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Back at it with more Green with Envy! This time the lines come from the amazing @moonfoxgazer! Thanks so much for the cool lines to work on. My brain decided it needed to be painted, so consider looking at a different style than my first piece.

Back to the battlefield!

Title: A Ghost Zone Gallop

#Balshumet's Baragouin #my art #colorist work #Danny Phantom #DP #greenwithenvy2024 #Cujo #phanart #phandom

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And finally! I did promise you another painted piece, and here it is! I've been seeing these adorable lines all throughout the competition and I had to take a crack at them myself! He knows he's not supposed to be in the lab, and now he's in time out! The jelly beans are enclosure enrichment so he doesn't feel too punished. I hope you like the colors.

And with that, I submit my 35th and final piece of the competition. Good luck out there to everyone!

Title: Interloper

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Back at it again with a second upload! I enjoyed painting in the mushrooms on the tree. The polypores IRL have a species that is really that vibrant shade of orange and yellow(even more so really!). Too bad they spell death for whatever they infect, but I thought they belonged in an image with a ghost kid. Thanks @maebird-melody for the fun lines. Lots of room to play in this one!

Title: Through the Woods

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Daily Excerpt: Hybrid Affinity

This week's chapter is the climax! I'm excited for you all to get to it. Less the 48 hours to go. >:) In the mean time, please enjoy this sneak peak from Chapter Seven: Containment Breach. ______________________________________________________

“I have nothing to hide from you humans.” The men spread out around the room to face the older halfa, and Danny fell back to ‘cower’ in a corner. The movement barely earned him a sideways glance from the agents. It’d helped he’d been quiet and too worn down to fight the last time they’d seen him. When the lead officer looked in his direction, he flinched and curled in on himself tighter. The jackass looked delighted by his acting. So really, it would be a riot when they escaped.

“I’m going to count to three, and you're going to hand over your contraband.” The agents pulled out a combination of guns and stun batons. “Any resistance will be met with severe physical discipline.” Oh, they were pretending this was ‘discipline’ now?

Vlad squared his shoulders and flared his aura, “You merely wish you were capable of subduing me.” There were suddenly shadows in the room, like the lights were being swallowed up by something in midair. He had to ask him later how he was doing that. The agents, save their leader, squirmed uncomfortably and glanced around at all the wiggling shapes. The older halfa’s smile held more than a little promise of violence, “I’m going to enjoy shattering your bones.”

#Danny Phantom #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #DP #DP Fanfic #Hybrid Affiinity #HA #Daily Excerpt #Balshumet's Baragouin

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Once more, with feeling! Don't think I'm finished just because this is the fifth one today. I'm back to the art mines right after lunch. >:) In the meantime, enjoy this piece by @englandamericaitaly. Thanks for the cute lines to work on! And enjoy the rest of the competition!

Title: A Prank At The Festival

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Daily Excerpt: Passion

Chapter Seventeen is on the way, which means it's time for a sneak peek a little into the future. I'm sure with the last few chapters, you can think of how this might have happened, but have this bit from Chapter Nineteen: A Discourse and Pertinacious Fidelity.

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“No worries, not like I could go anywhere.” He heard her hissed intake of breath, could imagine the horrified looking expression to accompany it. “It smells like a butcher shop in here, and I look like an incompletely done up rack of ribs, but all of that is just dramatic window dressing. I’ll be fine.”

“Where’s the first aid kit?”

“By my desk, it was a bitch and a half getting it from under the bathroom sink. We should hide it someplace that requires less bending and reaching.” He waved his hand vaguely in the direction of his desk chair, where he’d placed the plastic box, and focused on his breathing. The room was spinning more, and the feeling of hanging near the ceiling was kicking in.

“I say that every time, and then, every time you complain about having to think of a new spot for it.” He heard her rustling about inside the first-aid kit for medical supplies and started mentally preparing. Iodine and alcohol stung like hell, and stitches were worse. No matter how many times he insisted he didn’t need real disinfecting, he never bothered when he stitched himself, his sister didn’t listen. That meant hard to reach spots or wider areas always got an extra heavy dose to make up for it via Jazz.

“I’ve suggested several great spots for it.”

“Half of them have been inside of walls,” she moved closer, he could feel the heat coming off her fleece PJ covered legs near his own, “and the other half haven’t been any more sanitary.”

“It’s a sealed box.”

“It’s not a hermetic seal, Danny, things will end up inside!”

“It’s not like there’s anything dangerous in the walls. I’m sticking stuff in there all the time; I would know.” The bed near his right side dipped down, and a hand with gauze moved through his peripheral vision. The discussion was a great distraction from the pain. “If the bags of chips and Wild Monster are still edible after pulling them out of the wall, the first-aid kit should be fine.”

“The edibility of those snacks are always questionable, little brother.” She dabbed around the wounds, trying to clean them up enough to stitch. “What caused these?”

“Valerie.”

#Danny Phantom #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #Passion and Plasmatic Plague #PaPP #Daily Excerpt #Balshumet's Baragouin

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Chapter Three has been released! I'm looking forward to getting to hang out with you all on this journey through Hybrid. In this chapter, Danny gets a chance to talk to Vlad and the two attempt to come to an accord...

Still not sure if you want to read this story? Have a preview of this chapter below the cut!:

“I believe I’ve been captured. It’s the same reason you’re here, Phantom. ” 

“You don’t understand. You can’t be in here.”

“I’d prefer if I wasn’t as well, but if wishes were—”

“No, you asshole, I mean if you’re in here, who’s going to break me out?” Danny floated a little closer, drawn in by a combination of his frustration and the chill of another ghost. 

“Should you say something like that where they can hear?” Vlad replied.

“They don’t have audio in here,” Danny pointed up at the ceiling where the camera probably lived, “just video.”

“You’re certain?”

“They haven’t responded to a thing I’ve said in here yet,” Danny said.

“Small blessing. As for escape, I have a plan for that.” Vlad’s smile hadn’t gotten less infuriating in the time he’d been trapped in this hellhole. “All you have to do is work with me, and we’ll be out of here in no time.”

“I’m supposed to believe that? What? We’re escaping with the power of friendship?” He unclenched his jaw, and worked it slowly side to side. The injection had reopened fractures as well. 

“It’s far easier to escape together than separately.”

“And you’ll help me out of the goodness of your rancid little heart.”

“You’re testy, aren’t you?”

“I’ve been trapped in The Oven for the last two weeks!”

“You’ve been missing three.”

“That’s not my point! How am I supposed to trust your plan is going to get us both out of here, instead of just covering your own ass so you can use me to escape?” The answering glare on Vlad’s face didn’t make up for the last few weeks of torture, but it did boost his spirits. 

“I didn’t suffer the indignities of being transported in a cage and mocked the last few hours just to hear you doubt me, you little brat.” Vlad took a couple deep breaths, rolled the shoulder opposite the one with the injury, and rubbed at his temples. “They are pumping something into the air.” 

“Yeah, some kind of suppressant.”

“It’s...clouding my thoughts, and degrading my temper.”

“You don’t seem any worse than usual.”

“Well, I feel worse. Irrational, aggravated, and not just because you’re being obnoxious.”

#Danny Phantom #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #DP #DP Fanfic #Hybrid Affiinity #HA #Balshumet's Baragouin #Chapter Three

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Lore Post: The Goddess of Messages, Prophecy, and Portents

Another goddess, this time with a unique relationship with another of the Divine. At some point I'll post about her sister, for now you'll have to make do with the Goddess of Portents. I don't have anything currently planned for her themes, but she should be a fun one to work with in the future. You'll find a primer on her below.

The Goddess of Messages, Prophecy, and Portents, Brinnglóid is a lower regarded of the Divine among the pantheon. Because prophecy is such a rare gift, even among the Zone, most think her powers paltry. This is intensified by the fact her visions often focus on the mundane or small.

Truthfully, Brinnglóid gives her most powerful visions to those among the Living World, in all but a few exceptions. Because ghosts are often stubborn and their psyches prone to coloring everything through the biased lens of the 'obsessions', she does not often bother with sending portents.

However, there are a few noted Prophets and Seerers among her most devote acolytes in the Zone, and they maintain her shrines with a sense of grim duty and knowledge of impending doom.

She has also blessed a few 'lucky' mortals in more recent times, especially those in more spiritually active places like "Amity Park". Though, the ability to do so is dependent on the natural spiritual powers of those she interacts with, and so her prophets have decreased in number somewhat over time even among the Living.

All incarnations/manifestation in the material plane live deep in secluded parts of the Zone, peering deeply into a water well for subtle signs of her instructions. Empowered to carry out her will among the Timebound, they have warned of several recent disasters, including most recently the creation of the First Halfa.

The rest of her temple attendants and average worshipers call on her aid to safeguard letters and correspondence throughout the Zone, especially for messages of great import.

Consequentially, royal messengers are her most common worshiper, with a secondary and much smaller set making up those who truly believe in her powers to divine the future.

#Danny Phantom #Lore #ghost zone lore #ghost zone culture #Ghost Zone religion #Balshumet's Lore #balshumet's baragouin #balshumet's fanfiction #Goddess of Portents #Goddess of Messages #Goddess of Prophecy #She's one of the Divine #Who dealt most #with the material realm #both the Living and the Liminal #So #she's very familiar to those with power #in the human realm

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Chapter Six is out! If you haven't had a chance to read this fanfic yet, you should join us. We're two chapters from the end, but there's still about two weeks for you to catch up. In this chapter, Danny is returned to The Oven, and comes to an understanding with Plasmius about how to escape the GIW's custody...

The Climax is the next chapter, so I hope you join us before next Wednesday! Make it a Binge Weekend! Summary:

A momentary lapse of attention, a weapon's blast grounding him, an agent's boot heading towards his jaw... Danny has been the 'primary research subject' of the Area 23 facility for the past three weeks. Since he was captured, he's had no contact with the outside world, and no chance of escape. After complaining about a lack of conversational partners, his heated cage finds a second occupant: Vlad Plasmius. With his last chance at escape captured with him, Danny's hope dwindled until he heard the other halfa promise he had a plan. The only problem: He doesn't trust Vlad.

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture, Past Torture, Psychological Torture, Medical Experimentation, Medical Torture, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Rating: M

Still not sure if you want to join your fellow readers? Have a sneak peek of chapter six below the cut!:

He ached liked someone had scrubbed fine grain sandpaper over every inch of his bones. The skin across his ribs pulled with every shift, so he’d quickly tested if he needed to breathe in ghost form. He didn’t. He preferred it, though, and fighting down the instinct to do so every few seconds was distracting. As soon as I get out of here, I’m going to burn all of Dr. Bursen’s notes. They were digital, held somewhere in the GIW’s computer servers, but the loathsome little jerk hadn’t stopped dictating the entire time. He’d found his way to the top of Danny’s shit list, above even Vlad.

He was too weak to stand or float, and since they didn’t have the patience to wait for him to recover, his escorts had each snagged an arm and started pulling. His head flopped back as they dragged him back to The Oven, his boots squeaking across the linoleum tile in this part of the facility. They hadn’t even injected him with enough Radio-whatever to numb all the pain this time. Somewhere, dimly, he looked forward to getting back to his cell; the suppressant would leave him completely numb.

“Agent T, please prepare the door for transfer.” Danny turned his head to focus on the officer in front of him as the agent to his right dropped away. The other one’s grip didn’t budge a centimeter. The angle was starting to wrench his shoulder joint, and had already reopened a cut. The burly agent tapped into the keypad near the terminal, and the whole rigmarole to open The Oven started. The ache near his collarbone crescendoed into a burst of lightning. He bit back a groan when the returning agent jostled him when grabbing his other arm. “You’ve been quiet, HBC-1. Did Dr. Bursen really cut out your tongue this time?” The surrounding men chuckled as The Oven’s doors opened with a hiss and a buzz.

“Hurts.”

“That’s what shut you up?” The two men ahead of him parted, and the officer clicked his tongue. “Shame it won’t be for long. The scientists claim you heal quickly.”

“Maybe they can make a shock collar?”

“You’re right, Agent T, that could keep it behaved.” They tossed him through the opened passage. The ground rushed up and made friends with his nose before he could react. Their amusement echoed off of the walls of The Oven and through his pounding skull, a symphony of suffering carved into his bones. Thirty seconds passed. The vertigo and body aches abated enough for him to raise his head and look around. Vlad wasn’t where he saw him last. He turned his head to take the room, and found him slumped against the coolest wall, eyes very much still shut.

“Hey?” No response. He took in the trail of dark green painting the path from the spot he’d ended up during the fight and the wall. It was wide, bumpy, and uneven instead of a single, thin layer like the blobs left. It was a lot of ecto. “Can you hear me?” Still nothing. Something hot and needy crawled up his spine to wrap around his core.

#Danny Phantom #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #DP #DP Fanfic #Hybrid Affiinity #HA #Balshumet's Baragouin

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Daily Excerpt: Hybrid Affinity

The story continues with the next chapter of HA promising some angsty content involving Danny's return to The Oven. We are quickly approaching the climax, so I hope everyone enjoys the sneak peek of Chapter Six: Reciprocity

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“You’ve been quiet, HBC-1. Did Dr. Bursen really cut out your tongue this time?” The surrounding men chuckled as The Oven’s doors opened with a hiss and a buzz.

“Hurts.”

“That’s what shut you up?” The two men ahead of him parted, and the officer clicked his tongue. “Shame it won’t be for long. The scientists claim you heal quickly.”

“Maybe they can make a shock collar?”

“You’re right, Agent T, that could keep it behaved.” They tossed him through the opened passage. The ground rushed up and made friends with his nose before he could react. Their amusement echoed off of the walls of The Oven and through his pounding skull, a symphony of suffering carved into his bones. Thirty seconds passed. The vertigo and body aches abated enough for him to raise his head and look around. Vlad wasn’t where he saw him last. He turned his head to take the room, and found him slumped against the coolest wall, eyes very much still shut.

“Hey?” No response. He took in the trail of dark green painting the path from the spot he’d ended up during the fight and the wall. It was wide, bumpy, and uneven instead of a single, thin layer like the blobs left. It was a lot of ecto. “Can you hear me?” Still nothing. Something hot and needy crawled up his spine to wrap around his core. They would melt if they died in ghost form, right? He wasn’t breathing, but they didn’t need to while transformed. The thought didn’t help the fluttery bugs wrapped around his core calm down, though. I need to get over there. His legs still refused to work. He reached out an arm, and pressed it into the rapidly heating floor. It took ages to drag himself over in an army crawl, but he managed. This close, he could see the glow off the other halfa’s body. He felt cold. That’s probably a good sign. “Plasmius!” This time, he did get a response, a low, pained groan. He shouldn’t waste energy and ecto on tears, but his heart and his rational brain were having a disagreement about that. “Hey, wake up.” 

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Daily Excerpt: Hybrid Affinity

Just a little while longer until this blog explodes with activity! Green With Envy starts this Friday, and you'll see plenty of my art then. I'll also be joining Phic Fight, because why not? In the meantime, why don't you enjoy this Sneak Preview of Chapter Four: Kin Altruism

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“What?”

“With the food. Not that you’d let us eat it.” Vlad floated in the middle of the room, legs crossed at the ankles, and seated in midair. It was starting to frustrate him how unbothered by the temperature and drugs he looked.

“How can you tell?”

“I’m not as cognitively impaired; so I’ve been keeping time.” 

“You always think I’m ‘cognitively impaired’.” It hurt to move his arms to gesture, so he let them flop back down into his lap instead of continuing to talk with his hands. They were still pumping in the higher amount of suppressant. He could tell by the fuzzy cotton in his head. Maybe he should be more concerned that his arms hurt through the anesthetic. 

“I think you are stubborn and irascible, not stupid. You’re just being drugged right now.” Vlad started to float over to him, and his whole being tensed. 

“What are you doing?”

“Something’s off with your energy.”

“Didn’t I tell you to stay away from me?” He forced himself to stand and put up his fists, “I swear I’ll kick your ass if you get any closer.”

“I’m sure you’d try, but I wouldn’t suggest it.” Still, he stopped a few arm lengths away. “Those injuries should have healed by now. You see? Didn’t I warn you about getting low on energy?”

“That’s my problem, not yours.”

“I need your help to escape,” he hissed, floating another few feet closer. “At least let me give you some of my energy so you can stabilize.”

“I do not want any of your disgusting vibes, Plasmius. I’d rather melt.”

“You’d transform before you melted. Although with the temperature in here, you’d probably wish you’d melted. It would be quicker.” He closed the last few feet, and a wave of icy power washed over him. Some of it sunk into his core, and the answering reduction in pain almost made him groan. “Stop being ridiculous, and let me help you.”

“You’re only out to help yourself.”

“I just explained I need you in better condition so we can escape. Can you not trust that?”

“Your plan definitely involves abandoning me.” Danny fought down the urge to move closer and suck up more ecto-energy. 

“If that’s true, then why do I need you in better condition? Wouldn’t be easier to use you as a distraction or leave you behind if you were weak?” Vlad grabbed a shoulder and ghost-handled him away from the wall. Before he could protest, they were floating closer to the coolest wall in the room. When he caught a wave of Plasmius’ energy this time, he had to bite his tongue to keep from groaning. “If you weren’t so intoxicated, you’d jump at the idea of strengthening yourself and making me weaker.”

“I’m not some weirdo cannibal like you.”

“You don’t think eating chicken is cannibalism.”

“I’m not half chicken.”

“You’re not half blob either, Little Badger.”

#Danny Phantom #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #DP #DP Fanfic #Daily Excerpt #Hybrid Affiinity #HA #Balshumet's Baragouin

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It is finished! I'm so happy to post the last chapter and finish off my first long fic! Thank you to everyone who has joined me along the way and who left comments, kudos, bookmarks and subs! This has been a wild ride, so I hope you all enjoy the ending to the first entry in the Pestilence!AU trilogy. Inside, Danny and Valerie catch up after the harrowing events the day before, and Danny asks an important question...

One last time: Have a sneak peek for the dashboard!:

She landed a few feet from the bushes, not wanting to get twigs and leaves caught in the newly rebuilt engines of her hoverboard. She still missed her wings, flying was much more convenient and exciting with them, but after the curse left, so too did the ability to transform. She discovered her ability to interface and control with other technology diminished as well. It had been nice to control the systems inside Plasmius’ house, but she could at least enjoy the knowledge she’d crippled its defenses. She also missed the ability to create new weapons with a thought.

Still, having her mind be curse free and no longer subject to the whims of homicidal ghost hunting sprees definitely made up for it. She slid the armor back into place, the suit quieting to a hum in the back of her mind. Another change involved the suit being more silent. They could still communicate, she just seemed less opinionated. But, if the opinions she had shared were any indication, she tended towards the primal and vulgar anyway. She did not need dietary guidance or suggestions! Squirrels are filled with protein, so are rabbits. They were adorable woodland creatures and she was not a wild animal. They were not going to eat them. The suit didn’t seem particularly happy about it, but the grumbles settled out into gentle hisses. She didn’t try to take control anymore either, just gave suggestions about her diet and butted in about her social life. It was still weird, all things considered, to share her mind with a piece of tech, but what could she do? 

She walked into the park a few minutes early, preparing to settle in for the long haul. For all of his many virtues, Danny had never met a deadline he couldn’t dodge…except today, apparently. She walked into the park, ready to find a bench to relax on for the next fifteen to twenty, only to find him already inside and standing around looking for her. Ok, that’s a new one, Fenton. Agreeing to talk about his feelings and showing up on time, all without being reminded? He’d just opened a new chapter, or maybe just flipped to a new page. When she walked closer, she could see him shove a breakfast pastry in his mouth with one hand and check his phone with the other. On the bench near him sat a water bottle. He picked it up and started chugging the liquid inside. He’d definitely rushed here. “Hey Danny.” He started choking, and she rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I crept over here.”

“I’m used to sensing... Uh, hi Val.” He set the bottle down and waved. “You’re still feeling better, right?” He walked over to her, hands in his pockets, typical bright smile on his face. Like she hadn’t almost died yesterday, like he wasn’t always half-dead himself. 

#Danny Phantom #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #DP #DP Fanfic #Passion and Plasmatic Plague #PaPP #Balshumet's Baragouin #Chapter Twenty Four

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Chapter 22 is out! I am so excited to finally get this chapter out! Thanks once again to @emotigonecreative for the amazing art! You can see it in this chapter. It's sometimes wild to think all 160,000 words came from this single image. They say a picture is worth 1,000 words, but I can honestly say Emotigone's are worth at least 160x as many.

Everyone should take a look at the original art on her blog, because it is awesome and needs more love!

Want a taste of the chapter before you head inside? You'll find it below.:

The perilous flight back to FentonWorks drove them away from Main and over the peripheral commercial district. Underneath their frantic retreat, buildings of glass and concrete blurred into a menagerie of white and gray. They usually loved their coloration, all ink and blood, but it made them easy to pick out for the suit firing lasers at them from above. Maybe they should consider a winter stealth mode after they defeated it. Their board mate was not making the process of dodging missile blasts and laser fire any easier, though.

The weight on the back of the board threw off her calculations every time they turned. His hands burned against their outer skin, the pressure and temperature felt through metal and carbonite. Every turn, she pulled him closer, drawing him as tightly as she could so they moved as one over the balance point. Every turn, he shifted himself farther away and made the next one that much harder. “Stop wiggling away, you’re making it hard to steer.” She tugged him farther forward again, and was met with creaking protest from their swollen knees.

“I don’t weigh that much, do I?”

“Mr. Fenton, this thing has focal points, and we each have a center of gravity. The farther away you are,” this turn slid him forward into her back, “the more things there are to balance. It’s easier to juggle one blob of weight instead of two.” He tried to move away again, and she wrapped a hand around his wrist and kept him there. “Stop making this difficult if you don’t wanna become road pizza.” Sometime in the last few minutes, her headache started clearing. With them so low on power, she was surprised, but grateful. One less thing to worry about. Everything still fuzzed at the edges, they kept falling out of sync, but it was easier. Everything else still burned like an inferno, though, even with the suit minimizing their pain levels. Something nagged about the topic of their pain, her nerves, but she put a pin in it.

“I’m—this is closer than I’ve danced with anyone at prom.”

“Get over it. You’d think you’d enjoy having an excuse to cuddle a girl.” They rounded the next corner smoothly, turning on the board as a single unit. Much better.

#Danny Phantom #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #DP #DP Fanfic #Passion and Plasmatic Plague #PaPP #Balshumet's Baragouin #Chapter Twenty-Two

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Daily Excerpt: Passion

Things are really heating up! I bet my regular readers are worried about Valerie by this point. There are still some ways lower to wander on that account. The last chapter of the Second Act is coming out on Wednesday, so let's take a little glimpse into the future. This bit is from Chapter Twenty: Internecine and Solitude

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“What is wrong?”

“Valerie, you’re hurt! You need to pull that off right now so I can take a look at you!” His voice filled with panic, and the human began waving their upper limbs around in an uncoordinated, awful manner. Silly sire. They would be harmed without their true skin to close the gaps while repairs occurred.

“I am fine. The outer holes are already closing, and the armor will cover the inner ones until we recover.” Their sire’s face turned an odd color, going gray and lifeless, a pale color far too light for his darker skin tone. “Do you feel unwell?”

“Valerie, take off the suit.”

“What?”

“Take. Off. The. Suit. Right now.” The human’s tone of voice did not make sense, their command was both pointless and dangerous. They could not shed their outer true skin. It was unsafe. Perhaps he did not know?

“It’s not safe.”

“We’re at home.”

“Phantom and any other ghost can attack at any moment.”

“He doesn’t know where you live! There’s something very wrong, baby, you have to take that thing off right now.” He was becoming irrational, hysterical, his eyes filling with water and salt. Tears. Why was their sire crying? They would be repaired by tomorrow morning.

“We are not forsaking the protection of our outer skin. That is nonsense.”

“Valerie.” Something…about his voice rang foul. A memory, buried deep where she did not have to think on it often, came back. He hadn’t sounded like that since before… “Baby, I need you to listen to daddy, that thing is doing something to you. It’s hurting you. I can tell from how you sound. You’re bleeding under there, but it won’t let you take it off. You have to though, you have to do this for me, sweet pea.” They looked up into his face from their spot on the floor. It was twisted and wet, something desperate turning it ugly. Why was he being so difficult about this?

“You don’t understand, I’m not safe without it. I need it.”

“You don’t. I’m right here, baby. I promise you’re safe with me.” Something wicked and angry crawled up their spine, latching to their tongue to come out with the sound of hissing and screeching computer tubes.

“If you could keep us safe, then why did our house get destroyed? Ghosts did that. You can’t protect us from ghosts, but we can.” They rose from the floor, power gathering around them in a hot red circlet to halo their head. “We can stop any ghost in Amity. We can keep us safe. Not even Phantom will stop us as soon as we’re repaired. You will see. You don’t understand, but we will show you.” He looked at her, face still wet and ugly, and began backing away.

“I don’t know what you’ve done to my baby girl, but I am going to get rid of you. You can’t have her; she’s all I’ve got left.”

#Danny Phantom #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #DP #DP Fanfic #Passion and Plasmatic Plague #PaPP #Daily Excerpt #Balshumet's Baragouin

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Lore Post: God of Knowledge and Wisdom

I did promise we'd get more information about him soon, and here it is. I figured since we're talking about curses, and just read the notes of one of his servants, he should get a bit of a spotlight. So, here comes the overview for the God of Wisdom!

Generally considered the God of Wisdom and Knowledge, Eulas is also known as Kunnzkapp among the Yetis of the Malproksime Frostiĝinta where he rules Magic and mageworkers in addition to his typical domain. Consequently, a common epithet of his is The Archmagis in areas that deal diplomatically or are under the rule of Malproksime Frostiĝinta.

The most commonly worshiped deity of scientists and historians alike, his specific purview creates a unique situation in the Zone. Although few dedicate themselves exclusively to the collection of and maintenance of knowledge, because the act of knowing and learning itself are under his command, he’s one of the more powerful deities in the dimension. Additionally, all professions that require specific knowledge or long years of study see many individuals that venerate or pray to this Divine daily. This means doctors and lawyers, but also many tradespeople and craftspeople in specialized arts like metalworking, glassblowing, and engineering.

His Temples see more curtailed worship than would be expected for so powerful a deity, however, scholars and his servants are fervent in their worship, and even regular simple prayers to remember where you’ve misplaced an object grow his influence. As a result, his Relics and Divine Works are abundant throughout the Local Zone, and take the form of everything from books of rare knowledge to instruments and implements that aid in completing tasks.

Among the most important of his Servants duties is the collection and sequestering of dangerous knowledge. This often, though not exclusively, takes the form of collecting Relics that can manipulate aspects of reality. His most powerful Incarnations have the ability to erase the knowledge of something from existence. This form of sequestration is only done in the most extreme circumstances, as the God loves the proliferation of knowledge as much as the collecting of it, and most of his Incarnations are obsessed with teaching as much as learning. Prominent Servants and Incarnations are themselves Aspects of human concepts as well as pieces of the Divine, so his influence is wide-spread and numerous.

Outside of the various monk/priest castes in every major area of the Local Zone, the greatest collection of his worshipers is at the Universitato de Sorĉado found in Malproksime Frostiĝinta. Indeed, the highest proportion of worshipers is found in that territory in general, as the Yetis dedicate themselves to the pursuit of knowledge and scientific advancement.

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Daily Excerpt: Passion

Since chapter three is coming out tomorrow, we'll continue with sneak peeks from chapter 5. Look forward to bits and bobs from later chapters and Lore posts next week! Chapter Five: Inquiry and Eleemosynary:

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“All of that sounds wonderful, especially the French toast.”

“That’s good, because he says it’s not quite right, and he wants it perfect before this little soirée Mr. Masters is throwing for the siegnorial leeches of Amity.” She ducked back outside the door for a few seconds before leaning back in, “there’s a button on that table if you feel off before I get back with the food. It’s not a bother at all, young lady, so don’t hesitate to press it.” Her typical omnipresent frown returned for a moment, as she looked her over. “I’m not sure you shoulda let him juice you up with whatever fancy electronic doodads he’d been all excited about lately.”

“He mentioned it to you?”

“Only to the investors two weeks ago. They were from some medical group, maybe a bunch of heads of medical research? Oh, that’s not it,” she tapped a finger against the door jam, before her face lit up again, “that’s right. They were from a group of teaching hospitals and medical research focused universities. I think he was trying to drum up interest in human trials.” Her frown returned, “I don’t like him doing human trials on my favorite ghost fighting girlie.”

“I’ll be ok, Ms. D.; Mr. Masters knows what he’s doing.”

“Oh, most men think they know what they’re doing, in business and in the bedroom, but you’ll come to find out they are all faking it until they make it.” She shimmied out of the room, heading off to whatever duties occupied her when she wasn’t gossiping with Valerie.

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