yazdovsky, took her home to play with his children before the mission, and the technicians kissed her nose and wished her well when she was placed inside the chamber. Some say they asked for forgiveness.

They reported she survived days, like planned. But that wasn't true.

Laika survived maybe seven hours in space, before dying of overheating and, according to some reports, panic.

She was meant to survive a week.

Seven hours of one-hundred-sixty-eight.

Mitya wouldn't guess when his seventh hour would come. Aspen wonders if Laika knew when hers did.

There's one major difference between the two, Laika and Cujo. Laika is a hero. Her death advanced humanity, advanced technology, advanced the world. But Cujo is the villain. Cujo rips and tears and kills, and even though he is just scared and confused at the hands of rabies turning his brain to mush, he is still the bad guy. The horror ends when he is killed.

But, still, even if they die differently, and even if they represent two different things, they both die scared.

Perhaps that fate will be shared by Aspen and Mitya. Perhaps they are hurtling towards their deaths, where they'll be alone and scared. Maybe even in pain.

Did Laika forgive the scientists? Did Cujo forgive Donna, the woman who killed him? Did they understand it was being done for good?

Animals know when they're going to die. They can feel it. They had to know they were going to die, didn't they? Will she know?

She will. Everyone in the Foundation knows when they are going to die, because they don't go peacefully.

And neither did Cujo.

She shudders down at the blood on her hands, feeling the stick of it on the skin around her mouth and down her neck.

It isn't a body, not anymore. That was her purpose, that was the origin of her name. They used her for her abilities. For what made her SCP-8662-2. And she used it to be a monster.

Not that she had a choice.

She was as much of a puppet for the 05s as Cujo was to his rabies.

She takes a deep breath, pulling her tongue against the skin of the back of her hand, letting the taste of the iron be pulled into her mouth. She liked the taste of the iron. Maybe that's why she didn't mind doing this so much.

She wasn't a violent dog, you see, but any dog would bite if it meant they got pet afterwards.

.

..

...

...Right?

She would be pet when she got back. She would have her hair ruffled, short nails digging into the skin behind her ears as they told her how well she had done. And she would eat it up.

And she would bite again, to feel the swell of pride of being told she had done well.

Who wouldn't?

She stood, not casting a glance at what she left behind. She stumbled, dizzy from sitting for so long. The blood dripped off her and down her arms, sliding back down her forearms and fingers, having slid up her elbows as she held her hands up.

Plip

She opens the door, looking down both halls. She wonders if the extraction team is here yet.

Plop

She lets out a sound of disgust as the blood hits the floor, even though it already covers her. She stumbles around the small dot on the clean floor, huffing.

Schlop

She gets back to the main room, the one she entered. She wasn't the only thing that was let go in here, she could see the blood splattered around.

Cujo wasn't the only book Stephen King wrote, after all.

Drop

The doors swing open, and the hidden faces of Mobile Task Force members rush in. Their yellow visors reflect the light, guns poised to shoot as they rush into the building past her.

And Laika reaches out to Cujo, because she is tired of being alone in space.

#scp foundation #scp fandom #original character #scp ocs #cujo #stephen king #laika the space dog

[kettlefire]

Just a Synopsis I thought about at work, about my fic "Finding Solace" pt. 2

For the longest time, Danny felt invisible. No one really saw him. They saw the version of him they wanted to see. When he's new identity as Phantom joined the picture, he felt more invisible.

More alone.

Everywhere he turned, it was either people chastising him for his bad work as Fenton (or Phantom), or they were praising his work as Phantom.

There was no in between. He's never heard those two names put together into one with a praise. Never was it just Danny.

Fenton or Phantom. Those were the options.

He thought becoming Ghost King was going to fix it all. Sure, there was added stress, but his current stresses would vanish.

But they didn't. Suddenly it wasn't just Fenton and Phantom. Now there was a third option; Your Majesty.

And Danny was being swallowed by it all. With each passing day, he was slowly forgetting who he really was. Who he was before his life suddenly turned into a bad superhero story.

He wasn't like the real heroes. The one's apart of the Justice League.

Imagine his surprise when he found comfort in none other than Batman. The hero he thought the least about. The one he only knows anything about because of his friends.

Cujo was his only real friend for ages. Cujo didn't see him as Phantom, or Fenton, and he absolutely didn't recognize Danny's status in the Realms.

To Cujo, he was just Danny.

And he was okay with that. All he needed was just one being that liked him for him, not for his titles. Or what he can do for them.

Befriending the Dark Knight was up there with some of the weirdest things he's done. But it wasn't that weird. Batman didn't seem like the scary vigilante he expected.

Batman was just a man.

A man who saw him sitting there in the dark, and decided to check in on him. To talk to him. To keep coming back to learn about him.

Maybe it was because Batman was a dad, maybe it was because he had a thing for saving people.

But Danny never felt like Bats was trying to save him. Never felt like a burden, or a problem for the man to solve. He never expected to actually need saving. Never expected for Batman to be the one he calls.

#I'm sorry I love this fic sm rn #fandom things #fandom #fanfiction writer #multi fandom blog #fanfic #fanfiction #danny phantom #phandom #ao3 fanfic #danny fenton #dp cujo #dp fic #dp au #dc x dp #dp crossover #dp x dc #dc #dcu #dc comcis #dc batman #batfam #bat family #batman #batpham #batkids #Danny needs a hug

[half-deadmagicperson]

And He Answered

Chapter 6

Words: 1384 (this chapter)

For @phicphight

Prompt by @erebecula (Mermaid AU, where instead of being ectobiologists, Jack and Maddie Fenton study wildlife from under the sea— specifically mermaids. Amity Park is next to multiples large lakes and rivers, the Ghost Zone is underwater, all the ghosts are mers, and Danny is struggling to find a way to explain his sudden aversion to any things water.)

This one is more to bridge over to more plot.

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   Danny held his new sword in glee. With a cheerful grin, he started thrashing it around to defeat an invisible foe. The blade felt less like a separate object than it did an extension of himself. It was perfect.

    The swirl of a whirlpool formed behind him as a figure floated through. A purple cloak flowed through the water, and a hand reached out to touch the young boy.

    "We meet again, Daniel," a smooth voice came from behind. Danny whipped around to find its source. Despite the boy's attempts to look threatening, the man couldn't help but laugh at the shocked expression he wore.

   "You? You're the guy from my dream."

   "That I am, Daniel, you may call me Clockwork."

   "Princess Dorothea said you were a myth."

   "Sometimes myths have truth behind them. I do recall at one point you thought that mers were a myth, yet here we are."

   There were a few moments of silence while Danny was lost in thought. The young boy looked at the ground.

   "Why?" Danny's voice came out small. He looked up to meet Clockwork's red eyes. 

   "Why what?"

   "Why am I like this? Why did you make me like this?"

   "Well isn't it obvious? You'll understand soon. Hindsight is a powerful thing, Daniel. Everything is as it should be."

   Danny was left alone in the dome with his thoughts and a kickass sword. 

  A gasp and shatter of plates soon interrupted his thinking as he saw the form of a mer retreat through one of the whirlpools. 'What was that about?' Danny thought, forgetting about the fact he just pulled a King Arthur and removed a sword of destiny out of a rock. He should probably go home.

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   The trip home was a lot less turbulent than the way there. Danny said good night to Cujo on his way to shore. He pushed his body onto the sand in a more secluded area of the beach. Jazz had hidden a bag of clothes for him in a bush.

   After drying off and getting changed, Danny trudged home, still carrying the sword. There's gotta be a way he could hide this thing. He couldn't exactly walk into his house with a magic sword gifted to him from the people his parents hated so much. 

   The sword must be more connected to him than he thought because it shrank into a bracelet. Danny held the metal up to inspect it. It was covered in mer runes which roughly translated to "Truth" or something. Danny wasn't too sure.

    He walked into his house and greeted his family. His parents apparently hadn't noticed his absence because they were too busy working on a new project. 

   "Check this out, Danno!" His dad said and held up a box, "It's a mer translator!"

   "That's great Dad," Danny replied, trying to sound excited.

   "That's great Dad, fear me!" An electronic voice repeated. Danny's fear levels momentarily spiked. Jack examined the box, perplexed. 

   "Guess there must be some bugs! Don't know why it'd think yer a mer!" His dad concluded before running the box over to the table.

   His mom walked up from the lab. She smiled once she spotted Danny. Ginger hair flowed out of her hood as she pulled it down to greet her son.

   "Oh Danny! Good you're home! How was your time with friends?" 

   "It was good. We got some Nasty Burger," Danny replied.

  "Did you feel that earthquake earlier? Apparently, it's been happening all over the world."

    That can't be good. This whole Bermuda thing must be bigger than he thought. Danny recalled to himself the large crowd from earlier. They were from all over the place, meaning the entire planet was being affected including the water. 

   Danny glanced down at the bracelet on his wrist. What did he get himself into?

   "I'm gonna go up to my room," he announced before storming up the stairs.

    Upon entering the room, he closed the door and started fiddling with his new accessory. How is he supposed to save the world? He's starting highschool in two days. He doesn't even know if he has proper powers or anything. Why couldn't it be someone who's powerful and confident? Why couldn't it be Important Lady or that buff dude? Why did it have to be Danny?

    Jazz knocked on his door. Danny got up and let her in. One look of concern from her was all it took for him to start sobbing. His sister pulled him into an embrace and whispered encouragements into his ear. 

    Once he was more composed, Danny explained his situation. He told her about the prophecy and the sword. He told her how he wants to help, but he doesn't think he's strong enough. The blue man (Clockwork?) had told him that all is as it should be, but Danny didn't feel that way.

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    Danny felt better when he woke up the following morning. Most of his day was spent preparing for school tomorrow. Yesterday's events had forced their way out of his mind, until his daily swim.

    Today, Danny wanted to see if his parents' wetsuit material worked in terms of surviving the transformation. He was getting sick and tired of losing a bunch of shorts and tops. He ran into the water with his black and white outfit that Jazz helped him peice together. They had designed it to work with his fins, but also could cover him up when he got back to land. It looked more or less like a dress on him with the open back and the skirt-like bottom, but if it works it works.

    Once he reached the deeper water, his transformation came to a head. Good news! The new outfit worked. He rolled the bottom part up to make it more shirt length before going to find Cujo.

   He was surprised to see that Cujo wasn't the only one to greet him in Lake Amity. Princess Dorothea was stroking Cujo's head when she noticed Danny.

   "Greetings, Young One!"

   "Hello, Your Majesty," Danny replied with a small bow.

   "I came to inquire about your health. The tremors are said to be returning later this very day. The arch's will be closed soon, and I wanted to make sure you made it to safety.

   "Oh, uh, thanks for coming to check up on me! But, with as much as I'd like to go, I can't. I still have responsibilities here at home. I'm starting highschool tomorrow."

   "High School? Isn't that a land concept?"

   "Er, yeah. It is."

   "Then why must you do it?"

   "Because I'm not just a mer. I'm a land person too." Dora gasped.

   "How is that possible?"

   "I'm trying to figure that out myself. I think it was Clockwork, the blue guy with the purple cloak. He told me yesterday that everything was as it should be, but I don't see how this is how things are supposed to be."

   Dora recovered from her brief shock in order to tell Danny about the meeting going on in the dome. He agreed to go with her.

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   The Important Lady with four arms approached the stage again.

   "Citizens of the Seven Seas and beyond!" Her voice was just as loud as the first time, "we are here today to announce our savior has been found!"

    The crowd roared and cheered. A sense of dread filled Danny as a young girl swam up to the podium.

   "This young lady here saw who pulled the sword out of the stone," Important Lady continued, Danny should really learn her name. The audience murmured as the girl went up to speak.

   "Last night I was bringing some plates to take over to me mum's in the Atlantic when I saw the stone was out of the rock," she started and pointed at Danny, "AND I SAW HIM WITH IT!"

    All eyes turned towards the poor, young boy. Danny swallowed hard. This is gonna be interesting.

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   "Arise, Dark King, Arise!" A sinister voice spoke towards the recently opened gate. He squinted when he noticed a dark spot start to grow.

  "Oh, sugar cookie!" Was all he said before a stampede of undead pirates ran him over. A cackle came from the gate as a final figure slithered out of the prison. Pariah Dark was here.

#danny phantom #phic phight 2023 #phic phight #dp fic #and he answered

[timeless-muses]

Prior to Marsha, Cujo's previous owner wasn't as nice as her. While they did the basic essentials, that was about it. They stopped buying toys for Cujo after a month of having him because he would go through them quickly, they didn't properly potty train Cujo and whenever he's go in the house, they would lock him outside, and they barely gave Cujo attention unless he did something bad.

The final straw came when they left Cujo home alone. They were gone for eight hours. You know that scene from Turner & Hooch where Hooch destroys the house while Scott Turner is at the pet store? That's what happened.

The next day, their old owner just drops them off deep in the woods and never comes back for him. Marsha adopting him was the best thing to happen to him. While Marsha's spoiling took some getting used to, Cujo is happy in his new home.

#[ 📚 ] headcanons. #[ 🐾 ] alone in the woods. #animal neglect tw #animal cruelty tw

[msmkcreates]

My Swapfell Boys: Vanta and Cujo

I've always used sort of the same archetypes for my Swapfell boys, so I figured it was about time to share them! I've been using these headcanons since Swapfell boys first appeared in Six Skeletons in Your Closet and beyond. As is the nature of small Fandom, I've then seen some of the same headcanons used or in bits and pieces scattered, and I'm happy to have had an influence on the Swapfell archetype! I figure it's best to lay them out proper so everyone can see what I'm thinking when I use these.

If you are going to use these versions of the boys, please tag them as Swapfell Bane

Cujo

Older brother

Gold teeth on both sides, crack from left tooth all the way up to the base of his skull in the back

Royal purple magic, like a ripe eggplant.

Confident, big flirt, but huge commitophobe/trust issues. Trusts basically just Vanta and his Undyne.

Basically spoils Vanta. Does everything for him. He's the opposite of lazy: he does all the chores so that Vanta doesn't have to

Huge magic capacity. He's the perfect specimen, and was experimented on at a young age in a since-abandoned super soldier program. As a result, he has a werewolf-esque animalistic beast form that gives him increased strength, speed, and stamina, but it's hard to control and the transformation is painful. Trigger is vague, usually the same things that cause LV flares.

Smokes. Done harder drugs in the past, but is currently clean. Drinks very rarely.

He wears Vanta's collar because Vanta is incredibly delicate. The entire underground is terrified of Cujo and his beast form, so in turn they are terrified of Vanta because Cujo willfully kneels to him.

Vanta

Younger brother

1 HP since he was small. With his ill-gotten LV, it is now at a whopping 5 HP.

Magenta magic, a pinkish purple.

Made it to rank of Captain basically out of straight fear. People refused to even look him in the eye with Cujo over his shoulder.

Vanta is actually incredibly smart and tactical. It's been him and Cujo alone from a young age and Cujo has always told him he "needs brains to his brawn" and encouraged reading and puzzle skills. His favorite book ever has been The Art of War and he has used it to his advantage many a time

He knows the basics of taking care of himself, he isn't an idiot. But he's more dependent on Cujo than he'd like to admit. He gets a little into their charade, and he's kind of a brat, but deep down he's terrified of Cujo getting tired of him someday.

Three scars over left socket, from Catty's claws. They were only sparring, so the Intent wasn't there, which graciously spared his life.

A romantic, but horrendously terrible at showing it. Words are his strong suit, but only if they are criticism. He's trying, okay?

Bonus size comparison below the cut:

#swapfell bane #swapfell #my swapfell boys #my au #cujo and vanta #OC: Cujo #OC: Vanta #sf!papyrus #sf!sans

[nelkcats]

Batcows and millionaires

Of all the things he could do on a Wednesday night, Danny didn't think he'd be following the last wishes of a ghost cow but life takes its twists and turns.

With Wulf's help and a lot of persuasion he managed to translate what the spirit was trying to tell him, apparently "Batcow" wasn't meant to be a ghost, but neither did she wish to leave her former owner alone.

She was worried about him, how he would take it, and refused to leave until the Ghost King himself promised to take care of Damian and let him know she was in a better place. Again, Danny could have refused her request, but he thought about Cujo, he thought about how he followed him everywhere, about the time the GIW captured him and almost killed him, and he understood a little, so he agreed.

So, the Ghost King ended up in the back of a mansion (of course the owner had to be a millionaire, damn it, couldn't he be a farmer?), watching Damian Wayne stare at the barn with melancholy. Danny noticed his hands were shaking.

With a sigh, the halfa landed beside him, wondering how he might approach the subject. He obviously hadn't expected a sword on his shoulder but hey, he'd initiated conversations in worse ways.

#dpxdc #ghost king danny #I like to think that Batcow was the first animal that Damian rescued #and therefore the one he is close with #Batcow is a very persistent ghost #she was worried about how Damian would take her departure #cows don't live forever #Damian was very affected #he went to the barn many times out of habit #Until he noticed Batcow wasn't there #Damian loves all his animals but Batcow was the first #her leaving leaves him very bewildered #dp x dc #dc x dp #Danny scared Damian off and ended up getting stabbed #Damian is obviously upset about his home invasion #Danny doesn't know how to comfort people

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts no. 7

Danny, after the portals blew due to him doing something incredibly dangerous and stupid, landing him in the dc universe. More specifically, Gotham.

Tim might have jumped about a foot in the air when that bright light came crashing down into the alley next to him. He might be super smart and independent for his age, but he was still a very curious eight year old wandering Gotham alone at night. He crept into the alley to peek at the glowing boy groaning in the fresh crater. Tim was surprised by the boys age, he looked about the same age as himself if not a bit younger (he's a year younger) and Tim was amazed he was a hero, he didn't think they started that young.

After coming to, Phantom introduced himself to Tim and was very excited to meet and potentially befriend a human who wasn't afraid of him. Phantom convinces Tim to become vigilantes (though Tim insisted on masks) with him and learns that he can bestow some of his power to other people through jewelry. Cujo appears somewhere along the way and Jason gets added to the group after he saw them transform and wanted in.

Batman nearly has a stroke because he thinks he may have caused this by letting Dick be Robin and influencing the kids. When he asked if they were metas or aliens Phantom opened his mouth to answer but was cut off by Tim's alias blurting out, "Magical girls!" Because he was terrified Batman might try to exorcize Phantom or something.

This leads to the hilarious scenario where batman is doing research on "magical girls" and wondering why none of the three are-if fact-girls.

This is an unholy fusion between super frilly magical girls and Power Rangers so have fun.

#dp x dc #danny phantom #fanfiction prompts #prompts #danny fenton #batman #robin #tim drake #jason todd #jason is suddenly the older brother of two idiots #but he loves them #both he and tim are protective of Danny #danny is the dimmest bulb of the three of them and gets into so much trouble #magical girl #magical girl transformation #for all of them #im cackling #alfreds face when he has to reserch magical girls for his boss #jason is red ranger and lords it over them #danny is the white or black ranger and tim is yellow #as time passes more rangers join and Bruce has a bigger mini heart attack every time

[nelkcats]

Universe key is a wail

Now, the discovery was a completely accident, there were moments where Danny wondered about Clockwork's cryptic words, this time it was because he said that the key to the universe was in his voice, and that was not only a strange phrase but it also made no sense.

He didn't think much of it until he was forced to use his wail, he didn't hate the power itself but it was so much like Dan, with so much destruction left in his wake that he often avoided using it. A last resort if you ever ran out of options.

He hated how it drained him of energy, all the destruction around him, a power that brought him to his knees with each use and forced him to transform.

But there were moments like this, where his parents had surrounded him with one of their weird inventions that could probably kill him and he had no choice. He sucked in as much air as he could and wailed, waves of moaning shattering chunks of concrete around him as the machine tore apart.

What he did not take into account was that while the destruction expanded and his eyes continued to close, the layer between the dimensions was breaking, and instead of running out of energy, this breaking was feeding him.

Perhaps it could be seen as a natural evolution of his powers, which had not been able to take place due to the lack of power and how inexperienced the ghost was in the past. Or so Clockwork would say if asked.

It could be compared to Cujo's howl or Wolf's claws, but Danny didn't have time to think about that, when he opened his eyes expecting his inevitable transformation and the disgusted look in his parents eyes all he could find was a glowing green portal waiting for him.

Seeing that his parents hadn't recovered from the wailing, he sent a mental apology to Jazz and stepped through the portal, not his smartest move certainly, but he could feel the rings and didn't have time for smart choices.

Unfortunately the portal closed once his rings transformed him, almost as if they were connected, Danny suspected they were.

That was how Daniel "Danny" Fenton was found without identification papers on Gotham's worst streets, with the only knowledge that the most likely way to get back to his own dimension was to use his wail and destroy the entire city, or country, in which case no thanks, he was going to look for alternative ways.

He had seen the amount of damage he had caused when he opened his eyes and he didn't want to do it in an unknown city with the name of a Hot Topic shop (according to a random guy on the streets, was "Gotham" a real name or the guy was joking?) he didn't even know if its floors were reinforced against ghosts, it was probably not the case.

On the other hand, Batman was informing everyone about a sudden power surge in Crime Alley, and a power blackout soon after along with destruction in random places, he feared it was something magical.

However, as soon as Jason heard the place on comms, he stopped Bruce and told him to get away from his territory, if there was an unknown player he would be the one who would face him, but he was not going to call Constantine on suspicion.

He should probably start looking into the cute guy who was wandering the streets alone at that hour (walking alone on Crime Alley was weird); maybe he had information, but there was a mugging and the boy wasn't going to disappear into thin air.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc x dp #jason todd #batfam #Danny is trapped in Gotham #Bruce wants to investigate but Jason don't let him #Danny is searching for a new job #Maybe he can become a Hoodlum whatever that means #But first he needed to hide #and papers #Danny's wail is a portal #I like the idea #like evolution for his lest used power