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gonesquid · 7 years

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Blood Blossom Tea

Hey all, I got @bloodblossomtea for my exchange! He’s a fic based on this picture. Honestly all their art is beautiful it was so hard to choose and you should follow them.

“Good morning sweetheart!” Maddie smiled at her drowsy son as he stumbled down the stairs. “You’re up early…” she glanced outside at the sun, already almost to its peak in the sky, “well, early for you, at least.”

“Mornin’ Mom.” Danny yawned as he made his way over to the kitchen table, plopping down into the hard plastic chair. “Mornin’ Dad.”

“Hey, Danny-boy! Got any big Sunday plans?” His dad asked, shoving a forkful of sausage into his mouth.

Danny blinked for a few seconds, before turning to answer, “Well, Sam, Tucker and I are going to--...”

“Great! So you’ll have no trouble helping me out with my new invention in the lab all day!” Jack interrupted, slathering a piece of toast with jam.

Danny just sighed, grabbing a pancake off the stack his mother had sat in front of him.

“Jack, sweetie, I think Danny was saying he has plans with his friends today,” Maddie walked over from next to the stove, setting three mugs down onto the table, one in front of each of them, “so he can’t help us, at least not today.”

Jack frowned. “And with Jazzy staying at college over to summer for extra classes, it’s been so hard to get help in the lab. Are you sure you don’t want to spend a nice summer Sunday helping out your old man?”

Danny just stared at his dad. “Uh, no Dad. It’s summer. Sam, Tucker, and I are going to head out to the water park. It’s supposed to be the hottest day of the year today.” Danny looked down at the steaming mug Maddie had placed down in front of him, confused expression coloring his face. “And uh, speaking of hot, what’s up with the tea, mom? Isn’t that more of a winter drink? And since when do you drink anything other than coffee?”

Maddie lifted her own mug in response. “A colleague recommended it to me! She makes all of her own teas, so I special-ordered this from her. It’s supposed to be very good for you.” She blew on it, cooling it off, before taking a small sip.

“Smells delicious, Maddie!” Jack raised his mug, gulping his tea down. “Kind of tastes like the outdoors.”

Danny leaned over the top of his mug, letting the steam drift over his face. The heat of it tingled his skin when it brushed over his face, almost as if he were getting a minuscule amount of shocks. The tea itself smelled almost sickly sweet and flowery. Danny was reminded of the gum Jazz had received from their Aunt Alicia, homemade lavender and rose. She had pretty much chewed it for a week straight, and Danny had gotten so sick and tired of the stuff he ended up sneaking into her room one night and phasing it into her floor.

But there was something else, Danny realized, lurking just under the smell of flowers and herbs, a kind of tangy, like copper or a thunderstorm. He leaned back and eyed it from a distance. “I don’t know, mom. Smells kind of weird.”

“Oh, come on Danny, at least try it? What’s the harm?” Maddie reached across the table and pushed it a little closer to him.

Danny looked up at his mom as she gave him an encouraging smile while sipping her own tea. “Fine.” Danny grumbled. “I’ll try your weird tea.” He picked up the mug, hesitating again once he brought it to his lips. There was something, like a tugging in his gut, this bad feeling as he placed his mouth to the rim, something telling him to back off, and back off now.

“That’s the spirit, son!” Jack exclaimed, clapping Danny on the back, and forcing the teen to take a gulp. Danny swallowed in shock, the steaming tea burning as it raced down the back of his throat.

“Agh, hot!” He cried, sticking his tongue out and slamming the cup down on the table, some of the liquid splashing out, recoiling as some of the tea hit his hand.

Maddie glared at her husband. “Jack.” She said pointedly.

Jack glanced at his wife. “Oh, sorry Dan-o! Little too hard there, eh?”

Danny glared at his dad as heat pooled into his cheeks, flushing his face in response to the burn. “Yeah. Just a little.” He glared at the offending beverage, but something was wrong. That little feeling, down in the pit of Danny’s stomach started to grow stronger.

Something was wrong, Danny knew it immediately. He slowly looked down in horror at his hand, as his fingers spasmed and twitched. A patch of red skin blossomed on his skin, spreading out from where the liquid drops had spilt, splashing from the hastily dropped cup. Electric shocks traveled like needles down his fingers, moving them uncontrollably as red-mottled sickly green skin began to appear in raised welts.

Panicked, Danny looked up at his parents. “Uh… Mom? Dad?” Was all he managed to say before he felt his entire body tense, that same electric pain shooting through each nerve ending, and he collapsed, falling off the chair and onto the floor.

Danny knew what electricity did to a body, he had felt it before, inside of the portal. He still had the scars to prove it, or at least he did in ghost form. But this was something completely different that what the ghost portal had did. It was as if Danny’s insides suddenly wanted to be on the outside, and decided the quickest way to do that was directly through his skin. He coughed, and could taste the distinctive acid of ectoplasm, forcing itself from his lungs and stomach.

Whispers blurred past stuffed ears, and Danny was sure that his ghostly blood was leaking from there too, at this point. “Danny!” He could hear the panicked yells of his parents, chairs scraping and leaping to feet. “Some… allergic reaction!” “Good God… what… done this?” he could sense the very human fear of his parents at his side, and his ghostly core reached out for anything to grasp onto, any flicker of energy he could reach.

His mother grabbed his arm, and Danny let out a garbled screech as she came into contact with his dissolving skin, and she recoiled. “Jack, quick.” Her words clanged and echoed, a bell ringing in the fog of Danny’s head. “Salt water, we need salt water.”

Each intake of each breath quickly became more and more difficult, and Danny could feel the spasming working its way into his chest, restricting each rise so that he gasped, no longer of his own volition but seemingly in time to the electricity that plagued the rest of his body. The green spots in his eyes, his own ectoplasm, Danny assumed, were quickly overtaken by black as he felt the lack air threaten his consciousness.

Two fingers grabbed either side of his jaw, forcing it down and open, and Danny screamed. Something hot was forced down his already raw throat, and he quickly swallowed, only forced down by the pressure in his chest. It burned, salt grating into the raw wounds in his throat as the blood blossom tea ate away at his esophagus, but it did the trick. It made it’s way down and into Danny’s stomach, expelling the poisonous substance as he retched, cradled in his mother's arms.

“Oh god, Danny? Danny!” Danny could feel the light pressure as his mom gently rocked his head back and forth, pulling on his eyes to keep them open. “Danny, you stay with me! Jack, get the--...” but her words trailed off as Danny sank into unconsciousness, world and pain fading to a blissful black.

#dp #danny phantom #bloodblossomtea #dp fic/art exchange #squid ink #i write #my writing #uhhhhh what do i usually tag this stuff as #squid fic #fic #something #here have a writing

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halfaqueen · 7 years

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Ghost Gabber

Summery- every insult hides fear

A/N my part for the DP art/fic exchange for @greeneyeswhitehair , 1054 words (according to word)

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“I am a ghost. Fear me” the ghost gabber droned on, the monotone female voice grated on Danny’s ears

“Ugh, I wish I could just destroy you” Danny’s grip on the offending device tightened,

“Ugh, I wish I could just destroy you. Fear me” it seemed to mock him, for a split second he contemplated crushing it right then and there. But no, his parents would just build a new one. Danny sighed, and started to walk towards the staircase that leads out of the lab. A sudden burst of cold ran up his spine and out his mouth, turning his breath a misty blue. Danny froze, a wave of dread washed over him.

“Daniel” The voice only served to confirm his suspicions Danny turned around to face Vlad.

“Daniel. Fear me” the gabber repeated. He felt a chill curl in the middle of his chest, ready to transform any second. But it stopped when he realized the elder halfa before him was not in ghost form. However Danny did not let his guard down

“What do you want?” the young halfa hissed out.

“What do you want? Fear me” the gabber repeated, pulling the gaze of the two for no longer than a split second. Then their eyes connected again, each pair sharp with tension.

“I have come to propose a truce” Vlad spoke

“I have come to propose a truce. Fear me” The repeat from the device still lying on the table set the words into Danny’s mind. He stood straighter, holding what he hoped was a more intimidating posture.

“A truce? Never thought I’d see the day” A smirk formed on Danny’s lips

“A truce? Never thought I’d see the day. Fear me”

“An oversight on yours” a matching expression found its way on Vlad’s face, reveling the sharp incisors that served as a reminder of the man’s other half.

“An oversight on yours. Fear me” the gabber’s droning went unnoticed by the two.

“I’d say you’ve made more oversights than me, Vladimir”

“I’d say you’ve made more oversights than me, Vladimir. Fear me” the mocking use of his full name did not go unnoticed to the older halfa

“And who started that prank war?” Vlad’s eyes shone with a mischievous spark Danny is all to familiar with

“And who started that prank war? Fear me”

“And who was petty enough to continue it?”

“I regret that. Fear me” the change in the gabber went unnoticed by the two, still pre-occupied by their argument.

“I believe we both had a hand in continuing that fiasco”

“I also regret escalating the circumstances. Fear me”

“Aren’t you supposed to be the responsible adult here, old man?”

“I was not thinking as I should have been. Fear me”

“Do NOT call me old man” Vlad’s voice rose, combating both the largely ignored devise and the intensity of the argument

“I fear losing everyone to age in my immortality. Fear me”

“What’s the matter? Do you pull something getting out of bed?”

“I try not to think of my possible immortality. Fear me”

“Get thrown into any buildings lately?”

“I am scared you will advance me in power. Fear me”

“How about I throw you into one” Danny took a step towards him, Vlad did the same

“I am scared I will get so powerful that I will lose control. Fear me”

“Why don’t I do the same to your father?”

“I am angry that he married the woman I love. Fear me”

“I’ve seen other timelines! SHE WOULD NEVER BE HAPPY WITH YOU!” they both froze, letting a tear well up in Danny’s eye.

“I fear Halfas are incapable of being in relationships with humans. Fear me” both halfas turned to the Ghost Gabber, only now noticing how it repeated the truth spoken behind the quips

“Other timelines?” Vlad asked carefully, after walking over to switch the offending device off. Danny sighed before telling.

“I tried to go back in time once to stop you from gaining your powers. It worked, for the most part. i pushed you out of the way, but Dad got hit instead. And you pushed Mom out of the way. I went to the present day, and you and mom where married. But she wasn’t happy; you tried to make her give up ghost hunting, But she couldn’t, she wouldn’t! I managed to tell her about this reality. She told me to make sure it happened.” Danny finished, rubbing his arm with his hand.

“You fear we are incapable of being in relationships with humans?” Vlad attempted to clarify what the gabber had stated.

“You’re not the only one with girl troubles.” Danny laughed hollowly, “I dated Valerie. But she didn’t want me to get caught up in her ‘job’” Danny confessed. Vlad joined in with the small ironic laughter, the escalating false merriment of the situation brought small tears to their eyes. When it died down, they both ended up sitting on the tiled floor of the lab.

“Ya know, when you think about it, my parents are the only reason where enemies” Danny leaned back, leaning on his hands as he looked at the older halfa.

“It is, isn’t it” Vlad agreed.

“We’re both just two guys who can’t figure out whether we’re ghosts pretending to be humans or just freaky people with freaky powers” Danny laughed again, reaching up to clear the tears clogging up his vision.

“…I guess this is a truce?” Vlad asked, getting up and extending a hand to help Danny up as well.

“Guess so, V-man” Danny gave another chuckle at the nick-name, and took Vlad’s offer of help.

“You should go, my parents are going to be home any second and you suddenly appearing over here with no prior warning is gonna raise an eyebrow.”

Vlad sighed “I suppose so. Goodbye.”

“See ya later I guess” Danny started towards the staircase.

“Yes, later.” Vlad agreed

As Danny disappeared up into the house, Vlad was left alone. He spared a few seconds still looking at the place the younger Halfa had left. He finally tore his gaze away from the staircase and transformed, intangibly and invisibility leaving the house just as the Fenton RV pulled into the driveway. And took off, speeding towards his mansion, a new spark in his old heart.

#danny phantom #dp fic/art exchange #dp fic/art exchange 2017 #Danny Fenton #Vlad Masters #Fanfic from a blog

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polyrhyme · 7 years

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Valerie stared at the newspaper clipping shove in between her notes. Phantom was grinning from the black an white pitcure, giving a peace sign. She grabbed a pen, scribbled in his hair.

Her arch-rival disappeared, and her friend grinned at her.

I got @shadowofthelamp for the DP fic-art exchange and I drew a scene based on this fic. I hope you enjoy it!

#danny phantom #dp fic/art exchange

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actualdannyfenton · 7 years

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My fic/art exchange to @captainiamalmosthuman

I drew Danny’s full hazmat suits from their fic Masks

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp fic/art exchange #au #dp au #full hazmat suit #my posts #my art

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hashtag-art · 7 years

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There were days when Sam happily hid away in their room with their binder, tripp pants and a heavy leather jacket. But also, there were days when they would decide, as they were getting ready for school, that they would pull on fishnet stockings and fucking 4-inch heels, because why the Hell not?

My piece for the DP fic/art exchange, for @red-dragon173 based on this fic! When I read this bit in particular I thought, “oh hell yeah, I wanna draw them in those outfits.”

#danny phantom #dp fic/art exchange #sam manson #also it's transparent if that's a thing that you like!#hashtag art

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sandy-sketches · 7 years

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It’s time!!! Here’s a drawing for @ghostlymun based off their SUPER AWESOME (and super sad) fic over here!! Thank u for making me cri

#dp fic/art exchange #danny phantom #dp #clockwork #danphan #digital #fanart #gift #sandy sketches #AAA i still sob whenever i think about it

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bouhoue · 7 years

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Feeling Gray

Litle one-shot for @actual-cat-kat! It’s not as polished as I’d like it to be, so I’ll probably post it again later. Enjoy!

The Red Huntress was just getting back from a long night of ghost hunting. She was flying on her overboard slowly, enjoying the feeling of the wind through her suit and contemplating the beautiful night sky. And then she heard it, just as she flew past the park. The crying. Due to the regular ghost attacks, it wasn’t rare to see a kid getting separated from their parents in the panic, or to find one that had hidden somewhere in hope of not getting noticed by the spectral entities. Valerie wasn’t sure what a kid would be doing outside at this hour, but some of the most brutal ghost attacks could have left an adult or a teenager wounded too. Valerie, being far from heartless, couldn’t just walk away from someone crying alone into the night. She had to make sure that person was okay.

After doing a quick visual check of the park and seeing nobody, Valerie slowly turned toward the wooded part of the park. The trees in this part were dense, and the forest was criss-crossed by paths. In the center of the forest was a lake crossed by a bridge where Valerie often went to feed the ducks with her father when she was young. Still flying her overboard, Valerie decided to follow the sounds of the crying, which were getting louder and louder as she carefully followed the path.

She finally found herself at the edge of the lake area. At that point, she could hear the crying, no, the sobbing, perfectly. It sounded masculine, and older than a child’s. But mostly, it sounded heartbreaking. There was sobbing, hiccupping, weeping. Still not close enough to the edge of the forest to actually see the lake, Valerie paused. Clearly the person crying wasn’t a child, and the person didn’t sound like she was in any physical pain. But psychological pain? Well, that wasn’t really her cup of tea. Plus, the Red Huntress never really chit-chatted with anyone. That would put her in too much risk. But at the same time, she just couldn’t leave. Valerie had a physical need to make to crying stop. To know that the stranger was ok.

After pondering on the issue for a minute, Valerie decided to just remove her suit and go. The Red Huntress wasn’t a talker, but Valerie Gray could be. She took a deep breath, and finally walked out of the tree line. What see saw made her stop instantly. Sitting on the bridge crying his eyes out was Phantom. The Phantom. The bane of her existence. Sitting there. Crying like a baby. Wait… crying?

The ghost boy normally smug face was now distorted in an ugly grimace. His cheeks were covered in tears, which he was wiping with the back of his hands every once in awhile. His shoulders were hitching up and down to the rhythm of his sobbing. His face was facing downward, and his legs were dangling on the edged of the small bridge.

When she saw him, Valerie reflexes kicked in. She fumbled with her backpack to get an ectogun out. The noise alerted Phantom, who turned to look at her. They made eye contact for a second, and then Phantom just turned back to sadly stare at the water. He didn’t go back to full on sobbing, but tears were still streaming down his face.

Valerie, who was now expecting this to be a trap, or some stupid scheme by the ghost boy, was left confused by Phantom’s behavior. Why wasn’t he shooting her? Or smiling smuggling while threatening to expose her secret identity? The sheer surprise that he caused her kept her from shooting him instantly. Instead, while holding him at gunpoint, she asked ‘’ What do you want ghost?’’

Phantom, not even looking up to her, quietly answered ‘’ Can’t a guy just cry in peace?’’. Valerie got a little closer ‘’ There’s no use pretending, I know you ghosts don’t have any emotions, so now tell me what you’re really doing here?’’ Phantom laughed bitterly ‘’ Oh yeah, I’m just there crying to pretend. Tell me Red, who I am pretending for? There was no one here before you interrupted me’’

Valerie’s ectogun was now an inch from Phantom’s head. ’’This is your last chance. Tell me why you’re here or I’ll shoot’’ An ectogun wasn’t as strong as a real gun, and the shot wouldn’t ‘’kill’’ him, but it would surely knock him out. Valerie had a chance to capture the famous ghost boy. But this was too easy. Valerie had to make sure this wasn’t a trap.

Phantom stared at the cannon of the ghost weapon intensely ‘’ Shoot me for all I care, I’m not in the mood tonight.’’ And then, he turned back to the water, completely ignoring her. Valerie’s hold on her gun was shaky. This had to be a trap. Phantom would never just turn his back to her like that. She couldn’t take the chance to shoot him. But she had to get to the bottom of this. Slowly lowering her ectogun, but still keeping an iron grip on it, she asked ‘’ You really maintain you’re here just to cry? Why should I believe you? What does an evil ghost scum like you could have to cry about?’’

More tears fell. From this close, Valerie could see that they were slightly neon green tinged. ‘’Well, people calling me evil could be one of those reasons.’’. Valerie’s face scrunched up ‘’You are evil. You ruined my life, you robbed that bank, you attacked the mayor…’’

Phantom shook his head. Tear fell from his chin. ‘’ No…. I already tried to tell you. Those are all misunderstandings. You guys never listen.... The ghost dog wasn’t mine, he came back to the labs on his own and I actually tried to stop him. The mayor was being overshadowed. And then…’’ Phantom’s face scrunched up, like he was in pain ‘’ I did rob the bank… But not on my own accord.’’ Valerie scoffed.

‘’Do you even have any proof to what you’re saying? And what do you mean not on your own accord?’’. Phantom sighed ‘’ Well, the ghost dog came back because his squeaky toy was still in the kennels under Axion lab. And then you can probably look up some pictures with the mayor incident, you’ll see that his eyes are red. And remember when that creepy circus came to town? You know, Circus Gothica?’’ Valerie, almost against herself, gave the tiniest nod. ‘’Well the ringmaster had that staff that could control ghost. So yeah, I robbed a bank. But I got help and was freed from that creep’s control. And then I made sure that he got arrested.That good enough for you?’’.

Valerie’s mind was racing. She did remember her dad speaking of the security dogs a few years back. When she visited the lab, she didn’t saw any, but didn’t ponder on it. But now, she was wondering. What if Phantom was actually telling the truth? After a moment of hesitation, she quickly went for her phone. A quick internet search about the mayor incident proved that indeed, the mayor had red eyes on the pictures. In the meantime, Phantom silently waited for her to speak. When she was done with her research, which also brought up old newspapers articles about Axion’s security dogs being put down and pictures of Circus Gothica, Valerie slowly got her phone down, and looked at Phantom directly in the eyes. Yes, she was angry at him. Because when you hold a grudge for so long, it’s hard to let it go. But Valerie was no fool. She knew proof when she saw it. And, as much as it pained her, she knew when to admit she was wrong.

‘’Ok, so maybe you’re not trying to kill us all. But then… what are you still doing here?’’. Phantom’s eyebrows went up a little. ‘’What do you mean?’’ Valerie tucked her ectogun in the hem of her skirt, and put her hand on the railing of the bridge, right next to Phantom. She looked at the small pond, in which the stars reflected beautifully. ‘’I mean, why are you still here? All the other ghosts either try to take over the world or enslave us, or whatever other whatnot. So, if you’re not here to be the evil ghost I always thought you were, then why are you? I mean I get it, you fight the other ghosts… But why? Why would you protect us? Especially considering how we treated you…’’

For the first time since their conversation started, Phantom looked up. His cheeks were still covered in tears, but the look in his eyes had changed. There wasn’t as much sorrow in them as before. ‘’ Did you ever considered I still had people here that I care about? People that don’t deserve to die in a ghost attack because nobody could stop them?’’ Valerie frowned ‘’But I can…’’ Phantom cut her ‘’ I know you can Valerie, but you have a live. You have places to be, things to do. You can’t always be there when there’s an attack.’’ Valerie mouth slowly closed. And then, realization dawned on her.

‘’Wait, if you still have people here that you care about…. When exactly did you die? Did I knew you? Who were you?’’ Valerie was almost screaming now. Phantom smiled. ‘’Don’t worry, I’m nobody you knew… I just happened to make some friends here.’’ Valerie’s face looked doubtful ‘’ If you say so….’’ She was going to do some research later.

This was followed by a slightly uncomfortable silence. The two ghost fighters were looking at the lake, lost in their thoughts. Phantom wasn’t crying anymore. After a minute or two, the ghost slowly started floating up. He looked at Valerie sheepishly ‘’Well, I’ll be on my way now....’’ As he started to drift away, Valerie turned around ‘’Wait!’’ Phantom turned back, and landed silently on the bridge. Valerie held out her hand to him. ‘’ Before you leave, I just wanted… just wanted to be sure… I mean… Truce?’’

Phantom smiled at those words. His glow suddenly seemed brighter ‘’Truce’’ He took her hand and shook it. Valerie felt the cold, but didn’t quite register it, as her brain was running wild after their conversation. Releasing her, Phantom took a leap to the sky. ‘’See ya Red!’’

When Danny flew home that night, he was serene. He was finally at peace with Valerie. And he had somebody else. Somebody else who cared.

#dp fic/art exchange #danny phantom #actual-cat-kat #valerie gray #fanfiction #one-shot

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nekithamajere · 7 years

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A Quiet Moment

I wrote this for the DP Fic/Art exchange that’s going on today.

I have @kimerarts, or @kimera20 to thank for her art, which is unique and gorgeous. Specifically, I looked at two pieces of art while writing this. This drawing here, and this here. Lord knows Danny needs some quiet time to himself sometimes.

I’m so sorry it’s so short, but my strong suit in the DP fandom is short little one-shots and stuff. Nonetheless, I hope you like what I’ve written.

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It was rare Danny had a moment to himself. When he wasn’t fighting ghosts, trying to catch up with schoolwork, or trying to spend time with his friends, Danny was usually asleep. This lead to lots of missed time with his parents and sister, sleepless nights, and endless cursing about fighting ghosts at four am.

So, Danny was taking this moment to himself selfishly. Technically, he was on patrol, but it had been a quiet night with not so much a peep from anyone. Not even the Box Ghost or the miscellaneous blobs.

Flying lazy circles outside of Amity Park proper, Danny could ‘lay’ on his back and see the stars. The moon was in a waning crescent phase now. Without the lights of the city, it was fairly dark outside. The moon wasn’t full enough to provide much illumination, but that allowed the stars to shine bright.

A quiet sigh, and Danny closed his eyes, slowing his flying to a leisurely crawl. Staring up at the moon, Danny could almost imagine himself draping over the lower portion of the crescent and curling up to sleep.

Of course, Danny couldn’t do that. He wasn’t sure if he could ‘survive’ out in space, and besides which, the moon wasn’t actually in a crescent shape so even if he managed to fly to the moon he couldn’t do what he wanted.

It was a nice thought, but stupid. Smiling up at the moon, Danny crossed his arms under his head, and lazily began another circle of the clearing he was currently hovering over.

Another sigh, and Danny reluctantly righted himself and began to fly home. The cool breeze ruffled his hair, and Danny smiled again. A breath, and Danny did a few loops in the air simply for the joy of them and not because he was dodging attacks.

I wish this moment could last forever.

#dp fic/art exchange #danny phantom #dp fanfiction #my writing #@kimerarts

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mostclevermiss · 7 years

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A (somewhat) Relaxing Day

For this year’s fic/art exchange: a headcanon for @artemai-draws Her request: a headcanon with Danny and Tucker being happy

It was Saturday morning in Amity Park and that could only mean one thing for the halfa and the tech-geek: relaxing day.

Usually Sam was with them as well, but she had been dragged to an out-of-town event by her parents - which left the two boys alone to enjoy their well-deserved rest. The new tradition started shortly after ghost-hunting and school started to over-drain the trio, leaving maybe two seconds for relaxing if they weren’t particularly busy; the teenagers foresaw that they wouldn’t be able to go on like that for long and decided that henceforth, all Saturdays would be for relaxation and chilling-out only - only breaking the pattern when absolutely necessary or unavoidable. No ghost-fighting; no homework; no studying; no embarrassing family activities; no worries.

Perfect.

Tucker showed up at Danny’s door with a backpack full of their favorite video-games and consoles and half their weight in junk food in his arms. The geek grinned mischievously over the mountain of greasy food at his friend. “Who’s ready for fun, fast-food, and far-too-violent video games?” Danny Fenton stepped aside to let Tucker into the unusually silent house, satisfied with his work. “Parents left for an out-of-town convention, Jazz is in the library studying, and the Fenton Portal has been temporarily shut down. Everything two teenage boys could ever require for a “chillaxing” day has been placed in my bedroom.“ The halfa listed as he closed the door behind his friend. His eyes glowed a mischievous green. "Last one to my room cleans the mess afterwards!” He claimed before going ghost and flying at top speed to his room, eliciting an indignant “hey!” from Tucker.

The fun had officially begun.

The next few hours went by in a vicious cycle consisting of “eat, play, chill”. Eat, play, chill. Eat, play, chill. Repeat until you have a pair of teenagers with stomachache, red eyes from the screen light, and no energy or motivation to do anything, choosing to look at the ceiling and talk instead. “I can’t feel my stomach or my legs or my thumbs, dude.” Tucker groaned. A rumble from his stomach protested that statement. “Actually…never mind that - pass me the fries.” Danny reached for their (tenth? eleventh?) package of fries and handed it to his friend, who sighed contently. “Nothing says "relax” quite like unhealthy food and video games full of mindless violence.“ "Agreed.” Danny said, hands folded back and cradling his head. “Especially when there are no ghost-weapons hitting me.” He laughed, his hand absently reaching to touch that specific spot on his head where the BOO-merang had hit him several times. “Or bullies.” “Or Vlad.” “Or ghosts.” “Or my parents.”

Silence ruled for a second. Danny’s thoughts wondered to his crush out of town. “Hey, do you think Sam’s having as much fun as us right now?”

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Sam was not having fun.

As little kids dressed in expensive clothes ran past her and their mothers in tea dresses continued to gossip, the Goth’s scowl deepened. She could be in Danny’s place kicking his and Tucker’s asses in Doom - but nooooo, her mother had decided to drag her to a country club for a barbecue. A barbecue! She was an ultra-recyclo-vegetarian for goodness’ sake! If Tucker’s smell made her uneasy, then the sight of the burger patties and hot-dogs made her sick to her stomach.

Sam Manson growled. At least Danny and Tucker must be very miserable without her.

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“TAKE THAT!” Tucker yelled in victory as he massacred the other player. Danny joined in as he killed another one. “HECK YEAH!” The screen lit up with the bright ending of the game: “YOU’VE MASSACRED ALL YOUR ENEMIES! YOU WIN!” Laughing and high-fiving each other, Danny and Tucker celebrated with their own awkward victory dances. “Fenton and Foley: the best gaming duo since the dawn of video games!” Danny hollered, pumping his hands in the air.

Coming down from their victorious feeling, the two friends settled down on the beanbag and the edge of the bed again, letting go of the grease-and-fat stained controls in exchange for more junk food. Suddenly a blue wisp of mist snaked out of Danny Fenton’s mouth immediately accompanied by a crash and screams from down the street. Both boys tilted their heads back in a groan.

“Bro, you said the portal was closed.” Tucker pointed out, spreading his arms to articulate his discontentment. “It was closed. Fenton technology isn’t exactly the most reliable in existence.” Danny shot back, equally annoyed. “We can…ignore the ghost until it gets bored and goes away?” The techno-geek suggested. More intense screams from the civilians of Amity Park. A silent agreement and a plan. Tucker sighed in defeat. “I’ll go get the thermos.” “I’ll go see who or what decided to interrupt our only day-off this time.” Danny Fenton stated before going ghost and summoning the pair of light rings. A flash of light and the hero Danny Phantom stood determined in the hazardous room. “Meet you downstairs.”

Nodding, the two boys prepared to fight.

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A very accurate way to describe the way Tucker Foley and Danny Fenton/Phantom felt when fighting the ecto-pusses: robotic.

A couple of ecto-blasts thrown at the ghosts, a witty banter or other, getting thrown into some buildings, trapping the ghosts in the thermos, people booing or cheering Phantom as he left the scene flying with Tucker hastily following him on foot on the ground. You can sense something is off when fights with supernatural beings are about as normal as missing the bus to school. The uplifting yet lazy mood from that morning - two friends determined to do nothing except lay back and relax - had vanished like Danny’s ghost sense, leaving behind a pair of tired teenagers who’d seen too much - just enough to be numbed.

Danny and Tucker met again in Danny’s room and collapsed on their previous spots - Danny changing back into Danny Fenton and Tucker falling face-first on the bean-bag. Tucker looked up and fixed his glasses, eyeing the discarded package of fries hungrily before propping himself up on his elbows, grabbing the package, and fishing out the few remaining fries. “Welp, at least we still have some fries left.” Tucker said, smiling wistfully and trying to lift their spirits. Pun intended. He handed some to Danny, who reached out a tired hand to receive the salty fries. Despite the situation, Danny gave his friend a tired smile and popped one of the fries in his mouth. “Thank God for fries then.”

The halfa and the techno-geek laughed.

#danny phantom #dp fic/art exchange #dp fic/art exchange 2017 #dp headcanon #dp fanfiction

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hamsterthegreat · 7 years

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Clockwork♡ Dp fic/art exchange @researcher-tydera-leiara

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nerdiests · 7 years

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So I apologize that this is five days late, but I really had no idea how to go about writing this, and I wasn’t sure what to write about when I found this post and I was inspired and I knew what I needed to do. I took a bit of creative liberty but I did take a lot of inspiration and… Yeah. I yet again apologize that this is so late and it would’ve been up sooner, and I can’t really make excuses, but here it is. @gosteon

Danny loathed the trips to the supermarket, because they were family affairs. An attempt by his parents to get the family to spend some time doing “family stuff”. It was quite boring though. Jazz made the lists and while his dad ran around the store looking for whatever and his mom tried to get things from Jazz’s list but inevitably went off the list, leaving Jazz to get the food and everything else. During all this, Danny just roamed around the store, picking up food he could eat on the go.

This specific store trip hadn’t gone very well, because his dad had tried to show him something while he was weighting the nutrition values of the different granola bars and he had to convince his dad to show him later. Then his mom asked him why he was even looking at granola bars, and when he said for breakfast she told him they’re not good for breakfast and dragged him into the cereal aisle. Danny used to eat cereal a lot before he started hero-ing. Then he started having to run or fly to school on a daily basis, so he had the thermos of coffee keeping him running and a granola bar. He couldn’t take cereal with him when he was flying!!

Then Danny had a realization. He didn’t need to eat while he was flying, it’s not the best decision. Put the cereal in a plastic bag and eat it during first period. He told his mom he’d get some cereal, and she smiled and let him go wild, pick whatever. Danny went to grab Cheerios, and spotted the Honey Nut Cheerios and had an internal debate. He backed up, and scanned the cereal shelf, when he zeroed in on a specific brand of cereal. He grinned like the cat that got the cream, snatched a box off the shelf, and went to find Jazz. After all, if he was going to eat cereal on a semi regular basis, why not get Froot Loops? (he did go and grab a few boxes of granola bars just in case).

#danny phantom #based on something from dannypocalypse #nerdiwrites #dp fic/art exchange #i do apologize that this is so late and i meant to get it written and i didn't but here it is #gift fic

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