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hailkingphantom · 2 years

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dp x dc

Twins au

Danny and Damian are twins, Ra only wanted one heir, so he told Talia to kill Danyal. She didn't do it and let a baby Danyal in a random little town.

Meanwhile the ghosts of Thomas and Marta Wayne wander around gotham as always. Many times they were about to fade but look like their son can't keep himself and their family safe enough to do it. (Bruce's parents obssesion is the safety of their family, when they died they didn't know what happend with their little brucie. This, more the natural ectoplasm in gotham, caused by the lots of deaths there, let they become in ghost. But since their son and later their grandsons decided work as vigilants they can't fulfill their obsession. Who with a obssesion like theirs, could rest in peace when their alive family decide dress up as animals and fight crime?)

The day of the twins' birth, they felt a pull, a new connection. They went of where it comes from just to find a newborn twins. To one side, they were over the moon, Two grandsons more! But all the emotion felt when they heard Ra's order and saw how Talia gave up in Danyal. They saw how a couple with a young girl adopted Danyal but soon notice how the couple were ghost hunters and that they can't enter into the house.

Over the years they watch the twins, they didn't plan talk with they but Damian catch them, or best say it, sense them. Probably relate in how Damian born and grow in a ecto-contamined place (by the pit) and his train as asassin. They panick and though in hide again, without say anything, but seeing how lonely were Damian and.. they just couldn't.

They told the true, at first Damian looked esceptic but as the time pass he trust them more and more. When they told him about Danyal, Damian was in rage. He demanded that they let him contact with his twin and if they didn't he will find him by his own. They still visited Danyal or Danny, how their other grandson prefer to be called nowdays, but not as much as Damian and Bruce with the kids. Danny live in a safe enviroment in contrast with the others.

They thought in deny Damian's demand but... maybe this could be helpfull for both sides if they play their cards right. Danyal's adoptive family was becoming colder year by year, the fentons lock themselves in their lab more and more time, they even start forgetting feed Danny and Jazz sometimes.

After put some conditions they agree with Damian petition, but first they need to talk with Danyal.

Late a panick atack, incredulity by the existence of ghosts and conviced Danny that they were telling the true, the twin begin talk trought cards. Not the best way but the safest.

This rutine continue in the coming years, when Damian moved in with Bruce become more difficult keep the visits and cards in secret, but somehow they sucessed.

Even with their family dangerous life (and all the deaths, family problems and Bruce's distrust problem. How this happend they thought the raised their son better thatn this.) the twins get use to their rutine.

Until Danny accident.

Danny didn't come back, al least not completly. When they got over their grandson death (and the blame. Damian barely sucessed in keep his composure in front Bruce and the others when he found out about it.) and the fact that now all their alive family were heroes come Pariah.

Their grandson become in a king, a king of a whole dimession, and the pression was breaking him. They couldn't stop Damian of take his stuff and go to help his brother.

Look like their family will fall into chaos again

#danny phantom #dp x dc #ghost king au #damian wayne #bruce wayne #martha wayne #thomas wayne #batfam #Jazz don't know about Damian #Dani will exist #Martha and Thomas don't know hiw theur son will take their afterlife #tired danny phantom #damian have a talk with fright night #Danny have a castle #Future coronation #First real meet of the twins #Sam and Tucker don't know of Damian #Danny know Damian's indentity #This ciunt as ectober prompt?

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galactictwilight · 2 years

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What's yet to come! (Ectober sneak peek)

This is just a look at the master post for the fun I am going to have. I don't know when it will be done, but I will be posting what I do finish on it's own. I won't put out the master post till every prompt is done and any prompt I don't put out at the end of the month will only come out on the master post itself. To be frank, any prompt, no matter it's length, will be put on this post. No links to other posts, just one super long post to read.

Sorry, if I an being repetitive and I hope the sneak peek garners some joy and interest.

Past's Order & Future's Chaos AU

I'm not really good with one word prompts so I'm just going to take all the Ectober prompts and try to fuse them together into an interconnected frankenstein fic idea. I might even use the free days to add some more Ideas. Though, there might be a bit of lore from my other DP AU making it's way into this story idea. Unfortunately, I suck at characterization so all of the characters are probably going to be OOC. I'll try my best to do the DP characters justice. Anyways, I hope everyone likes my fic dump.

Summery: As September gives way to October, Danny is visited by Clockwork at the stroke of midnight with some alarming news. The month of October will truly live up to the horror it's known for as a truly hellish amount of drama consume not just Danny's life, but also those of his friends and family. Family secrets, tragedies, and truths are exposed. Will the bonds of family be broken? Will love conquer hate? Or will another great tragedy strike the Fenton, Manson, and Foley families once again.

And to think, we haven't even gone into detail about what Clockwork told Danny yet...

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Past's Order Prompts

Witch -

Betrayal -

Order -

Box -

Banshee -

Freeze -

Purify -

Night Terror -

Shallow Graves -

Harvest -

Thirst -

Way of Life -

Restored -

Haunted House-

Will O' Wisp -

Grimoire -

Hope -

Eyes -

One -

Fight -

Coronation -

Myosotis -

Grudge -

Past-

Future's Chaos Prompts

Potions -

Trust -

Chaos -

Staff -

Wraith -

Burn -

Infect -

Sleep Paralysis -

Deep Tombs -

Hunger -

Drown -

Cause of Death -

Abandoned -

Costume Party -

Jack O' Lanterns -

Sacred Text -

Despair -

Teeth -

One Hundred -

Flight -

Coup -

Foxfire -

Absolve -

Future -

#danny phantom #ectober 2022 #sneak peek #i don't know how to tag...#spoiler: most of amity parks residents have a connection to the supernatural and the town is used as a place to escape that life.#high concentrations of ectoplasm is really good at warding away most if not all of the monsters that go bump in the night.#it might also help in the repression of curses.

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marzfartz · 6 months

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Ectober: Horror Flick

What started out as a nice date night has taken a turn, too bad Dash is too scared by the movie to even notice

👻👻👻👻

This Ectober, @wingedflight and I are going halfsies (like our fav ghosts) creating non-stop Paulina Phantom content! Check out the #paulina phantom au tag for more!

#danny phantom #my art #danny phantom fanart #dp fanart #paulina phantom au #ectoberhaunt23 #paulina sanchez #eh23 #horror flick #Day 13 #dash baxter #kitty danny phantom #johnny 13 #danny fenton

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phandomnews · 6 months

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Due to technical difficulties this is releasing later than desired. We thank everyone for their patience!

@dpxdcweek is where you can find the full FAQ for the DPxDC week event

@this-is-z-art-blog has the full detials about the Eight Ecto Nights events, plus a more detailed history of Hannukah/חנוכה on their page.

@phandomholidaytruce will have more details for their event on their page as well!

EctoHaunt shoutouts

@sumiink

@lilianade-comics

@marzfartz is the artist but @wingedflight did collaborate with them to write matching fanfics

@pricklenettle

@tsubaki94

Ectober Week 23 Shout outs

@secretly-an-automaton

@transgenderkagaminelen

@therandomartmaker

@drawnale

@tanglepelt

#danny phantom #phandom #dannyphantom #dpxdc #dpXdcweek #ectober #Phandom news #Nov 23 #hannukah #nanowrimo

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five-rivers · 6 months

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Under Control

Written for Ectober day 28.

The first time Danny zoned out stargazing after the Accident he didn’t think much of it. He’d been about as stressed as it was humanly possible to get - and he was still human, one hundred percent, he just had ghost powers, that’s all - and he’d needed the down time. The fifth time, he started to get a little more concerned. Then, there was the incident that had put ViewTube behind a parental lock on the family computer. He’d started on one, reasonably short video about black holes, and somehow gotten through five college-level lectures on the life cycles of stars. He remembered all of them, of course, word for word. He just… didn’t know where the time went. There were smaller things, too. Talking Sam’s ear off and redirecting the conversation back to astronomy even when she obviously wanted to talk about the Humpty Dumpty concert. Grinding for the constellation-themed items in Doomed and using them to the exclusion of everything else even when they objectively sucked.

But, really, the thing that really scared Danny was when he got distracted in the middle of a ghost fight. It wasn’t a hard fight. The Box Ghost was routine at this point. He wasn’t even distracted for that long. It had just been a fraction of a second where he looked up, his eyes caught by the moon and how amazing it was. He didn’t think Tucker or Sam even noticed. If they did, they didn’t bring it up.

It didn’t matter. It was unacceptable. He couldn’t afford to get distracted by stuff like that. What if he was fighting Undergrowth? Vortex? Spectra? People were relying on him.

He knew what this was, though. He’d been fighting ghosts for months and living with his parents for years, and it wasn’t like any of them were subtle.

But… It wasn’t an obsession if he could keep it under control. Right?

He made lists. What had made him zone out. What hadn’t. He’d had to put the list on the list, because apparently remembering had sent him off into a rabbit hole and–

Well. Anyway.

He could budget his time. That was a thing. He knew it was a thing. He’d set aside one hour, maybe two, specifically for space things, and he’d fill up the rest of the time with all the other stuff he had to do. School. Homework. His friends. Patrol. Other random ghost fights. How best to protect the town. His chores. Helping old Mrs. Odell on the corner with her trash. He could do that, and then he wouldn’t get distracted. He had the willpower. He could do it. He would do it.

It didn’t work very well the first couple of weeks. Maybe he wasn’t always thinking about astronomy, but he was always thinking about when he was allowed to think about astronomy, his internal dialogue was a constant stream of how much longer how much longer how much longer. But he didn’t give in. It was too important. He had to think of the people who could be in danger if he couldn’t focus.

That made it easier. Thinking about how his actions could hurt or help others. If he put it into those terms, into terms of protecting, of helping, he wasn’t as tempted to run off to the nearest planetarium and live there, only going out at night. Lots of things could be put into those terms. If he got good grades, that made his parents, Jazz, and Mr. Lancer happy, and that was helping. If he went to bed and got up on time, his mom didn’t have to jostle him awake in the morning, and that was helping. Planning out his, Sam’s, and Tucker’s patrol routes in detail kept them safe, and that was protecting. Paying careful attention to his surroundings let him react to them faster, and that was protecting.

One month into his new way of thinking about things, and it was much easier.

He did have more time budgeted to astronomy than when he’d started. He needed it, almost physically. He wanted to do something space related when he grew up, even if he couldn’t be an astronaut, so, if he tried to always get an astronomy-related topic on essays for school, so what? It would still get done. And if he still went for the constellation items in Doomed, well, it was a game, and it didn’t hurt anything.

There were still things outside the neat little paradigm he’d built for himself, and he still had trouble holding on to those things, focusing on those things. Things like… like… Well. He couldn’t think of any. They tended to slip out of his head. They couldn’t be that important, though. He was pretty sure he had covered all the important things.

He didn’t have an obsession. He had it under control.

At least, that’s what he thought until Jazz saw his notes, just after he’d finally realized that she knew. Until she saw all the ways he’d organized his thinking until everything tied back to those important things. He hadn’t meant to leave it out, but it was just on his desk, it was where it was supposed to be, didn’t make things cluttered enough to rise to the level of a chore, of needing to clean up to make mom and Jazz happy.

“Danny,” said Jazz, obviously concerned. “This is… Is this really… Don’t you think this is a little… obsessive? Thinking like this?”

“I’m not,” said Danny, knowing how weak that must sound as an argument. “I know I– Look, I know ghosts have obsessions. And I know I sort of have one. Had one. With, you know, astronomy. But I don’t think about it all the time. I’m not like the Box Ghost. I figured out a way to get around it. To think about different things.”

“That’s… great,” said Jazz. “But I wasn’t talking about the astronomy. Or, well, I was, but not only the astronomy.” She held up his notebook. “I was talking about all of this.”

“Oh,” said Danny, very quietly.

“I think you should see someone about this. Because… Because this is a lot, Danny.”

“Who?”

“What?”

“Who could I see?” asked Danny, twisting his fingers in the hem of his shirt. “Safely, who could I see about this?”

“I don’t know,” admitted Jazz, softly.

Danny freed one of his hands to rub at his eyes. “That’s okay. Really.” He smiled at her. “I have it under control.”

#danny phantom #ectoberhaunt #ectober #ectoberhaunt23 #ectoberhaunt 2023 #ectober 2023

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squirrellysketches · 5 months

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eight ectober nights day 1: fire

#eight ecto nights 2023 #happy hanukkah #day 1 #fanart #danny phantom #dani phantom #sam manson

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ghostly-penumbra · 6 months

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Ectoberhaunt/Ectober Week 2023. Day Twenty-seven

"Circus Gothica"

Ao3

DPxDC.

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Danny sat opposite Robin as the Boy Wonder processed the night’s events. His fists were clenched tight, his gaze lowered to the jet’s metallic floor.

Once he was ready to talk, he asked, “How is he controlling them?”

Grimacing, Phantom answered, “The last time he did it, he had a staff. It had this crystal ball,” he gestured, making a sphere with his hands, “it was filled with red mist and was very bright when he gave us orders.”

“How did you break out?”

Even through the domino mask, Danny could feel the intensity of his teammate’s stare.

“My friend’s begging me snapped me out of it while she plummeted to her death after I pushed her.” Danny’s tone as flat. The memory of Sam’s anguished pleas to him to come back to his senses still featured in his nightmares. “Her appealing to my non-ghostly side managed to drag me out of the fog.”

“Then my parents-”

“To break the others out, we broke the sphere.” Danny told him before the Boy Wonder fell to despair. “If he got another- version of it, he has to keep it on himself.”

“Then we’ll have to get close.” Said Robin with renewed determination. “Phantom, you-”

“I’m benched. Danny closed his eyes and laid back in his seat. “I know, I get it. I don’t… want a repeat either. But I’ll help, and we will get your parents out.”

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Dick Grayson #Robin #DPxDC #ectober week 2023 #ectoberhaunt23 #day twenty-seven #circus gothica #ghostly-scrypts

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therandomartmaker · 6 months

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Ectober (week) Day 28: “It’s not an Obsession if he can keep it under control. Right?”

Danny’s been feeling. Odd, recently. To say the least, but he supposed odd was the least he could get as, you know, an impossible species, entirely unique.

Sure, he’d taken to circling Amity Park and patrolling it’s streets whenever he felt restless. Sure, he’d taken to making sure Jazz always left the house with at least two Fenton Weapons on her and a thermos. Sure, he’d taken to ensuring Sam and Tucker never went anywhere alone and walked them home.

What of it?

That’s expected, in a town constantly under attack of Ghosts.

Danny stared at his hands, the phantom (heh) feeling of gloves and the hazmat ghosting (heh) over his skin. The line between human and ghost had been blurry for a long time, but it was getting worse. Danny had control, though, he hadn’t dropped anything through suddenly-activated intangibility or fallen through the floor. His two forms just felt… similar to each other.

The liberation of gravity in his Phantom form made Danny feel heavier whenever he was playing human, but now, it was almost gone.

And, yeah, sure, he was over-protective, what of it? It was entirely reasonable and justified, his friends were now squishier than he is, less durable, things were more fatal for them. He had to protect them. He had to protect the town, it was his responsibility. It was his town.

Ok, maybe he’d made Jazz and Sam and Tucker download gps trackers, and maybe he’d been checking on them at night, and sometimes he’d encourage sam and tucker to sleep over so he could have them all in one place; but that’s just efficiency. He could focus his protection on one area, instead of splitting his attention! It made sense!

He wasn’t. Being invasive, or anything. They all said yeah, sure, and moved on. He just had guarantees to their safety and stuff, you know?

It was all under control.

— (B)OoOoOoOoO —

‘It was not under control,’ Danny thought, as he floated above the Foley home, gazing towards the direction of the Manson house. Danny was losing sleep. There wasn’t enough protection. They could be attacked in their sleep, and Sam and Tucker didn’t have any protections against that.

Danny had to make sure they were safe. Protected.

Jazz had noticed, and she’d started taking more weapons, and the Deflector, but Sam and Tucker didn’t have that. They didn’t have unlimited access to anti-ghost stuff, so Danny had to keep them safe. They were his! His to protect and keep and-

Things were getting out of hand.

It’s fine though, he’ll have it under control. It’ll all be fine.

— (B)OoOoOoOoO —

Sam and Tucker were staying over again! Danny could protect all three, in the same place; something in his core pulsed gleefully at that. He could keep an eye on them, properly.

Jazz kept sending concerned looks, but what’s that about? She couldn’t fault him for being worried.

He pressed all of them to give him their schedules for the next few weeks. He needed to be there when they’re at risk (all of the time) a ghost could pop up randomly! They were all so squishy. Vulnerable. Weak. He needs to protect.

He needs to protect.

He has them it under control, so they’ll always be safe, and they won’t ever be hurt, and Amity Park will be fine. Forever.

It’s not an obsession. Right?

#randomartmaker writing #danny phantom #short story #small story #my writing #i didn’t have any ideas for an artwork for this prompt so #ya get this :)#mainly just rambling #it’s pretty late rn so #ectober #ectoberweek2023

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bongo-clash · 2 years

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I Wonder if I Would Delete You

Ectober week prompts: Forest He thinks about the corpse in the woods sometimes. Hard to forget where you are buried.

'Valerie Gray finds out that the resident ghost kid was never buried beneath a grave. Valerie Gray finds out that there’s a body in the woods.'

(Content warnings in tags || fic under cut!!)

Valerie remembers, very vaguely, the look on Sam and Tucker’s face on the first day of highschool.

They usually had a third kid with them, she knew. Danny. She’d seen the briefest glimpse of his face in the newspaper near the end of the holidays, the offhand worry of her father when he brought it up once and never again. Nothing substantial, just ‘You know the Fenton’s youngest? Danny, I think his name was, in your year. Apparently he went missing on Tuesday and they haven’t found a sign of him since.’. He slipped through the cracks of freshman year, and the ones who’d known him since elementary school noticed (Dash, in particular, had whined at the absence of his favourite punching bag, made a face at the news, and stopped talking about it when he didn’t show up after a few days), but very few others did.

He was just one of those kids who’d never really made much of an effort to cross anyone’s radar beyond his limited social circle. He just wasn’t someone who’d made themselves all that memorable, after all, plenty of kids from middle school weren’t going to Casper High; for all that it felt weird not to see them anymore, there wasn’t much to dwell on.

His parents (the only thing he’d really been known for), though they were unnaturally quiet for the first few weeks, soon fell back into their obsession. His sister was still hoping he’d turn up again, but she was also a budding psychologist, and it was clear she was trying not to let it impede her when there was nothing she could do. It was just… such a non-issue for everyone else, in the end, even if no one knew why he went missing. (Even if Sam and Tucker sometimes made faces at each other, like they had something to say but couldn’t share it.)

It was all the more easy to forget when ghosts started showing up in Amity Park. Many regularly, one constant: Phantom.

Valerie hates his guts more than anything else, if she had to pick. Even if no one really got hurt in the fights, property damage skyrocketed, their day-to-day became chaos, and especially at first, everyone was scared. When the ghost kid ruined her life, hatred bloomed like hogweed in her chest, but the people in her class loved him. A mysterious superhero, with cool powers, flying around town every day and every night to fight off creatures from another dimension in a weird, glowing costume? It was like something out of a comic book, of course they loved it, but all she could think about was how much collateral was left in the wake, the image of that ghost and his stupid dog tearing through her life and leaving nothing but fragment pieces behind, spilt like a stain in her memory. Green, ugly, and hard to wash out. It was only natural that she took up the opportunity to get revenge when it found her, even if she didn’t trust Masters as far as she could throw him.

This is all to say: the last two years of her life have been busy. It’s a hard wire to walk on- between staying afloat enough to pass her classes, keeping up with her job to help her dad, trying to keep violent ghosts from invading the town and desperately trying to get people to see that the worst one of them all is the one that keeps attempting to earn their trust- she barely has time for anything else. Sometimes, she even lets Phantom deal with the ghosts if they’re pathetic enough, because she’s sure he’s playing the long game with them but it’s been a long game, and she really does need to keep living her life. She’s a junior, now; she’ll be seventeen in the new year, and her dad’s so excited to teach her how to drive. She’s not going to let the world stop turning for a couple of ghosts.

It’s one of those days, though, where she figures Phantom’s been flying around for a bit too long, and it’s time for an intervention. Can’t let him get too confident in his welcome. So, she’s suited up and following his signature with a tracker, listening as the thing ticks like a Geiger counter to signify the proximity, scanning the horizon for a familiar glowing silhouette and keeping her ectogun clasped in one hand, ready to shoot first and never ask.

Over the course of her flight, she finds herself much further from the centre of town than the ghost is usually spotted, but his signature is lit up green on her scanner, and it’s not moved once. By the time his figure comes into view, she’s barely in Amity’s borders at all, hovering on the cusp of thick woodlands and wild, uncut grass on its edges.

She spots a complicated look on his face as she lands. Valerie doesn’t know who he’s pretending for.

“What are you doing here, ghost?”

Phantom doesn’t dignify her with a face-to-face conversation. His head tilts like he’s trying to look at her without eyes, and his hands lift to protect his chest even though she’s facing his back; if she had to try and describe his posture, it would be ‘troubled’. Still, though, she can’t forget this is a ghost. Hard to with the glow and the slight transparency and the unnatural white shade of his hair, but still, the thing she’s talking to here isn’t a person no matter how much his figure suggests it.

His shoulders keep making weird shrugging motions, half failing on the way down and sometimes jerking backwards, and she thinks he’s trying to figure out how people breathe. “Hi, Red.” He says, something imitating a sigh, and his behaviour is as unusual as it is fascinating, but he’s deflecting and she won’t have it.

“Answer the question.”

“I- it’s nothing you’d find interesting. I’m not gonna do anything.”

Her eyes narrow with suspicion, hold on her ecto-gun tightening near the trigger. “And I’m supposed to just believe that? Let me guess: that dog ripping my house apart was you ‘doing nothing’ too.”

“No!” He retorts, finally turning around, eyes wide. His hands are twitching at his side, half-trembling, and the underneaths of his nuclear-waste eyes are oddly shadowed- as if ghosts can even sleep, let alone get tired. “No, that wasn’t nothing, and I’ve been sorry about that ever since it happened, but I- this isn’t about that. This isn’t about anything- it’s just… complicated. And not your business.”

Well, that’s not worrying at all. She doesn’t know what he’s trying to achieve by spouting such ridiculous crap, but she’s not picking it up regardless. “What are you doing, Phantom.” It’s not a question.

“I just said-“

“That was not an answer.” Valerie snaps, lifting up the nozzle of the ectoweapon from the ghost’s torso to point right between his eyes. “You know I won’t hesitate to pull this trigger, Phantom; you know I’ll tear you apart. Tell me what you’re doing.”

The part of her that’s read all of the Fentons’ academic papers knows ghosts don’t feel real emotions, knows any features can be manipulated to their liking for whatever ridiculous goal they’ve set their sights on. The part of her that picks at her old bleeding heart twinges at the look on Phantom’s face, no matter how superficial. The shadows under his eyes look like bruises in this light. Tired, tired, tired.

He sighs: a thing he has no need for and probably only does to make himself seem more human. “You really want to know?” He responds, turning around once again so he doesn’t have to look her in the eyes. Stupid, too, considering he’s turning his back to the gun. “Fine. Follow me, then.”

She doesn’t deign to give him an answer, but he seems to interpret the silence as one either way. He goes forward into the thick, and before he can disappear, she follows.

The ghost isn’t floating, is the first thing she notices.

It’s their natural instinct, she’s sure; half of them probably don’t even remember how to walk, with all the time they spend up in the air or drifting about in whatever version of Hell they come from. But Phantom walks now like his feet are tethered to the ground, forced into it with something deeper than gravity. For all that he usually never shuts up, he doesn’t say a word. It seems he doesn’t even notice she’s still aiming a blaster at the back of his head, doesn’t even care.

Time passes between steps. Slowly, as if the further they walk the deeper into space they go, the sunlight overhead is shut away by canopy cover. Oak and ashwood trees disperse themselves along a nonexistent path, roots hidden beneath the browns of old leaf litter and dirt, an imitation of tripwires as Valerie tries not to catch her feet on something. The forest is too dense for her hoverboard. She’d crash into all the low-branches if she tried. Grounded as he is, though, Phantom doesn’t trip once; there’s got to be a reason he has the route memorised, if he’s not just leading her in circles, but she’s never caught him around this area before. Is this where he goes after fights?

An artificial night surrounds them by the time Phantom begins to slow down, stars in the form of microscopic sunspots and the vague shine of lichens. It comes through something silver in the place they’d stopped- just underneath an oak’s armspan. Old leaf litter covers what looks like a molehill.

Phantom sits down, but she doesn’t bother to do the same, too wary. “What is this?” She questions. “What are you doing?”

“I’ll told you I wasn’t gonna do anything.” He says, posture hunched over. “I just wanted to… y’know, sit for a bit.”

Yeah, not buying it. She rounds his figure, not quite putting herself in his direct line of sight, but enough that they can both see each other’s front, and enough that she can gauge his expression, for as little as that counts for.

…Maybe a little more than she bargained it counting for, if she’s being honest. His lips are pinched to a downward-curving line, like he’s trying to hide the shape by pursing them but failing. His knees are pressed to his chest, arms wrapped around and gripping each other like a lifeline, jumpsuit creasing oddly around them for all that it shouldn’t, with ghost fabrics not adhering to normal physics. The eyes are worst of all, though. Seeming duller, somehow- less green and more turquoise, maybe- shining with something Valerie can’t parse and doesn’t like. Something familiar on an unrecognisable face, settled onto the slight bump in the dirt.

There’s a direction her brain his heading to in its conclusion, because this is a ghost looking far too intensely at raised ground, and really, there’s only so many conclusions she can reach, no matter how much she hates it.

It’s rude to ask, she knows. She lets it slip anyway. “Phantom,” She starts, oddly absent of her usual barbs past the dread. “What’s under there?”

His gaze flicks briefly towards her, shoulders tightened and wary of the questioning. She’s never seen him this closed off before. “You don’t wanna know.”

“Tell me.”

“Idon’t want you to know.”

“Phantom.”

Phantom’s expression is awful, awful, awful. “I died two years ago.” He says, voice devoid. “No one’s found me yet.”

Oh.

Oh God.

This is still in Amity Park borders. It’s on the cusp, near the edge, but this is still Amity. This is about a thirty minute walk from the other end of Casper High; if you turned left from where she’s standing and kept going, you could probably come out the other side near the Nasty Burger, its back some distance to all the trees. This is Amity Park, and she’s been living in its vicinity all her life, and there’s a body in the woods and no one knows it’s here.

Briefly, her mind brings forth the image of something beneath the soil, and she closes her mouth around the bile it sends careening up her throat. She doesn’t know what Phantom might have looked like before he died, but she’s certain that if she tried to look, all she’d find would be bones. It’s been more than long enough for the rot to set in and run its course, anything more than that melted away and chewed through by whatever insects buried themselves with him in the decay. She feels like the smell of something foul is caught in her nose now that she knows what she’s practically standing on. She wonders if he’s buried shallow. Guesses at the answer lying idle in the turned soil.

He takes in her speechlessness with a strange mix of fear and exhaustion. “Red? You still in there?”

“You- I- two years ago?” And it’s not like her, but she can’t help it. There’s nothing she can say in the face of this, nothing she can feel beyond the roiling wave of nausea and catatonic shock. They looked about the same age when she started out, and he died two years ago. He looks younger than her now.

“I’d be sixteen this year.” He says, helpfully, as if that makes anything easier. She got her provisional driver’s license in the mail a few months ago and she’ll be old enough to take lessons next year, and he’d be doing the same thing as she is around now but he’s dead. He’s dead and she’s not heard a thing about a kid dying in the last few years. He’s dead and buried shallow.

There’s not many other conclusions to reach. She’s not sure how it’s never crossed her mind before now, but for the first time in two years, Valerie wonders who Phantom used to be. Wonders what he did to get murdered in secret.

Wonders if who (or what) did it is still around.

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ovytia-art · 2 years

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Ectoberhaunt 2022 Day 14: Haunted House/Costume Party

Some more quick ones! The trio being goofs and trying on costume items and then a ghost boy having a late night snack. I do want to maybe come back to the costume party one after ectober and maybe polish it up…

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#ectoberhaunt22 #EH Order #EH Chaos #day 14 #haunted house #costume party #dp #danny phantom #sam manson #tucker foley #danny fenton #Halloween #ghost #digital art #sketch #art #drawing #costumes #my art

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Ectober day three is here!

NOW I GET WHY IT’S CALLED THE SOUL SHREDDER

[Warnings for fear and loss and semi-graphic descriptions of death]

Somehow, no matter how many times Danny had fought Fright Knight, he'd always managed to avoid the sword. He had to, otherwise his terrifyingly mortal friends would have to fight the incarnation of fear without him, and he couldn't let that happen. To be hit by Fright Knight's sword simply wasn't an option.

Tucker had been cut by it once, and when he recounted it to Danny, the nightmares hadn't seemed all that bad, a hundred Paulinas in bathing suits running toward him on a beach turning into a hundred Dashes kicking sand in his face. Maybe it was just because Danny was bi, but given the horrors they faced on a daily basis, he felt like it could've been worse.

Two years later, on Halloween, Jazz and Sam were both nicked by the sword, and while Sam vocally and dramatically described the horrors of being forced to wear pastels and eat veal by her parents, Jazz was quiet. Danny was afraid to ask, but that night, Jazz knocked on his bedroom door, and as soon as he opened it, she wrapped him in a hug.

"I'm so sorry, Danny," she said, her voice choked with tears.

"Woah... what are you sorry for?" he asked, hugging her back, awkwardly stroking her hair. "Is this... about what the Soul Shredder made you see? It was only a nightmare; none of it was real."

"It wasn't real for me, but Danny," her voice cracked and the rest came out in a whisper, "my greatest fear was having to go through what you've gone through."

He blinked in surprise, pulling them both out of the doorway and pushing the door closed behind them. "What do you mean?"

"The Soul Shredder, it showed me a life where, instead of you, it was me in the portal when it turned on," she explained. "In the fear dimension, I had to go through all the things you've gone through. Mom and Dad were shooting at me, threatening to dissect me. And you didn't know anything about it. Right before you beat Fright Knight and we all got let out of the fear dimension, I was fighting a nightmare version of Spectra. And she... she..."

"It was Spectra," Danny cut her off. "Enough said."

He'd never had to comfort his sister while she cried like that before. All his life, she'd been the protective older sister, the one who covered for him with their parents, the one who fought the Christmas turkey, the one who patched him up when he scraped his knees at school. She was his rock, whenever he was scared. He'd never had to do that for her before.

"I don't know how you do it," she said between sobs. "I don't know how you can walk a tightrope between life and death like it's nothing. I don't know how you haven't been traumatized a dozen times over just by the ongoing existential crisis of your nature."

"I don't think about it that much."

"No... you just don't talk about it," she disagreed, and she was right, although he wasn't going to admit that. He thought about it a lot more than he would like to.

"I have you," he said instead. "And I have Sam and Tucker, and the occasional ghost ally who help me out. I can handle it because I'm not alone." He ignored the little voice in his head that said, you are alone. That's what it means to be one-of-a-kind…

"I'm never gonna let you face anything alone," she told him. "Even if I die, I'm gonna become a ghost, and I'll always support you so you never have to be alone."

"Thanks, Jazz."

"I mean it."

"I know you do."

Before that night, Danny had never given much thought to what he himself might see in the fear dimension. As much as possible, he tried not to entertain his fears. He couldn't afford to.

Even so, he knew what he was afraid of, and his conversation with Jazz made it all the more real.

The next time he faced Fright Knight, the unthinkable happened.

The Soul Shredder plunged into Danny's abdomen and his world faded into darkness.

The next thing he knew, he was laying on his back on the sidewalk, surrounded by a hoard of people staring down at him with disgust. Jazz was there, backing away from him with wide eyes. Tucker's knees were shaking so badly they buckled under him, and he scrambled away through the crowd on his hands and knees. Sam was there, looking like she might throw up, her eyes looking at anything but him.

"He's a ghost and a boy?" Star's voice whispered. "What's with that? How creepy?"

"What a freak," Kwan said. "He shouldn't even be around us regular people."

I'm not! he tried to say, but when he opened his mouth, the words didn't come out.

"Isn't he, like, an abomination against nature or something?" asked Paulina.

"He looks human, now..."

"But then... most monsters do, don't they?"

"Everyone back up!" an authoritative voice cut through the crowd.

Mom! he realized. Dad! Please help me!

"Leave this to the professionals!" his dad's voice boomed. "We'll take care of this no-good, dirty, creepy, deranged little thing!"

"Now honey," his mother said, "don't forget that it's also an affront to human kind, and and blight on the earth, unfit to be seen by society, it's existence worth less to the world than gum on the sidewalk."

No...

On instinct, he transformed and flew away, dodging the net launchers and ecto-blasts that were shot after him. He flew home as fast as he could. If there was no place for him in the real world, at least he could escape to the Ghost Zone.

But when he got there, he was just as unwelcome by the dead.

"Get out of here, you wannabe!" Ember yelled at him. "You're not a real ghost, you're just a kid in a costume."

"Why would we want a creature like you here?" Frostbite sneered. "You're not one of us. You're not fit to reside with us."

"Human things don't belong in the Realms..." Walker drawled, his already towering form growing taller and taller until he looked about to squash Danny between his hands. "That's against the rules."

Danny dodge Walker's blow, leaving through the portal and crossing the Atlantic. Last he heard, Dani was in France. She'd sent him a postcard. Even if the whole world was against him, she was with him. She was like him. he wasn't one-of-a-kind, as long as she was around.

He found her below the Eiffel Tower, took her hands, and she smiled. She opened her mouth to speak. Her skin started to droop, green bubbles forming on her face, eyes melting into her skull as she destabilized where she stood, dissolved into a glowing green puddle without so much as a word.

Shaking, Danny floated up into the sky. Hated by his friends and family, rejected by the ghosts, having lost his clone, he turned to the very last person in the world he would ever turn to.

"Ha!" Vlad laughed in his face. "Foolish boy, you've missed your chance, hurled one too many insults. I'm not interested in you anymore. You're a weak, stupid little boy, full of hubris, and I want nothing more to do with you. How does it feel to have alienated the only other person on the planet who knows what you've gone through? Pretty wretched, I'd imagine. But unlike you, I don't need anyone. I’m strong on my own. I don't rely on the help of others.

"You? You're useless on your own. A freak. A loser!" Vlad laughed again, and Danny got the wind knocked out of him when he took a pink ghost ray to the chest. "Get out of my sight!"

Freak.

Loser.

Monster.

The words all echoed in his head, swirling around like a tornado of hatred.

Alone

Alone.

"Danny! Are you okay?!" Danny gasped, eyed flying open at the sound of Sam's voice.

"What happened?" he asked.

"You got hit by the Soul Shredder," Tucker explained. "Don't worry though. We took care of Fright Knight."

"He won't be bothering us again," Sam said, helping him sit up. "At least, not until next Halloween."

"Sorry it took us so long," Jazz apologized. "Are you alright? Do you wanna talk about it?"

"It was horrible!" Danny said. "Aliens finally made contact with Earth, but all they wanted was to buy bagpipe music CDs! They wouldn't even talk to us about anything else but bagpipe music. It was awful!"

"You've literally died before, and you greatest fear is that aliens will come to Earth and all they'll care about is bagpipes?" Sam asked, deadpan.

"I've wanted to meet aliens my whole life! I don't want it to be disappointing!" he said. Tucker laughed, and Sam sighed, and Jazz shook her head in disbelief.

It was all right if they thought a little less of him for this. As long as they never found out what really scared him.

#fic #danny phantom #dp #still on heavy painkillers so be gracious about my typos I’ll fix ‘em when I heal from surgery #Danny fenton #jazz fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #fright knight #angst #they’re all angst so far #fear #loss #nightmares #day three #ectoberweek2022 #things i wrote

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crying sobbing in the prossess of getting to this ask i accidently unfollowed TvT ANYWAY!!! i wanted to know what fandom events you're taking part of!! (i would like to join some but can never find any coded)- Spirits

YOU'RE GOOD FAM DON'T WORRY!!! I'm not gonna hunt people down who unfollow even like friends- it's your dash! You make it however you want it to be/the content you want to see!!

So for the fandom events, I am going to split them into two groups,Dp and CK/TKK

For Danny Phantom:

I just got done doing the @invisobang - It's finished now, but you can follow the blog to know when the next one is! I've done it two times now and had a lot of fun

I'm doing the @ecto-implosion. (It's a reverse bang!) You can still sign up if you want!! Artists have to sign up by September 14th! And Writers have till October 11th to sign up! I wanna try to see if I can make two pieces, if not 1 is fine!!

And I'm waiting for Ectober to come around the corner to know what to plan for and see if I can sneak it into my October plans!

For CK/TKK:

I'm doing the @ckhalloween23 - think of ectober but it's weekly! And they have already been released! They're also doing a movie night stream based on the weekly themes, which I'll be helping with! So you can go over and vote for which movies you want, and I might catch y'all there if you wanna join in some horror movies when the time comes 👀!

I'm doing the @ckreversebang; it's a reverse bang/more loose reverse bang! Which for artists is open till October 3rd! And for Writers, they can start whenever/when they see a piece they like, and it ends on the 8th! I wanna make 3 pieces lmao, if not at least 2!

I wanna try to do @allvalleyskillschallenge- Which is literally every month, so that's fine! They make a prompt/mood board with a theme, and you have a month to create something based on it! The fun part is that it can really be anything: art, music, playlists, boards, etc.

and I'll figure out how to do this all September- November lmao

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q-gorgeous · 2 years

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Witch

ao3

ffn

wooooo first day of ectober. i dont know that im gonna draw everyday this year but i will try to write everyday cuz i miss writing

Sam had a bad feeling about this.

She walked up to her altar and picked up a cleansing stick she had tied together last night, made of dried sage she had grown in her greenhouse some time back. She lit the sticks and wafted it around her room.

Danny had been missing for three weeks now. Nobody knew what happened to him. There hadn’t been any trace of him since he seemingly vanished that day. They had gone every possible route that they could’ve, and still nothing.

Sam sat down on the floor in front of her altar. She pulled out a black candle and placed it inside the candle holder. She picked up a notebook, writing her intention down on a page inside it. Ripping the page out, she folded it up a few times and held it up in front of her.

This was her last chance. She wasn’t sure it would do anything, her hopes of any possible leads about where Danny was were dwindling.

She picked up the lighter that was sitting on her altar and lit the candle. Its light danced across her face, casting shadows around her room. She watched it for a few seconds, reminding herself of her intention, and held the piece of paper up to the flame and watched it begin to burn.

Let Danny come home. Protect him wherever he is. Let me know he’s safe.

After a few seconds Sam set the paper down in a bowl that sat beside the candle.

She didn’t understand how he just disappeared like that. Tucker hadn’t heard anything from him, neither did Jazz. They hadn’t talked to him since they had all said goodbye for the night, Sam and Tucker on a video call and Jazz on her way to bed down the hall.

And Danny’s mom had seemed really calm about it all. She was convinced he just ran away. But why wasn’t she concerned about the reasons he could have run away? She wasn’t questioning anything. Even Danny’s dad wasn’t that calm. Didn’t think Danny had just run away due to some “teenage angst.” He had sat down with Jazz, Sam, and Tucker one day and told them that he didn’t think Danny ran away. That he thought there was something wrong.

Sam stared at the candle as it burned. The wax dripped down, making odd shapes inside the candle holder.

The more time that passed, the weirder Maddie’s reaction was. She was still convinced Danny would return home any day now. She ignored any push her family tried to make in finding Danny. Meanwhile Jack was clearly growing tired, melancholic. Jazz told her that Jack no longer slept in the bedroom with Maddie. That he stayed in the guest bedroom now. Maddie’s attitude still never seemed to change.

The candle was almost gone. She had watched it burn almost in its entirety. She picked her candle snuffer off the shelf in front of her.

She just hoped Danny would be okay.

Sam snuffed out the flame.

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #sam manson #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #phic #i read imekittys disparaged fics recently #can you tell #ectober2022

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ohhh for the wip game I’m v curious about ghost ptsd and fog-splatter

Send me one of my wip titles and I'll tell you about it

Ghost PTSD

Originally a phight fic that I didn't continue. The premise was that a random GIW runs into a teenager in Amity Park and recognizes signs of PTSD that he assumes is from ghost attacks, and he ends up trying to comfort/help the teen in question. I only wrote a few paragraphs for it in the end, so I'll just post all of it.

Fast food is not something Alexander Wells indulges in often. His job as a government agent requires him to stay in top shape. That means a strict diet and exercise regimen with very little wiggle room. But even he has his cheat days, and after a long afternoon of tracking down the ghost boy, only to lose him in the residential district, Alexander needs something greasy to sooth his wounded pride. The guys back at base are going to laugh him out the door when he returns empty-handed. He spent much of the morning boasting to the others that he would make a better show of things in Amity Park. The agency is wasting his talents keeping him stationed out in the countryside where nothing ever happens.

What a load of shit that had been.

Once he realized the hunt had failed, he changed out of his work clothes, got into something comfortable, and headed for the nearest fast-food joint. The Nasty Burger. It's not an appetizing name, nor is the smell that hit him when he first walked through the door, but greasy food is greasy food. Looking around, it seems to be popular with the younger generation. Alexander can't tell if that's good or bad. Kids these days have interesting taste.

At the very least, the food is cheap. Alexander eyes the board while the line shuffles forward. Nothing really appeals to him. Mighty Meaty Melt. Mini Mighty Meaty Melt. Meaty Cheesy Melt. Everything has the word "meat" and "melt" in it. Even the fries: Meaty Melty Fries. What does that even mean? Melty fries? Alexander isn't sure he wants to know the answer to that.

Fog-splatter

Started for Ectober 2020. Jack has been having strange gaps in his memories, hearing about conversations he never had, finding inventions he doesn't remember working on. And his son is being incredibly strange around him. Basically a fic where Vlad has been overshadowing Jack for some nefarious plot. I didn't get far into it—I never do with these week/month events—but I still like the idea and might finish it some day.

"Damn sentient soups," Jack muttered, eying the green sludge. He knew it was last night's dinner. Or it was supposed to be, until a single drop of ectoplasm infected the whole pot and turned it into a conscious, quivering mass. Dumping it down the kitchen sink probably hadn't been a good idea, but it was certainly convenient.

The thick green drops trembled, then started creeping along the porcelain, joining together into a single blob at the bottom of the sink. Several oily eyes blinked open and locked onto Jack. The blob opened its goopy mouth and hissed, then slipped back down the drain.

Jack shrugged and turned the tap on. Murky water flowed from the faucet, but it was quickly clearing up. He could deal with the sludge in the pipes later. For now, he kept the tap on until the water ran clear and drinkable. Even then, it wouldn't be the worst thing he'd ever eaten. As he filled his glass, he glanced in the darkened mirror.

A horned shadow loomed behind him.

#the king answers #Anonymous #wip game

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