#but i really REALLY wanted to draw Danny in a suit man... that was the only motivation

[too-much-tma-stuff]

I Don’t Believe You Care

Y’all are my beta readers XD if you see any errors please let me know. I’m going to post this on AO3 later.

Part one here

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The scolding that Bruce gave Damian was the gentlest either of them had ever received, but it did cow Damian enough that he behaved while meeting Cass and Stephanie. It helped that they were sweet, Stephanie was a bit energetic and overwhelming but Cass was quiet and seemed to understand them better. She helped reign in the over-enthusiastic family friend and Danny was glad to have her as a sister. She didn’t speak much, she communicated in signs that he didn’t understand but he thought that he could learn in time, and he wanted to. When he told her so she smiled and Steph squealed, insisting loudly and brightly that they would be happy to teach him!

He couldn’t help but feel relieved that when Alfred asked Stephanie if she would be staying for dinner she joked that she should actually spend some time at home for once. It seemed like she didn’t live here, though they knew of her identity as Spoiler and her involvement with the bats, all her noise and movement wouldn’t be a consistent presence around the house. Not that Danny didn’t like her! He just thought he’d like her best in relatively small doses before she could overwhelm him.

He would ask Cass to teach him when Steph wasn’t here, it might be just slightly trickier, but he could use the excuse of letting the two friends spend the time they had together. And maybe Tim could help him practice? He must know how to communicate with his sibling after all, and Danny could already tell he and Tim were going to get along.

He was even more glad that Steph had gone when Dick arrived because as the man came barrelling in like a hurricane Danny didn’t want to think of how much chaos and noise they would be together! For all his practice in social graces they really should have prepared him for this chaos, crowds, and friendly contact. But the compound had been short sighted and ill prepared in such regards.

Dick was the worst, Danny was almost jealous of Damian who could snarl and squirm and draw a knife on the man when Dick tried to hug him. Danny put on a smile and forced a laugh and pretended that his instinctual reaction to being held like this didn’t make him want to bite and rend. He knew that Dick meant well, or at least he thought so, the man was honestly famously good natured and cared for his family. Danny wanted to be on his good side, and couldn’t bring himself to actually say he didn’t want to be touched, or at least wasn’t used to it. The sudden, quick, and broad movements Dick favoured with his dramatics made Danny want to flinch though he had better self control then that!

He dodged hugs as gracefully as he could for the rest of the night and managed to sit him and Damian between Bruce and Tim for dinner, with Danny sitting next to Tim of course. The food was good, and everyone in the family was very welcoming, but by the end of it Danny was exhausted.

He was good at this sort of thing, trained to charm, and redirect apparently effortlessly, but the thing was it wasn’t effortless, and these sorts of situations were harder to simulate then battle. Danny had done a good job, he could tell that he had them charmed, and had them warming up to Damian too actually, but he also knew that he was drooping. He should hide his fatigue, but he was still human, he yawned.

“You’ve had a long day young masters,” Alfred said, instantly picking up on the mood, he was an impressive man and they both knew it. “Now that you’ve eaten why don’t you go settle in your rooms and get some rest? I took the liberty of going to buy you some pajamas and basics that should fit the two of you. I’m sure Master Bruce will be happy to take you both out to buy clothes more suited to your taste tomorrow,” he added.

“I think that’s a good idea, don’t you Damian,” Danny asked, glancing over at his brother.

“I’m not tired,” Damian harrumphed, of course he wouldn’t admit defeat. “But I would like to see where we will be staying,” He added. No doubt he’d thoroughly check security and for any potential surveillance before he slept. Danny wasn’t going to bother.

“Very good young Masters,” Alfred said with a nod, pausing to look back at Dick. “Will you be staying the night as well?” He asked the older man, who gave a rueful smile and shook his head.

“I’m needed in Bludhaven, I was able to come for the day on such short notice but I couldn’t get more time off. I’ll schedule a proper vacation as soon as possible so I can come back and visit!” He said giving Danyal and Damian an encouraging smile, and Danny did a good job of looking disappointed that Dick was leaving even though he was glad to have some time to get his feet under him before more of the family would be under the same roof once more. Maybe he hadn’t been as subtle as he thought about dodging Dick’s affection though, because he didn’t try to hug either of the boys goodbye.

He bid their siblings farewell and followed Alfred up to his bedroom, seeing Damian into his first and then going into his own. He was quick to brush his teeth and change into the comfortable, soft pajamas they’d been bought which did fit perfectly. Unfortunately when he flopped down into bed, regardless of how exhausted he was, he couldn’t sleep. He kept replaying the events of the day, how he did, how he could have done better, what he had learned about the family and what it meant.

After maybe an hour once things had gone quiet on the other side of the wall and he thought Damian was asleep Danny sighed and got up. He opened his window and climbed out, he braced his feet on the sill and shoved off, jumping unnaturally high for a human to grab on the edge of the roof and drag himself up onto it. He scrambled up gracefully and silently, finding a comfortable place to lay, looking up at the sky. He stayed there, zoning out for a while before he heard a soft thump on the roof near him.

“How did you get up here?” Bruce asked, dressed as Batman this time, Danny glanced over and gave him a small smile.

“You can’t really see the stars here,” he said, looking back up at the sky. “I won’t miss much about the compound, but I’ll miss the stars.”

“Not settling in particularly well?” Batman asked, sitting down on the ridge of the roof, a respectable distance between them.

“Oh I’ll be alright,” Danny said with a shrug. “They always raised me to be your heir after all, Damian will have more trouble than me. Want some advice?”

“Hm,” Batman said, an affirmative sound.

“Take him to a zoo, buy him art supplies. He’ll deny he cares about such things, but I know him better then anyone and he does. Once he realizes he really can be himself out here, that’ll help start undoing the brainwashing.”

“How are you so insightful about the situation? You can’t have avoided the brain washing.” Batman asked, and Danny shrugged. “What about you?”

“What about me?” Danny asked, glancing over just for a moment.

“How do I bond with you?” Bruce asked, and Danny laughed.

“You don’t have to. I don’t need to be won over or convinced. Our grandfather is a violent fool who only cares for himself, teaching me to recognize manipulation showed me what he really was years ago. If you turned me away entirely I still wouldn’t go back to the league.” He said with a wry smile.

“Hm,” Batman sounded unimpressed. “You’re still my son. I’d like to bond with you?”

Danny sighed, not sure why Batman was being stubborn when his energy was best spent elsewhere. He sat up and looked over at Batman, tilting his head slightly. “I don’t need you,” He said somewhat bluntly. “Damian does, give him your focus. If you truly want you can buy me an instrument, and books on astronomy.”

Batman nodded thoughtfully and Danny lay back down, there was a few moments of quiet between them before B spoke up again. “How did you get up here?” He asked again and Danny sighed.

“I guess you have to know eventually,” He murmured. “Part of the reason we’re both here is because Grandfather couldn’t decide who he wanted to be his heir, it was always supposed to be Damian but something happened and suddenly I was a much more attractive choice.”

“What happened?” B prompted after a moment.

“You know about the Pits? Most people dunked in it come back less, in the mind usually, sometimes less human, feral and monstrous. But rarely, once in the blue moon, someone comes back more.” Danny glanced over at Batman, and when he blinked he let his eyes flash green, glowing with the vile waters the kept Ra’s limping along. He could have explained more about the ways that he was different now, but he didn’t want to let on more then he had to at this point. He wasn’t naive enough to trust Bruce just because they shared blood, so he simply said; “I came back More, and I mean, I’m still a trained assassin, I probably could still have gotten up here even if I hadn’t.”

“But seemingly being chosen by Lazarus made me seem like a better option to grandfather, and your… complicated feelings towards empowered people is well known. So they didn’t know if you’d like me anymore.” His eyes faded back to blue and he looked up at the sky again, he couldn’t read Bruce’s expression under the cowl anyway. “It took a lot of subtle work to convince them to send us both so you could ‘decide which of us you wanted’.”

“Do you expect me to choose one of you?” Bruce asked, unreadable as ever.

“No, not really, you clearly like having many children. Damian still thinks now that you have a biological heir you’ll turn your adopted children away, but that’s grandfather talking and he’s a fool. If you do choose one then choose Damian, I’ll be fine on my own but he needs the help navigating this world. He’s strong, he’s clever, he’s more observant than me, he’ll make a good detective. He’ll be more loyal than me once you win him over too. He’ll be harder to break of the bad habits, I’ve never been as good at killing as him, but once he learns the way you do things I think he’ll be a good Robin.” Danny said, pulling up his knees and wrapping his arms around them, it was a bit chilly on the roof.

Batman hummed and nodded, which was good, if he had continued to push Danny would have had to bring up Jason. He knew that Jason was alive of course, but Bruce didn’t and Danyal would say he was more likely to end up like Jason if he had to but that was a last resort.

“Well I want you to know that both of you are very welcome here. And neither of you have to be Robin, or anything that you don’t want to be. I’ll support you in whatever you want to do, and you being a meta doesn’t change that at all. Both of you have a home here,” Bruce assured.

Danny nodded and gave Bruce a smile before standing up and smiling. “That’s good to hear,” He said, while not believing it at all. Bruce couldn’t and shouldn’t offer such unconditional support after just meeting them. “I should get back inside, it’s getting cold, and I am tired,” He said, wandering over the edge of the roof and stepping off, twisting around to grab the edge and swung off and back through the window before closing the window and brushing himself off so he wouldn’t get to much dirt in his sheets before crawling into bed.

He wasn’t fully asleep before the door to his room opened just enough for Damian to slip inside, he wasn’t surprised, Damian and he weren’t as independent from each other as they acted like they were. “You should have locked your door and blocked it somehow. We cannot trust the mongrels Father has taken in,” he hissed at Danny.

“Damian, shut up and get over here,” Danny mumbled sleepily, not bothering to open his eyes as he lifted the blankets on the other side of the bed. He heard a scoff and waited as Damian did whatever he needed to to feel like the room was secure and then came over to slide into bed next to Danny. Danny held out his arm, they didn’t exactly cuddle even when like this, but Damian liked to hold Danny’s wrist and feel his pulse. He had done it when they were younger but he had stopped for a while, it had only started up again after he had watched Danny die, it was understandable.

Damian wrapped one hand around Danny’s wrist, seeking out his pulse and tucked the other arm under his pillow, no doubt stashing a knife there. “None of them are going to hurt us Dami. They’re used to having multiple siblings, they probably compete, but other then one notable exception we’ve never heard of any of them trying to kill each other have we?”

“You don’t know that, Father’s has never had a biological child before, they must recognize we’re more of a threat then the others,” Damian argued in hushed tones.

“They won’t, we haven’t even proven ourselves yet. We could be incompetent.”

“We’re not!” Damian objected, his voice raising just a little and Danny hushed him softly.

“No, we’re not, but they don’t know that. I would suggest we keep out heads down for at least a month, we learned what we could about them from a distance but we should observe them. We’ve never been out of the compound except on missions, we have a lot to learn and whoever does end up his heir will have to be able to pretend to be normal. I intend to take Tim up on the lessons on popular media, perhaps it isn’t practical, but what about when we inevitably have to interact with people our own age at parties? What about interviews?

“We don’t want to reflect badly on father and if we don’t know Anything about such thing, or have any hobbies, or anything of the sort people will assume he treats us poorly.” Danny murmured and Damian harumphed, even without opening his eyes Danny could tell Damian was gritting his teeth.

“Why should we care what the uncultured masses think?” He hissed furiously and Danny cracked a small smile.

“Because father does. As the Bat his reputation is half of his weapon, and his identity as Bruce Wayne is carefully crafted to both divert suspicion from him being Batman and to make people like him. Father understands well how ones image is a tool, and being a good father is part of his image as Bruce Wayne, we will have to play into it if we want to succeed.” Danyal explained as gently as he could, he didn’t believe all of what he was saying really, or at least the way that he was framing it. He was framing it in the way he thought was best to make Damian start giving the outside world a chance, and hoping that when he did give it a chance he would find he liked it.

It was quiet for a long time which was good, it meant that Damian was properly considering what Danny had to say. He was nearly asleep before Damian spoke again, rousing Danny from his half doze. “Alright, knowing these ‘siblings’ patterns would help, and I can concede the point on the importance of reputation,” He said stiffly.

Danyal had to suppress a smile at his brother’s tone. “Good. And try to remember that unlike Mother and Grandfather batman has a rule against killing. Anything you do you must make sure it is never tracked back to us, especially because he’s not going to suddenly stop caring about them because we share his blood. If he finds out we hurt one of them it would absolutely ruin our chances, or be a huge set back at the very least,” He added, again trying to gently steer his brother in the direction he wanted. He was being manipulative, but it was the way he knew that worked.

“Father should know better then to develop such misplaced attachments,” Damian grumbled but then after a moment of silence he sighed and nodded. “All of our missions have had to be done in secret anyway, with time and planning we’ll manage.”

Well, it had bought them time and that had been Danyal’s goal so he nodded as well. “Good, now sleep Ahki, we’ve both had a long day and I’m tired.”

Damian let out a soft hum and that was all, he kept hold of Danny’s wrist even as he fell asleep, as he always did. Danny liked it too, the physical reminder that Damian was there, that they were safely together. He didn’t think that either of them would have to sneak out before dawn to make sure they weren’t caught and punished for such childish behaviour, he truly felt like they could rest.

Part three

#Danyal al ghul #damien wayne #bruce wayne #tim drake #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #alfred pennyworth #danny phantom #dc #dc x dp #demon twins #twins AU #the league of assassins #batman #implied child abuse #this is a more introspective chapter #lots of talking

[silicon-puppy-pudding]

Danny totally kills the Joker

I have a very specific Eldritch!Danny in my head that, even though I've tried drawing before, I can't really get out of my head if you get what I mean

And as a dead on main shipper and a lover of angst I have him do shit that causes problems

Like kill the Joker in a blind rage after an Arkham break out

So it's like this, after a breakout that obviously requires all hands on deck, everyone is eventually re-cuffed and put back in their cells (including the Joker).

Red Hood and Phantom are doing some clean up in the Narrows and it's hard on them. Seeing some kids whose parents died cuz of the clown nearly broke Hood.

Phantom, now well known as Hood's right hand, picks up some of the burden. Helping more then he normally does with some displaced kids and families cuz he can feel Hood breaking down.

It hurts..

After the night/day/whatever is over, they head back home to their appartment and Jason just breaks. Danny's been helping with the pit rage so without all the extra anger crowding him it just sort of crumbles into pain and hurt.

Danny can't stand it

He can't stand to see Jason like this

Jason was his rock, his shoulder to cry on, his partner in crime. He had always been there for Danny when he had panic attacks and couldn't breathe cuz he saw some guy walking down the street in a white suit. Was always telling him it was going to be okay. Had told him things were gonna be alright. And now the roles had switched. Danny comforted Jason for who knows how long. Held him tight till he calmed down and was able to fall asleep. Once Danny was sure Jason would be okay he slipped out of the appartment...

Phantom would not stand for this.

Phantom flew over to Arkham with the intent to "have a little chat" with the Joker. Just ruf him up a bit. Scare him shitless so he'd rethink ever braking out again.

He didn't mean to bash the guys skull in.

He didn't even realize he'd been beating a flattened pound of meat and skull till Batman showed up and pulled him from his mind.

He looked over to where he'd heard his name and saw Batman and Nightwing standing by the door of the cell. Both were wrapped in bandages, some obviously stained in blood from the damage they endured during the breakout.

Dick covered his mouth and stared in horror at the sight of Danny, who he'd been lovingly calling his future brother-in-law for the past 2 months, covered in the Jokers blood. He looked like a staticky, distorted shadow. Three(3) sets of arm all ending with white clawed hands; one pair around the Jokers barely intact neck, another clutching the inmate uniforms chest, the last frozen mid punch. Bruce, having just the slightest ecto-connection from the pit, fought off the screaming in his chest to run and leave the King be.

Bruce slowly approached Phantom. Phantom on the other hand, slowly realized what he'd just done and was starting to panic.

He'd just killed a man

Sure he fucking deserved it but he just....let himself go. Let himself indulge in his rage, be consumed by it. And now the Batman was here to stop him. Would he send him back to the Realms? Would he lock him up, away from anyone he could hurt? Away from Jason?

Phantom flinches when Bruce touches his shoulder. And continues to try and back away when Bruce calls for someone to get a hold of Jason on the coms. What's he doing? Isn't he going to be thrown into a cell? He's dangerous! He could do this again if he wasn't dealt with! Why is Bruce calling for Jason? Does he want to show him the monster he let into his life? Does he want Jason to be the one to do it?

Bruce is talking.

Not Batman, but Bruce, is saying something to him, his name.

Not Phantom

"Danny? Danny!?"

Phantom disappears and isn't seen for two(2) days

Nightwing is the one to find him. In some warehouse, slamming his head into a support beam, yelling at himself that he can't become Dan.

I don't know how to continue this. It was supposed to have a nice hurt/comfort ending but I'm not a fic writer and I don't know how to do that. So feel free to use this as a prompt or something 👻👉🏾👈🏾

Edit: figured I'd add one of the Danny doodles I did a while back cuz it fits. I already posted it a while ago but it feels appropriate here too.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #dead on main #ghost king danny #jason todd #fic prompt #idk how to tag this #angst for days #Jason needs to show up and tell Danny everythings gonna be alright #Jason's been dealing with pit rage for years but Danny has never #Danny is not having a good time #Bruce is definitely mad but i like Good dad Bruce and its been a few years since he got Jason back #He's understanding of the situation but is still on edge #Dick is worried for Danny's mental health #he still sees him like a brother #eldritch danny #Dick is a good brother #Jason is very worried about his boyfriend #He also appreciates that Danny saw how hurt he was and immediately responded with “I'll get rid of the issue for you babe”

[capturecharlesau]

Hey I know we don’t talk much but aaa the urge ti send a ask is just killing me

sorry if it’s nonsense, it’s 3:30am at the start of writing this lol

your art is fucking amazing, I wish I could draw like you. It expresses the emotions wonderfully without feeling out of place in the darker moments. Art style wise, you’re like my idol. I just want to fucking nom on it and shake it

your story is beautiful, honestly one of my favorite THSC AUs. It conveys darker themes without feeling too disconnected from the original series. I mean, even I struggle to make my AU actually seem like a AU. I really like Terrence as well, even though he’s still a bad guy he stands out much more then the other evil Terrys I typically see

the character designs are super original, and they work nicely. Honestly I have a problem finding the differences between everyone’s designs for Charles and Reginald, but I can always easily spot you. Personally design wise, Terrence and Charles are my favorites

I thought I wouldn’t like Danny, but I really do. I feel bad for what I originally thought. I want to hug him goddamnit! He’s such a pretty guy, and he gets bonus points for being bigender since I basically never see rep for them sadly

your comic made me realize 1. how abusive I really was to my ex, and 2. how abusive others were to me. I don’t wanna go into details (since I don’t want to make you uncomfortable), but your comic really did help me

I can’t wait to see what you do next with the story! (and I’m sorry if I ever creeped you out)

@candikin Bro…. Im am so fucking HAPPY ON THIS ASK YOU GAVE ME! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I LOVE THESE TYPES OF ASKS!! IM YOUR IDOL!? OOH THANK YOU IM HAPPY YOU ACTUALLY LIKE MY STUFF!! :D

If there’s something I really LOVE it’s the way I do emotions!!! I LOVE MAKING FACES WITH THSC CHARACTERS AAAAAH!!! THANK YOU THE DARKER MOMENTS FEEL IN PLACE WITH THE EXPRESSIONS AAAH!!

Thank you for loving my story SO MUCH!! I try to relate THSC stuff to it as well so it doesn’t feel out of place! MSNENDJDJDMDN THIS IS YOUR FAVORITE AU!? IM SHAKING THANK YOU I POUR MY SOUL AND DARK FEELINGS INTO IT! THANK YOU! I’m so happy many people like my AU aaah!!

Ahhh yes Terrence Suave! When I saw that frame of him in ITA and after a few fanfics I saw him as pure evil! >:D The thing that makes my Terrence stand out is that my Terry is honestly a DEMON! He is literally pure evil and loves blood, pain, and seeing men, women, and children suffer a slow and painful death! Basically I portray him as satan himself from hell with his snake like behavior!

Terrence Suave a literal traumatic man who suffered abuse who then realized he has no purpose on the world other then to abuse Reginald and KILL AND TAKE OVER THE WORLD AND KILL THE HUMAN RACE as an all mighty snake demon!

The point is ….my Terrence is PURE evil! My Terrence is a pure black heart 🖤 filled with anger, sadness, and trauma!

AH THANK YOU! Coming up with the designs for the characters were easy after using my imagination a bit with some music! Aaaaah GLAD YA LIKE EM!!

AWWEEE MY REGINALD AND CHARLES STAND OUT!!!??? AAW THANK YOU! I think people can notice my character since my versions tend to look more anxious! Like this:

(Plus Reginald has his giant scar Terrence gave him!)

OH IM HAPPY YOU LIKE MY TERRENCE AND CHARLES DESIGNS!!! OOOH!

For Terry since he has his golden gun I always assumed his suit would be bright yellow and yellow glow-y eyes and a yellow dollar sign pin and a orange-yellowish tie! And of course…..blonde hair lol

Charles I always liked the white military outfit with a black tie hehe and I added some red eyes and some cute stickers on his headphones!

AWW HEHDJDKWBWHSJDHETHANK YOU FOR THINKING MY DANNY BOY IS A SWEET PRETTY GUY!! AAWW HE IS!! IT’S OK I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN! BUT HE HAS HIS REASONS! AAAH IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE HIM NOW DANNY WILL GIVE YOU A SWEET PINK HEART!! 💕

Aahhh yes! He is bi-gender and I’m so happy I can help represent some people and help them feel more comfortable :3

No worries pal it’s all good! I know my comic is VERY dark with abuse and how it affects others in a bit of a dramatic way but you see what I mean!

I’m so happy your safe and you made that step to change! That immediately makes you WAY better then Terrence who decided to not listen!

Thank you so much for this ask OH MY GOSH IT MADE MY DAY THANK YOU! HUGS AND KISSES!

Give credit at @bluetorchsky and @jaytoons7 and @smoresthehalloweenqueen for helping me with making character development as weelllll 💕

#thsc #the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin collection #captured!charles au #danny felizima #terrence suave #reginald copperbottom #charles calvin

[karatekels]

Hi I love ur blog and would love to make a request! I saw the list of smut sentences that u reblogged and this one really caught my eye for ck Terry🤭

❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜

I love how u write obliviously innocent readers so that aspect but mixed with the fact that reader was maybe once employed by the LaRussos🫢 terrys obsession with ruining danny gets to have a new outlet in his obsession with our sweet little reader. (Maybe Daniel finds out🤔)

Please feel free to take this wherever u want! I adore ur writing and ur creativity🫶

I really had a good time with this prompt, so thank you so much for your request, anon! I hope you all enjoy! Part 2 (the day of the auction) is where the smutty stuff will come in, and it's here!

Also, I’ll take yet another opportunity to recommend green_essential’s fic in progress, “En Pointe” on Ao3 – it definitely fits the bill for this prompt as well, and maybe if I send enough of you her way she’ll update it because I’M DYING.

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A Better Offer - Part 1

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Strolling into the Valley’s branch of the LaRusso Auto Group, Terry Silver surveys the interior of the business with a calculated expression. In one of his perfectly tailored suits, his hair out of its signature ponytail – he didn’t want to draw attention – he looks far too wealthy to be standing in this kitschy dealership, but then, that was kind of the point, wasn’t it?

Knowing that Danny Boy was training his students at the dojo today, he had decided to take this opportunity to observe the man’s place of work. One’s job was often an excellent window into the person themselves, and Terry was looking for new ways to strike out at his rival. He briefly wonders what his profession says about him, before being brought out of his thoughts by the voice of a woman taking a group of men to task.

“I need you to take the 11 o’clock and 4 o’clock meetings today, Louie. I’m sorry if that ruins your plans, but take it up with the boss; maybe he’ll actuallylisten to you.”

The woman was quite short, not even coming up to the shoulders of most of the men surrounding her, even in her sensible heels, but she had a commanding presence, and the man called Louie mumbled an agreement, calling her “cuz” before leaving the group.

“Anoush, I need you to take care of the incoming shipments today; we’ve got a dozen open transport trucks coming over the next 48 hours. I’d do it myself, but someone needs to fill in for Daniel at his other meetings for today; I can’t ask Louie to do them all.” She dismisses him, turning to the two remaining men.

“And you two,” she begins, her hands on her hips as she glares at them. The men seem to shrink under her gaze, and Terry finds himself both amused and impressed. “Can I trust you to shuffle the lot around to make way for the new models? Quickly? Neatly?” The men nod sheepishly, keeping their eyes down, and scamper off out the door, leaving the woman alone with her clipboard, sighing heavily.

So you were the reason this place had been able to stay in the black. Terry had been wondering about that, seeing as LaRusso seemed to be popping up everywhere these days, clearly never at work. Interesting… And had that one man referred to you as a cousin? He knew the man, Louie, was related to Daniel from his research on his old rival after coming back to Cobra Kai, but hadn’t found anything about a woman like you. You looked to be in your early twenties, and you certainly didn’t look like a LaRusso, though you definitely had the same fire within you as Danny Boy. He wondered what would set you off, and what you knew, and decided to find out.

“Can I help you?” comes your voice, friendly yet firm, and he bites his tongue to keep from smiling.

“Oh, hello. I’m looking for Daniel LaRusso,” Terry says, his tone professional and radiating innocence. “My name is –”

“You’re Terry Silver,” you reply, and Terry finds himself momentarily taken aback. It wasn’t often that someone knew him better than he knew them. “I know who you are.”

Ooh, this may be harder than anticipated.

“Ah,” Terry sighs, trying his best to look wounded. “I see Daniel is still up to his…theatrics.”

You snort in response, and Terry’s mouth turns up in a smile, seeing that you were receptive to this line of criticism regarding your boss.

“You have no idea,” you mutter to yourself, before speaking up. “I’m sorry, but he’s not here. He’s far too busy plotting your downfall these days.” Terry laughs quietly, catching you smile in response and deciding that he quite likes how it lights up your face. Maybe this wouldn’t be as difficult as he’d thought…

“Yes, well, it’s a full-time job,” he says seriously, and you snicker. “But it seems like you’ve got things very well under control here. I have to admit, I’m quite impressed by you, Miss…” he pauses to look at your nametag, “L/N.” He takes a mental note of your full name, fully intending on having someone research your life’s history as soon as possible.

“Oh, well… thank you, Mr. Silver,” you say, seeming a bit flustered.

“You seem like you’re not used to compliments or even acknowledgements of your work. That’s a shame; most business owners would be over the moon with someone like you as their assistant.” Sure, he may be laying it on a bit thick here; he needed to get information out of you, after all. But the compliment was rooted in some degree of truth – he hadn’t seen someone so competent since Margaret.

“Really?” you ask, seeming skeptical.

“Indeed. You know, if you’re ever looking for a job that gives you a bit more credit, I’m always hosting some event or another. In fact, I’m looking for a coordinator for a charity auction for underprivileged children taking place in a couple of months, if you’d be interested…”

“The one for Eva Garcia’s charity?” you ask, excitement in your voice. Terry is surprised that you’ve even heard of Eva, wondering exactly who you are, and nods in response to your question, finding himself increasingly interested in you for more than just the intel you could provide about LaRusso.

“Yes, Eva is an old friend, and asked for a favour. I’m having trouble finding someone reliable to help me with the organization of the event; you seem like you would be more than capable of handling it, based on what I’ve seen of you this morning…”

“Wow…” you breathe, and he thinks he’s in for an easy victory, but then you bite your lip, your forehead creasing as you consider the ramifications of agreeing to work for him. LaRusso definitely seemed to be stressing everyone out with his vendetta against Cobra Kai. “I really appreciate the offer, Mr. Silver, but I’m not sure…”

“I understand your reluctance, Ms. L/N, I really do. I am the enemy, after all,” he jokes, giving you a cheeky grin. “If it allays your worries at all, this wouldn’t be a full time thing, or rather, it wouldn’t have to be. But I’d be happy to help you connect with other, less nefarious benefactors at the event so that you could wash your hands of me, if you’d wish to…”

You bite your lip again, this time to stave off a giggle, and he smiles down at you warmly. “Why don’t you talk to Daniel about it? It looks like he just walked in,” he suggests, sounding friendly.

You turn to look over your shoulder, and he follows suit, taking great glee in watching Danny Boy’s face as he takes in the two of you talking and laughing together. Smirking over your head, Terry winks at Daniel, smiling wolfishly and trying not to laugh; he can practically see the steam coming out of the other man’s ears. Terry puts a friendly hand on your shoulder, reclaiming your attention once more, and you smile sheepishly at him.

“Talk to him, and take some time if you need, alright? You won’t hurt my feelings.”

Better set himself apart from LaRusso as much as possible.

“I’ll leave you my card, alright? It’s got my personal number and address. If you decide you want to give this a try, just let me know. I’d love to work with you,” he enthuses, catching you fighting back a smile. “I’ll get out of your hair now, though – good luck with Daniel,” he says sincerely, his voice thick with implications.

Stepping around you, he makes to leave the dealership, waiting until you and Danny Boy were focused on each other before finding a place out of sight to sit, pretend to check his phone, and shamelessly eavesdrop. Time to watch the show.

--- Reader’s POV ---

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your confidence. You were a grown woman, you could ask your boss to have a civil conversation. Of course, most people weren’t employed by a close family friend; a family friend who was like a surrogate uncle to you, and who had become more than a little unhinged lately when it came to the whole karate thing.

Still, he owed you for practically running the damn dealership over these last few months. And he couldn’t exactly keep you from spending your own time how you wanted, right? Mr. Silver had presented you with an incredible offer, and you’d be a fool to turn down the opportunity, no matter what Daniel would have to say on the matter. And it looked like he would have a lot to say, you think to yourself as Daniel approaches you, a scowl on his face.

“Hey, Daniel!” you say, trying to start things off on a positive note. “I didn’t know you were coming in today!”

But Daniel wasn’t having any of your distractions. “Y/N, do you know who you were just talking to? Who that was? That’s Terry Silver, you have to stay away from that guy!”

“Oh, was it?” you ask, your face a mask of surprise. Better to play dumb, I guess.

“What did he want? What did you say to him?” You try not to get angry at the accusatory tone he’s using with you, like you’ve given out industry secrets or his social security number or something. You weren’t an idiot, and while you thought that Daniel was likely exaggerating more than a little bit about the lengths Terry Silver would go to when it came to his dojo, you didn’t plan on giving anything of importance away to the older man, no matter what opportunities he afforded you.

“We weren’t even talking about you, Daniel, calm down. He actually offered me a really amazing opportunity to help him put together a charity event, just as a side gig –” Daniel cuts you off with a snort.

“Yeah right. That’s not happening.” You feel your jaw drop. Sure, Daniel was very protective of you, but to outright forbid you from doing something was ridiculous.

“Excuse me?” you ask, insulted.

“You don’t honestly think I’d let you go work for that scumbag, do you?” he scoffs, and you start to see red. Family friend or no, boss or no, no one talked down to you like this.

“I’m not a child, Daniel, and more importantly, I’m not your responsibility,” you seethe, hardly able to believe he’s talking to you like this at all, let alone in the middle of work.

“I’ve worked damn hard for you to make sure that this place stays afloat, even after everything – do you know how many times I’ve had to cover for you? Sent someone else to deal with a client or dealt with them myself while you were off playing ‘kung fu warrior?’”

“ – Now, Y/N – ” he tries to interrupt, but he started this. The floodgates have been opened, and now you’re getting this off of your chest.

“And this whole time you’ve been acting like you’ve been doing me a favour, giving me this job! I don’t need your charity, Mr. LaRusso, and not nearly as much as you need me. Someone actually sees my value for once, and offers me the opportunity to move up in my career –”

“He’s just trying to take you away from me!”

“I’m not yours to be taken from! Do you really see the world like this, like the Sun and everything else revolves around you? Mr. Silver has done nothing to me but offer me a job – my dream job, working with people that I’ve always wanted to meet. Even if he was using me to hurt you, this is an opportunity to boost my career. I’m sorry if that hurts your feelings, or bruises your precious ego, but that’s only because you’re letting it! People don’t belong to you, Daniel. I don’t belong to you.”

“He’s going to hurt you –”

“How could he possibly hurt me more than you already have?” you ask, hating the shakiness your voice takes on. You were furious with Daniel, but you knew that he meant well and was just trying to protect you. Still, treating you like a child, like his child, was ridiculous, and to try to keep you from taking advantage of what Mr. Silver was offering you made your blood boil.

“The psychological torture alone –”

“I’m not some naïve kid he’s tricked with some flashy karate moves!” you scream at him, knowing that you were hitting a little below the belt, perhaps, but you couldn’t help it. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been this angry.

“He’s approached me – as himself, no disguises – and asked me to do this. It’s one job, and it could open so many doors for me – you know that, with all the events you and Amanda go to. Even if he his somehow trying to use me to hurt you, the least you could do is let me use him and benefit from this too! And if you can’t understand or respect that; if you can’t get over yourself, I quit.”

Your stomp off, leaving him in the middle of the dealership, looking shaken. Quickly, you collect your belongings from your office and leave without looking back. You didn’t want to lose your resolve, and seeing your surrogate uncle’s puppy dog eyes would definitely gnaw at your conscience.

Hopping in your car, you turn the key in the ignition, whipping out your phone and a certain business card. Adding the number to your contacts, you send a quick text message, and receive one promptly in return:

It’s Y/N L/N. Today work for a meeting? I can be there in half an hour.

Absolutely. See you soon.

With that confirmation, you peel out of the dealership, heading to the nicer neighbourhoods of L.A. and hopefully, greener pastures.

---

“Ah, Ms. L/N. I was starting to worry you wouldn’t show,” Terry says, greeting you as one of his staff leads you into an office. The space was well lit, open, and as comfortable as it was luxurious, nothing like the dank dungeon Daniel had had you imagining as you drove over.

“Sorry, I got held up at my former place of employment,” you reply, trying to keep the bitterness out of your voice. It wouldn’t do to carry over your feelings of resentment to this new job, especially not on the first day. Terry surveys you, clearly having picked up on your emotional turmoil, and gives you a comforting yet concerned look.

“What happened? I was under the impression that you were rather close to the LaRussos.”

“Daniel seems to think we’re closer than we are. He tried to lecture me, keep me from coming here and taking this job. So, I quit. But let’s not dwell on it and get to work.” You flop into one of the comfortable chairs in the office, determined not to let Daniel ruin this opportunity for you.

You take out a clipboard, tearing out pages regarding scheduling for the dealership with a great deal of irritation, and grab a pen, starting to brainstorm some things to ask your new employer about what he was envisioning for the event, trying to ignore the fact that your hand is shaking as you write.

“Are you alright, Ms. L/N? We don’t need to rush into this, there��s still plenty of time before the auction.” Terry has moved from his seat behind the desk and approached you, looking down at you, and you appreciate that his eyes hold only kindness, not judgement or annoyance.

“No no, it’s fine. I’m sorry, this is so unprofessional of me. And please, just call me Y/N.”

“Would it help to talk about it? It seems that this is all because of me; the least I can do is listen, if it would help –”

“I don’t know, Mr. Silver –”

“Call me Terry, Y/N,” he corrects you. You smile slightly at him.

“Terry. It’s not your problem to solve.”

He nods slightly, seeming to accept this, and takes a seat in the chair across from yours, leaning forward towards you, his long legs closing the distance between you.

“You know, I went to therapy years ago; decades now, I suppose, to help me work things out. I had a lot of anger, a lot of pain. What I found helped me the most was just voicing it out loud – getting it out in the open rather than letting things bottle up. I’m not saying that you need to share things with me, but I will say I’m more than happy to listen, Y/N.”

You look over at him, taking in his words and the way he’s looking at you with his kind blue eyes. No one had ever offered to just sit and listen to you before, and now this man that you’d be told to fear and despise was encouraging you to prioritize yourself over anything else.

“I owe a lot to the LaRussos,” you begin quietly, and he smiles warmly as you agree to open up, looking pleased with you. “He, Daniel, is basically a surrogate uncle to me; I’ve known him since I was little. He was really good friends with my dad, and our families did everything together. Him and Amanda helped our family when my parents got laid off, and when I came back here after my family moved to Texas, they set me up with my job. Well, my old job now, I guess…” you trail off, thinking about everything the family had done for you. Had you made a big mistake?

“It’s just…frustrating…feeling like you’re indebted to someone all the time. I’m very grateful to Daniel, but sometimes he comes across like he’s a godsend to everyone in his circle of influence, and that we’re all meant to be loyal soldiers for whatever fight he feels like taking on. I was happy to take on more responsibilities at the dealership for him while he was off doing… whatever he was doing, but he never even acknowledged my work. He didn’t appreciate it, he didn’t care until I told him I was wanting to take on this job with you, and even then it was only because he thought it was all about him and you taking him from me. Like there was no other reason why you could possibly want me to work for you…”

Terry considers what you’ve told him, looking at you thoughtfully. You’re not sure why, but you’re awaiting his response with bated breath.

“You are right, you know. I didn’t decide to hire you because I wanted to take you from Daniel. I merely wanted to offer you an additional opportunity since I was so impressed with what I saw of your work there. But it does seem quite evident from what you’ve told me that you were the lynchpin in keeping his business afloat. I’d imagine that Danny Boy feels very overwhelmed right now with everything going on, and now losing the person that was helping him keep everything together… I think I can understand why he’s reacting like this.”

You blink. “You’re saying that you agree with Daniel? Why? You hate each other!” Terry frowns at your comment.

“Is that what he’s said about me?”

“He hasn’t said much, but we were able to glean that from the pieces we’ve picked up and put together.”

“What exactly is the story you know?” he asks, seeming genuinely curious. You quickly summarize what you know: lying to Daniel as a kid, putting him through aggressive training that left him angry and with bloody knuckles, baiting him into fights and being all-in-all manipulative. Terry whistles lowly when you’ve finished.

“And you still agreed to come work for me?”

“Well, I haven’t gotten any vibes that you were psychotic – not yet, anyway,” you say teasingly, and his lips quirk in response. “Plus, I’ve always believed that everyone should be evaluated on their own merit. You’ve been nothing but kind to me so far, and I have no reason to believe you’d be lying about the job – oh, jeez, the job! We haven’t even gotten started yet!” you exclaim, feeling horribly unprofessional.

“I consider laying the foundation of trust with the people I’m working with to be a very important part of work, Y/N,” Terry says, not seeming at all bothered by how your meeting has gone so far. “Still, if you’re worried about the time we’ve spent so far, perhaps we could talk about the auction over dinner?”

“D-Dinner?” you stammer, suddenly feeling nervous. Terry picks up on this, and works to reassure you immediately.

“Nothing untoward, Miss L/N, I assure you,” he says smoothly. “I merely thought we could save time and discuss things a bit longer together without working you into the ground. I’d prefer to work here, as this is where the event will be taking place and I want you to be familiar with it, but if you’d feel more comfortable at a different venue, we can of course go somewhere else.”

You think over his offer, a lot of other thoughts coming to mind as well. You felt you could trust Terry to keep things professional, though you do feel a slight hit to your ego at the thought that he didn’t see you as a romantic prospect. He was an incredibly attractive and charming man, and even though you also wanted your relationship to be a professional one, being dismissed as an option – even as kindly as Terry had just done – stung.

“Dinner here would be lovely, Terry, thank you.”

---

In the weeks leading up to the auction, you visited Terry’s estate regularly, at least three times a week, and were in constant communication with him over the phone or emails. You had developed a good professional relationship and worked well together, putting together what looked to be a very successful event. During your time together, you had formed a friendship with the man as well; your dinners together were now largely about learning about one another rather than discussing the auction, and you found that despite the age difference (as well as all of the other differences) you had quite a lot in common. You had no close friends or family in the Valley at the moment, still on the outs with the LaRussos, and apart from the senseis involved with Cobra Kai, Terry didn’t seem to have anyone here either. You had both come to appreciate your time together, free of karate drama or anything else, and talking to him about anything and everything had quickly become your favourite pastime.

The auction was taking place the next day, and while you were excited for it, you were also dreading the thought of the event being over. You knew that you had developed quite the crush on Terry, and while you weren’t going to act on it – he had made the boundaries of your relationship very clear, that first day – the thought of not having a reason to talk with him everyday had your heart aching already. You know that Terry had said he’d be happy to work on projects with you in the future, nothing was guaranteed. All you could do was make sure that everything was perfect tomorrow, so that maybe Terry would want to keep you around as much as you wanted to be there.

#terry silver #terry silver x reader #thomas ian griffith #cobra kai #sensei targaryen #hooray for requests

[npcemi]

Welcome to my Meet Cute where Jason is a hopeless romantic whose inner voice is essentially a Jane Austen novel. Part 2

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47612662/chapters/120254056

just a little fun fact. I am totally head cannon Jason looking like his Gotham Knights model, mostly I think it's funnier. Totally not because it made my Redhood crush a little more intense......

“Danny I still can’t believe you literally made it sound like I have a kink for criminals to a Wanye of all people, a hot one at that!” Jazz whined to Danny as Danny, Sam, Kitty, and her were sitting around looking for a cheap condo for sale in Gotham. They were all going to be there through Danny's Ph.D. and whatever remains of Jazz's master’s program, possibly even her doctorate. So that was at least ten years. They had made the excuse to their parents about equity, but realistically they wanted to be able to rogue proof the place. They were going to Gotham after all.

“Jazz, you wouldn’t have liked him, he’s some spoiled rich socialite,” Danny argued.

“Did you see his muscles under his suit, I know you could!” Jazz gushed, Kitty and Sam started to giggle, knowing Danny a little too well.

“One, I would never look at another Man, Johnny is the jealous type, and Two, those were totally dumb gym bro muscles. You need someone who can fight. Not someone you could beat in a fight.” Danny said both contradicting himself and drawing attention to the fact that the Fenton siblings' prolonged and extensive exposure to ectoplasm had changed them significantly. Danny being half ghost obviously was the most changed. However, Jazz’s changes were more subtle. Fangs, eyes a little greener, a little stronger, and a little faster. While the physical changes were the most outwardly obvious, it was the mental changes that were the most significant.

Jazz’s need to analyze and understand people was border lining on an obsession. Both siblings were protective of their family unit. Which encompassed their parents, Tucker, and all of Danny’s partners. This included Sam Danny's high school sweetheart, Ember who both Danny and Sam held a hidden flame, Kitty, who was dating Danny, Johnny, and Ember, and Johnny who was dating Kitty and Danny. The unit also included Danny's clone daughter Danielle “Elle” Phantom who is obsessed with exploration and often roamed the earth in search of the next cool place or people she could meet. She would often send postcards.

Danny and Jazz were both territorial, nobody entered their haunt without permission. Neither would admit it, but this is also the reason they were looking at buying. It was bad enough that they would have to share the building with strangers, but to be beholden to a landlord. That was unacceptable. Their haunt was theirs. They were also more combative. Both as a way of protecting, but also as a way of socializing. Jazz was already looking forward to seeing what the Gotham MMA gyms were like.

“Danny, you can’t just scare off any potential boyfriends.”

“I never even tried to scare him. I just informed him that you clearly have a type!”

“Danny!” Jazz sighed

“Jazz!” Danny exclaimed. His sister sighed again trying to redirect the conversation to the task at hand. “Okay let's go over what our requirements are again.” She said,

“A closet we can turn into a semi-permanent ghost portal,” Danny said,

“The ability to install our own security system and a place for my garden,” Sam added.

“And a way to soundproof the bedrooms,” Kitty added with a bit more enthusiasm than expected. Danny and Sam blushed as Jazz groaned not wanting to be reminded that her little brother somehow had a more productive sex life than her.

“What? Ember is rather loud.” Danny and Sam nodded sagely at Kitty’s comment.

“And when Danny is with Johnny even I need ear plugs, I mean I totally get it, Johnny is a man who can really…” Kitty was cut off by Jazz who found something that may be perfect for the group. She was also thankful for the timing of her find. Jazz asked the group to hear her out on her Idea.

“Danny, our parents made us 12.5% owners each in Fenton works right?” Danny nodded his confirmation.

“Okay, I think we should expand Fenton works and found the anthropological branch which would be headquartered in Gotham!” Jazz looked out to see three confused faces.

“There’s this warehouse in between the Bowery, Park Row and Robinson park. It’s perfect, close to the only real hub of nature in the city for Sam, we can also add a garden to the roof. We can obviously set up whatever security we want and have enough room for all seven of us!”

“Seven?” Sam asked.

“You mean Elle gets her own room when she visits?” Danny asked and responded with a resounding yes,

“And that’s not even the best part. The warehouse, the whole thing, the land it’s on is only three hundred and fifty thousand dollars.” Jazz knew it was technically a little over budget, but between the tax benefits from counting it as a Fenton Works purchase and the fact Danny could grab as many one Kg gold bars from the Keep as he needed, the whole thing was easy to buy and very much worth it.

“Ok, I’m sold, call the realtor,” Danny said, already opening a portal to the ghost zone.

#dpxdc au #dpxdc #danny fenton #jazz fenton

[jb3islife]

Love is Like a Playing Card (J. Daniel Atlas) Chapter XX

Sutton sat by the counter, watching fondly as Jack tried to show Lula how to throw a card. She smiled as Lula commented on her “perfect score.” The two bent down to pick up the cards. From what Sutton could tell, they became engaged in a deep conversation.

“Okay, great.” Sutton jumped as she heard Danny respond as he hung up the phone. Danny spun around, clearly surprised to see Sutton sitting so close to him.

“So, was that them?” Sutton asked. Danny sighed as he returned Li’s phone. “Just tell me the truth, Danny.”

Danny puffed out his cheeks. “Yeah,” he huffed, “that was them.”

Sutton sighed. “Do you ever get tired of not trusting people, Danny?”

“Sutton, I’m not doing this to betray the team or Dylan,” Danny explained in a whisper, careful to not let Jack and Lula hear. “I’m doing this so The Eye can fix this and we don’t go to jail, or worse.”

Sutton rolled her eyes. “I know, Danny, but you just need to learn that trusting people doesn't make you vulnerable.” 

Danny looked down, shaking his head. “You’re right. I know you are. It’s hard not being in control.”

Sutton chuckled. “As I recall, that’s what made you hard,” she smirked, patting Danny’s reddening cheek, and turned to head over to Jack. Danny shook his head, bewildered by Sutton’s comment.

Lula had just gotten up, a smirk on her face. Sutton scrunched her eyebrows together as she looked at her. Once Danny regained consciousness, he met Jack and Sutton. “Okay, so there’s a marketplace down the street,” Danny explained as Jack stood, “and I’m meeting a man with a blue hat. I’ll give the stick to the right people and get us home.”

“Go grab, Merritt, okay, Jack?” Sutton said. “Oh, and, uh, don’t forget your belt,” she winked.

“Oh, it’s not- she took it off me-” Jack struggled for an answer. Danny and Sutton raised their hands as if to say “not my problem.” “You know damn well if Sutton took your belt off, Danny, you would-” Sutton glared back at Jack as Danny rubbed the back of his neck. “Yep, you’re right. Totally not the right time for that joke.”

~~

Once the Horsemen finally returned to the Sands to stay for the night, they were escorted to a five bedroom suite, courtesy of the lovely Walter Mabry. The living area looked very much like Walter’s, giving Sutton a creepy vibe as she sat on the couch. She swirled her neck, the joints cracking. She gave herself a bear hug, her shoulders popping.

“Damn, I haven’t heard bones crack like that since I lived with my grandfather,” Lula stated, sitting beside Sutton.

Sutton chuckled. “It’s all from stress, trust me. That’s what caring too much does to you.” She glanced back at Danny who was engaged in a conversation with Merritt and Jack.

Lula cleared her throat, drawing Sutton’s attention to her. “So, um, I have a really dumb question to ask you. Totally won’t be offended if you don’t want to answer.”

Sutton smiled. “Dumb questions get you dumb answers, you know?” Lula smiled lightly. “What’s up?”

Lula huffed. “So, back at the magic shop, Jack told me that every girl he gets close to, he takes their trust.”

“And their wallet?” Sutton said. Lula lifted an eyebrow. Sutton chuckled. “Yeah, he’s told me all of that. Jack is my best friend, Lula.”

“Trust me, that’s very clear,” Lula laughed. “I don’t get it, though. The two of you are extremely close. What makes you different?” Sutton scrunched her eyebrows together. “I don’t mean different in a bad way! God, no. I mean, just, you know, different that he trusts you with so much.”

Sutton sighed. “Back when we first went into hiding, I asked Dylan why he left me the Tower as my tarot card.” Lula stared at her, obviously confused. “Sorry, um, when he recruited us to become the Horsemen, Dylan left us each a card. In some ways, the cards reflected on us.”

“Let me guess, Danny was the Lovers?” Lula stated with a smirk.

Sutton chuckled. “Yes, he was, as irony would have it. Henley was the High Priestess, Merritt the Hermit, and Jack was Death.” Lula sucked in a breath. “Trust me, it freaked him out on more than one occasion. Anyway, I asked Dylan why I was chosen to be the Tower. He said to me that I was chosen to be part of the Horsemen because the others needed me for more than my abilities.” Sutton smiled to herself as she recalled Dylan’s words. “Henley needed me because I’m her family, her blood family. Merritt needed someone who he felt responsible for, someone who made him feel like a family again. Jack needed a best friend, someone to call family, someone to trust.”

 Lula nodded. “So, Jack never really saw you as someone to fall for?” Sutton shook her head. “And you were never interested in him?” Sutton smiled, nodding her confirmation. “Damn, you’re really dumb for such a brilliant woman.

Sutton laughed. “Thanks a lot.”

Lula smiled. “What about Danny? What was Dylan’s reason for bringing you on for Danny?”

Sutton sighed. “Dylan said that he thinks Danny needed me the most. He needed someone to deflate his head and match him intellectually.” Lula laughed as Sutton side smiled. “But, I needed him just as much. Apparently, we both needed love after never truly feeling it, or after believing it never existed at all.”

Lula sighed. “Not needed, Sutton.” Sutton crinkled her eyebrows. “You said you both “needed” love. You still need it, in the present and future tense. You and Danny were meant to fall in love, not out of it.”

“Lula-”

“Just let me finish, okay?” Lula took Sutton’s hands, wrapping her own around them. “I see the way the two of you still look at each other, Sutton. Ever since we got here, all he has done is try to protect you, in his own weird ways.” Sutton snorted a laugh. “I think his real reason for telling Walter we would do this crazy thing is because of you. Walter’s ultimatum was “do it or be killed.” Danny couldn’t risk that. He couldn’t risk losing you in the actual, physical sense. God, he even held your hand when you were scared on multiple occasions. He truly loves you, Sutton.”

Sutton gave Lula a light smile, then let out a sigh. “I miss him, you know?” She looked back at Danny who was now deep in thought as he looked at his phone, trying to figure out his plan. “So, so much. I miss kissing him whenever I want. I miss our stupid arguments about nothing in particular, and then-” Sutton cut herself off, feeling her face heat up.

Lula laughed. “It’s crazy how much two people can miss each other, even when they still see each other every day.” She stood, pulling Sutton up with her. “He misses you like crazy, Sutton. He loves you more than I think even he knows.” Lula pulled Sutton into a hug. “Promise me you’ll be back together before we leave Macau?”

Sutton sighed. “I hope for that more than anything.”

Lula patted her shoulder. “Get some sleep tonight, okay?”

Sutton smiled as Lula turned, walking toward the room Jack just came out of. “Lula, don’t be me,” she joked.

“Hey, like Chase said- what happens in Macau…” Sutton shook her head, laughing.

#nowyouseme #nowyouseeme2 #nysm #nysm2 #nowyouseemeimagine #nowyouseeme2magine #dannyatlas #dannyatlasimagine #dannyatlasfanfiction #dannyatlassmut #dannyatlasxreader #dannyatlasxreaderimagine #dannyatlasxreadersmut #danielatlas #danielatlasimagine #danielatlasfanfiction #danielatlassmut #danielatlasxreader #danielatlasxreaderimagine #danielatlasxreadersmut #jdanielatlas #jdanielatlasxreader #jdanielatlasxreadersmut #jdanielatlasxreaderimagine #jdanielatlasimagine #jdanielatlassmut #jdanielatlasfanfiction #dylanrhodes #merrittmckinney #henleyreeves

[mightydragoon]

Thought process behind SOAB and a bit on Amity Park and the Ghosts

Something I found interesting in a lot of Harry Potter and Danny Phantom fics is the lack of focus on Amity Park itself even early on ,we just immediately move to the wizarding world in England and Scotland.  I have a time period where I want Danny and Harry to meet. (It’s 3rd year) 

Amity Park is weird is not a new thing but the impact of it helped with the concept of the Blur/Glitch/Blip with how I wanted to see this weird ass town and how it makes it impossible for people to be detected for magic in both good and bad ways, just spiralled and evovled.  

It was a simple thing and it would make sense but things and ideas just jumped from it and including that was the Witch community in Amity Park which I reckon would be a decent size, epecially in a country like America. All because I thought to myself with how big Amity Park is there was bound to be mroe than a few witches here and there. And with the natural blur in memories and magic, it was bound to mean there was people who lived or currently living in a place where magic couldn’t be detected and MAN did that have potential, especially for a future story and how it could connect with Canon. 

But I also had concerns about how Danny himself and how he might appear OOC or Harry and the others. Like with his accident and him being MUCH younger at eleven might seem like a stretch at times. 

So I decided for a complete rewrite but I knew rewritting it wasn’t the only issue. It was what I was going to keep, edit or just move on. We all know about Skulker and Technus and those episodes while fun didn’t interest me or I find suited the wider story, not to mention I already have around 103890 words for this fic currently (as of CH15) 

It also meant any romantic endeavour will be held back on and rather trauma and other pyschological aspects explored upon. 

Because of that it made sense to focus on worldbuilding and character development, which was partially why I wanted to do the rewrite. 

I wanted to focus on episodes and build on character developments and story beats that would’ve been interesting to delve into. Like Sidney Pointdexter and Dora, since they had a friendship going in Regin Storm I wanted to incoporate in that early

Or in Sidney’s episode rewrite the conclusion and moral into something a lot more satisfying and fitting. Because of how hypocritcally the original moral was from both Sam and Sidney. Rather “Where do you draw the line.” Seems more appropriate, a warning, how far are you willing to go and where should you draw the line.  

I also wanted for the ghosts to have a world beyond just Danny and their own friendships and dynamics going.  We haven’t really gotten to that yet but we will soon. 

It was one of the things  I was working in during my hiatus too, as well as something I’m suprised hasn’t been even considered in regards to Ghosts and Harry Potter but just like the witches the Ghosts will have their own stories and lives to tell, if they lived them. 

Along with any other potential Allies in the Zone and while a lot of time the mundane perspective might be ignored I hope I can do a storyline that might cover something a little different.  

 I also didn’t want Danny to purely just a be a hero, but just a kid trying his damned best to keep existing, keeping a bit more of his inital reluctance and is why he tries to make peace with his demons partially so they’ll leave him alone. 

Since I am going to spend some time in Amity Park, I also wanted to show a world beyond Hogwarts and use Amity Park as means to do so with its secret witch community.  I have no plans of them overshadowing the main cast, rather I want them to show a different perspective and story beyond what is known. Along with the different ways magic can be seen and viewed. 

Like Felicia Corey for instance as a magical leader, she’s not Dumbledore but she is a foil in ways not obvious yet. She honestly could have gone onto greener pastures due to her talent and abilities, but because of her connection and dedication to Amity Park, she stays for the people and her duty there. She just an unoffical secret Mayor who helps people with their day to day business, is in her 70s and is herself helpless depsite her power in the face of many of the ghosts. 

Or Ovid Baines just a guy who escaped the war in Britian and is just trying his best to be a music teacher and secretly teach kids in secret about magic, despite the limitations. 

Point is I want to enhance but not completely overwhelm or bog down the place with OCs nor creating them simply to make them centre stage. There will be interludes with them but they are there simply to build ideas and introduce future plot elements.  

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[blazenka]

Mirroring Identities

Connor Temple believed he was close to returning to his own timeline and home. Instead he finds himself in a world that should not exist while he struggles with non-existent memories. Can he ever remember his identity? Pre/post Alice. Post Primeval S3.

Original source: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6106179/1/Mirroring-Identities

Chapters: 13

Published: 2010-07-03 - 2010-09-06  

Words: 19945

Rated: Fiction T - Language: English - Genre: Romance/Drama - Characters: Abby M., Hatter - Reviews: 86 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 15

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

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Chapter 6:

David was ushered into the large with the large computer station in center. The computer strangely looked familiar that it felt as if he could go over and know exactly how it worked, but David quickly shook off the feeling. Honestly, to him the whole place was strange and familiar.

"Well, Mr. Hatter, your story seems to be truthful based on your records," the man in the pin-striped suit informed him dryly while drawing his attention. His tone matching the fact that he did not like the answers he currently had. 'You and me both, mate,' David thought with a smirk at the man's irritation, 'Need to get back to the matter at hand.'

"Ain't it rude not to introduce yourself?" David asked with an irritated glance. "Excuse me?" the man in the suit squawked in surprise or rage; David couldn't really tell. "Your name? I don't know yours or any of your names but you know mine," David stated logically.

"So you want introductions, Mr. Hatter?" Lester mocked as her turned to the rest of the team with a skeptical eyebrow raised. "Well, it would be nice. Especially, considering that you seem to know everythin' about me it seems, mate," David responded with his own skeptical expression.

"Alright, Mr. Hatter," Lester said, "You have a point. This is our anomaly detection team. I am Sir James Lester, overseer of all that goes on here." David could not help the man was just a little pretentious with how he spoke to others. "You have already met Captain Becker." Becker raised his hand and David smiled, "Action man."

Becker rolled his eyes and grumbled to Sarah, "We're sure he isn't Connor?" Sarah nudged him quickly as Abby walked into the room as stood next to them. "Why isn't he in the interrogation room?" she asked with wary concern. Both shrugged to her as they pretended not to know the reason.

Lester continued with the introductions as he gestured towards a dark hair woman with tinted skin, "This is Dr. Sarah Page, she heads up technology currently. And this is our head scientist and personal zoologist, Ms. Abigail Maitland," Lester addressed after gesturing to a short blonde haired girl; the same girl David had saved earlier that day. "And there is one more who is suspiciously m.i.a., a Mr. Danny Quinn," Lester frowned as he walked towards his assistant to find out where his last team member went.

David stood as glanced toward the team he nodded first towards the man. Then he took off his hat as he addressed the other members of the team, "Dr. Page, a pleasure to meet you. Ms. Maitland, glad to see you're okay after that creature attacked you," "Um… It's Abby," Abby said warily as she corrected him, "Why should you be concerned? Shouldn't you be more concerned about your hand after punching with it?"

"My hand, ah that is nothin' to worry about," David stated bashfully as he took a glimpse at his sledgehammer, "I was concerned about you. Becker and the bloke I assume is Mr. Quinn wouldn't tell me how you were," David explained as he gave her a reassuring smile, "But all too glad to see you suffered no bodily harm or ill effect."

Abby just stared at him for a while, 'No ill effect? Bloody hell, how dare he…' but her thoughts were interrupted when Sarah rested a reassuring hand on Abby's shoulder. Abby forced herself to take a deep breath as she unclenched her fists. "Or not," David said with a wary smile while holding onto his hat. "You," Abby growled through clenched teeth.

The rest of team eyed her with concern as she began to address David. "You have no idea how much Connor meant to us. And now… you sit in his chair like nothing is wrong. You just act ignorant to how much pain we are in with you just being here!" Abby finished with a shout before turning back to Sarah for comfort.

David leaped off the chair as her words reached his mind, "I in no way meant to offend any of you or cause distress. Believe me when I say I'm terribly sorry, Ms… ah, Abby." Abby's stomach did quadruple flips when she saw Connor's… David's puppy dog eyes and she could tell he was sincerely apologizing. 'God, this man is so…' she stopped the train of thought as she tried in vain to calm herself.

Abby was about to say he was forgiven or something along those line before some of Becker's men rushed in the ARC with a beautiful brunette woman. "David!" she shouted as rushed over to hug him. "I'm quite al'ite, love. Sorry to make you worry, Alice," he apologized before he kissed her. Abby could not help but to stare at the couple while the anger she felt returned full force.

Alice could not help but sigh with her relief that her Hatter was alright. Actually, while hugging David she noticed that he was in no way injured or hurt. Alice quickly pushed him away and punched him in the stomach. "I thought you were kidnapped or dead! Possibly kidnapped and dead!" she yelled at him.

"I was kidnapped. And I'm happy to see you too. I hope you didn't worry about me too much," David said with a pained expression on his face and Alice softened as usual. "I missed you," she admitted as she grasped his face in her hands. "I've missed you too," he replied happily as he leaned closer to kiss her.

Just as Alice and David where about to share their reunion kiss, and Abby was about to throat up when the ADD began to sound its alert throughout the building. Sarah came rushing from the locker room to the machine but David was already at the keyboard typing away.

"Looks like the site is in the London underground," he said calmly to the team as he finished typing and turned to Alice. "Now where were we, love?" he said as he wrapped his arms around her while he wiggled his eyebrows to charm her but Alice just stared at him with bewilderment. "What?" he asked with concern and looked around the see that everyone else shared her expression.

"How did you do that?" Sarah demanded as she came over with a piece of paper in her hand while the rest of the team tried to recover from shock. "I honestly don't know. It just seemed to come naturally to me," he answered with true honesty for once. "Naturally?" Sarah and Alice echoed.

David did not initially understand the reason for all the confusion until he looked back at the machine. It was foreign to him and obviously complicated with its various screens yet his fingers knew what buttons to press by instinct. It was this thought that began to disturbed him greatly.

Alice did not know what to think at all at that moment. David had never been in London before to her knowledge let alone this building yet he knew how to work a machine he should have never seen before.

She knew that David was good with technology, the couple had discovered that when she first showed him the laptop in her apartment. Yet, this was utterly different and Alice could not help but stare at her fiancé with a gapping mouth.

Alice shook out of her stupor when the dark haired women appeared beside her with a piece of paper. Upon a closer look Alice discovered it was a photograph but when the dark haired woman handed her the picture she saw the startling image.

The image was what Alice or anyone seeing the picture would assume, of a couple standing together in a happy moment. There was a dark haired man with questionable fashion sense but a full cheerful smile standing with his arms around the shoulder of a shorter short haired blonde woman with an equal cheerful smile of her own.

Even though both figures disturbed Alice greatly, it was the woman that seemed to draw her attention for the moment; the man gratefully forgotten as she tried to figure where she had seen that women before.

Alice looked up to scan the room and spotted the same blonde hair woman from the picture. Even though her hair was cropped short, she was beautiful with a style of her own.

Alice looked down at the photo to glimpse at the man in the photo; the man who looked exactly like David. She could not help but continue to keep going between the photo and David while he continued to talk to the dark haired woman he called Sarah.

'This can't be right,' she thought as she stared at David 'The hardest part was supposed to be finding him.' "Alice?" David asked her as he turned to her, "What's wrong, love?"

"Um… I think… you should look at this," she admitted as she handed over the photo. David looked down at the photo as shock spread across his face as he recognized the man. "Alice… I don't know what this means… Oh God, Alice," David said with defeat in his voice as he held the picture of Abby Maitland and Connor Temple.

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[themosleyreview]

The Mosley Review: Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness

Now this is a very unique quandary this film has found itself in. Generally when it comes to the main line MCU films, there is a sense of bridge building across the franchise while also delivering a singular story. I love whimsical storytelling as much as the next guy, but there needs to be a balancing act between story and impressive visuals. The world that the titular character lives in is constantly being tested with creatures and foes from different realms and universes, but that shouldn't be the main draw. There was a major tonal shift for the type of film Marvel is used to delivering and I loved that the most. The fact that we got a horror themed funhouse of a film was great, but I felt it could've gone just a little further in the scare factor. The director is known for his amazing and stylized work in the horror genre and it fits so well in this film. Where I have a problem is that his style and the assignment of a Marvel film were clashing with each other toward the second half of the film. It was distracting and sometimes threw the pacing off. What was fascinating is that we have 2 major character stories where one is a payoff to a previous story and the other is questioning their happiness level and yet it all somehow connects thematically.

Benedict Cumberbatch returns as Dr. Stephen Strange and he does a great job as to be expected. I liked where he took Stephen this time and how his actions all the way back in Infinity War are still a point of reference and somewhat guilt. What I really loved is that Benedict truly highlights his ego and how destructive it has been to his life even as an Avenger. Rachel McAdams returns as Christine Palmer and I loved that she had so much more to do in this film. What I really liked is that she wasn't the token love interest anymore, but their’s a decision that is made with her character that I didn't agree with. Benedict Wong was great yet again as the now Sorcerer Supreme Wong and man does he get put through the ringer in so many ways. He was still charming, funny and steadfast as a natural leader. Chiwetel Ejiofor returns as Karl Mordo and he was just as engaging and fun as before. I like that even in a different universe, he still has trust issues with Stephen. Xochitl Gomez was decent as America Chavez when she wasn't running and screaming her head off. She quickly became the weakest link of the film acting wise, but she did okay as you can tell the talent around her really helped lift her performance. Elizabeth Olsen was amazing yet again as Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch. Her pain carries over from "WandaVision" and man does that story get an emotional payoff. She really nails the supernatural and horror centric visuals of the film with her amazing hexes and use of dark magic. I've always wanted to see an Avenger go bad and she delivers in everyway. There are 4 or more major cameos in this film, but I won't spoil them no matter how fantastic they may be.

The score by Danny Elfman was wild and awesome in so many ways. He leans into the emotional depth of Wanda in many suites, but damn does he nail the classical horror tone in the darkest moments of the film. Its a bombastic cacophony of sound yet gothic in tone and I loved the usage of guitar in more of the trippy visuals. “Lethal Symphonies” was my favorite piece. Visually this film does not disappoint as we are treated to a menagerie of different worlds both stunning and nightmarish. This is a Sam Raimi directed film so you get his style of crazy zooms, violent and disturbing imagery and it all was fun to see, but it felt stifled. Sam had to play within the boundaries of the MCU while still delivering his creative vision, but I felt the tug of war between him and the studio guidelines. He may have pushed the limits of what could be done and I loved that this was the first violent horror film of the MCU, but it was sometimes working against the storytelling. I felt if you stripped away the building blocks of the MCU future and focused the morality and grief tale of the story, this would've been a stronger film instead of inconsistent. Overall I liked the film, but it felt like the foreman arguing with the contractor on how a wing of the homeowner’s mansion should be built. Do sick around for the 2 end credits. My favorite is the second one. Let me know what you thought of the film or my review in the comments below. Thanks for reading!

#doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #benedict cumberbatch #benedict wong #rachel mcadams #chiwetel ejiofor #elizabeth olsen #Xochitl Gomez #Sam Raimi #marvel #MCU #illuminati #patrick stewart

[saturn-in-autumn]

DannyMay2020 ~ Day 26: STRANGE

“Curiouser and curiouser....”

Sam: Ribbons? Frills? Who the heck is the decorator around here? My mother?  Danny: I hate this so much... (Why am I the rabbit?!) Tucker: Hey it’s not that bad right? At least we get tasty treats! Sam: Shut up Tucker. 

#dannymay2020 #dannymay #danny phantom #dannyphantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #tucker #sam #danny #nikelodeon #my art #day 26 #alice in wonderland au #trio time!! #dude do I look like I even know anymore? #this sounded better in my head than on paper I gotta admit #i just hecking LOVE the alice in wonderland aesthetic... #but i really REALLY wanted to draw Danny in a suit man... that was the only motivation #full scenario in head looks silly in dialogue #man this week has just been one half hearted AU to the next from me huh #colouring isn't my best work I gotta admit...

[redrobin-detective]

Half of

Danny Fenton was half ghost. Or something.

No one was quite sure what that meant exactly or if it was even true. A ghost in a pure white suit had announced it during an attack on the town until he was beaten and silenced by Phantom. It’s been three days since then and the nerd hasn’t been at school. Not that Dash was looking for him or anything.

Dash worried, for just a second, that something bad happened to him. The Guys in White creeps had been asking questions around school the last few days. There’d been a noticeable lack in ghost attacks around town, maybe another ghost got to him? What about his ghost obsessed parents? Surely they wouldn’t have done anything to their own kid...

“Think Danny will be in school today?” Kwan whispered nervously, leaning in close to Dash’s side. Talking too loudly about the elephant, or ghost he guesses, in the room got people very forcefully interviewed by the government. 

“Why the hell would I know?” Dash grumbled, shaking his friend off to shove his hands deep into the pockets of his letterman jacket. “No one knows what’s going on, Manson and Foley haven’t shown up either.”

“I hope they’re ok,” Kwan said quietly, looking down at the floor. 

“Why do you care?” Dash grumbled, harsher than he meant to.

“You and everyone ditched me for Danny when Paulina was dating him, remember? Sam and Tucker were real pals and Danny, well he’s weird but not really that bad.” Kwan said bitterly before his eyebrows twisted in confusion. “That was actually pretty out of character for Paulina to date him now that I think about it, maybe he was, like, using ghost magic to control her?”

“That’s stu-” Dash was interrupted by the usually noise of Casper High going dead silent. He and Kwan shrugged at each other. He saw Star down the hallway, staring at something. He caught her eye and mouthed What is it at her. Her eyes slid back over to the hall before mouthing Fenton back. 

“Shit,” Dash couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, “Fenton’s here.” He glanced over at Kwan, trying to hide his nervousness. “Guess we’ll find out if he’s some sort of ghost freak after all.”

Kwan eyed him for a second, “you know if Danny really is half of a ghost then maybe you’ll want to quit it with the names.” The warning bell rang for first period. “You guys have homeroom together with Lancer, right? Just, I don’t know, don’t make him mad or anything.”

“Man, don’t even joke,” Dash said with a strained smile. “It’s Fenton, what’s the nerd gonna do?”

XxX

Fenton always sat in the back right of the class so seeing him there wasn’t that strange. What was strange was that he was there before the bell rang, not looking sweaty or exhausted or beaten up. Seeing him sitting there with an almost bored expression, casually leaning one arm over the back of his chair. It was eerie, seeing Fenton try to act normal. Dash felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on his head as he stiffly walked by the nerd he usually smacked when he walked by. He thought he felt Fenton’s icy eyes following him as he passed. Dash made sure he didn’t scurry like a wimp to his seat but it was a close thing.

“Class, please stop staring at Mr. Fenton and let us begin,” Lancer sighed, unsuccessfully trying to start the class.

“Do you know the ghost boy?” Paulina asked, slamming her palms on her desk and ignoring their teacher. “Because if you’ve been holding out on me-”

“I mean everyone in Amity Park knows him,” Fenton shrugged. He’d been so chill this morning, like the whole thing wasn’t bothering him. It only made Dash more antsy. He bounced his leg under the desk.

“Can you do anything cool? Like fly or shoot lasers from your eyes?” Mikey asked, leaning forward with curiosity.

“I can do lots of cool things,” Fenton sniffed. “I know a lot about the space program and local astronomy. I draw sometimes and I’m think I’m pretty good. I also have super flexible joints so I can do this.” He grinned a little as everyone squealed when he bent his thumb back so far it nearly touched his wrist. “Of course,” his grin turned into an eye roll, “no one really cares about that only my supposed superpowers.”

“What is a half of, exactly? What that ghost called you?” Dash found himself asking. He almost didn’t want to be heard but Fenton turned to look at him anyways. 

“What do you think it means?” Fenton questioned back. Though he had a teasing smirk, his eyes looked dull and dead. Dash couldn’t look at them and ducked his head. 

“Alright, alright, enough with the questions. The Fenton’s gave Danny a clean bill of health and allowed him to rejoin class so that’s all you kids need to know. Now, back to what we were actually talking about.” Class continued as expected but everyone still snuck glances at Fenton. He’s not sure what they were all waiting for, him to suddenly turn green or sprout horn or whatever. But Fenton just sat there, still as anything, trying to act normal and it just didn’t fit him right and it was all just. Wrong.

XxX

Dash was relieved Fenton wasn’t in his second or third period classes but they did have the same lunchtime. For the first time since he was skinny, bucktoothed 6th grader, Dash wanted to hide away and eat his lunch in private. But Fenton wasn’t the only one trying to keep up appearances.

“Alright, what has everyone got,” Paulina was whispering to the table by the time Dash was sitting down. “The day is halfway over, someone had to have seen him doing something ghostly.”

“I mean we don’t know how long he’s been like this,” Star commented, flipping her hair as pretense to sneak a glance at the loser trio near the back entrance of the cafeteria. “He could’ve been hiding his for a while.”

“Fenton’s always been weird,” Dale commented with a sneer, stabbing at his beefaroni. “Since day one, he’s been jumpy and clumsy and goes through weird mood swings.”

“Maybe he’s never been normal,” Kwan said with a little frown. Now Dash knows this wasn’t true. He was the only one at the table who’d gone to the same middle school as Fenton. The nerd had talked too much about space and was always tripping over something but he’d been like all the other annoying brats in middle school. Dale was onto something, Fenton had changed once high school hit which means whatever is up with him as been going on for a while. Years. 

He suddenly felt eyes on him, a cold, crawling feeling that made his breath catch in his throat. Dash squeezed his eyes shut and breathed a silent sigh of relief as the eyes turned from him. They didn’t return but Dash found he couldn’t eat after that.

XxX

“Dude, did you hear about Fenton?” Victor said in an excited but still hushed whisper as Dash was leaving fifth period. 

“No, what did he do?” Dash asked with dread.

“He had gym last period and apparently he’s been faking his loser weakness. He crawled up the rope climb like a goddamned spider monkey and then slid himself back down. Don’t know how he didn’t have intense rope burn from that. He also beat Charlie, Katie and Veronica on the sprinting portion. Must be those ghosty genes.”

“Fenton did all that?” Dash asked, he bit the inside of his cheek. Hard.

“Yeah it was crazy, I thought Tetslaf was gonna pass out,” Victor laughed. “Maybe we should get him to try out for the football team, he’d be a great running back or-”

“Come on, Vic,” Dash laughed but the sound came out wrong. “Why would we want Fenton on our team? He’s, he’s Fenton! Just a skinny, weird little wimp.” Vic side-eyed him a bit before clapping Dash on the back.

“World’s changing, Dash. First ghosts, now half ghosts, it’s all wrong but you just gotta roll with it. All I know is I have 2 years left in this hell hole before I leave this miserable place for Chicago and never look back. I recommend you do the same, after all,” Vic grinned again but it was sharper. “Fenton’s always been your personal punching bag, not every day you learn your victim has superpowers.”

“We don’t know what the hell is up with Fenton,” Dash defended. Vic just shrugged.

“Yeah but he’s always been a freak now we know he ain’t human. Who knows what else he’s hiding?” Vic said with a smug smile before wandering off, giving a halfhearted wave over his shoulder as he left.

Dash stood in the hallway, trying to get himself under control until the warning and late bell rang. Only then, when he was certain he wouldn’t run into Fenton, did he head to class. 

XxX

“Should we follow him, see where he goes?” Paulina said, biting onto one of her nails in nervous excitement. Paulie was gorgeous and overall pretty cool but her thing with ghosts sometimes tired Dash out. Now more than ever. 

“Come on, that’s like stalking,” Kwan scolded. “Even if that wasn’t illegal or whatever it’s just not cool. They had a rough day today, leave ‘em alone.” That icy chill returned and Dash looked out of the corner of his eye to see Fenton and his cronies walking out of the school. 

Truthfully, Dash didn’t think Fenton had that bad of a day. Yeah people were asking questions but he’d side stepped them all, gave non-answers. Other people talked about Fenton’s supposed strength in gym but there’d been conflicting reports, some said he flew up the rope climb, others said he levitated doing his push ups. Dash really didn’t know what to believe. Fenton was just acting, well, like Fenton. He paused for a second, stopped walking before catching up with the group.

Maybe... maybe Dash was getting caught up over nothing. There really was no proof Fenton was this ‘half of’ other than what one dumb ghost said. He thought back to Fenton’s grin during first period; stupid nerd was probably milking his 15 minutes of fame and bully free time. His earlier fear and uncertainty burst into flames until a familiar anger was burning in his gut. Now this he knew what to do with.

“Yeah, well his day is about to get rougher,” Dash heard himself say as he stomped off to where Fenton was smiling tiredly at something Manson was saying. “Hey Fentonio! Think you’re pretty cool with every paying attention to you but I-”

Fenton gasped suddenly, like a hiccup only his breath misted out in front of him cold as a winter’s day. Dash stopped midsentence watching as Fenton’s whole face twisted. His earlier weary but tolerant annoyance that he’d been projecting all day was stripped away. He glared at Dash with an expression that was hard as ice and full of an exhaustion and bitterness he couldn’t begin to understand.

“As payment for being forcibly outed,” Fenton spoke up loudly enough that most of the school yard could hear him. “I was promised a week.” His eyes slowly but methodically scanned the crowd who had frozen in place at his authoritative tone. “Where I didn’t have to deal with ghosts, so I want to know... Who is trespassing on my haunt.”

Fenton’s mouth opened impossibly wide revealing what seemed like rows of sharped teeth. He curled his fingers into claws and, looking closer, his fingernails had indeed become real claws, as sharp and deadly as his teeth. His eyes blazed an impossible, ectoplasmic green and his dark hair developed streaks of white. He was terrifying, monstrous, but he was still Fenton. That feeling that had been eating at dash all day came back full force. Not the realization that Fenton had powers or whatever but that he had been hiding it in plain sight through ghost attacks and bullies and failing grades. This had always been Fenton, they just hadn’t seen. Until now that is.

And now the script had flipped and Dash didn’t know how this Ghost Fenton, who still was the same Fenton Dash had wedgied last Wednesday, fit. A green blob ghost materialized over by stairs, quivering and wailing in some ghost language. It turned and fled, presumably in the direction of the Fenton Portal to escape Fenton’s wrath. Fenton’s glowing eyes tracked it for a moment before he straightened up from his hunched posture and... was human again.

He brushed his hands through his black hair, lazily blinked blue eyes and, when he smiled, his teeth were normal. But Dash had seen, they all had. He’d let them see but to what end, he had no idea. Fenton turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow and another small smirk, just as tired as earlier.

“Sorry about that Dash, I take my vacation time very seriously. You were saying?” Fenton said with a smug lilt but his eyes were still dead and there was a bit of fear in them now. Despite his powers, he still gripped his backpack tightly.

“When your dumb little vacation’s up, Fentionail,” Dash said with a shaky voice. “It’s-it’s back to business, okay? Punches and wedgies and locker shoving. You,” he voice cracked a bit and he fought it down. “It’ll ramp up now that I know you can take it.” Fenton blinked, once then twice before he smiled. This time it wasn’t annoyed or scary or fearful but like the dumb grins he usually gave his dumb friends. 

“Yeah okay, we’ll start back up next week. The usual time?” Dash nodded, not knowing what else to say. “Alright, see you around.” He turned to walk away before pausing and turning back. “Actually you should be careful on who you shove into lockers, it can get hard to breathe in there and not everyone can phase out of them. You never know who’ll turn up dead,” he grinned and his eyes flashed green again, “if only half.”

That said, he and his friends walked away, ignoring the stares of the entire school on them. “Oh and it’s halfa, not half of,” Fenton called out over his shoulder. “I’m not half of anything, I’m just a whole me even if the details get a bit complicated.”

“Bye Danny, see you tomorrow,” Kwan called after with a grimace. No one else said anything for a minute until Dash found the strength to move his legs from where they’d been planted. He clenched his fists to hide his shaking and continued his walk home. Everyone else slowly did the same, talking quietly among themselves.

“What the hell was that?” Dale asked in a nervous high pitched voice. “What the hell did I just see?”

“Fenton being a weirdo but that’s nothing new,” Dash shrugged with a confidence he didn’t have yet. But if Fenton could show up to school after being outed and then willingly show them his inhumanity, then Dash needed to up his game. Couldn’t let the nerd be cool or anything. “So what if he glows or whatever, he’s still Fenton. Look I gotta get home, it’s Pookie’s feeding time and he is NOT going to believe the day I had.

#danny phantom #*presses fingers to lips* this is not the story I intended to write #not entirely sure what I did intend but it wasnt this #it started out with danny being outed as half ghost with no other context and ended up like this #i'll clean and edit in the morning but for now #here's whatever the hell this is #I'll fix it in the mornign

[five-rivers]

Technically Still a Crime

For @nocturna-starr

“My dude,” said Danny, “I am really, really sorry about your window, but there are only so many ways to tell you that I’m not going to rat you out to the government for…” He let his eyes roam over the room full of t-shirts. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’d even rat you out for. Did you steal these from the mall or something?”

Danny had been doing his normal ghost hunting routine when he’d been thrown into a mostly empty office building by an oversized mountain-lion ghost. He’d caught the ghost, but by that time the window was a lost cause, and everyone inside the not-actually-uninhabited building was freaking out about the IRS or the police or something.

At least, the people in the room were. Maybe if there were any people in other parts of the building, they were calmer.

He rubbed his head. He didn’t think he had a concussion, but he’d definitely taken a few whacks to his good old noggin and he was having trouble focusing.

“No, no,” said the man (short, round, vaguely South Asian, but honestly could have been from anywhere), “so theft, no stealing.”

“Then I’m not sure what the problem is. You aren’t hiding, like, kidnapping victims in here, are you?” he peered past the man, core flaring.

“No! No.” The man leaned closer to Danny. Danny mirrored him. “We are making…” He let the pause drag on. “Knockoffs.”

“Oh,” said Danny. “Cool.”

“You’re not upset?”

“Nope.”

“But you’re, like, a superhero.”

“Dude. Dude. My existence is literally illegal in all fifty states. I am breaking so many laws right now.”

“What?”

“Being a ghost is one-hundred-percent illegal. Those government agent dudes that chase me around sometimes want to dissect me. I’m not going to report you to anyone.” He paused. “As long as this isn’t a sweatshop or anything. I draw the line at hurting people.”

“Oh,” said the man, as if he’d just been given a revelation.

“Yeah. Also, do my pupils look the same size to you? I think I have a concussion.”

“What?”

“Because sometimes I prophesy when I have a concussion, and that’s just a bad time for everyone. Also, don’t get a dog.”

“Uh.”

Someone deeper in the room, hidden by a rack of clothing called for the man, who quickly ran off. Danny shrugged and flew away. He’d get Jazz to check him for concussions.

.

Somehow, inexplicably, word got out that Danny Phantom was down for crime.

This led to three separate people asking him to help them break into Vlad’s manor. Which. Danny wasn’t against on principle, but still. He declined.

(The ones who were trying to burglarize non-evil people got rejected with a bit more force.)

.

“I don’t know why people keep asking me to do crime,” said Danny. “I don’t do crime.”

“Yes, you do,” said Tucker. He showed Danny his card. “What does this one do, again?”

Danny was attempting to teach Tucker, well, it didn’t have an English name. Ghost poker, essentially. With Tucker’s card-counting skills, Danny reckoned they could sweep the literally underground ghost poker tournament. If Tucker could learn the rules.

“For that one, you have to draw from the deck again,” said Danny. “Anyway, this is different.”

“You are wanted by the law in two dimensions.”

“Walker is not the law,” scoffed Danny. “Except, you know, on his own island.”

“You’re illegal by existing. You’ve convinced me to gamble for money.”

“That’s not illegal.”

“It’s a felony, Danny. You blew up Vlad’s house. I think that counts as arson. Or something.”

“That was an accident.”

“The vandalism.”

“Okay, that wasn’t an accident.”

“The ghost weed—”

“Ghost nip,” corrected Danny.

“Ghost nip thing wasn’t technically illegal, but I’m pretty sure that’s because the government doesn’t know it exists. As soon as they know it gives dead people superpowers—”

“Dead people already have superpowers. And that was also an accident. I hate being high.”

“Sure. Anyway. Danny, you live a half-life of crime.”

Danny grumbled.

“I think that swatting Vlad was also a crime.”

“Not swatting. It was the GIW.”

“Still illegal. How about those ectoguns? You have a concealed carry permit for them?”

“They aren’t real guns.”

“They’re real weapons. You bring them to school.”

Danny abandoned his hand of cards to push his face into one of his pillows. “Stoppit. I’m not crime.”

“You are crime. Honestly, I think you should try to see how many crimes you can rack up.”

“Seeing as this is kind of life and death,” said Danny, “I don’t really want to push it.”

“Because you’re half alive and half dead?”

“No, because the GIW will kill me if they catch me, and if the government gets me, they’ll give me to the GIW.”

“Oh. Wow. That got dark really fast.” Tucker fell silent for a bit. Neither of them was paying attention to their card game anymore. “Hey, what about that car we stole, isn’t that-?”

“Hrrrngh,” said Danny.

.

“The IRS?” said Danny, incredulously. “You’re IRS agents?”

The larger of the two suited men tried to pull himself out of the ectoplasmic web. “Uh,” he said.

“Yes,” said the shorter man. “Did you know, filing a false death report is a crime, as is not filing a death certificate?”

“You were carrying shotguns.”

“Tax evaders can be dangerous.”

“Shotguns full of salt.”

“We aren’t approved for lethal force.”

“Salt.”

“It’s cheaper than a taser.”

Danny shook his head. “Just admit that you’re ghost hunters and go home.”

“Only after you admit that you’re committing tax fraud.”

“I’m not committing tax fraud! I don’t even file taxes!”

“Also a crime!”

“I make no money!”

“Or so you claim!”

Danny rolled his eyes. “I don’t have time for this.”

“Wait!” said the taller one. “You’re not going to leave us here, are you?”

“It’ll dissolve! Eventually!” shouted Danny.

“I’ve got to pee!”

“Tough!”

“Don’t you dare!” shouted the other. “I’m right below you!”

Danny was not paid enough for this. (Or at all, technically.)

.

Danny stood between Johnny and Technus, staring at the clinking, churring machine that continuously output sheets of thick green paper.

“Why?”

“I’ve always wanted to get involved in a serious crime,” said Johnny.

“I, TECHNUS, MASTER OF ALL TECHNOLOGY, WILL CONQUER THE UNITED STATES ECONOMY USING THE POWER OF COUNTERFEIT CURRENCY.”

“Oh my god,” said Danny. He looked at the nearest sheet. “Are those all ones?”

“THE LEAST LIKELY CURRENCY TO BE CHECKED, ACCORDING TO MY RESEARCH.”

“Oh my god,” repeated Danny. He brought his hands together as if praying, then looked heavenward. “You probably have more of these hidden somewhere, so I don’t want to deal with it.”

“No, this is—”

Technus rammed his elbow into Johnny’s side.

“I don’t want to deal with it,” repeated Danny. “Don’t spend it in Amity Park. Or Elmerton.”

“Gotcha,” said Johnny. “How much do you want for your cut.”

“I want to go back in time to before you told me about this, that’s what I want,” said Danny.

.

“So, Sam,” said Tucker, “did you hear that Danny’s now a crime boss?”

“I am going to commit murder.”

“That’s a crime, Danny.”

“I have a very good motive.”

“Technically,” said Tucker, now edging away from Danny, “that’s still a crime.”

#danny phantom #phic phight #phic phight 2021

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight: [REDACTED] “Oh Goddamnit. DANNY!”

Prompt Creator: @mr-lancers-english-class

Even Danny’s school projects cause ghostly issues and Lancer really should have seen this coming.

Alright fine, Lancer knew this was a bad idea. He knew it. And yet... here they all are, with each of his students doing their self-chosen presentations. And as he should have expected, Every. Single. One. has been on Phantom. Sure at least there’s been some variety. Star’s piece on his fashion and how that reflects on his personality and the era he died was actually fairly interesting (if it wasn’t for the fact that Phantom spiced up his jumpsuit with t-shirts and whatnot sometimes then this would have been a very boring one). Kwan also surprised him some, apparently he’s spent the past year or so sneaking photos of Phantom eating and did a piece on Phantom’s rather peculiar food tastes (who dips their pickles in milkshakes???) as well as effectively providing proof for the existence of ectoplasmic food (there’s no way any earth apples are neon green on the inside). Dash’s wasn’t even correctly calculated, trying to figure out how far Phantom could throw footballs based on his known strength and if he could kill someone by tackling them (disturbingly the answer -regardless of Dash’s bad math- was decidedly yes. Daniel seemed particularly disturbed). And Paulina’s was quite literally a badly written self-insert ship fan fic; the added drawings of what their child would look like only made it worse (Daniel left, not that Lancer could blame him. Lancer’s also glad for the ghost fight interrupting the presentation). Emilie’s was... disturbingly about ghost hunger and purposed the thesis that Phantom, for the good of the town, should eat the aggressor ghosts (he actually had to cut her off for getting too graphic).

But the single most interesting thing was that a ghost apparently caught wind of this and literally Every. Single. Presentation so far had words that were permanently replaced with [REDACTED], which, needless to say, caused some chaos when Samantha gave the very first presentation.

-

Lancer clicked his pen, crossing his legs and resting the evaluation sheet on his thigh, “alright, Samantha. Feel free to start whenever you please, though soon would be preferred”, by ‘preferred’ he had meant required, but no need to be mean. He chooses to ignore the goth teen's eyeroll.

Predictably the projected screen doesn’t work when she opens her file so Lancer has to spend ten minutes fiddling with the outdated tech that they wouldn’t give the school funding to replace. Eventually, he does get it up and running showing Ms. Manson’s title screen reading ‘Phantom And Hate Crimes Against Blood Blossoms’. Lancer’s positive ‘blood blossoms’ are a type of flower, figures she would do something nature-focused. She’d make for a great herbalist or botanist someday. He does catch Daniel and Tucker giving her ‘death glares’, as the kids call it, though; Samatha doesn’t look any less smug. The second page has what he thinks was supposed to be a detailed drawing of a flower but it’s severely pixilated, almost as if it been blurred; Samantha looks visibly upset so he’s going to assume something when wrong with the file or pasting format. He’s not marking on artistic capabilities though, so effort is effort there.

She quickly clicks to the next page, where the actual writing of the assignment is and looks decidedly pissed; Lancer even quirks an eyebrow since at least two-thirds of the words are a very bold noticeable [REDACTED]. Lancer watches her yank out her physical copy while glaring with murderous intent at Daniel -Lancer will have to dock him marks if he messed with another student's project- before looking at the physical copy in bafflement for a few seconds. Half the class shrieking when she drops the papers and basically launches herself over the desks at Daniel, “OH YOU LITTLE FUCKER!!!! HOW THE FUCK!”.

Lancer’s sighs and stands, “language, Ms. Manson”, moving to pick up the papers and quirking an eyebrow over them looking the same. Sighing again and eyeing Daniel, who’s being choked -or throttled perhaps?- by Samantha yet is grinning innocently. “Daniel, messing with other students' work is against student policy”, sighing yet again, “and I’ll let Star go while Samantha fixes her document”, summoning up the blonde while glaring at Daniel. Some days that boy was more trouble than he was worth but he was also insanely bright and had a heart of gold. Lancer knows he’ll do good things someday, and that’s why he still tries with him.

Half the class is snickering or laughing now and Star is very clearly trying not to laugh as she sets up.

However, as soon as it opens up the class is met with a very familiar sight. [REDACTED] litters every single page; he checked. And Star’s physical copy was in the same state.

Kwan blinks, “okay seriously, what is going on”, before scrambling to grab out his own physical copy; the rest of the class going wide-eyed and following suit. Lancer just puts his head in his hands and sighs very audibly while shaking his head. Why could nothing go right? Sighing again as the class erupts into noise.

“Mines all weird too!”.

“Same here!”.

“Okay there is no way Fenturd messed up everyone’s work”.

“And I actually tried on mine! It was about the merits of Phantom getting armour!”.

“Oh damn do we just get auto hundreds now? Please please please say yes”.

“Oh damn, Phantom would actually look awesome in armour”.

“I know right”.

“Can we just skip class entirely now?”.

“Oh my Zone a ghost messed with or work”.

“Holy Shit”.

“Wait! Wait! Wait! You don’t think Phantom did do you?”.

“Why the heck would he do that? How would he even know??????”.

“Oh I hope Phantom was inside my computer. That would be so hot”.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe someone told him or he overheard shit. He’s a ghost, he can be invisible. Heck, he could be here, right now, invisible”.

“Invisible and laughing at us”.

“No! No! Hold up! What if he doesn’t want us writing about him or maybe someone wrote some sus shit and he just nerfed us all for good measure”.

“That would mean Phantom totally read my stuff, aw Hell yeah man. That was some boss shit”,

Lancer sighs and stands up, “alright that’s enough”, sighing again because why did this have to happen to him, “and I apologies for blaming you earlier, Daniel”.

Samantha snaps, “oh no, I still blame him”, and continues glaring at the teen. Lancer suspects Samantha would continue blaming the boy even if it was firmly proven he wasn’t at fault.

Addressing the class again, “here’s what we’re going to do, you’re going to read off what of your projects you actually can and allude to the rest. Please reframe from repeating what you know was there beforehand as I’d rather not have whatever ghost responsible -Phantom or otherwise- come here pissed off”, glaring at few students who look slightly encouraged rather than discouraged by that prospect, “anyone who does will receive automatic zeroes”, ah and the encouraged looks have deflated. Good. Gesturing at Star, “you’re already up here, so do continue”. Better to not bring the clearly infuriated Samantha back to the front until she’s had some time to calm down.

Star nods and clears her throat, thankfully everyone quiets down. “O-okay, well, um”, gesturing at the screen, “I did my piece on Phantom’s sense of fashion and the cover image was one with him dressed in one of the Spook Sense stores meme shirts....”.

-

Lancer shakes away the memory, he honestly slightly regrets giving this project. But regardless right now is Daniel’s turn and Lancer is honestly slightly fearful of what his file is going to look like. Thankfully all their files were saved to his computer before the [REDACTED] debacle, so no one could go back in and edit theirs to add [REDACTED]’s for an easy grade. Lancer’s still not exactly sure how he’s supposed to mark assignments that were anywhere from one-fifth to one-third [REDACTED]. That word will be burned into his head after this grading period.

Lancer moves to find the boys file, but stares when clicking it crashes the computer. Not once. Not twice. But thrice. The fourth time rebooting the computer he inspects the file and is a bit dumbfounded, “Daniel, your entire file’s corrupted. The file type has even been changed to redacted, which I’m fairly sure, isn’t actually any possible file designation”. Everyone’s silent for a bit before bursting out into laughter.

“Just what the Zone did you write, Danny!”.

“Oh we so have to know what this is now”.

“Danny has the forbidden knowledge! We haft found him! The keeper of things forbidden and Ghostly! Haza!”.

“Ha! It was probably so lame that Phantom wanted to save him the embarrassment”.

Lancer sighs, but Daniel gestures Tucker up, “hey Tuck, feel like trying to fix the file”. Tucker chuckles and walks up, though apparently glaring at the boy. Based on Daniel’s smirk he finds this quite amusing.

Tucker does manage to make the file viewable at least. Lancer nods and leans back in his seat, “thank you, Mr. Foley”, while the file loads on screen.

Tucker sits back down with a head shake while Daniel stands at the front and gestures to the screen, “aight, as you can see from my not redacted title-”, that earns a couple laughs, “I did mine on Phantom’s portfolio of crime. Every single time our dear Phantom broke ghost law. Including such wonderful things as, that time he caused not one, not two, not even three, but five, prison breaks in one day. Or that time he invalidated a Observant spectator duel by bringing an inflatable sword”. Samantha slams a hand on her desk, “IT IS YOUR FAULT YOU DICK!”.

Lancer has some serious questions as Daniel clicks for the next page, the entire class going dead silent as a screen comprising of almost nothing but the word [REDACTED] shows. Lancer sighs very audibly. Eventually the class starts up again.

“Fenton... actually has forbidden knowledge”.

“If it wasn’t for the teacher computer saved thing I’d think he was fucking with us”.

“I mean... he is a Fenton, right?”.

“Okay the fact that this entire presentation is on ghost crimes is concerning alone. But they’re forbidden ghost crimes at that”.

“Shit I wanted the tea. Damnit”.

“Better question, how does Danny know?”.

Daniel clicking the button to go forward is very audible. And, Chicken Soup For The Soul, every single page is [REDACTED] to the point of being completely and utterly unintelligible. There are occasional lines pointing out how Phantom apparently ate confetti at a ghosts third wedding (which is apparently illegal for some reason) or that time he beat someone up with a violin that had a pie inside it (Lancer can see this one, Lancer himself has smacked a ghost with stranger).  Literally the only photo that isn’t blurred beyond recognition is one of Phantom in a prison uniform (Paulina was very vocal about liking men in uniform here). Lancer is absolutely positive the end of his conclusion ‘[REDACTED] are a bunch of [REDACTED]’ is an insult.

Samantha chucks a boot at his smirking face, “YOU IDIOT. Of course they were going to block you from talking about them. Ancients, I can’t believe you”. Tucker’s busy laughing into his hand.

“Oh my Zone, they know too”.

“They’re really earning that weirdo trio title, huh”.

Daniel snickers as he sits back down, “they broke into my room and wrecked that epic puzzle I was working on. They shoulda seen this shit coming. Literally”. Tucker snorts, “they probably did but couldn’t do anything else about it. They can’t stop you and your endless bullshit”.

“Damn fucking straight”.

Lancer isn’t going to claim to know what exactly they’re talking about but apparently Daniel effectively orchestrated this entire fiasco just to annoy some ghost. Lancer is honestly more impressed than disturbed. A for effort but an A- for making everyone's work nigh unusable.

End.

Prompt: For the last project of their senior year in high school, Mr. Lancer is letting his class do presentations on literally whatever topic they want. He is very, /very/ sure that this is going to go poorly, but that's a problem for later...

#Danny Phantom #phandom #phic phight #phic phight 2021 #danny #mr. lancer #sam #star #tucker #basically danny's entire english class #comedy #school projects #danny's a little shit #messing with the observants from afar #my writing #fan fic #phan phic #have a fic suck my dick #phantomphangphucker #gothmoth #thetribalmoth

[orange-waterfalls]

Vampire!Reader x Markiplier Egos

ty anon for the request

A/N: YES. IT'S BEEN A WHILE. HAPPY FUCKING HALLOWEEN. I absolutely remembered today is the 1 year anniversary of ahwm absolutely this is not a coincidence what are you talking about ahahahahha. I've been busy w/ school and drawing and general depression and anxiety with the current situation but I'm getting back into it! Vampire reader. That's pretty much it. Rated T, a bit of cursing, mentions of blood, mentions of fangs. A slightly suggestive phrase but that's just Illinois like there has to be at least one with him it's the law. ALSO. NEW RULE? IF I'M DOING LIKE HCS OR SMTHN I WILL DO 6 AT A TIME. I CANNOT BE WRITING 14 DIFFERENT EGOS AT ONCE I JUST CAN'T I'M SORRY. anyways enjoy!

Vampire!Reader x Egos Headcanons

General

Not much PDA

Not much going out in general

You have to cover your whole body when you do, unless it’s nighttime

You spend much of your time inside or in the forest

You’re basically nocturnal

You do drink blood, and you don’t need a lot of it

You drink human blood only if they give permission

You don’t kill people

You know or know of some other supernatural creatures that exist

You are friends with a werewolf. One specifically. You know the one.

Darkiplier

You both are edgy as all hell it’s perfect!

Politely asks you not to bite him

a) because he’s not human and b) because it’ll hurt

You both are very calm and well-spoken. So. not much happens.

However, you are both, in fact, dumb bitches, so things are still entertaining

“My darling, would you like some garli-mmm nevermind...”

You go out with him sometimes on romantic moonlit walks

You don’t have to wear as much then

You make him get a pet, a black cat specifically

He loves it

You named it Darko, Dark for short, and he hates the name

Like he hates the name a lot

It is irrational how much he hates the fucking name

He calls it DA

He never explains why

When you want blood he’ll trap a deer or something

You go into the forest and drink a little of its blood

He’s surprised

“What am I, a werewolf?”

He’ll ask you about supernatural creatures, and how to defend against them

You’re pretty sure he’s an eldritch entity so you aren’t sure why he’s asking YOU

He won’t ask how you became a vampire, that seems personal

He never gets startled when you turn into a bat

He can hear your lil wingbeats from a mile away

Sometimes you’ll sleep as a bat and he just smiles at you hanging from the fan

Fine with you not interacting with others, like he does much of that…

Just likes hanging out in your fucking giant victorian mansion with you

Wilford

We all know that his type is, in fact, edgy bitch

Therefore, you are perfect

Dark clothes? Check

Edgy backstory? Probably

Kinda scary? Oh absolutely

And he loves you for that!

He doesn’t want to be a vampire, but he fuckin loves your teeth

He’ll ask you to bare them and then he’ll do a happy wiggle afterwards

He loves dancing with you, slow or fast

It’s always romantic

He’s basically a god so like. Anything you ask for he’s gotchu

You said you were hungry and he fucking kidnapped someone

You said you were hungry, that was on you

You then explain that you don’t need a whole FUCKING PERSON

He then steals some blood bags from the hospital

“Oh, calm down! They have enough!”

Likes taking you out, so you go on night walks a lot.

You’re not used to social interaction, so he makes sure to steer you away from people

Unless you want to talk to them, then he starts up a conversation and lets you take over

You don’t understand people, and neither does he! It’s great.

Likes when you turn into a bat

He doesn’t know why, it just makes him happy

You made him adopt a black cat

He named it Colonel Whiskers

Loves you and your castle and your weird ass little quirks

Actor

Bite him.

BITE. HIM.

LET HIM BE IMMORTAL

You refuse for the sole reason that he is a dick.

You do get along because you both are, in fact, pretentious

You wear those silk robes around the house, and he gets mad at you

HE is the sexy mysterious one, COME ON!

At least you won’t have an edgier backstory than him…

Likes slow dancing with you

Very much enjoys your Aesthetic

Believes that he too belongs in a Victorian era castle isolated from the world

Loves the dark romance

Is a Fancy Boy

Was fully prepared to murder someone for you to drink their blood

Surprised when you said it wasn’t necessary???

Buys a horse or smthn

Asks about supernatural beings and which are immortal

He asks that a lot

He worries you sometimes.

Hates it when you turn into a bat

You’re small and you fly around and you’re fucking GROSS

He doesn’t. He doesn’t like animals very much. Besides dogs I mean.

Buys you clothes because you’ve been wearing the same shit for fucking EVER

Don’t worry, they’re all black, dark purple, or dark red

Sometimes you decide to go on a walk and he tags along

Possessive bitch

Thinks you’ll leave him if you talk to other people

He scares them or leads you away

Was fine with a black wolfdog you brought home after searching for food

Names it Phoenix, and you call it Nix for short

Is deeply in love with you, but will never say or show it

Yancy

He thinks you’re wonderful!

Originally a bit mean to you

He thought YOU thought you were better than him

He saw the fangs and backed off

He asked about them and you answered, so you got along

Asked if he could be a vampire

You asked if he wanted to be immortal. He declined.

Suggested you drink his blood when you were hungry

You said it wasn’t necessary, but he pushed

Stared at you the whole time

“what’s your issue” “this is very… intimate.”

On that note: has an issue with intimacy

You’re very cold naturally, so you’d want to cuddle

He awkwardly shifts away

Once he gets more comfortable, he might cuddle with you

Loves the silk robes you own, they’re so fucking COMFY

AND THE SILK SHEETS?? Heaven

Absolutely loves all the fancy shit you have

You teach him how to waltz and he teaches you how to tap dance

You have a very equal give and take relationship with everything, it’s great

Neither of you like social interaction

You will if you HAVE to but mostly keep to yourselves

You love Yancy's prison buddies

They love you too

Asked if you knew mothman

You couldn’t tell if he was joking

He absolutely Was Not joking

He sings to you sometimes

It echoes through the place and the Aesthetic man

Hates it when you turn into a bat

Bad. No. Stop. Scary.

A small animal flying at him is a no go

Alternatively: get him a pet dog and he will love you forever

He names it Elvis. Yeah you know why.

Overall loves you and your aesthetic, and you could tell even before you got together

Illinois

Excited but doesn't show it

He's met PLENTY of supernatural creatures

Ghosts, gods, there was a thing with that werewolf one time…

(He has the scars to prove it)

But a vampire? That's new

He doesn’t live at your place because he travels a lot

He still stays there sometimes between adventures

Uncomfortable with how clean it is

You are. An immortal being. And you take the time to clean. What the fuck.

“Would YOU wanna spend eternity in a dusty ass mansion?”

His flirts are often about your fangs

You threatened to bite him and he said “promise?”

Said you could drink his blood, but you said no

“I don’t know what the fuck you got in that bloodstream”

Doesn’t do walks but takes you on adventures

If it’s a cave. And you turn into a bat.

ONLY if you turn into a bat

Sidenote: he fucking adores when you turn into a bat

He just thinks they’re neat

Uncomfortable with how soft everything you own is

NOTHING is soft in nature

Except. Like a lot of things. But don’t tell him he’ll get mad

Doesn’t really want a pet bc he’ll never be home to deal with it

He’ll be fine if you get one though

He wants to name it Nathan Drake he doesn’t care what it is

NERD(see: Uncharted)

Will never EVER wear a fucking suit

He will DIE before he wears a suit fuck you

Dislikes anything remotely fancy

Talks about the creatures he’s met

you get Bard Vibes if ya know what i mean wink wink nudge nudge he's a whore is what I'm saying here

You hang out normally mostly

He refuses to acknowledge his feelings for you

Not after the mermaid incident.

He eventually will, i promise

Magnum

He’s a pirate, he doesn’t care

He’s seen sirens, ancient spirits, probably Davey Jones at some point

A vampire? Low on the list of dangerous creatures

He has a whole ship made outta wood he’s not that worried

You don't really sail with him often

When you do, you're seen as a threat to anyone and everyone

He loves that about you

Warned you not to bite him or he'd stake you

You promised not to and that was enough for him

You get along with the crew fairly well

However do NOT turn into a bat around them

They will not hesitate to shoot

"UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT, MAN YOUR BATTLESTATIONS!

You can maybe do it around Magnum and only Magnum

Doesn't like your house

He belongs to the sea

But can and will steal your sheets for himself

A pirate can have a little silk, as a treat

Offered his crew's blood to drink after a while

You declined because you don't know what the fuck kinda diseases they have

Doesn't really want a pet. He can't tell them what to do.

You bought an axolotl and he loves it a lot

Its name is Delta but he has deemed it Magnum Jr

Can't really. Fit. In any suits you have

He has to go out and get one personally tailored if he wants it

Likes dancing with you

Slow dancing. To Danny Boy.

He can't dance but that's ok he tries

You talk about land creatures and he talks about ocean creatures

So far he despises werewolves and skinwalkers

He likes spending as much time with you possible

He doesn't much like the idea of a relationship bc of his uh line of work

But he loves you

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[antelabbitsghost]

hey so at 3am last night i decided it would be fun to write how danny died in my personal canon (or amity parker as i'm calling it atm) and it's uh strange so i'm forcing it on all of you

(also pls note that i've never seen memory blank and all of my knowledge on how danny canonically died comes from listening to the theme song religiously and hearing other people talking about it so this is kindof a trainwreck)

okay p similar to how he died in canon

the trio were all just hanging out at his house alone,

(jack and maddie were out shopping or at dinner or smth anf jazz was out with friends)

and sam was like "hey don't you have a punched hole through a weak spot in our dimension in your basement"

yes i stole that quote from gf whatcha gonna do abt it nerd

and tucker realizes how fucking sick that is and danny (begrudgingly) takes them down to the basement after a few minutes of begging

and bc danno has been surrounded by this shit since birth he's just kinda like "okay big metal hole in the wall can we go now ://"

n sam is like "actuayl the portal is fucking awesome?? at least go look in it or something man how are you not interested in this"

so ofc danny is just gonna stroll on in and out like some madman who doesn't even care about my carefully constructed story i stole from a transphobe

but bc tucker is interested in tech and labs and other nerd things and is also not a damn heathen he makes him out on his hazmat suit over his clothes before going in

(minus the detachable ww2 mouthy breathy part bc that's just annoying for me to draw in my redesign)

(also they slap the cool dp logo on a little after he becomes dead spiderman)(so like 2 months after maybe)

and sam, seeing all the wires and tools n shit all over the floor of the portal just goes

s: "k i want you to go see all the cool stuff hidden in the metal hole in ur wall but i'm not letting you go in there in some old ass worn out converse and eating shit bc you stubbed your toe on a ghost wrench or something. switch."

d: "dude it'll be fine i'm just gonna go in and out, no big thing"

(it would in fact be a Very Big Thing but shh they don't know that yet)

s: "just wear them you latex wrapped rat man"

and she just kinda forces him to wear her docs bc i really really want phantom's shoes to be docs and i am god in this scenario

so danny goes in and he's just sorta walking around bc apparently the portal is deep as hell

and he does the classic phandom trope of trips on wire and catches himself on the on button

he's got maybe like a split second of blaring warning alarms before he immediately starts getting deep fried

i'm too lazy to write whump rn but imagine the most loud and horrifying and earsplitting siren you can conceive

and now imagine that same sound but it's a dying 14 year old boy screaming it and add unhealthy dose of having you flesh meat and muscle torn from your bones and you're being electrocuted, birthed, killed and created all within a split second

but none of the neighbors hear it bc the lab is soundproofed for ✨plot convenience✨

n then it just kinda. stops.

the portal shuts off, danny stops screaming but it's unclear if it's bc mans is no longer in pain or if he's dead

and his body just drops to the ground

tucker and sam fucking book it over to the probably corpse of their best friend and sam slips a little on the way there

is it bc now she's just in socks on hard linoleum floor? is it bc her tears are on the floor? idk but they're both very dramatic

ne way yall kno ehat happens next and i'm fuckin tired so night bitches

#i blacked out right after i saved this lmao #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp #amity parker #phandom #sam manson #tucker foley #amity park

[thorniest-rose]

Phantom of the Opera's Past the Point of No Return came on my shuffle and I was stuck in Silverusso hell and I blame you entirely. You and your shenanigans. Would the one-step-away-from-being-a-cartoon-villain Terry Silver haunt an opera house, crash a chandelier, and obsessively stalk the bambi-eyed Danny boy while wearing a flowing cape? Yes. Yes he would. The man is extra as hell.

SHENANIGANS. I can't believe I'm being blamed for this!! dhdjd no it's okay really, I know I'm a bad influence (apparently, according to my friends, though I attest that all I do is simply exist and then I'm accused of being a menace for no reason??)

But YES, Silver definitely would suit being a masked, melodramatic gothic villain with a long swishy cape who haunts an opera house. He'd skulk around in the rafters and watch the singers rehearse while sitting up a chandelier. I feel like he's only an inch away from doing this in KK3 as it is (esp as TIG was professionally trained in opera, like??? Why did we not get a rendition?).

And Daniel suits Christine because he's so wide-eyed and innocent, and would instantly trust Silver despite all the horror stories people tell him. He'd be like, "Oh, maybe he's just lonely and misunderstood," naively wanting to see the best in him because Silver leaves charcoal drawings of him on his pillow and gifts with him a pretty bird in a gold cage. And meanwhile everyone's like, "Um no, that guy's a psycho, stay away from him." But of course Daniel doesn't because he's dumb and romantic and the next thing you know he's been lured down into Silver's candle-lit lair where he's like, "It's kinda damp, but I like it," not realising he's a lamb to the slaughter. Sigh... he's such a dumb little twink, I really can see this happening.

This reminds me too, that @wantedtourist made a great gifset comparing The Phantom of the Opera to KK3 here!

#asks #terry silver