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ghostly-penumbra · 10 months
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DannyMay 2023. Day Twenty-eight
“Campfire”
Ao3
Dani approached the campfire with her plate in hand, seeing Nico nod encouragingly at her.
She dropped half her sausages there, considering. To- for Kronos. Chronos? To however grandpa Clock gets it.
The fire flared up briefly, consuming Dani’s offering, and she smiled, trotting back to sit next to her host.
“You gave it to someone you like?” Nico asked.
“Yeah! To a grumpy ol’ geezer that can’t speak straight to save a half life!” She answered cheerily. At her friend’s disbelieving stare, though, she admitted, “He does pull through, though. Even when we think he won’t.”
“Hm. Alright then.”
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oceankat8 · 11 months
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I am once again stealing prompts as an excuse to work on Tarot cards.
Dannymay Day 3: Blizzard
Eight of Cups Meaning:
Eight of Cups Keywords
UPRIGHT: Disappointment, abandonment, withdrawal, escapism.
REVERSED: Trying one more time, indecision, aimless drifting, walking away.
Eight of Cups Description
In the Eight of Cups, a ghost sits away from the eight doors standing in the foreground. The doors all have pieces missing, a sign that emotional fulfilment and wholeness is lacking. The ghost has turned his back on these cups with a sense of loss and disappointment. the surrounding water symbolises his emotions, and the mountains represent the awareness that this will not be an easy journey (though it will be necessary for true long-term happiness). The moon in the night’s sky illuminates the path ahead – the man is leaving in the dead of night hoping to go unnoticed, suggesting that there may be a level of escape or avoidance in this card.
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ashboy-3 · 10 months
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Tucker Saving the Day
Written for Dannymay 2023 Day 22 Prompt: Cryptid Au Fandom: Danny Phantom Characters: Danny, Tucker, College OCs Words: 1,115 Summary: Danny has been in college for a full semester and Tucker is getting tired of having to wipe his college server of all the weird gostly things he's been doing
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Danny has been in college for a whole semester now and he has to say that it’s better than he thought it could be. He misses his friends, family, and surprisingly all of Amity Park, but he’s learned how to deal with it.
Amity Park being his home and lair he has to go back at least once a month to keep his core happy, two months if he’s really pushing it.
It’s a long flight for him going to and from the west to the east coast once a month but as long as no one sees him he’s fine and he always has his ectoplasm-filled shakes to keep him going.
“Danny dude did you see the latest cryptid video yet?” Parker, his roommate, asked as they sat down for lunch.
“You know I don’t follow the cryptid feed,” Danny shrugged eating a fry.
“People are trying to figure out who the cryptid is though and they haven’t crossed you out yet!” Parker exclaimed a smile on his face as Danny’s eyes went wide.
“How are they crossing people out?” Danny asked, watching the video of him last night flying back onto campus. Someone must have videoed him but his ghost half messed with the cameras making him free from any immediate attention.
“They just look out for anyone who’s been weird. Asking for evidence to clear people or to keep people. They compiled a list of everyone using class list that others have given them,” Parker shrugged.
“Okay so why have I not been crossed out yet?” Danny asked, a look that Parker hasn’t seen often on his face.
“Dude you’ve been seen in multiple classes drinking a glowing green liquid. You’ve been spotted drinking over three energy drinks with over two cups of coffee in the same day but not only that but it was that same amount three days in a row and you were just fine. I’ve seen you stay up for eight full days for finals last semester and was still fully functional,” Parker explained.
“Doesn’t explain why I’m on the list! Their nothing weird about that!” Danny shot back.
“Danny. You are one of the weirdest people I know,” James said, walking up to the table, joining in the conversation, Laura following behind him.
“Okay that’s just not fair. I feel like your all gaining up on me,” Danny grumbled crossing his arms.
“Relax none of us have actually sent any info about you to the thread. It was all people who have just noticed you. We know you don’t like to much attention and wouldn’t betray your trust like that,” Laura promised him, putting a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.
“Thanks guys really.” Danny smiled as he ate his food.
“So are you coming out with us tonight?” Parker asked, a smirk on his face as he stole half of Danny’s cookie.
“Dude you have your own!” Danny complained trying to steal it back, but gave up eventually. “No. I have a few things to complete that are due tomorrow, but I’ll be free in let’s say three days?” Danny thought looking up trying to remember if he was planning anything.
“You sure you have nothing planned?” James asked, knowing Danny’s tendency to cancel at the last minute.
“You know me can never promise anything,” Danny shrugged, just as he felt the familiar pull of time stopping around him, a sigh escaping his mouth. “Actually I have a feeling I’ll be busy,” Danny was quick to change his mind.
“Oh great did something important come up again already? Your phone didn’t even go off!” James groaned.
“It’s nothing big,” Danny promised as he got out his phone and saw a small sticky note on it, ‘meeting in three days C.W.’
“C.W.? You don’t know anyone with those letters do you?” Laura asked, reading the note.
“Just someone from my hometown. I have to go home as often as I do to help out around there,” Danny shrugged as he texted Sam and Tucker. The two aren’t able to go home as much as Danny, but they yell at him anytime he leaves them out of the loop.
“Where are you from again?” Laura asked.
“Just some small town in Illinois. Nowhere important,” Danny shrugged lightly.
“And that is why you are considered a cryptid possibility. You keep too much to yourself,” Parker groaned.
“I’ll think about taking you there one day. Things are just still too hectic between me and my family.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t at least give us a name,” James glared playfully.
“Maybe in the future,” Danny told them, finishing his lunch and heading to his next class, getting on a quick call with Tucker.
“Dude I need you to fix the cryptid thread again,” Danny was quiet as he talked.
“Again? Dude I fixed it for you twice already. How many people are thinking it’s you?”
“Not sure. My friends over here just pointed out to me a lot of weird things that I do. I swear it’s like high school all over again,” Danny rolled his eyes as he could hear Tucker typing rapidly on hs computer.
“I can do a basic purge but if you want a hardcore purge I’d recommend Technus. He’ll be happy just to have some access to technology and you know how to keep him in check,” Tucker suggested.
“And risk him going to the internet?” Danny debated.
“You know he doesn’t give a shit about that anymore. As long as you stay king he’ll be happy. Still amazed how the rouges did a complete 180,” Tucker kept talking.
“Yeah a 180 for you and Sam. Once they reazlied I haven’t been a ghost that long they almost killed Clockwork for wanting to make me king. The amount of times I’m still called a child or baby ghost is ridiculous,” Danny rolled his eyes. “Also I’m not king yet. It was ruled by the council I have to become older in ghost years and finish getting my education. I’m still considered a prince.”
“I’ll still say it’s king as long as you got that ring on. Do I have to search and delete any info on that as well?” Tucker asked.
“I’m more worried about the GIW finding out where I am,” Danny admitted.
“The meeting is in three days. Give Technus access to the thread he’ll delete everything needed,” Tucker promised as the two said their good byes.
“Man being ghost is hard,” Danny grumbled, walking into his next class and slumping in his desk. Maybe one day he’ll tell his new friends, but it isn’t worth the possible backlash right now.
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charcoalhawk · 2 years
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Ghosts and Geeks
Summary: Danny, Sam and Tucker enjoy a relaxing May the Fourth.
Written for Dannymay 2022, for the prompt videotape.
Through all the ghosts, parents, school, Vlad, and general mayhem that tries to disrupt their lives Danny, Sam and Tucker have done all they can to set aside days where they can just hang out and be normal teenagers.
One such day is May 4th, or to more cultured folk, Star Wars day.
Danny arrives at Sam’s house carrying a backpack filled with way too many instant extra butter popcorn packages and his Darth Vader-themed popcorn bucket.
He barely gets a single knock in before the door is yanked open and he’s greeted with his best friends excited faces.
(Danny is never going to complain about Jazz bugging him about his interests ever again. he’s still not sure how she managed to get everything set up so perfectly but she had promised him that he would have a ‘totally normal not at all ghostly May fourth’ and Jazz was never one to be light in her promises.)
“So what’s the plan for tonight? Release order or numerical?” Danny asks as the group begins the trek through the unreasonably sized Manson Mansion to the movie room. “I personally vote Numerical that way by the time we get to number eight it’ll be morning and we can end the day on a good note.”
Tucker’s only response is a snort of laughter while Sam grins in blissful ignorance of the new trilogy.
He still remembers Sam happily proclaiming Episode VIII to be an ok solo continuation and the (all in good fun) arguments that had been waged in its wake between the three of them.
“Normally I’d agree with you wholeheartedly man, but I think we got something that will change your mind.”
Tucker shares a look with Sam before she slowly reaches up to cover Danny’s eyes while continuing to guide him towards the door. After the instinctual jolt of panic that follows losing a visual of the space around him, Danny feels a grin begin to tug at his face.
“I hope you guys didn’t go through too much trouble for this, you know as long as we’re all together we could watch nothing but the Christmas special on repeat and it would still be an awesome day.”
It’s at this point Danny feels Sam slow her steps and within moments they are presumably standing in front of the large ornate doors leading to the Manson personal theater.
“We just thought we’d do something different this year,” there’s a heavy creaking sound as Tucker pushes open the doors, “Things have been so hectic these past few years that we thought we’d do something special for our last year all together in Amity Park.”
With that Sam releases her hands and Danny blinks the room back into focus. Where the usual large screen is a smaller portable tv has been pushed in front of it, and along with the usual theater seats there are multiple bean bag chairs and blankets scattered on top.
As they draw closer Tucker reaches up on top of the smaller tv, producing three slim vhs’.
“So,” Sam says, moving to stand beside Tucker, “through a combined might of Tucker’s bidding skills and my parents' money we were able to get our hands on a set of original vhs tapes of Episodes IV, V, and VI.”
Danny is truly speechless for a moment, before a wide grin overtakes his face and he sweeps his amazing friends into a gentle superhuman hug.
“Holy shit guys! How much did you pay for this?”
“That is for my parents bank account to know and for you to not worry about. Let’s set up the popcorn and get this party started!”
As Danny sets up the popcorn Tucker carefully sets up the vhs player, letting out a yelp of surprise when his hand accidentally brushes against the screen.
Sam’s answering cackle fills Danny’s chest and core with warmth, and within no time the three of them are settled in.
“Ok? Ok. Operation May the Fourth is a go!”
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oldsilverblood5 · 4 years
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Lost
Danny thought he was being smart. He remembered where the portal opened. He checked to make sure it was stable enough to last long enough for him to explore and get back safely. He even made sure to stay close enough to it that he could get back in a hurry no matter how much he’d wanted to go further.
The only thing he didn’t account for were the ghost hunters.
Which was kind of silly actually, considering they were the main reason his father wouldn’t let him into the human world.
But they had somehow found out he was there and started chasing him. Now the portal had closed, and he had no idea how to get home.
He was hiding in a tree trying not to cry when he heard a beeping noise. It was the same beeping that followed the ghost hunters, so he peaked out invisibly to try and spot them. But they weren’t there. Instead, there was another little boy. He looked about eight, like Danny, with black hair, dirty clothes, and the beeping metal box the hunters had in his hands.
The boy pointed the thing up, making it beep faster, and looked into the tree with bright blue eyes. “Hello.” He called. “Mister Ghost. Are you there?”
Danny was very confused, and the distraction made his invisibility drop. But he didn’t realise it until the boy looked right at him and gasped. Danny quickly hid himself again, but the boy was talking excitedly now that he’d spotted the one he’d been looking for.
“You’re a kid like me! Mom and Dad didn’t say you were a kid. How old are you?” His curious blue eyes looked somewhere around Danny’s chest now that he was invisible. Danny was too scared and confused to answer the questions, so the kid frowned and looked back at the box. “Oh, is this scaring you?” He pushed a button on the side and the beeping stopped, then he put it in his bag and looked up to the left of Danny’s leg. “I won’t hurt you. I promise. I just want to talk.” He bunched his shoulders up and dug at the ground with his foot. “I’ve never talked to a ghost before.”
Danny slowly flew out of the tree and down. “I’ve never talked to a human before.”
The boy turned his head a little more in the direction Danny’s voice came from, but still not quite meeting his face, so Danny made himself visible.
“Woah…” The boy looked at him with awe, making Danny fidget. He wasn’t used to attention and no one had ever looked at him like that before. “You didn’t answer my question. How old are you?”
Danny floated a little lower to the ground, still wary but he wanted to talk to this new kid. “I’m eight.”
“Woah, you’re younger than me!” The boy looked very excited about that for some reason. “I’m nine.”
Danny smiled at the boy, feeling more at ease around someone close to his age, even if he was a human. “What… What’s your name?” Danny asked shyly. He wasn’t used to meeting new people, and even when he did, they were usually his dad’s friends. This was his first time meeting another kid.
“I’m Danny. What about you?”
Danny blinked at the answer. He’d also never met someone with the same name as his. “D-Danny.”
The boy, or, Danny. Human Danny? Yeah, that’ll work. Human Danny nodded and hummed, not recognising that he’d been given an answer.
“Yeah, that’s my name. What’s yours?”
Danny hunched his shoulders up and looked at the ground. “Danny. Th-that’s my name too.”
Human Danny’s mouth fell open in shock. “We have the same name! That’s so cool!”
Danny watched in confusion as the other boy jumped up and down. He couldn’t understand what was so amazing about them having the same name. But Human Danny looked so happy about it, so he floated down and landed right in front of him.
“Woah…” Now that he was closer, the human went back to staring at him with wide eyes.
“Umm…” Danny played with his fingers. He wasn’t used to having this much attention at all. “Hi?”
Human Danny smiled brightly at him and stuck his hand out, not at all nervous like Danny was. “Hi!”
Danny had seen his father shake hands with people before, so he carefully put his hand in Human Danny’s and they both moved them up and down firmly. Danny smiled when they let go, proud of the successful interaction.
“Danny!” Danny flinched at the call. It lacked the anger it had before, but he recognised the voice.
A hand on his arm made him flinch, forgetting he could turn intangible for a moment, but Human Danny’s voice stopped him before he could try. “Quick, we have to hide!” They moved further into the trees and hid behind a bush while the woman continued to call out. “Danny, where are you? It’s time to go home.”
Danny looked at the human in shock. “Is she looking for you!?”
Human Danny smiled sheepishly. “Yeah. She’s my mom.”
“Your mom’s a ghost hunter!?” Danny almost shouted.
“Uh huh. My dad too.” The boy looked worried and hurt when Danny moved away from him. “I’m sorry. I know they were chasing you earlier. But I won’t hurt you. I promised, remember?”
Danny relaxed after a moment. He did promise. And he’s been nice so far. “Okay.”
Human Danny smiled again and pulled on his bag’s straps. “Also, I took their tracker. So, they can’t find you now. If we’re going home now, that means they gave up.”
Danny was surprised this human would go against his parents like that, but he did disobey his father to come here so maybe he couldn’t talk. He thanked the boy, who smiled proudly, but they both ducked further behind the bush when the woman’s voice called out again, this time sounding a little worried.
“I should go now.” Human Danny said. “And you should go home too. Before they find you again.”
Danny’s face fell as he remembered his situation. “I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Your parents were chasing me around before and they wouldn’t let me back to the portal. It’s closed now and I don’t know where to find another one.” Danny started crying as it fully set in. He was lost. He had no idea how to find anymore portals and he didn’t know his way around the Human World. He didn’t know how to get home and he was going to be stuck here forev-
“We have a portal.”
Danny looked at the human, confused. “What?” He sniffled.
Human Danny put a hand on his shoulder, “It’s okay.” He comforted. “My parents have a portal in the basement. They made it themselves. It can take you into the Ghost Zone and you can go home.”
“R-really?” Danny knew that it was possible to make a portal, his dad had been trying to build one for a while, but he didn’t know that the humans had already made one.
“Yeah.” Human Danny’s face fell from a smile to a frown. “But it might be dangerous getting you in there. They have more trackers at home, and I don’t know how to get in the basement. They have a big heavy door that locks there.” Human Danny put on a determined face and looked right at Danny. “But we’ll figure it out. I’ll make sure you get home, I promise.”
Danny smiled too, “Like you promised not to hurt me?” The human hadn’t broken that promise, so if he said he could get Danny home, then he knew he could.
“Uh huh!” Human Danny looked really proud of himself. “I don’t break promises. ‘Cause that’s just mean.” He wrinkled his nose and frowned. “My friend Dash broke a promise to me once. I don’t talk to him anymore. If you make a promise you gotta keep it.”
Danny lunged forward to hug the human. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, soooo much!”
Human Danny laughed and hugged him back just as tightly. “Okay.” He said when he pulled back. “You’ll have to follow us invisibly, okay? When we get there, I’ll tell them I saw a ghost outside and we can figure out how to get in the basement while they’re gone.”
Danny nodded, excited to be going home. He was going to be staying in his room for a while after this. Getting lost was no fun.
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redrobin-detective · 3 years
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Starlit Vigil
Dannymay Day 4: Stars _____________________________
Everything has a story to it, a tale interwoven into it’s very being from it’s birth to it’s death. Sometimes the mystery of the story is as much a story in and of itself. 
Scientists and researchers can’t say when the constellation first appeared in the night sky. It could be seen above Antarctica, near where the edge of the continent meets the Indian Ocean. It confounded a great many people as stars simply didn’t appear out of nowhere. But these did, slowly over the course of several decades sometimes years apart but two appeared within hours of each other. Each new star, eight in total, had a glistening, almost unnatural twinkle to them. The constellation was named Mnemosyne after the Grecian goddess of memory and the stars eight of her nine daughters, better known as the Muses. 
You’ve always had your eyes turned towards the stars and Mnemosyne in particular had always captured your attention. You can’t really explain what it is about those stars that speak to you. Maybe it’s sheer impossibility of their existence. Perhaps it’s the particular beauty of these stars, sometimes appearing to shift in shape and change colors. Or it could be the story behind the stars, the mystery that couldn’t be solved and so imagination filled in the holes left behind.
They say there was a great king, hundreds of years ago. A king who was powerful and kind and helped create the world as we know it. The land of the dead exists and certain people can interact with those beyond it. Technology and understanding have advanced dramatically and, while no life would ever be perfect, there was a general sense of peace that could felt in this world and the next. This king loved our world so much it’s said he plucked the greatest jewels he could find and placed them in the stars where he could watch over and cherish them forever. It’s a sentiment you can understand. 
You study astronomy in school and when you’re given a chance to travel to the Antarctic Circle to study Mnemosyne, you can’t say yes fast enough. The bitter cold and isolation is a small price to pay to see your favorite constellation up close. Maybe when you see it with your own eyes, you can unravel some of the questions people have been asking over the years. Why the goddess of Memory? Why are the stars named after the Muses but missing the muse of astronomy, Urania? What is the true story behind the supernaturally bright stars that appeared out of nowhere?
It’s hard to sleep during the day, partially because it goes against your normal circadian rhythm but you’re also too excited for night to come. For the stars to come out. You bundle up in the warmest clothes, pack your cameras and notebooks and throw the highest quality telescope you can carry over your shoulder. Arriving at the best site for star gazing, you are so delighted by the clear skies and sparkling stars that it takes you an extra moment to realize that you’re not alone.
At first, you think it’s one of the many researchers conducting studies at the pole but it’s soon apparent that this is someone new. Their hair is stark white, almost appearing one with the blustering wind as it’s blown around. You can’t see what they’re wearing because a thick white cape covers them entirely; it has the consistency of freshly fallen snow. Atop their head floats a crown made of pure, crystalline ice. Your eyes widen behind your protective goggles. The existence of ghosts was common knowledge by now but it’s another thing to see one up close. You turn to leave, before the spirit notices you.
“Don’t leave,” he says quietly but despite the roaring of the wind, you can hear him perfectly clear. “You came to watch the stars too, I don’t mind. Mnemosyne is my favorite.”
“Mine too,” you say back without even thinking. “I would love to know their stories.” The ghost turns to smile at you and his eyes are a bright, glowing green without any pupils or sclera. 
“Come, I’ll tell you about them.” You know you shouldn’t. While most spirits aren’t malicious, this one exudes a power you can’t even imagine. But you find yourself stepping closer anyway. You want to hear the stories of the stars and his smile is the warmest thing you’ll find for miles. Somehow you know this ghost won’t harm you. He points up at Mnemosyne and your twin gazes stare up in wonder. 
“They say souls and stars are made of the same ingredients. When I was a boy, I loved this thought. There was something comforting in knowing that, no matter where I went, that I could carry the stars within me,” the ghost explains, looking at you joyfully. 
“But unlike stars, souls are mortal, impermanent,” he says, his smile turning sad. “So I thought, why not put a soul into a star? Then it could last for eons.” He turns back to the stars with a melancholic expression. “Danielle was the first, my little sister. She was always fragile and after only a decade of life, one day she just broke. Her core was too damaged to become a full ghost so I offered her another way to live on. I took the brightness of her smile and made it into a star, into Euterpe. She was the muse of lyrics and poetry, they say she was the ‘bringer of delight’. It suited Danielle.”
“My enemy died next,” the ghost continues. “He hurt me and, moreover, hurt the ones I loved. But he was the only one who truly understood me. His existence comforted me no matter how much bad blood existed between us. His life was full of misfortune, most of it self-inflicted but his fear of death pulled on my heart. My last move in our battle was to make him a star as well, Melpomene, the muse of tragedy. I put him far away from Danielle, I think he’d hurt her.”
“My parents passed a few decades later,” the ghost whispers. “Mom went first, in her sleep. Dad always followed her example so it wasn’t a surprise when Dad followed her in death before the day was done. They were scientists, I think but they loved me very much. Things were tense, I remember being afraid for some reason but their deaths pained me. They were too fulfilled to become ghosts. I grabbed bits of their essence before it dissipated and made the stars Polyhymnia and Terpsichore, the muses of hymns and dance respectively. They were a perfect couple, partners in everything. A song and a dance, always in time with each other.”
The wind rustles the ghost’s cape, he clutches it as if he is cold. You cannot tear your eyes from the the soft grief on his face. 
“Valerie went next, some sort of illness; I can’t remember the details,” the ghost frowned. “She had no desire to become a ghost, no matter how much I asked her to stay. I am King of All Ghosts and yet I got on my knees and begged for some part of her to keep with me. In the end, I stole a bit of her fading spirit and crafted Calliope, the assertive muse, the author of epic poetry. She shines so brightly up there like she had in life.”
“Jasmine died peacefully in her sleep like our mother. She was always protecting me, even in death. Her devotion to knowledge and my wellbeing kept her by my side for many years but it wasn’t enough to last forever. When her spirit was nothing more than wisps, I took her core and placed Clio with the rest of our family. The muse of history, the proclaimer of great deeds fit my older sister well.”
“Tucker and Sam stayed with me the longest. Tucker went first, a quick death from an aged body followed by years as the playful spirit I always knew him as. Sam, my life and my love, passed the same and was my queen in death as she’d been in life. But love can delay death but not deny it and their spirits needed to move on. I kissed them both, my soulmates and made them into stars. Thalia, the muse of comedy and idyllic poems for the light Tucker brought to me. Erato for Sam, muse of love and its poetry for all that she inspired and gave me.”
You see glowing tears running down his face, he holds his hands out to the night sky. His fingers are curved as if wanting to reach and tenderly brush the faces of people long gone. Only they’re not gone completely. You look at the stars with a newfound appreciation. They are no longer pinpricks of long dead light but people who lived and died and yet still lived on in such beauty. If you look closely, you can almost see them. Brushes of red hair, dark rugged skin, the glint of glasses, a flash of amethyst eyes. 
“There’s no Urania,” you say quietly, the wind tossing them. 
“Not yet,” he says longingly, “but soon. The Zone and the Earth are at peace, they won’t need my protection for much longer. When that happens, my spirit will leave this world and join my loved ones in the stars as Urania.” This ghost has been dead for longer than you’ve been alive, longer than many of your most recent ancestors. But his love can still be felt, still burns high above in the sky for everyone to see. What better eternity is there?
“May I tell their story?” You ask and he only nods in response, not taking his eyes off Mnemosyne. You get the feeling he has forgotten about you, caught up in the light of his loved ones shining down on him, waiting. All at once, you realize how late it is, how cold. You leave to return to the research shelter, to write the history of the miracle constellation. 
The stars made out of souls, crafted by love.
Twelve years later, you are not surprised when you look up and see a ninth star in the constellation of Mnemosyne. It glows brightly, twinkling with the other muses as if in conversation. You can only smile through your tears, so profoundly happy that Urania’s lonely vigil is finally over and they have assumed their rightful place among the stars. 
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coffeecakecafe · 4 years
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DannyMay day eight - lost
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dannys-phantoms · 3 years
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Doorways
DannyMay 2021 Day 5: Doorway
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Sam and Tucker are directed to a special place in the ghost zone, and told to look around. They would never have guessed the things they see.
AKA Danny gets a lair
(Everlasting Trio)
To say that Danny got detentions often would be an understatement. Normally it was something that he could have probably avoided, like by actually doing his homework or not playing on his phone in class, but this time it was different. He’d fallen asleep on his desk – again – because he’d stayed up all night chasing Johnny 13 and his shadow all over Amity Park until all three of them were too tired to continue. And then, of course, when he was finally getting ready to tuck himself into bed, his ghost sense had gone off again. It’s a wonder that kid ever got any sleep.
Lancer had taken one look at him drooling on the desk and that was it, Danny Fenton would be staying late. It made sense, really, because he had an obligation to teach a certain syllabus, and it was obvious that Danny needed something a little more... fine tuned. Even so, Sam and Tucker both were in agreement that it couldn’t have happened at a worse time.
They loved hanging out together even just as a duo, of course. They did it all the time. Three was never a crowd with them, but two was nice as well. When there’s only two, they’d never have to vie for attention, or wonder if they’re somehow third wheeling in their three-way love story.  The reason they were missing Danny was for something else entirely. It was probably something to do with the eight-foot wolfman that had appeared in the middle of Tucker’s room.
He’d just been showing off his latest PDA (she’s called Norah, in case you were wondering) and Sam had been sufficiently engaged (enjoying seeing him happy more than she was actually following the conversation) when three jagged gashes had opened up between them, green and shimmering in the air and tempting a glimpse into the ghost zone. Then, the rift expanded and the creature swung through, landing heavily on his paws.
“Hi, Wulf,” said Sam, hesitantly.
He put a paw on Sam’s shoulder, and Tucker tensed as though he was ready for a fight. They were all friendly enough, of course, but it’s difficult not to be wary with those claws so close to someone’s face.
“Saluton, amikoj,” Wulf greeted, before pushing both of them through the portal he’d just made. “Vi volos ĉirkaŭrigardi antaŭ ol li revenos!”
They landed hard, and before they could look up to ask what exactly he meant, the portal was closed again. If only they’d put more effort into their Esperanto.
It was a wonder they weren’t both sinking through the floor, humans that they were, but Tucker decided not to dwell on it. There were unquestionably going to be weirder things going on here than that.
The hallway itself looked perfectly normal. Green, of course, but normal. They’d been deposited near the top of a set of stairs, and ahead of them were a series of wooden doorways. Under their splayed fingers was soft carpet.
It wasn’t a house they recognised but it quite easily could have belonged to a neighbour, or a schoolmate. It looked so laughably ordinary that they weren’t quite sure what to do with themselves.
The door closest to them creaked back on its hinges, opening a fraction to let a gust of warm wind through. It wavered for a few seconds before gliding almost to a close again.
Sam got to her feet with a sigh and offered a hand to Tucker. After she’d pulled him to his feet, neither of them let go.
The doorway was wooden and grained, looking more like her own kitchen door than one to a ghost realm. She squeezed Tucker’s hand and pushed it open.
She didn’t know what she’d expected, not really, but she knew it wasn’t this. Despite not having been for years, she still recognised the streets of Point Pleasant, West Virginia, deep in the throes of the Mothman Festival.
Nobody knew how much she’d treasured her memories of this place. Nobody except her boyfriends, that is. Even her own parents didn’t know that she dreamed of it almost every night.
It wasn’t a perfect replica of the place. It was as if the architect had merely been told about it, rather than having seen it themselves. Nevertheless, it was enough to have her mouth hanging open. There were pairs of red eyes everywhere, staring at her from every shop front, every costume, every street decoration and even from the foods in the signature Mothman pizza stores and bakeries. The live band was playing eerie music and, when she really stopped to look, she could have sworn that something was watching her from the trees.
If Sam could have chosen a heaven, a place to let her soul spend an eternity, she would have chosen here.
Tucker blinked owlishly behind his glasses. “Sam,” he said, in awe. “Is this...?”
“Yeah,” she replied. “It is”.
The music was pulsing around her, lulling her into a dance. Arms and legs and wings spun from every side as the crowd moved towards the bronze cryptid statue in the centre of the square. She’d not smiled like this for years. It was as if she was delirious. Someone offered her a Mothman lollipop, and she took it without hesitation.
Tucker took it from her gently as she began to wrestle with the wrapper. “It’s too dangerous. We still don’t know what’s going on. This could all be a trap.” He winced apologetically and, even though she tried to argue, she knew he was right.
She steeled herself and took his hand, marching back into the green hallway and pulling the door shut behind her. As soon as the latch clicked, it was silent again.
“Come on, let’s keep going.” Her voice was shaky.
Behind the next door was a meadow lined with trees. Here, it was the middle of spring. The pollen tickled both of their noses, and they quickly retreated before the hayfever could truly set in.
On the other side of the hall was a bright red door. Tucker reached for the handle, but Sam held him back.
“Red means danger, smartypants.”
“Awe, you do care,” he replied jovially. Then, he quirked an eyebrow and sent her the finger guns. “Red also means love.”
She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help her lips quirking in a smile. “I’m being serious, Tuck.”
“As am I.”
He reached forward to open the door, and then immediately stepped back again as he got a wave of vertigo.
They were at the top of a huge drop slide, which was the same shiny red as a circus big top. There were a queue of ghost children lining up, but they all stepped aside, beckoning Tucker to go first.
“Don’t you dare.”
“Sorry, Sammy,” he replied, “but this is just too awesome.”
He sat down on the side and then launched his body forwards, sending it into the oxymoronic state of controlled freefall that left him feeling as light as a bird. It was as though all of his worries were flying from the top of his head. He felt a laugh bubble free and crossed his arms over his chest, equal parts Egyptian mummy and child at a water park.
The drop gradually began to round off, until he slowed down and crashed into a ball pit at the bottom. He’d been falling for what felt like forever.
Sam slid to a stop next to him. “Never, and I mean never, do that to me again.”
Her hair was mussed and her breathing was heavy. He declined to point out that she’d followed after him, even though she’d thought it unsafe. It left a warm fluttering feeling in his belly.  
“I won’t.” He smiled.
The ballpit took off, zooming high into the air until they were at the top of the dropslide again. The sudden motion would normally have made them queasy, or at the least lightheaded, but it didn’t. One second they were at the bottom and the next they were at the top. It was more like the space had moved around them.
Tucker looked longingly at the slide, wanting to go again, but Sam grabbed his hand and pulled him back through the door. It would do no good to linger too long in one place.
The door right at the end of the hallway was glowing around the edges, as though there were nothing but lamps on the other side. Sam made a move towards it. What could this one be? A beachside paradise, perhaps? The light room of a photography studio?
She was inches away from the doorknob when she heard a familiar whoosh. A ghost portal. From the look on Tucker’s face, he’d heard it too.
They looked towards the stairway behind them as it was illuminated in a green glow, gone as quickly as it had arrived. Then, there were whisper-quiet footsteps.
They were both rooted in place. Every instinct suggested they should run, but where to? You can’t hide from a ghost in it’s own lair.
Soon though, a shock of white hair appeared over the banister, then a pair of slouched shoulders clothed all in black.
“Danny?” Tucker said incredulously.
The ghost whipped around, immediately at high alert with an ectoblast ready to go. He only fractionally calmed down when he saw who was there.
“Shit, Tucker? Sam? What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same question,” Sam said dryly.
“I’m not ready for you guys to be here yet. I was waiting for the right time... have you been following me?”
“What?” Tucker said. “Danny, no, of course not. Wulf brought us here. Said something about looking around before ‘he’ comes back.”
Danny slumped, hand on his forehead. “Dammit, Wulf. That’s the last time I trust him with a secret. How much did you see?”
“Not enough for it to make sense,” Sam said, arms crossed. “Where the hell are we?”
Danny sighed, then looked her in the eye. He looked defeated. “Its my lair. Its not done yet, not by a long shot, which is why I didn’t want to show you –”
“Wait, what? I thought only full ghosts could have a lair.” Tucker’s brow creased.
Danny let out a hollow laugh. “Who knows what halfas can do, really? It’s not like there’s enough of us to study. This place is half ghost, like me, so I can touch stuff and walk about , no matter that mode I’m in. I’m guessing you can too. It helps, because it means I don’t fall through the bed.”
“The bed?”
“Yeah, it’s just through there.”
He looked between them to the glowing door, which he pushed open with one finger.
They were standing on the edge of open space. A million stars twinkled around them, piercing the blackness like twinkling diamonds on a velvet curtain. A red carpet rolled out in front of them, connecting the hallway to a larger rug, also floating. Below it was a deep chasm, the void never ending.
Danny floated down the carpet, which was rippling in an invisible breeze, and the others followed. It was surprisingly solid.
The rug at the end was covered with bean bags and blankets, and the biggest bed any of them had ever seen, big enough to fit ten people easily. Danny threw himself on top of the plush quilt.
“This is... I didn’t want you to see it, because I didn’t know what you’d think. I didn’t want to scare you off.”
Tucker laughed. “You’re a ghost. If we were going to get scared off, I think it would have happened already.”
“I guess,” Danny smiled sadly. “But... If you’d known my lair was adapting to the wants of all three of us, you could’ve thought maybe it was getting too weird.”
“Are you kidding me? This place is awesome!” Sam flopped down onto the bed next to him.
“I was thinking of asking you to stay here with me. Not all the time, obviously.”
“That would be cool,” Tucker said, trying to hide how excited the prospect made him.
“Think about it, Tuck,” Danny groaned. “You guys don’t belong here. You’re humans.”
“Okay, so maybe it needs a kitchen and a bathroom fitting, but other than that it’s pretty sound.”
“One of those doors opens into a Tomahawk Steakhouse,” Danny smiled.
Sam put her hand in his supportively. “We love you. We’d follow you to the ends of the Earth and beyond, you know that.”
Tucker sat down next to his partners and took Danny’s other hand.
Danny made a mental note to send a ‘thank you’ postcard to Wulf when he next saw him.
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Let’s Try Something Different This Time - Pt 12 - Scars
Summary: Dan Phantom escapes from that damned thermos. He finds himself in a new timeline, untouched by his carnage and ready to be destroyed. Though ... perhaps he'll find more entertainment doing something else this time.
Or: I write a Dan Phantom fic using the Dannymay prompts for each chapter, just to see if I can. Here we go!
Pt. 1 Pt. 2  Pt. 3  Pt. 4  Pt. 5  Pt. 6  Pt. 7  Pt. 8  Pt. 9  Pt. 10  Pt. 11  Pt. 12
Pt. 13
Read it on AO3 here!
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TW: mentions of child abuse and injuries
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Dan had pretty much given up on hiding himself from Nita. It didn’t seem to really matter now. He had given up on scaring her properly like he had wanted to do, though he didn’t really care all that much. It was just a way of amusing himself anyways and there were plenty of other ways to go about that.
Which was why he didn’t bother hiding himself when he visited the garden that day, even when he saw that Nita was there. He sat in the lowest branches of one of the small trees, idly watching her as she pulled the weeds. She was wearing a tanktop, despite the chill in the air he knew affected the human more than him. It seemed out of place.
He frowned.
“What are those from?” The question left him before he could actually think about it. He winced on the inside but forced himself to keep a straight face. He knew instantly she wouldn’t like it, considering the glare she shot his way, but he also didn’t care too much as long as he got an answer like he wanted.
“Uh, fuck you?”
“Duly noted, but my question still stands. I have a fuck ton of scars because I’m fighting all the time. Last time I checked, you’re not a fighter. I’m just curious.”
She rolled her eyes, returning to her weeding.
“Fine. BUT for every scar I tell you about, you have to tell me about one of your scars. It’s only fair.”
He huffed but nodded.
“Fine. You first.”
She thought for a moment, then pointed to a jagged scar on her shoulder.
“I got this one when I fell off a motorcycle. It was my friend’s, Scott. He was here the other night, the one in plaid.” He nodded. “It was only my second or third time riding it and I fucked up and the payment was my shoulder. Could’ve been worse though. You’re turn.”
Now it was Dan’s turn to think. He wasn’t even sure which ones were visible and which weren’t.
“I have a scar on my hand. I’m sure it’s pretty faint by now, but it used to be pretty bad. I got stabbed through by a sword there.” He looked at the hand in question as he spoke before dropping it and shrugging. “I’ve had worse.”
Nita snickered, shaking her head.
They went on like that for a while. As it turned out, Nita had a lot of scars just from cooking, like burning herself with oil or the oven walls. One time she just grabbed a hot cooking sheet. That one made him laugh. He shared all the ways he had been injured in battle, the ones that were bad enough to leave marks.
Then it was Nita’s turn again and she was struggling. It had been a long pause, thinking intently as she threw away the weeds. Finally, she sighed, sitting in her hammock right next to him.
“Well, I suppose I’m out of normal scars. Time to get into the dark shit. I highly doubt you’ll be bothered by it, Mr. Battle-hardened.” He smirked and shrugged.
“Not a lot can phase me. Go for it.”
She hummed before nodding at herself.
“I have another scar on my arm.” She pointed to it, a dark line that ran diagonally from her wrist to her elbow. He had been wondering about that one. “I got it from a knife. My … ‘mother’, for a lack of a better term, was angry and attacked me with it. I told everyone it was an accident, of course. I said I was running and tripped or something like that. The doctors believed it at least. I was only eight then.”
Ah. It was that kind of dark, then.
“I have a scar across my back. It was the closest I had ever gotten to dying.”
Nita scoffed.
“Aren’t you already dead?”
“Well, isn’t that insensitive.” He said, clearly joking with a smirk on his face.
“Oh shut up.”
“Yes, some ghosts are humans who already died.”
“Some?”
“Would you shut up and let me finish?”
She raised her hands in mock surrender, motioning for him to continue.
“Like I was saying, some ghosts have already died, but all ghosts can be destroyed or fade away. The closest I got to being destroyed was when someone shot me in the back. It was some weird weapon they had made. He had the original blast, which did damage enough, but when I got hit it burned more and sort of ate away at me. I was able to hide how damaging it was and destroy the weapon, but it took a lot out of me.”
Of course, he wasn’t about to admit who had made the gun. It would bring too many questions. Why was he fighting humans? Why had it gotten that bad? What had he done? He was not running away from his past, he was determined not to do that again, but he wasn’t yet ready to share that part of his life with her. He … as hard as it was for him to admit even to himself, he liked her and wasn’t really eager to break whatever odd bond had formed between them.
Nita didn’t ask any questions, though, just nodded, looking thoughtful.
“I have a lot of scars like that. You know, the ‘almost died’ ones. I have this really nasty one on my head, though I’m not sure you can see it with all the hair.” He snickered. Of course he couldn’t. She had ridiculously thick hair. There was no way anyone could see anything through that. “Mother dearest pushed me when I was ten and I smacked it against the concrete. Hard. I don’t really remember what happened after that. I know I got a bit of brain damage, almost bled out. Luckily I got to the hospital before that. Couldn’t talk straight for months.”
“But I think the worst one is on my chest. I was fifteen then and we got into another really big fight. I had enough and called her out on her bullshit. She didn’t like that very much.”
She paused, looking conflicted, her lips pressed thin and brows furrowed.
“She tried to kill me. Couldn’t even pretend it was an accident. She straight up said, ‘I’m going to kill you, bitch’. She stabbed me in the chest. Managed to miss my heart but punctured a lung. I still can’t breathe right and it hurts when I get stressed. She went to jail for that one. I was fucking fed up with trying to cover for her. I thought I had finally gotten rid of her.”
Silence hung between them, heavy, only broken when Dan spoke up.
“You’re mom’s a bitch.”
That managed to get her laughing again, the sort of hard laugh only made when things had gotten dark and someone had made an out of place joke.
“Yeah, she really was!”
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noctilucid · 3 years
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DannyMay Day 10: Shadows
Lots of people think they've seen something moving out of the corner of their eye, only to turn around to a perfectly ordinary room.  It's so close to being a universal human experience that it's become a horror movie cliche.  That's what Tucker tells himself late at night when everyone else is asleep and his room is giving him the heebie jeebies.  He reminds himself how how his eyes are swimming from staring at his screens for so long, and he's so tired that he's starting to doze off sitting up, so really, warped and animistic perceptions are to be expected.  If he got up to turn on the lights, he'd see everything was normal, but he's not eight, so he won't, because everything is fine.  
And really, he's had so many brushes with the supernatural.  Dealing with ghosts is practically his day job.  Compared to that, how scary can a dimly lit room be?  Ghosts are way more dangerous.  They're powerful, stubborn, and temperamental.  They had a reputation for destroying walls and ceilings.  Sometimes they'd even steal your skin for a day or two, real freaky stuff to which he had become blasé.  He liked to think that he didn't scare easily anymore.  He'd even willingly entered a hospital once.  
So why did the shadows behind his bookshelf always make him so uneasy?  
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ghostly-penumbra · 11 months
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DannyMay 2023. Day Eight
"Electric Core AU"
Ao3
Danny put his head in his hands and felt his eyes water.
He allowed his tears to spill over, wanted them to.
Instead he got sparkles the moment saltwater touched his skin. He couldn’t cry anymore since his core developed, taking the shape of what had killed him.
He sighed, letting the sparks keep on going.
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phantomphangphucker · 4 years
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DannyMay Day 17 & 18: Childhood & Horror- Why (It) Wont (It) Burn
FentonWorks is a place of horrible nightmares and two ignored children.
FentonWorks was a place no one wanted to go. No one wanted to pass by. No one wanted to be near. No one want to see it. All the houses around effectively abandoned.
Some whispered about trying to tear the place down or burn it to the ground. No one ever meant it though. Because that meant dealing with it. Dealing with what happened. Dealing with both the what’s and who’s inside.
And no one wanted that even more.
Everyone knew what had happened. Knew the what’s and who’s. Just because they knew doesn’t mean they had to deal with it. Had to even acknowledge it. Sure those two who’s, the little children, didn’t have a choice. But that wasn’t the town’s problem.
Even if no child was to be left behind. Even if children were the future. Even if children were the ones that should always be protected. Even if children were innocent. And sweet. And cute. And special. Even if children were meant to be protected.
That was supposed to be the parents' job. But theirs couldn’t manage that. Not before and certainly not now. Maybe. Everyone chooses to ignore that too. Whether or not the two parents stayed dead or not. No one knew what option would be better.
Just like no one knew how those two children -so young at eight and ten now- had survived there for four years. How they still survived. All alone. Hopefully alone. The town knew they weren’t really alone, but that was better ignored. Because it would be better if they were alone.
Everyone saw the what’s, the things, that fly past windows. Or stick to the glass. Stick their claws, tongues, or eyes under the door. The things that rattle the doorknobs or shake the walls. The echoing snarls, growls, and shrieks.
Everyone ignores when there are screams that don’t echo. Screams that are undoubted human. Undoubtedly small and tiny, from small and tiny bodies. No one talks about those screams.
No one wants to.
Why would they? It would mean acknowledging everything.
The exploded portal. The things it released. The parents it took. And the children it left behind.
The house kept the things contained. Whether the building did that all on its own or the children had a hand in it, no one wanted to know. But it was more than enough to leave the building untouched and still standing. It was enough to simply pretend the children barely existed.
No one was kind to them. No one helped them. But no one hurt them either.
They could walk, crawl, or run through the Casper High halls all they wanted. Could take whatever cafeteria food they wanted, however much they wanted. They could go to the theatre without paying. Or take groceries right out the doors without ever so much as glancing at the checkout.
The children were kept only in people’s subconscious memory and awareness as much as possible, after all. No one would want to interact with them enough to get payment or grade homework anyways.
But there’s somethings that just can’t be ignored. Jasmine, the responsible one. Always the one with groceries. Always the one patching up the twos wounds. Always the one speaking. So often comforting or encouraging or soothing the boy. An older sister, being an older sister.
She wasn’t okay.
There was a lot wrong with her now.
She repeated herself so much. Muttered more than spoke. Shook and shake more often than not. Her cheeks absolutely were permanently tear-stained; and eyes always rimmed red. Skinny where she was once lean. Crispy stringy hair, that was once smooth and hydrated. If anyone dared or considered to ask a professional, they’d say she had lost bits of her mind. Had broken under hardship and torment.
But no one wanted to think about that. No one wanted to know that. So no one asked, and no helped.
Even if the town, on a deep level, were terrified the girl would end her life.
Most terrified for selfish reasons. Maybe the children were all that held the things in the house back. Some because they still cared on principle, children should never die. Others because of the other child. Because of Daniel.
Daniel had become wrong not even months after everything. After the house became intertwined with death and caused it. The only sounds he ever made matched the snarls and growls, merely lacking the echo. He didn’t know how to smile; only how to bare his teeth like a threat. Hands and fingers always held like claws. Hair black and slick, that seemingly dripped like oil but only at a glance. Bone skinny yet with sharp angular muscles clinging to the bone and underneath taught skin. Pale white skin, that seemed to crack and split to leak green sometimes. Intense blue eyes, sharp as ice and sparkling in a way that eyes just shouldn’t.
He moved too fast. Stared too much. Stilled too often and for too long. He just wasn’t human enough.
No one wanted Daniel left all alone. No one wanted to know or have to see, what would become of him. If he’d became even more wrong.
But the thing everyone feared most was that maybe, just maybe, Daniel was more of a what now than a who. Was something that needed to be contained. Was the one thing that house somehow couldn’t contain.
Jasmine still treated him like a little brother. That was something. But considering her questionable mental state, it didn’t mean much. And half the time, the way she hugged him and clung to him, just felt creepy. Like an addict clutching to the drug destroying them. The way that Daniel seemed to not notice or care, didn’t help ease people’s clenching stomachs or grimaces.
What most of them thought was the worst feeling was the intrusive thoughts urging them to raise that house to the ground with all the what’s and both the who’s inside. Cleanse the town.
Everyone could tell when someone’s intrusive thought became something closer to an actual desire. With how that person would stand and stare at the house. Maybe with a weapon or gas or a lighter or a bottle of hard liquor.
No one ever actually tried. Never acted on it. Never fully meant it. Because...
Daniel always knew.
The wind would blow, the curtains inside the front window moving with the wind somehow.
And the child would be there. He’d be staring. He’d always lock eyes with whoever. And whoever would lose their guts.
It was like the boy was daring them to do it. To try it. Whether or not that was a plea or a threat, was another thing no one wanted to think about.
So the house was left alone. The things inside ignored as best as they could be. The two unfortunate children an avoided staple of the town. And everyone hoping it stayed that way.
The day they all had to deal with the fallout of that curs-ed place would be a truly terrible one. But maybe, just maybe, they’d never have to. Maybe those children’s childhood would be enough payment for whatever sin their parents committed at the cost of their lives.
Course nothing can stay the same. Nothing can stay unchanged. And somethings really can’t be ignored.
One of those echoing glowing things had shown up outside of the house.
Everyone had screamed and ran. It was unbridled panic. Panic that had stilled and stared when the boy had suddenly been there too.
Had stared and bared teeth at the glowing thing. Many could have sworn his eyes swirled with green, and white flames licked off his hair if you had looked at him right.
And the thing had shrieked. Had fled.
But wherever the thing went, Daniel was just somehow there. Why the green thing didn’t think to fly up, no one knows. At they certainly weren’t ever going to ask.
Regardless, Daniel had eventually grabbed the thing. And...
He tore It to shreds.
Ripped off chunks and scraps.
The town -or much of it, having been attracted by gossip or the chaos- had watched the small child devour the thing. Devoured one of the things they were all terrified of.
Shoved bits in his mouth and squished it to splatter around his mouth and face with white teeth.
Curled his tongue around smaller bits while tearing big bits apart with bare fingers.  
Had left nothing but faintly glowing smears on the pavement, licking his lips all the while.
The boy was a predator.
And then he spoke with green stained teeth.
“You, good bait”.
The girl had skipped up on shoes not quite the right size. Had wiped his face off with a too-white handkerchief.
“Where’re your manners. Manners. Manners. Manners. Where? Manners where? Messy Danny. Keep you clean. Clean only to be messy again”.
The girl was a caretaker.
He had stuck out his tongue, dripping glowing neon green, at her. Had left that tongue hanging out while glancing around at the crowd and showing all his teeth in a mockery of a grin.
And they knew then. They weren’t letting that house stay standing. Weren’t letting the children live and do as they pleased. The children, Daniel, was letting them stick around him and his house.
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ashboy-3 · 11 months
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Notice Me!
Written for DannyMay day 15 Prompt: Full Hazmat AU Characters: Danny, Sam, Tucker, Maddie, Fenton Family Words:568 Summary: Something terrible happened to Danny when he was 14, but unlike the show he didn't come back
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There is a rumor within the small town of Amity. It’s mostly a secret among the locals and something that they try to not tell outsiders, but a new neighbor could be heard listening to the stories. The children sing their made-up songs about it in the schoolyard. The high schoolers bragging about what they saw, sometimes lying if they have to.
In all of Amity, there was only two who avoided the rumors and the stories as if it was a plague. Like the stories are spewing acid and if they get hit they would burn. Sam Manson and Tucker Foley, the resident losers of the school. They could usually be found with one another, sitting in silence, never saying anything but always together.
If you caught them on a certain day. On two specific days that were special to only one family, you can find them at Fenton Works, the town's resident kooks. The two losers and the Fenton family were the only ones in town that no one talked about when it came to the Amity secret.
The first time someone tried it was a mistake. Maddie was grocery shopping and the cashier just asked her, “Did you hear about the ghost in the black and white hazmat suit? I heard some kids saw him on the roof of your house. Hey don’t you and your husband wear those hazmat suits all the time?” Poor thing didn’t mean to, but Maddie just through a large sum of cash on the counter and grabbed her groceries before breaking down in her car.
When she got home she informed her husband about the story she was told. They spent the next month looking for any sign of the ghost that the cashier was talking about, but for leading experts, they couldn’t find anything.
The first time Sam and Tucker heard about the rumors they were in class, waiting on the bell to ring, as students were in their groups gossiping. They didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the group was talking so loud that they had no choice but to listen. “Did you hear that some middle schoolers found a ghost in the forest? He had this full hazmat suit on!” 
“No way really!? I heard that you can’t see his face!”
“Well I heard that they saw a glimpse and he looked to be about our age,” the three whispered to each other as Sam and Tucker looked at each other and nodded.
The two spent three months searching the forest, stealing tech from the Fentons to try and find the ghost, but none was ever found. 
By the time the family and Sam and Tucker had gotten together, it was six months after Sam and Tucker had heard the rumors. Seven months since their best friend died in a lab accident. Eight months since his parents started to build the portal.
They had gathered at the grave that was built just for the boy, everyone brining flowers and small presents, but none could see the black and white ghost with no face begging to be seen. Begging to be noticed by his friends and family. Screaming that he was okay! That he was right there in front of him! 
It was officially six months since Danny Fenton died and on this day with his family and friends gathering around his day he would be turning fifteen.
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dannymayevent · 4 years
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@coffeecakecafe Great work on completing the full Dannymay daily calendar! Your art is amazing, thank you for all your hard work for this event! It wouldn’t have been the same without you!
This fic was written by @phandom-phriend based on your day 15 work: Favorite AU, with some of your day 11 Doctor sprinkled in at the end
*Spoilers for season 1 episodes 5&6 of MHA
Mentions of blood and injury
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A pale teen with white hair and green eyes stands just outside of the UA gates. Only a few inches from where the sidewalk turns into the bricks of the school's entrance way. This isn’t a rare sight, seeing as almost all new students come to gawk at the large building where pro heroes are made. Where futures are built. Where dreams become reality.
But the boy standing there now isn’t silent from admiration. He doesn't appear to be concerned with the building at all, as if it were just like every other one on the street. No, this particular student seems to be thinking about leaving. As if weighing the option in his mind of whether or not continuing would be worth the effort. After all the work it took to even get to this point and with hundreds of other students willing to do anything to take his spot, you would think the choice to be easy. That the only logical thing to do would be to step forward and embrace the future that awaits inside the walls of UA.
But instead the thin, pale teen takes a step back. And then another. But it seems that fate has other plans as another boy, who seems to be around his age, crashes into his back and sends him forward the few steps he needed to cross into the official boundary of the school. He turns around, not angry at the push or sudden intrusion of his… escape. Merely curious. There are all sorts of people, you never know who you will run into. Or, well, who will run into you.
“I-I-I’m sorry!” the boy with green hair stutters apologetically, arms flailing about with nervous energy. “I wasn’t looking where I was going and I should have been and I’m-”
The boy with hair as white as the clouds above them catches the others hand gently and shakes it, as if that was what the other was intending all along. “I’m Danny, nice to meet you.”
“Oh! Uh- nice to meet you too! My name is Midoriya Izuku!” he seems shocked at the american name of the other, but doesn't comment on it and Danny doesn't explain. That would be a story for another day.
“Yes, you are quite a legend with your entrance exam. I’m excited to be learning with you.” Danny smiled “What class are you in?”
“Oh! Uh, t-thank you!” the shorter of the two blushed from the praise, not seeming to know how to take the compliment and quickly moving on to the next part of the conversation “I’m in class 1-A. What...what about you?”
Danny smiled kindly and began walking towards the steps of the school building with a confidence and purpose he didn’t have mere moments ago. “Me too, let’s go together.”
--
Once the two of them reached the large door of the 1-A classroom, Danny let himself fade into the background of all the chatter. It appears that Izuku is trying to warn him about some of the other students in class, but he pays that no mind, simply staying beside him and nodding along. Not that he doesn't trust the other, more along the lines that he knows he can handle whoever they are if push comes to shove. So for now he simply nods as if the information is helpful and interesting. That is, until a figure with awkward footsteps makes his way over to them and begins to introduce himself. Iida, it seems, with Izuku responding in kind. When the blue haired teen turns his gaze to him, Danny realizes he is the one in the spotlight now.
“I’m Danny.” he smiled politely to the other.
The taller seemed thoughtful for a moment, as if trying to remember something. But he eventually gives up that train of thought and turns his attention to the girl now standing next to Izuku. The nice and warm atmosphere doesn't last much longer however, as a man in a yellow sleeping bag in the middle of the hall speaks up to gather their attention before standing upright and removing himself from the confines of the sleeping bag. The older man pulls a gym uniform from inside the bag and announces to the class to get dressed and to meet in the playing field.
It seems that this will be an interesting first day after all.
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Now changed and ready to go, the entirety of class 1-A now stands in the center of the UA’s physical education field as Aizawa, their homeroom teacher, begins to explain what will be happening today. A Quirk Apprehension Test. Something that seems to not have been allowed in middle schools across the country, making students use their own strength without the help of a quirk in order to even out the playing field.
But of course, because this is the hero course at the hero school, there’s a catch. Whoever scores the lowest in all eight sections is to be expelled… not that Danny is really worried about that, per say. Where he lacks in physical strength he makes up with the power flowing in his veins. Just applying them to these tests should be enough to at least score somewhere towards the middle.
However…
Looking at all the faces of the students around him Danny can’t help but to feel… bad. One of them would be going home tonight, expelled from a course many can only dream about and chances are Danny wouldn’t ever get the chance to properly meet them. It isn’t fair to be crushed while so young. But there’s nothing Danny can do aside from losing these tests on purpose, but that just isn’t an option right now. So instead he offers a steady hand on the shoulder of Izuku. The green haired teen seems more worried than determined, but when he looks back over his shoulder with a smile, Danny couldn’t help but to return it and put his confidence into the boy. Everything would work out fine.
--
Everything is, decidedly, not fine. While Danny himself was able to do well in the dash and long jump while lacking on the strength grip and side steps, it seems his new… friend? Izuku has been struggling in all categories. He had seen the others exam, knew that there was power hidden within him. But for whatever reason the other didn’t seem to be able to use it.
As the class made their way back out to the P.E fields for the official ball toss, Danny stepped close to his curly haired classmate. “Bad day?”
The other teen sighed “It’s… complicated.”
Danny nodded “I understand that. It’s hard enough being a teenager with power at your fingertips, and this is certainly a stressful first day.”
“Yeah…”
“I saw the video of your entrance exam. And no matter what happens today, you are already a true hero. If nothing else, you can believe that.”
The shorter one looked up at him with wide, dark green eyes “Really…?”
“Of course!” Danny grinned “A real hero can’t be solely defined by tests like this. It’s the actions that matter. This place,” he said gesturing to all of UA with his arms “Is just a stepping stone to getting that “pro” title. In my eyes, you’ve already earned the title of hero when you went after that machine.”
Aizawa spoke up before Izuku could say anything in return, calling Danny to the field for his turn at the ball throw. Without hesitation the white haired teen took the ball and made his way to the painted circle. He had been thinking on what to do for this ever since the demonstration with Katsuki, but standing there now, he felt that the answer wasn't as complicated as he thought it was before.
“You might want to cover your ears!” he called back with a wink, only a few students took his advice. Their loss...
Danny throws the ball upwards into the air and takes a deep breath. Before it even has the chance to begin its descent back down, the halfa releases his ghostly wail, the shock waves sending the ball flying outwards while, thankfully, not destroying it. Leave it to UA to make sturdy products for their students.
Eventually the ball lands and Aizawa holds up his phone, broadcasting the number of 650.4 meters. Not bad, considering it is the first time he has even tried to use his power like this. The other students' faces seem to be overly shocked as he steps back to his place next to his green haired friend, but this is fine. He’s used to attention one way or another by this point, so the eyes that follow him don’t mean much.
“That was awesome!” the boy next to him cheered. “What kind of quirk do you have?! How have I not asked you before?! You have such a range of skills! I saw you flying earlier! How-”
Danny just smirks, eyes flashing a brighter green for just a moment. “Hmmm… who knows?” he says playfully, bumping his shoulder into the other teens in a friendly manner.
--
That night all the students begin to head home with light hearts and tired bodies after finding out the expulsion rule was all a ruse to bring out the best in everyone. Danny can’t help but to be glad, seeing as that means his new companion is safe to continue learning for another day. He can see it in the others eyes, the dazzlement and determination of just being within the walls of UA. Seeing that light go out… isn’t something Danny wants to see if he can help it.
Some students head off to the dorms, others to their homes. Danny himself goes to an apartment building not far from the school and enters using his key. It’s quiet, but not silent when he enters. The hum of the TV and the footsteps in the kitchen bring a homey feel rather than the quiet emptiness of what this place once was.
Sam appears in the doorway as Danny takes off his jacket and tie. Wearing a uniform is still new to him, and not a change he can really say he likes, but he’ll get used to it. It’s just clothes after all. The goth smiles teasingly “So how was your first day of school? Learn anything interesting?”
“Har har.” Danny replied with a roll of his eyes. “Everything went fine, mom.” he takes off his shoes before transforming back into Fenton, into his human half. He is getting used to being his ghostly self mostly full-time now. At first even a whole day was too much to handle, making him feel nauseous and off balance. But after some training it became easier and easier to be changed for longer and longer. Still, it is nice to be reunited with his back hair and blue eyes. Sam keeps saying he’s just as pale in both forms, but Danny likes to think he has more life to him this way.
“Well, mister. It’s about time to get that wound of yours cleaned.”
Before he can say anything, Sam is already making her way down the hall. With a sigh, Danny makes his way into the bathroom instead of his to his bedroom. He’d love to change, maybe get a shower, but his friends are pretty insistent on this whole “cleaning your wound everyday” business. Crazy.
Tucker comes in a moment later in his sleepwear and pulls out the first aid kit. His sleeping schedule has been all over the place since the trio arrived here. Creating fake ID’s and documentation as well as keeping up to date online to make sure that no one had found them or figured them out became a full time job for the other, only getting sleep what seemed to be every once in a while. 
“I’m sorry, Tuck. I didn’t know you were asleep. I would have done it myself.”
Tucker laughs as he sits next to his friend on the side of the tub, motioning for Danny to take off his shirt. He complies. “Oh, please. We both know you wouldn’t do anything about it if left on your own.”
It was Danny’s turn to laugh as Tucker began to remove the gauze. “Well, you got me there.”
Underneath all the bandaging and gauze, the wound is still as bad as when he first got it all those months ago. A ghost had come with a cursed weapon, planning to take over Amity as all new ghosts usually do. While Team Phantom had been able to apprehend the ghost and gave them to Walker to deal with, it wasn’t without injury. Danny had been stabbed with the cursed spear in the shoulder right before the weapon could be destroyed.
The wound itself wasn’t too bad, in a sense. The pain is now dull as long as he is careful, and it had stopped bleeding after that first day. But the marks that almost look like a lichtenberg scar, criss crossing over the skin of his shoulder in a jagged maze-like pattern, started to spread. After some research and talking with Pandora, it was said that there would be a ghost here in Japan that could help. Hence the whole hiding in plain sight shtick. UA seemed to have some of the most powerful heroes and gained a lot of attention on both sides, so it was only a matter of time before he was enrolled with his “Death Mirage quirk”.
“Any luck in finding them? The ghost that can help?” Tucker asked as he rubbed disinfectant on his shoulder to keep germs and bacteria at bay.
“No, my ghost sense never went off. But it is a big building and I was outside most of today.”
Tucker nodded as he began to wrap new, clean gauze over his shoulder. Really, Danny was lucky the gym uniform covered it all. But he would most likely have to look into heavy duty make-up soon if the scars continue to spread.
Especially considering that while he’s a ghost it glows.
And yet, as Tucker packs his things away Danny can’t help but to look at the sunset out of the small bathroom window. All the colors are so bright and vibrant, illuminating the sky before night settles in. It really is no different from the ones he’s seen back home, but it brings a smile to his face either way. He can’t help but to think that he will enjoy his time here, even in these circumstances. He can picture himself now, flying above the tall buildings, looking at the stars. Maybe he could even bring his new UA friends along, show them a view from the clouds. He may not be here long, so it’s best to make the most of his time spent here, right?
There are good things coming on the horizon. He can feel it.
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Dannymay Day 4: Science
When Danny decided to go to Amity Park College and major in Ecto-Science, his parents were thrilled. Thanks to them, the bachelor’s program was now available, and ghost experts from around the world joined the faculty to teach in the groundbreaking department. His parents were even happier when Sam and Tucker joined the program, although they were double majoring in English and Computer Science respectively. Danny didn’t want his friends to one-up him, so he added astrophysics to his majors, hoping one day the ghosts would stop coming around and he really could become an astronaut.
The first day of college was frightening for the trio as they were part of the first class of the Ecto-Science department. A total of five students joined the program, the other two students being Casper High classmates Wes and Nathan. The five students walked into the lab and glanced at one another.
“Of course, you three joined this program. Is this just to play another trick on me?” Wes huffed.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Wes. My parents created this program; you didn’t think they were going to make me major in it?” Danny replied. He shook his head and finally took a seat. Sam and Tucker sat on either side of him. Nathan sat behind the trio, and Wes moved to the opposite side of the room from the other students. Their professor walked in as the five were settling down.
“Salve my ecto-scientists. I am Dr. Michelangelo Capaldi, and this is Introduction to the Ecto-Sciences. For a little about me, I was born and raised in Italy, did my early studies there in biology, and then came to American university to become a Doctor of Biology. I have been studying ghosts for the last thirty years, peró no one believed my research due to the lack of belief in the specters. Thanks to Dr. and Mr. Fenton and their groundbreaking work in ecto-science and ecto-biology here in Amity, we have been able to actually share ghost experiments and studies.
“Now, since we have such a small group, I assume we will become very close. I will start out role call and probably do so for the first two weeks. When I say your name, please stand up and tell me one thing you look forward to learning throughout your studies here. First, Westerly Weston.”
“Um, firstly, I go by Wes. And, uh, I’m looking forward to learning ghost tracking and trapping. I would love to catch Phantom,” Wes finished while glaring at Danny, who shrugged.
“Well, Mr. Weston, those are some big goals. That is very advanced information you want that is not in the curriculum until your third year. Anyway, Nathan Thames?”
“That’s me sir,” Nathan stuttered out as he stood. “I’m looking forward to learning about the different type of ghosts and how they form.”
“Very good, Mr. Thames. That shows a true passion for ecto-science. While tracking and trapping is important to gather the information, wanting to learn it is what causes us to enter the field in the first place. Next, Samantha Manson.”
“It’s Sam, never Samantha. I want to learn about ghost safety and conservation. It’s important to care for our subjects, not just studying them.”
“Miss Manson, you seem to be quite a fiery one. We don’t have as much on hat topic, but that sounds great for your independent study your fourth year. Now, Tucker Foley?”
“Hello, Dr. Capaldi. I’m looking forward to learning how to incorporate technology into learning about ghosts. I’ve already made sketches of new humane contraptions to help with examining them.”
“Thank you, Mr. Foley. You seem to have good ideas that will help you in second year courses. Now, for our final student, Daniel….Fenton? The Fentons’ kid is in our class? What else could you possibly have to learn?”
“Yeah, I’m Danny. They’re my parents. I’m curious about learning more about the Ghost Zone and what the ghosts do when they aren’t in our realm.”
“Interesting thoughts, Mr. Fenton. However, no one has been in the Ghost Zone to examine it and gather a lot of detail, and we would not send an inexperienced student in there, so perhaps information to gather when you’re an established ecto-scientist.
“Now, for our first class, I won’t lecture you, I won’t treat you like elementary children and read the syllabus word for word, I won’t even keep you the whole time. I just want you to think about ecto-science, why you’re here, if you have passion and drive, if you know you’ll succeed, if you truly want to succeed. I know you all have a secondary major, but something brought you to this major. You’re all dismissed.”
Nathan and Wes left immediately, probably heading to their next class. The next ecto-science class wasn’t until one, and the trio had a break until Sam went to class at 10, Tucker went to class at 11, and Danny went to class at 12. This eight am class was going to be a very interesting stat to their days.
“So, what are your thoughts on Dr. Capaldi?” Sam asked.
“The dude gives me the creeps…Is he secretly a ghost?” Tucker asked.
“My ghost sense didn’t go off, but there is something weird about him. My parents have never talked about this guy, but I’ve met the rest of our professors before during some conference or dinner before. I’m going to ask my parents about him later…” Danny trailed off. This was going to be a very interesting start to their studies in ecto-science.
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DannyMay Day Twenty Eight: Diner
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“Hey Val! How’s it going?” Phantom asked loudly, throwing open the doors to the Nasty Burger. Valerie, who was manning the cash register, didn’t even look up.
“Well I have this headache that comes and goes, and would you guess what?”
“What?” Valerie finally looked up, making eye contact with Phantom.
“It just came back.”
“That’s no way to treat a customer.”
“You’re dead. Can you even eat?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have money?”
“Also yes.”
“Ugh. Fine. What can I get you today?”
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“You went as Phantom?” Sam whisper-shouted. Tucker looked just as shocked.
“It’s three in the morning. Way less suspicious than going as Fenton.”
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