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little-pondhead · 1 year

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Fenton Family on Vacation (part 2)

Original Post⬅️ ➡️Part One

Danielle Madeline Fenton was having a good week.

Her dad, Danny, had convinced his parents her grandparents!! to go on vacation. And not just any vacation! But one to a whole new dimension!!!!

Elle didn't know much about different dimensions, but a quick visit to Ghost Writer with Fright Knight as backup let her learn all she needed to know, which wasn't that much. Everything was just so different depending on the place! It didn’t matter. She knew about the planning waaaaay beforehand, her dad couldn't keep anything from her, and it was so hard not to run around talking about it. She was just so excited! Exasperated, Danny had distracted her easily with Esperanto lessons with Wulf, self-defense lessons with Pandora, and emergency medicine lessons with Frostbite. Some of it was kind of boring, but Elle understood. She was now one of two princesses of the Ghost Zone, and her dad was kind of paranoid.

She was too, which was why she went along with it for so long. But eventually, Elle was ready to tear her hair out and flew straight to the living realm, prepared to chew Danny's head off from frustration. He curbed her with a sneaky grin and a pile of papers as an early Goo-Day gift. Government papers stating Danielle Madeline Fenton was officially a real person. Of course, Danny wasn't listed anywhere; he was too young to have a kid who was as big as Elle. But her grandparents had agreed to be her official guardians for her.

Elle didn't have to hide anymore!

Everyone celebrated that night. Grandma Maddie even came up from the basement for half an hour, dazed and exhausted. (She'd been working non-stop.) Grandpa Jack decided to have bonding time, so he took her to the mall a day before they were scheduled to leave.

("No granddaughter of mine is going to be forced to wear a hazmat suit unless she wants to-no matter how fashionable they may be!")

Elle had a blast at the mall. She's been to several before, but it wasn't the same. She felt on top of the world, strutting around with the knowledge that she legally existed now. The shame of being different evaporated when Danny handed her a birth certificate and social security card. Elle's excitement was contagious as several tiny blob ghosts started following her from shop to shop.

Grandpa Jack had just chuckled, ruffled her hair, and suggested getting a bag to hold her new friends. So they did. They got a new boo-pack for her ghost friends, some light-up sneakers she constantly stomped in, a sparkly tutu-practically a whole new wardrobe. They ended the day getting something to eat from Nasty Burger. There, she saw her new Aunt Sam and Uncle Tucker. (They insisted on the names.) Grandpa Jack beckoned them to join, and Elle spent the rest of the meal excitedly showing off her new clothes.

(Don't tell anyone this, but Elle saw how her aunt and uncle looked at Danny when they were over at the house. She bet Aunt Jazz twenty bucks they'd confess by the end of August.)

She reveled in the attention. They cared about her. They listened to her. Elle wasn't just a tool to be used and thrown away; these people genuinely loved her, not just because she was Danny's clone. She was now her own person and made a meaningful impact on these people's lives. And now she was going on a week-long trip with her new family?? Elle was over the moon! (Literally. Danny had to chase her to the moon and back to get her to calm down. She brought back a moon rock for her grandma. Aunt Jazz scolded them both.)

So that's probably why, after flying through the portal at first chance, the realization that her family wasn't there with her terrified her.

Traveling to another dimension was just like going anywhere through the Ghost Zone. If Elle didn't know any better, she probably would have slipped through the wrong portal long ago and landed far from home. The rush of noise that filled her ears and the swirl of greens around her was all familiar.

And then it wasn't. The portal started to...change. The noise was subtle, like one static radio station being switched to another. The colors around her became a deep blue and then midnight purple. Wait, now it was red? Or was it orange? No, it was yellow, then green again. The colors kept changing. It made her nervous, but Elle rationalized that it was just a side effect of the portal. This may be why rips to other dimensions differed from regular portals. It wasn't just the vibe; the whole thing physically changed the deeper you went.

Yeah, okay. This was fine.

Then Elle realized she couldn't hear Danny behind her. She knows he followed her. She felt it. Heard it. They'd never lost each other in a portal like this, so where was he? A strike of fear shot through her core. Where was her dad? She exited the strange portal before she got an answer.

The portal spat her out several feet above the ground. Too short of a distance for her to catch herself but still too far for someone normal to come out standing without injury. She faceplanted on the asphalt with a comically loud SMACK.

Yes, it hurt like all hell. Elle thanked the Ancients she was still in her ghost form, or this landing would have been more painful as a human. What hurt her the worst, however, was some asshole tripping over her limp body almost as soon as she landed. It felt like someone was going in to kick a soccer ball, and now she was the ball. All she heard was a panicked "SHIT!" as the person tumbled to the ground and proceeded to eat asphalt. Heh, like her.

"Ugh..." Elle groaned and lifted her head. Tiny rocks and bits of the road were embedded into her face, barely deep enough to break the skin. She was already healing, anyways. The growing bruise on her side would take more time, however. She glanced over and noticed the person who had just decided to make out with the road. She saw red. Holy shit, were they bleeding?`

No, wait. Is that a spandex suit? Was this person wearing a full-ass spandex suit?? Elle bolted upright and looked around. She was lying in some open plaza in the middle of a city. The whole place had a thick layer of ice and frost that was not due to weather conditions. Elle would've thought that her dad had somehow landed before her and decided to turn the place into his personal snow globe, except some winter-themed maniac standing to her left was obviously the culprit.

They stared at each other. Elle in her kind-of superhero suit and boo-pack, hair wild with rocks still stuck to her face. Snow Guy, who looked like he was trying to cosplay Frostbite, with a worryingly large set of guns pointing straight at her. They reminded her of the Fenton blasters a bit. Not the best memory.

"Uh...hi?" She tried. A few blob ghosts whipped around her head, chittering in confusion.

"Where the FUCK did you come from?" Yeti Cosplayer asked, incredulous.

Elle wobbled back into the air. She literally glowed; no point in hiding her powers of flight. "Hey, watch your fucking language, dude. Children are present."

"Wha-??" Elle ignored Winter Lover, turning over the Dude Who Tripped to check him over. Placing two fingers on the guy’s neck, a sense of panic sparked within her. Is the human heartbeat supposed to beat this fast?? She was half ghost and a clone to boot, so Danny's and her hearts beat much slower. And Elle took medical lessons from a yeti. They had mainly focused on the ghost side of her biology. Their studies on mortal medicine had been few and far between.

Should she take this man to the hospital?? She barely had any money. Definitely none of that "insurance" her grandparents talked about sometimes. (But wasn't insurance for cars? The news always mentioned it when they put out the Fenton Driving Alert.) The dude's pulse was really fast. Faster than she felt comfortable with. Was his heart exploding??? Elle suddenly felt like she was on the verge of a panic attack. Five minutes into a new world, and she kills someone, great.

A whine drew her attention back to Worst Elsa Ever. His guns were charging up, a snarl on his face. "I'm not above freezing a kid." He said. "Back off or else."

Elle was bordering on terrified now. She tried not to show it. This was a new place; she had obviously landed in the middle of some superpowered pissing match and knocked out the guy who was probably the hero in this situation. What would Phantom do?

What would her dad do?

He'd shoot off a witty one-liner before forcing his opponent into the thermos for Soup Time™.

Hauling the (hopefully) hero onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry, Elle dodged a blast of ice coming her way. December Fucker swerved around to keep track of her. Too slow.

"You gotta chill out, man!" Elle quipped. She continued dodging shots of ice, slowly getting closer to Evil Frosty. It was a struggle to maneuver with a whole ass man on her shoulders, but she managed. "Maybe a little shock therapy will get your Christmas spirit going!"

"It's Aug-AAAAAUGH!" Bad Santa cut himself off with a scream of agony. Elle had rushed forward and planted both hands firmly on the villain's back when he turned once more to keep sight of her. See, while Danny Phantom had an ice core and Vlad Plasmius had a fire core, Dani Phantom had an electric core. In a cruel twist of fate, Elle discovered she could control the one element that had killed her father. No matter how sad the thought was, she was currently using this fact to channel a lot of lightning into the body below her fingertips. How much was a lot? She couldn’t tell; Elle barely knew how to change a lightbulb without breaking something. She didn't know what "voltage" was.

He was still screaming. Was this how Danny felt? How he screamed? She didn’t like it. Hopefully this didn’t kill the man. Dani just wanted to knock him out. To put him to sleep.

The electricity coursing down her arms beat in tune with her core. She focused solely on her opponent-which was a compliment; the Box Ghost could probably beat up this Snowball. Some distant voice in her head told her to pay attention to her surroundings more. And what about the man she was carrying? He had to be getting pumped full of electricity, too. But he wasn’t screaming. Oh well, no backing out now. Dani's hands started to heat up to an uncomfortable degree, burning tiny impressions into the thick parka.

Finally, the villain collapsed to the ground onto his side. His voice was raw, and his grip on the guns loosened. Dani kicked them away from his reach and stopped the attack.

"Sorry about that." Elle started floating in the air again, gripping the man she was carrying. She tried to hide the tremor in her voice. The blob ghosts attached themselves to her hair, ready for a ride. "On the plus side, a few of your screws may have been knocked back into place from the electricity. Anyways, see you later, shitty Ice Prince!" Then, with her passengers barely secured, she took off flying in a random direction, not bothering to go invisible until she was several buildings away. Leaving a (literally) shocked and groaning supervillain behind her.

And oh, Ancients, please let that man be a supervillain. If she had just attacked the hero, Danny would never allow her to forget it.

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It took a bit, but Dani eventually found someplace safe to set down the Dude Who Tripped. (She needed to work on her naming sense. It was as bad as her dad's.) A random alley on the outskirts of the city would work well, she decided. It was very far away from the fight. The villain shouldn't show up anytime soon. She chose one behind some fast food joint, slowly releasing her invisibility. A sizeable green dumpster sat near the end of the alley, angled away from the public. Perfect. It was mostly full of soft-rotten, ew-food scraps and lots of cardboard from product deliveries. Maybe there was some glass mixed in, but Dani made quick work of the cardboard boxes with her claws and laid it down on top of the trash heap. A few adjustments ensured that the dude would fit in reasonably comfortably. And, oh, look! Handcuffs! Why did they have pink fur on them? Wasn't that against the main point? Criminals surely wouldn't take cops seriously if those were standard.

Dani shrugged. At the very least, she could give herself a head start. She moved the super's shoulders farther so his hand could reach a nearby pipe and attached the handcuffs. It wasn't a thick pipe, but it looked like a vent stack system her grandma had shown her once. Hopefully, this hero was against property damage, unlike her.

You can't care about the laws you're breaking if you don't know they exist!

Taking a step back, Dani surveyed her work one last time. The dude was still unconscious, and one of his ankles was starting to swell like a melon. Probably the foot he’d kicked her with. Nothing she could do for him there. Oh! Dani swung her boo-pack around, disturbing the blob ghosts resting inside. She dug through for some sticky notes she kept on hand for her Aunt Jazz and a pencil. No pencil, just a sparkly ink pen Danny had gifted her. That'll work.

It took her a minute to figure out what to say and even longer to write it. One of her bigger blob ghosts, Buffy (sue her, she likes the show), traced her words with curiosity. It hummed, phasing through Dani's hand to express its fascination with the pom-pom at the end of the pen.

Dani giggled, ripping the note away from the rest and sticking it onto the super's forehead. Right between the eyes. "You can't have it, Buffy. Dad gave this pen to me."

Buffy drooped.

"But you can play with it until I need it again." Dani offered.

Buffy perked up. The conversation drew the attention of the other blob ghosts who were swirling around, and they soon swarmed Buffy and Dani, chittering for their own toy to play with.

The youngest Fenton giggled again and rose slowly into the air. Her core began humming faster. It was going on dusk, and some part of her was still panicking about the absence of her family. Well, maybe it was just a time difference? They did all enter at a separate times, technically. But what if she was in the completely wrong dimension? What if they couldn’t find her?

Dani took a deep breath, despite not needing it. She was okay. Her blob ghosts were okay. Aunt Jazz taught her how to calm herself down from a panic attack, and that what she was doing now.

What were five things she could see?

She could see Buffy, the blob ghost. A greasy burger wrapper trapped under a rock by her feet. The back door to the food place that said “EMPLOYEES ONLY” in big red letters. Dani looked up, and saw the fading sunset reflect off the clouds. There were telephone wires everywhere.

Four things she could touch?

She fiddled with the star charm on her hoodie. That was one. The solid ground beneath her feet, wind on her face. The ghost were phasing through her; she could feel their emotions.

Three things she could hear?

The heartbeat of the city. Her core humming. A cat fight in the next alley.

Two things she could smell?

Rotting food and a little bit of blood from the hero. He’d gotten a bloody nose at some point.

One thing she could taste.

The wonderful cocoa only the yetis could make. The chocolate still lingered on her tongue.

Alright, okay. She was calm. A little spooked, but having a panic attack wouldn’t help. What were her options?

She could explore the city. She had landed in a large metropolitan area; buildings went on for miles. Getting a lay of the land might help if she runs into more supers. The last guy was mean.

And superheroes. How cool was that?! Dani had never seen any other superhero besides her dad. Dani didn't count herself as one, not really. Red Huntress was more friendly these days, but Dani was still wary of the anti-hero. And like hell, her mom, her creator, Vlad, was a hero.

So she decided to go exploring. The night was coming, and if she stuck around, hopefully, Dani would get a glimpse of the bright green light signaling the arrival of her family.

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Flash had one hell of a headache. Coming to was even more painful. He felt like he had gotten struck by lighting all over again and passed out on a shattered window. His ankle hurt like a bitch. He coughed, blinking furiously, and tried to rub his eyes. Something jerked his right hand to a stop. Flash realized a few things all at the same time.

One, his hand was restricted because someone had used a pair of fuzzy handcuffs to attach him to a nearby pipe. Second, he was in a dumpster. He felt like he had passed out on a glass mound because that's what he was sitting on. Someone had tried to shield the worst of the trash from him. Huge pieces of cardboard were arranged around him in a way that was too obvious. Someone had moved it. No one threw away cardboard boxes like this-so hastily shredded and in the shape of a bed. However, the boxes didn't protect Flash against the wet things in the dumpster. Or the smell. He was ninety percent sure he was next to some rotting bananas.

Lastly, there was a bright green sticky note on his forehead. The words were written in sparkly pink ink.

Sorry I tripped you, Mr. Dude. But I can't afford the insurance if I take you to the hospital so hopefully we'll never see each other again:)

-Elle

"Shit." Flash groaned. He struggled to sit up more, grabbing the edge of the dumpster, but his hand slipped on something wet he didn't want to think about. Flash yelped and fell back right as a fast food employee entered the alley through a side door he hadn't seen. Time seemed to freeze as the hero and civilian stared at each other. One, lying in a dumpster with a swollen foot, a dazed look, and a hand connected to a pipe via pink fuzzy handcuffs. The other, wearing a grease-covered apron, hat with ketchup stains, eyebags for days, and hauling an overstuffed garbage bag that was double-bagged.

Somehow, Flash was ashamed of being caught like this. This employee probably thought up some wild theory about Flash being a wild partygoer, and this was just a "fun" time gone wrong.

His thoughts were confirmed when the employee whipped out their phone to snap a picture, a shit-eating grin on their face. Garbage completely forgotten.

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Edit: "She tried to hide the remote in her voice." Motherfucker I meant "tremor," and you know it.

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mutable-manifestation · 1 year

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The Ghost King (of Miscommunication) Ch.22

Part 1-12,Part 13,Part 14,Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21

Part 22!

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Jason knows Danny is letting him keep the lead - he’d seen how effortless it had been for the guy to outpace him before - but the ‘race’ is fun, anyway.

It’s less fun when he realizes Danny is giving him a bit of a lead while he is rapidly approaching a location with two complete strangers.

Not that all of his kidnappers hadn’t been relatively polite so far, but if you flip enough coins you’re bound to get tails eventually.

He glides to a stop just before the corner to the dining room doors and looks back to wait for Danny.

“Nervous?” he asks as he slows, (mis)understanding in his eyes. “Don’t be, they’re gonna love you.”

He smiles, wide and reassuring, and wow is the whole ‘this a forcible adoption’ thing is looking more likely. Which: what???

Asking Danny would be incredibly awkward if he’s wrong, and Wulf probably reports everything he does back to the guy so he’s out as well.

He’ll ask Elle or Jazz about it next time he sees them, he decides - he doubts he’ll find a way out of here before then.

Danny waits to let him take the lead, so he eventually floats out from behind the corner to approach the second couple he’s met waiting by the dining room doors.

Both of them share the same white hair and green eyes as Danny and Elle, and both look a year or two older than Danny, but that’s where the similarities stop.

The girl’s - Sam’s - skin is a pale, mint green color.

A lavender dress stretches from the base of her neck to mid-thigh, both ends having a jagged cut that makes him think of the leaves of the tower-tree. The dress sits under a deep black jacket a tad longer than the skirt. Matching black leggings lead to yet more bright lavender in the form of combat boots.

Platform combat boots.

Except the platform appears to be made of spikes.

If not for the fact that everyone seemed to prefer floating - even himself, by this point - Jason would fear for the floor.

The boy - Tucker - is back in normal human skin color territory at a medium brown. If you ignore the glow.

He wears a sky-blue long sleeved shirt and snow-white cargo pants - both trimmed in gold. Jason only knows his hair color from the small bit that peeks out from beneath his hat: a long, black beanie that drapes over either shoulder - also trimmed in gold. Strappy sandals take the place of shoes on his feet - the near polar-opposite of Sam’s footwear.

Both perk up from where they’d been whispering to each other as they catch sight of him and Danny, Tucker waving exuberantly while Sam shakes her head in amusement.

“Hey! You must be Jason,” Tucker smiles, lowering his arm as they float into a more conversational distance, Danny moving to peck Sam on the cheek and wrap the tip of his - ‘Are his legs gone, is that a tail? What?’ Jason mentally screeches - tail around Tucker’s waist.

“Or should I say… Jay-SON.” Tucker winked and made real, actual finger guns at that.

Well. That’s another point for the weird adoption theory.

Sam sighs, eyes rolling - fondly, judging by the contrasting smile.

“Ignore him. He died in the middle of a brain fart and it’s been going ever since.”

‘Died?’ Jason thinks, anxiety shuddering back to life from where it had finally begun settling down.

“Hey!” Tucker yells in mock-offense.

Sam and Danny chuckle.

“Anyway,” Tucker shakes his head, “Nice to meet you. I’m Tucker Phantom. The T ‘Ph,’ the Too Phine, husband to these two solid 10’s, the Ghost King 2: Electric Boogaloo himself.”

He points to Sam and Danny, then ends his little introduction with a dramatic bow. All Jason can focus on is the ‘Ghost King’ bit.

Sam picks up where he leaves off.

“Sam Phantom, Ghost Queen and wife to these two chuckleheads.”

Jason can no longer contain his questions, panic mounting.

“Ghost King & Queen!?” he shrieks, voice hitting a pitch he’d forgotten he could achieve when he was actually 15. “Wait- wait, you said King 2; DANNY is KING ONE!?”

The Tucker and Sam exchange looks before turning to Danny.

“Did you seriously forget to mention that you were High King of the Infinite Realms?” They chorus.

“Ah,” Danny scratches the back of his neck, “I guess so? My bad.”

Sam and Tucker double over cackling.

“Dude,” Tucker says, “How do you forget to mention that?”

“It’s not like it was relevant!” Danny’s cheeks puff out.

“Yeah, no big deal,” Sam teases, “‘Oh yeah, forgot to mention I’m the high king of the afterlife and all the dead bow to me, lolz.’”

“Wait, wait. Wait no,” Jason interrupts, terror lurching in his chest as he processes the lack of denial. “What do you mean dead and. And ghosts, I thought you were fae and- and why do I look like this? Did you KILL ME!?”

He hovers higher into the air - further away - anger and fear and denial and betrayal forming a roiling pit in his stomach.

(I can’t be dead I can’t be dead I’m NOT dead not dead notdeadnotdeadnotdead-)

“WHAT!? NO!” Danny’s reply is immediate, all three staring at him in wide-eyed shock and slowly creeping concern. “You’re a halfa! Like me! I explained this when you were in the healing tube back at the Far Frozen, don’t you remember?”

“NO! I DON’T REMEMBER! I COULDN’T HEAR ANYTHING IN THERE. WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?”

“Man, I forgot how much human hearing sucked,” Tucker blinks.

Sam smacks his shoulder, hissing “Not the time!”

Jason takes heaving breaths, staunchly ignoring the wet sensations on his face in favor of glaring at Danny as he approaches, floating slowly, hands splayed in a gesture of peace.

“Jason, you’re no more dead now than you were when I found you.”

His voice is calm but firm. Factual and gentle at once. Jason can’t help but feel a bit safer.

He hates it.

“I’m sorry to have scared you,” he continues, “I should’ve sat down to talk with you when we first got back, but I let myself get distracted. That’s on me, and I am so, so sorry. But I promise I’ll explain everything-”

“Like I’m supposed to believe a kidnapper,” Jason cuts him off bitterly, resolutely ignoring the honesty he’d gotten so far.

“Wha-kidnapper? I’ve never kidnapped anybody!”

“Right,” Jason scoffs, drifting further away from them, “So I’m not kidnapped and unable to leave. And Wulf is actually my bodyguard and not just more anti-escape measures dressed up as someone who's meant to help me to lure me into a false sense of security.”

Sam stares at him, jaw dropped. Tucker is the same until he breaks the expression to turn to Danny, who also is in a similar state - though more heavily tinged by despair.

“Dude.”

“No,” Danny starts, voice strained, expression mournful, “I am so sorry you thought that, but no. I explained all this when you were in the tube- but you couldn’t- you didn’t hear any of it- I thought you just never said anything because you were shy-”

Danny’s hands move to scrub at the back of his neck as he speaks, eyes distant. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

Jason surreptitiously wipes his face.

“Okay,” Danny breathes out, eyes opening. “Okay. To start with - initially? Yeah, okay, to be fair you were - technically - kidnapped, since I kinda didn’t explain anything before dragging you Frostbite. But ONLY because you needed a doctor pronto if you wanted to stay not-increasingly-dead, especially when you were actively absorbing literal poison with no internal defenses and- and I’m rambling. That’s not the point. The point is, you were - and are - free to leave at any point-”

“Prove it,” Jason demands. “If I’m really free to leave, open a portal to Gotham.”

“I- okay. Alright, just. Here, Tucker has your phone ready - everyone’s numbers are pre-programmed in.”

Tucker pulls a phone out of one of his many pockets and tosses it to Danny. He catches it smoothly and holds it out to Jason, who looks at it suspiciously.

“You can call whenever you want - if you have more questions or just. Want to talk to someone about all this. Or for a portal back if you need or-” he grimaces “-want to visit. It should be able to take almost anything the living world can dish out, so if you’re worried about being tracked or something you can just. Toss it in a lake or something and fish it out whenever you want to use it. I’ll just- I’ll send a text. About…being a halfa. And everything.”

With that, he swipes a hand through the air, opening a portal and floating back to give him some distance.

Jason eyes the phone, then promptly floats by without it.

Danny doesn’t move to stop him.

He sticks his head through the portal.

On the other side is Clairemont St, the same alley Danny had found him in. He takes a moment to look over the dirty brick and rusty fire escape. It was every bit as trash-strewn as he remembered it.

The stars are out, he notes.

He hadn’t paid as much attention before, too eager for home and family and escape, but there must be a time difference between Gotham and Phantom Palace.

Halfway through the portal and no one’s moved to yank him back, even without the phone on him.

He pulls his head back out just in time to hear a harshly whispered “-outside of a damn medical center with an audience, Danny! And yes Frostbite counts as an audience! He’s a stranger to him!”

“I think he knows, Sam,” Tucker winces as he looks between the two.

Apparently they hadn’t noticed his return, Danny having floated back to the ground so that they were all well beneath him and the portal.

“It’s fine, Tuck,” Danny says, visibly drooping. “I deserve it for… for pulling a-” he swallows harshly “-a Vlad.”

He says the name with all the hatred and disdain of a vampire faced with sunlight.

Even Sam looks sympathetic at that.

“Danny-”

“I did Sam! He thought he couldn’t leave! He’s been here for over a week!” He runs a hand roughly through his hair. “And now he distrusts me enough he has to, what, make sure I didn’t open a portal to the middle of a lava lake?”

“I hadn’t considered that, actually,” Jason says, causing the three to jolt and look at him guiltily.

“Ah,” Danny starts, floating up - still so slowly - to be closer to eye-level, once again holding out the phone . “Did you want this after all…?”

He takes a moment to look at Danny appraisingly, then snatches the phone up to dump in one of his many utility pouches before drifting closer to Sam and Tucker - away from the portal.

He stops at a conversational distance, looking back up at Danny - who blinks at him with a look of stark confusion.

“I believe you,” he explains, “For some reason. I’ll want to go back to Gotham later, but right now? I have questions. You have answers.”

“Yes!” Danny jolts to life, waving the portal out of existence to drop down to join them. “Right.”

Jason gestures at the dining room doors, “Might as well do this over dinner - assuming the food will continue its trend of not killing me?”

Danny makes a keening noise and covers his face with both hands.

“No,” comes the muffled answer. He lifts his head. “All of the food you’ve been offered has been and will continue to be perfectly safe for you to eat.”

“Great.”

With that, he leads the way into the dining room.

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Guys. I figured it out. I cracked the code. Why Jason is so adoptable? It’s in the name. Ja’SON’!!! WAKE UP SHEEPLE (/j)

Anyways.

Miscommunication has finally been identified! Next chapter: Q&A!

Sam has her +10 years jacket that she got in my au a year before she died because that’s the one part of her redesign I really liked. Eyes/hair & colors are inverted because of Danny, but the dress resembles her green undergrowth dress & the shoes have spikes because that whole thing - and her own adoration of plants - also influenced her self-concept/assumptions about what she’d look like dead.

Tucker’s Eyes/hair & colors are inverted also because of Danny, but the gold trim, white pants (which would’ve been red), & longer beanie come from his self-concept being influenced by the whole ‘reincarnation of a pharaoh’ episode/memory.

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dragees-surprises-rpg · 7 months

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DONS ET SPÉCIFICITÉS MAGIQUES - la lycanthropie

Le terme lycanthrope nous vient directement du grec λυκάνθρωπος / lykánthrôpos (de λύκος / lúkos, « loup », et ἄνθρωπος / ánthrôpos, « homme ») et désigne donc un être humain transformé en loup. Le terme loup-garou quant à lui est un terme attesté en ancien français sous la forme leus warous (« homme-loup ») au XIIe siècle, (de leus (« loup ») et de warous (formes normanno-picardes)) et également sous les formes altérées garwaf, garvalf, garval, eux-même issus du francique wariwulf ou werwolf (« homme-loup »), mot reconstitué d'après le moyen bas allemand warwulf de même sens. Le dialecte normand utilise d'ailleurs le terme de varou, d'un ancien normand probable warouf. Ce mot est un proche parent de l'anglais werewolf lui-même issu du vieil anglais wer (ou were) dérivant de l'indo-européen wiro (« homme » qui a donné vir en latin) et de wulf (« loup » en vieil anglais). Au XIIe siècle, on note aussi une forme Leul garoul.

ORIGINES ET DESCRIPTION

Le débat sur l'origine des lycanthropes dure depuis des centaines d'années et voit s'affronter des théories très diverses qui impliquent à la fois des théologiens, des anthropologues, des enquêteurs, des médecins, des occultistes, des mages, et des magizoologistes. Tout ce que l'on sait, c'est que les premiers loups-garous sont originaires d'Europe du Nord.

La lycanthropie est considérée comme une maladie. Une unité spéciale de guérisseurs et de chercheurs à Sainte Mangoute tentent aujourd'hui encore de trouver un remède à cette pathologie, sans succès. A l'heure actuelle, la potion la plus efficace est la potion Tue-Loup, inventée assez récemment par Damoclès Belby, et permet seulement de soulager les plus douloureux symptômes. Cette potion doit être prise 1 semaine avant la pleine lune par l'infecté. Certes elle n'annule pas la transformation, mais elle permet au loup-garou de garder une certaine lucidité, le rendant conscient de ses gestes et de ses actes. Cela lui permet, entre autre, de pouvoir se contrôler un minimum.

La lycanthropie n'est pas héréditaire (on sait que les enfants de loup-garou et/ou de louve-garou ne sont pas porteurs du gène) et se transmet uniquement par morsure, l'infection se faisant au moment où la salive du loup-garou entre en contact avec le sang de sa victime. N'importe quel humain peut être contaminé, qu'il soit sorcier ou moldu, bien qu'un moldu aura plutôt tendance à succomber à ses blessures. Un mélange de poudre d'argent et de dictame sur une morsure de loup-garou peut fermer la blessure et éviter à la victime de mourir par hémorragie, même si cela n'empêche pas pour autant la personne de devenir un lycanthrope.

L'humain ainsi mordu subit une métamorphose forcée en loup-garou lors des nuits de pleine lune. Cette transformation est extrêmement douloureuse et se détecte par une pâleur intense du visage et quelques soucis de santé peu de temps avant la pleine lune. Sous sa forme de loup-garou, un lycanthrope perd toute notion du bien et du mal s'il n'a pas prit la potion tue-loup et n'est plus guidé que par son instinct meurtrier, ce qui en fait une créature particulièrement dangereuse pour tout humain passant à sa portée. La créature retrouvera son apparence humaine lorsque la pleine lune sera finie, en conservant les souvenirs de ce qu'elle a fait sous sa forme animale.

Il est extrêmement rare qu'un loup-garou mâle et un loup-garou femelle se croisent au cours d'une nuit de pleine lune et décident de se reproduire. Cela n'est officiellement jamais arrivé et personne donc n'est en mesure de dire si une reproduction est possible ou non entre humains infectés.

APPARENCE ET COMPORTEMENT

Contrairement à certaines représentations, le loup-garou une fois transformé conserve une apparence humanoïde. Ses membres s'étirent, son visage se métamorphose pour voir apparaître un museau et des dents pointues, son corps se couvre de poils et des griffes acérées viennent parsemer ses mains et ses pieds. Il se déplace principalement sur ses deux pattes arrières, sauf lorsqu'il se met en plein course, où il s'aide de ses pattes avant.

Là où le loup normal préfère chasser d'autres animaux plutôt que des humains, le loup-garou lui n'attaquera pas forcément ses congénères magiques mais focalisera volontiers sont attention sur le premier humain qui passe.

CLASSIFICATION ET REGISTRES MINISTÉRIEL

Afin de tenter de contrôler et de protéger humains et loups-garous, le Ministère de la Magie créera plusieurs unités et sections au cours des années.

En 1637, il instaura le Code de Conduite des Loups-Garous dans le but de recenser les loups-garous et les faire s'engager solennellement à ne pas attaquer autrui et à s'enfermer une fois par mois, lors de la pleine lune, afin de ne pas attaquer leur entourage. Aucun loup-garou n'accepta de signer ce code pour ne pas révéler au grand jour sa condition, par crainte d'être rejeté de la société.

En 1947, le Registre des loups-garous est établi par Norbert Dragonneau, qui est confronté au même problème : les loups-garous, trop honteux et effrayés à l'idée d'être rejetés de la société, gardent le silence. Quelques-uns acceptent tout de même de s'ajouter à la liste, mais celle-ci reste très incomplète pendant de nombreuses années.

Quelques temps plus tard, l'Unité de Capture des loups-garous fut également créée afin de capturer les loups-garous les plus dangereux ainsi que le Bureau d'assistance sociale aux loups-garous ayant pour but d'aider les lycans discriminés à cause de leur maladie.

Au fil des années, le Département transfèrera à plusieurs reprises le cas des loups-garous à la Section des Créatures puis à celle des Êtres Vivants et vice-versa, personne ne pouvant s'accorder à dire si un loup-garou doit être considéré comme un être humain ou un animal. La décision fut finalement prise de placer le Registre des loups-garous ainsi que l'Unité de Capture dans la Section des Créatures et le Bureau d'assistance sociale dans la Section des Êtres Vivants. Mais là encore, aucun loup-garou n'osa faire appel à ces services par peur de la réaction de son entourage. Inutilisée, cette structure est finalement quasiment abandonnée.

Dans la classification du Ministère, le loup-garou se trouver au dernier stade ; XXXXX : Connu pour être un tueur de sorcier / Impossible à dresser ou à domestiquer, au même titre que les dragons, basilics ou acromentules.

EN SOCIÉTÉ

Pendant longtemps, la communauté magique a éprouvé un certain dégoût et une certaine crainte envers leurs semblables atteints de lycanthropie, semblant penser que les lycanthropes représentaient un danger même lorsqu'il étaient sous forme humaine, comme l'avait supposé Emerett Picardy dans son livre La Lycanthropie est un crime : pourquoi les loups-garous ne méritent pas de vivre. Il a été très difficile pour les lycanthropes de trouver un emploi au sein de la communauté magique, notamment depuis l'écriture de la législation antiloups-garous par Dolores Ombrage en 1993. Ce rejet par la société a fait que les sorciers atteints de cette maladie vivaient souvent dans la pauvreté, certains allant même jusqu'à s'exiler pour vivre au sein de communautés exclusivement lycanes.

Aujourd'hui, les mentalités ont un peu évoluées mais beaucoup de sorciers infectés taisent encore leur pathologie par peur d'être jugés et/ou rejetés. Le Département de Contrôle et de Régulation des Créatures Magiques tente toujours de tenir un registre le plus précis possible et une section spéciale a été créée à l'hôpital Sainte Mangouste pour accueillir les lycans blessés ou désireux d'avoir de l'aide durant les quelques jours avant/pendant/après la pleine lune.

INTERACTION AVEC LES AUTRES SPÉCIFICITÉS

LOUP-GAROU vs ANIMAGUS : Aucune interaction particulière. La personne atteinte de lycanthropie ayant l'odorat plus développé que la moyenne, elle peut cependant être beaucoup réceptive à l'odeur que dégage les animagus en fonction de leur animal et ressentir un trouble par rapport à cela - comme par exemple, être dérangé par une odeur de gibier ou apaisé par l'odeur d'un animal de type canin. Si un.e animagus et un.e lycanthrope venaient à s'accoupler, l'enfant ne possèderait aucune de ces caractéristiques. Aucune des deux spécificités n'est héréditaire. En revanche, si un.e animagus se fait mordre par un loup-garou, sa vie se trouve fortement en danger. Dans l'hypothèse ou cela se produirait, les gènes des deux animaux entreraient dans une lutte acharnée à l'intérieur du système immunitaire de l'animagus. Dans le meilleur des cas, l'un ou l'autre des deux ADN réussirait à prendre l'ascendant ; le sorcier ou la sorcière animagus aurait donc 50% de chance de rester un.e animagus et 50% d'être contaminé.e par le gène de lycanthropie sans aucune chance de pouvoir redevenir un animagus un jour. Dans le pire des cas, l'animagus pourrait succomber de cette morsure si aucun des ADN ne réussissait à battre l'autre.

LOUP-GAROU vs MÉTAMORPHOMAGE : Aucune interaction spécifique. Si un.e métamorphomage et un.e lycanthrope venaient à s'accoupler, l'enfant aurait 50% de chance d'être porteur du gène de métamorphomage. Le don de loup-garou n'est pas héréditaire. En revanche, si un.e métamorphomage se fait mordre par un.e loup-garou, sa vie est fortement en danger. Dans l'hypothèse ou cela se produirait, les gènes de loup-garou et l'ADN du ou de la métamorphomage entreraient dans une lutte acharnée à l'intérieur du système immunitaire de la personne mordue. Dans le meilleur des cas, le ou la métamorphomage est transformé.e en loup-garou et perd son don de transformation. Dans le pire des cas, il ou elle pourrait succomber à cette morsure.

LOUP-GAROU vs LÉGILIMENS : Aucune interaction spécifique. Les loups-garous n'ont aucune résistances spécifiques aux légilimens et ils ont un esprit complètement libre et ouvert face aux légilimens. Si un.e légilimens et un.e lycanthrope venaient à s'accoupler, l'enfant aurait 50% de chance d'être porteur du don de légilimancie si et uniquement si le parent porteur est un.e légilimens de naissance. Le don de loup-garou n'est pas héréditaire. En revanche, si un.e légilimens se fait mordre par un.e loup-garou, sa vie est fortement en danger. Dans l'hypothèse ou cela se produirait, les gènes de loup-garou entreraient dans une lutte acharnée à l'intérieur du système immunitaire du légilimens. Dans le meilleur des cas, le ou la légilimens est transformé.e en loup-garou et perd son don de légilimancie. Dans le pire des cas, il ou elle pourrait succomber à cette morsure.

LOUP-GAROU vs OCCLUMENS : Aucune interaction particulière. Si un.e occlumens et un.e lycanthrope venaient à s'accoupler, l'enfant ne possèderait aucune de ces caractéristiques. Aucune des deux spécificités n'est héréditaire. En revanche, si un.e occlumens se fait mordre par un loup-garou, sa vie se trouve fortement en danger. Dans l'hypothèse ou cela se produirait, les gènes du loup-garou entreraient dans une lutte acharnée à l'intérieur du système immunitaire de l'occlumens. Dans le meilleur des cas, le sorcier ou la sorcière occlumens aurait 50% de chance de rester un.e occlumens et 50% d'être contaminé.e par le gène de lycanthropie sans aucune chance de pouvoir redevenir un occlumens un jour. Dans le pire des cas, l'occlumens pourrait succomber de cette morsure.

LOUP-GAROU vs VOYANT : Il faut qu'un.e occlumens soit au top de sa forme et de santé mentale pour être capable de brouiller les visions d'un.e voyant.e. Si l'occumens est assez puissant.e et surtout que rien ne le déconcentre, alors le.la voyant.e sera incapable d'avoir des visions de ces individus. Cela ne veut pas dire qu'ils sont capables de les reconnaître ; ils n'auront simplement jamais de visions d'eux. Si un.e occlumens et un.e voyant.e venaient à s'accoupler, l'enfant aurait 50% de chance d'avoir le 3ème oeil. Le don d'Occlumancie n'est pas héréditaire.

LOUP-GAROU vs DEMI-VELANE : Aucune interaction. La personne atteinte de lycanthropie n'a aucun pouvoir sur le demi-vélane et elle est n'a pas de résistance contre son charme. La personne atteinte de lycanthropie ayant l'odorat plus développé que la moyenne, elle peut cependant être beaucoup réceptive à l'odeur que dégage les demi-vélane et ressentir une attirance par rapport à ça. Cependant, les 3 jours précédents la pleine lune ainsi que les 3 jours suivants, le.a lycanthrope se voit assez affaibli et devient donc bien moins résistant.e à l'envoûtement durant cette petite semaine. Si un.e descendant.e de vélane et un.e lycanthrope venaient à s'accoupler, l'enfant aurait des chances d'être porteur du gène de vélane. Le gène de loup-garou n'est pas héréditaire. En revanche, si un.e demi-vélane se fait mordre par un loup-garou, sa vie est fortement en danger. Dans l'hypothèse ou cela se produirait, les gènes des deux créatures entreraient dans une lutte acharnée à l'intérieur du système immunitaire du demi-vélane. Dans le meilleur des cas, l'un ou l'autre des deux ADN réussit à prendre l'ascendant ; le ou la demi-vélane aurait donc 50% de chance de rester un.e descendant.e de vélane et 50% d'être contaminé.e par le gène de lycanthropie. Dans le pire des cas, le ou la demi-vélane pourrait succomber de cette morsure si aucun des ADN ne réussissait à battre l'autre.

LOUP-GAROU vs DEMI-SIRENE : Aucune interaction. Si un.e descendant.e de sirène et un.e lycanthrope venaient à s'accoupler, l'enfant aurait des chances d'être porteur du gène de sirène. Le gène de loup-garou n'est pas héréditaire. En revanche, si un.e demi-sirène se fait mordre par un loup-garou, sa vie est fortement en danger. Dans l'hypothèse ou cela se produirait, les gènes des deux créatures entreraient dans une lutte acharnée à l'intérieur du système immunitaire du demi-sirène. Dans le meilleur des cas, l'un ou l'autre des deux ADN réussit à prendre l'ascendant ; le ou la demi-sirène aurait donc 50% de chance de rester un.e descendant.e de sirène et 50% d'être contaminé.e par le gène de lycanthropie. Dans le pire des cas, le ou la demi-sirène pourrait succomber de cette morsure si aucun des ADN ne réussissait à battre l'autre.

LOUP-GAROU vs LOUP-GAROU : Les loups-garous se reconnaissent facilement entre eux. Il y a cette odeur, cette aura, cette sensation qui fait que. S'ils font parti de la même meute, aucun problème, s'ils viennent d'un clan différent en revanche, il y a de fortes chances qu'ils ne s'apprécient pas. Sous leurs formes humaines, ils pourraient se provoquer quitte à prendre le risque de laisser leurs natures canines prendre un peu le dessus. Sous leurs forme de loup-garou, ils pourraient se battre toute la nuit durant jusqu'à ce qu'un des deux en sorte vainqueur... Si deux loups-garous venaient à s'accoupler, l'enfant n'hériterait pas de la spécificité, le gène de loup-garou n'étant pas héréditaire.

LOUP-GAROU vs VAMPIRE : Aucune interaction particulière. Les vampires et les loups-garous ayant l'odorat bien plus développé que la moyenne, ils peuvent sans problème se sentir et se reconnaitre ; le loup-garou dégageant une forte odeur de chien pour le vampire et le vampire dégageant l'odeur de la mort pour le loup-garou. Ennemis naturels depuis la nuit des temps, ils ne s'apprécient pas vraiment. Un.e vampire et un.e loup-garou ne peuvent pas s'accoupler, le ou la vampire n'étant cliniquement ni biologiquement vivant. Si un.e vampire se fait mordre par un loup-garou, rien ne se passe, mise à part que le ou la vampire risquerait d'être salement amoché.e selon l'ampleur de la morsure. Un.e vampire étant décédé.e, rien ne peut pénétrer ni contaminer son système sanguin. Un.e vampire est destiné.e à rester tel quel jusqu'à la nuit des temps ou jusqu'à ce qu'iel soit tué.e. En revanche, si un.e loup-garou se fait mordre par un vampire, dans le but d'une vampirisation, les gènes du vampire prendrait l'ascendant, tuant les gènes de l'animal. Le loup-garou perdrait donc son don au profit de celui de vampire. Si le loup-garou se fait mordre sans entamer le processus de transformation en vampire, il ou elle reste un.e lycanthrope.

LOUP-GAROU vs FOURCHELANG : Aucune interaction particulière. Si un.e fourchelang et un.e lycanthrope venaient à s'accoupler, l'enfant aurait 20% de chance d'hériter de la faculté de parler aux serpents. Si un.e fourchelang se fait mordre par un loup-garou, sa vie se trouve fortement en danger. Dans l'hypothèse ou cela se produirait, les gènes du loup-garou entreraient dans une lutte acharnée à l'intérieur du système immunitaire du fourchelang. Dans le meilleur des cas, le sorcier ou la sorcière fourchelang aurait 50% de chance conserver sa faculté et 50% d'être contaminé.e par le gène de lycanthropie sans aucune chance de pouvoir réapprendre le Fourchelang un jour. Dans le pire des cas, iel pourrait succomber de cette morsure.

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Part 17 Fic Recommendations!

I have tried to vary the authors a little here and have mostly succeeded? One of the recs is a very popular fic series, but I still included it since this is for all the fic that stands out to me/I think a lot of people may enjoy. Some of these names may start to be familiar as I'm just getting to 2020 in the Ao3 read through.

The idea of this one is something I have not seen before (and I've read like 200 pages of DP fics) so it gets mentioned for creativity. Danny is dead + time travel shenanigans.

I was not aware I needed this character to be ace, but I do. Paulina wants to ask Phantom to a school dance and she uses Val to try to do it.

Jack and Maddie capture Wulf.

It turns out Danny, Vlad, and Elle aren't the only halfas. Also, GiW is involved.

One of my favorite AUs and my favorite of the corpse AUs so it has to get mentioned! I've read this a handful of times. Danny's half death left a body, body gets found, cops have a great time.

Clone Wes AU.

Mer AU. This one is super short, but I had to include it because it is ridiculous and imagining the end made me laugh.

Sickfic with body horror and a side of power malfunction. Really don't remember much of this one other than I liked it enough to put it on the rec list because I was sick when reading and brain fog exists. Lol

Two fics. One is Val getting invited to the coronation of the new ghost king. The second is the Fenton parents reacting to the coronation of the ghost king.

Identity reveal! This one is really sweet.

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FLORIS VANHOOF + ALTERSGRUPPE + SAMI BERGOLD + LANA SUBDUCTIONS

Le Non_Jazz SAMEDI LE 03.12 FLORIS VANHOOF / be SAMI BERGOLD / fr ALTERSGRUPPE ca / us / il / fr LANA SUBDUCTIONS / fr au Café de Paris 158, rue Oberkampf 75011 M° Ménilmontant P.A.F. 6€ 20:00 portes 20:45 action 23:45 fin d'action FLORIS VANHOOF / be Attaché au grain et au souffle du support analogique, prolifique, " pluridisciplinaire " et indéniablement très doué, il travaille principalemnet sur l'hybridation d'images animées, fixes et de sons produits la plupart du temps via ses " machines " - synthés, oscillateurs & co - bricolées à la maison. " Ses films réalisés en super8 ou 16mm entre 2004 et 2008 aiment les jeux de lentilles, de netteté, les effets loupe façon la vie à travers un microscope, et aussi détourner la banalité du quotidien. Ses performances investissent encore plus la persistence de la vision et la perception elle-même avec un lien direct avec la musique électronique. Il existe souvent des liens directs (controleur de voltage) entre les deux." (Metamkine) " Floris Vanhoof combine des circuits musicaux faits maison et des technologies de projection abandonnées pour des installations, des performances cinématographiques étendues et des sorties musicales. Traduire l'un à l'autre pour découvrir comment fonctionne notre perception et quelles nouvelles perspectives apparaissent. Floris Vanhoof (°1982, lives and works in Antwerp, Belgium) ( Re:Voir ) Floris Vanhoof (1982) is interested in the hybrid form of music, photography and film. His first projections, experimental films on 16 millimeter, evolve towards pure visual experiences in which he questions our viewing patterns. Inspired by structural film and early electronic music he makes audiovisual installations, expanded cinema performances and music releases. Vanhoof builds his own instruments to discover the border between image, light and sound. As media-archeologist, he confronts the digital spoiled audience with flickering 16 mm films and 35mm slide installations, formats doomed to disappear. Purposefully he choses analog technology due to the greater transparency of the workflow and rich dynamic range. Regardless of nostalgia he experiments with what used to be hightech. Vanhoof searches for ways to make new images with old media. He makes his own translations from sound to image and vise-versa, by connecting one medium on the -not always compatible- other. He’s especially curious to what his work elicits in the viewer. How does our perception operates and which new perspectives appear? Installations were shown in LLS387 Antwerp, SMAK Ghent, Castlefield gallery Manchester, Vooruit Ghent, Netwerk Alost, Bozar Brussels, Filmfestival Ghent, Beursschouwburg Brussels, De Centrale Brussels, FOMU Antwerp. Performances took place in ISSUE Project Room New York, Aural Mexico City, UH Budapest, Hangar Bicocca Milan, Centre d’art contemporain Dijon, ZKM Zentrum für Kunst und Medientechnologie Karlsruhe, Internationaal Filmfestival Rotterdam, Flagey Brussels, Café OTO London, Extracity Antwerp, Witte de With Rotterdam, Kaskcinema Ghent, International Mystery Los Angeles, The Wulf Los Angeles, Ancienne Belgique Brussels, Museum of Elsene, KMSKA Antwerp, Les Urbaines Lausanne, Xing Live Arts Week Bologna, Electrónica en Abril Madrid, Lal Lal Lal Tampere en Helsinki. In 2015 received the price of the public at the Young Belgian Art Prize ( Meakusma Festival ) https://florisvanhoof.com/ https://florisvanhoof.bandcamp.com/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_6WdDX5RN4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmz-V8zU6Go

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lvJ77mQe1o

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMLnI3VqhqY https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XG-AXs5SboU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zG8nE11zQYI

ALTERSGRUPPE ca / us / il / fr un agglomérat bien composite et cosmopolite d'individus, résidant tous à Paris - et tous dotés d'une personnalité forte, distincte et distinguée. On y retrouve ( souvent ) le très charismatique Max K. aka City Dragon ( vocals & some other things ), le plutôt discret Dudi M. aux cassettes, à la batterie ( & co ), le pince-sans-rire " Willy " à la basse, l'épatant Nicolas R. à l'électronique principalement analogique et l'exubérant Jim S. aux images et à l'électronique aussi. Free form, free no-fi, free-whatever gets you thru the night. ( it's alright it'salright.) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZaaRvXIGMg4&t=696s

SAMI BERGOLD / fr

Sami Bergold est un auteur-compositeur né au XXème siècle et ayant vécu la majeure partie de sa vie en Île-de-France, dans la partie correspondant au nord-est parisien. Il a récemment changé d’opérateur téléphonique (Mobile + Box), passant de Bouygues Télécom à Free. Il trouve la vie douloureuse et compliquée, remplie d’injonctions inutiles, dégradantes et contradictoires. Il est alcoolique depuis le lycée, et est également un grand consommateur de médicaments. Il s’inscrit totalement dans une vision romantique du poète maudit, quand bien même il tenterait de s’en défendre (ce qu’il ne fait pas).

Sa musique est parfois qualifiée de « non-musique », tant l’écoute pour le « commun des mortels » semble hors d’évidence; toutefois il s’en défend, puisque pour lui tout est musique. Mais il est vrai que dénué de toute capacité objectivement technique, il joue contre les attentes d’un public qui souhaiterait recevoir des sonorités harmonieuses et agréables.

Mais Merzbow ne disait-il pas si la définition de la noise était une musique désagréable et agressive à l’écoute, alors pour lui la vraie noise se trouvait dans la pop commerciale

(je crois même qu’il voulait dire la pop tout court) ?

Sami Bergold se défend de faire de la noise (au sens où on l’entend habituellement, c’est-à-dire pas dans le sens où Merzbow le contredit),

mais il ne s’agit peut-être là que de débats sémantiques un peu barbants.

Plus factuellement il utilisait jusqu’à présent un mini-armada de matériel de fortune: synthétiseurs bas-de-gamme (souvent de type « à potards », ou générateurs de fréquences), walkmans (donc K7s), pédales d’effets. Ses dernières prestations scéniques l’ont vu utiliser de plus en plus fréquemment de la guitare électrique, qui est devenu quasiment son instrument de prédilection ces derniers temps (peut-être aussi par lassitude des synthétiseurs à potard), à tel point qu’il prépare un album (un « LP ») sur un nouveau label qui verra le jour en 2023, L’eau des fleurs, centré sur cet instrument. Lui-même dirige un label qui s’appelle Premier Sang, sur lequel il a sorti des disques de Sister Iodine, Macronympha, Mesa of the Lost Women, mais aussi un maxi de techno / house qui est devenu très légèrement culte : « To Live and Die E.P. » par Violence FM; ce label dort sur ses lauriers, la dernière sortie conséquente ayant été un double LP de lui-même sous un autre de ses pseudonymes: Z.B. Aids a.k.a. Valerie Smith (échec commercial malgré la publicité faite par Cameron Jamie sur ce disque dans Art Forum), en 2017. Il est également plasticien, même si il aime se définir plutôt comme un poète, malgré le fait d’être représenté en galerie par Valeria Cetraro (en même temps Henri Michaux avait bien un galeriste, lui aussi…). Depuis 2006 il co-dirige un projet (magazine ? revue ? fanzine ?) avec Jonas Delaborde qui s’appelle Nazi Knife. Il est, comme tout le monde, inquiet pour le futur. Son nom civil est Hendrik Hegray.SEXY WATER est le titre d'un coffret triple K7 - publié par le label Scum Yr Earth ces jours-ci et dont on espère voir les exemplaires ce soir-là.

https://soundcloud.com/user-496765036 https://soundcloud.com/sami-bergold https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLSFpJl7-HM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5HlJU6OOVm0

LANA SUBDUCTIONS / fr Communiqué officiel : " Méryll Ampe, Élodie Rassell et Romain Perrot collaborent de manière instinctive et radicale, utilisant SUBDUCTION SONORE ET VISUELLE, notre processus d'incurvation et de déplacement d'éléments sonores, plongeant, s'enfonçant et ressurgissant, en dévoilant des états sonores et visuels / sensoriels qui se déploient, des entités qui se croisent, se mélangent ou se décomposent, pour créer une fiction de Lana Del Rey."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gZmKQhgPJBU

Fly - Jo L’Indien

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SB: Sister RElocation thoughts that have been in my head (vol 2? 3?)

when Elle (Baby), Ballora, Golddy, and Bonneo are getting reassigned to the main Mega Plex (after Lols' reset breakdown), the higherups also decide to send the main programmer, who developed the adaptive coding the Funrocks use, to also head there to properly do diagnostics. this person? Sam Emily (Sam-E) (there was several Mister E/Mystery jokes in memos before this i'm sure). Sam's got Wulf as a guardian?? maybe he's a project that Sam is working on/testing, so Wulf's working off batteries maybe?? trying to see if the Circus Plaza could revert to being rentals instead of being confined to one location. anywhos, Sam gets called in too...so the kids have an adult on their side i guess. Mrs Afton actually was behind the scholarships that Sam earned to go to college; she watched him grow up on the sidelines just in case he developed his father's capabilities, and when he did made sure she'd get first dibs to use his skills. thus, Sam wrote the adaptive coding, which led to Elle and Lols being Elizabeth and Charlie (and Vixx might be himself).

in the post-main story/AU with Lilbit and Teddy...Sam finds Vixx wasn't fully decommissioned, but just put into storage, so he arranges for stuff to get moved to the Mega Plex (the Circus Plaz is getting closer to opening, so they don't mind sending stuff off site to make more room to work for a bit). Sam's able to repair Vixx, so VixxWulf.

but also, the Plaza stuff got sent down to storage, so they had to go digging for it...and they found the old yellow Chica. Chica doesn't remember being yellow, but she remembers things from when there was a yellow Chica (i like to think that the Glamrocks are at least eth secondary, if not tertiary iteration at the Mega Plex, so yellow Chica and purple Bonnie were from the previous sets, same as Foxy). this brings Freddy and Bonnie's memories into question, since they didn't remember her being yellow either...but they do remember the things. anyways, Sam manages to get her activated too, but with a new/modified personality matrix, so she is now Chica-Dee(dee).

the logic for this; Circus Plaza is going to reopen soon, so the Funrocks are going to go back, but they've all kinda gotten cozy at the Mega Plex. with Vixx being reactivated, Lols can stay (and Wulf can go to the Plaza, since there's no more Elle or Ballora), but Golddy has to go back with the Bons leaving Chica...but with Chica-Dee, the first thought was "oh she can go because open slot" but now Chica wants to go with Golddy and the Bons, which is sad because she's leaving her friends. but also Roxy and Chica-Dee sorta start vibing (because Dee is all confused about white Chica, and feels like an afterthought/replacement/not as beloved, and Roxy totally gets all that). plus Chica fits the Funrocks' most white coloring better (though Wulf being gray doesn't...)

half mentioned above, Sam dealing with Gregory and Cassie. he becomes a very tired babysitter very quickly, but does bond a bit with Gregory over games. but this does beg the question how he interacts with Vanessa, since they're both into coding and deal with the Fazgang. also the question of if they are related...

not my AU related but a thought i've had; i love the classic monster reffs in this. Sister Location having the Dracula stuff when the MC becomes a walking undead, and also abandoning your son that is just like you that mirrors William and Michael. but also giving Vanessa the Shelly surname, as in Frankenstein, because the animatronics are simulacrums brought to life by electricity in similar manor; plus her Vanny suit being stitching patchwork.

#thinking outloud #my writing #SB: Sister RElocation

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ElleWulfTaxidermy scammed me out of a $700 commission, along with who knows how many others. I don’t know if I’ll ever see my pelt again, but I’m posting it with the fear that she might sell it and to warn others in case she comes back.

I commissioned Elle back in April of 2020 for a custom soft mount. Her portfolio featured works like this:

For the first month, she was incredibly responsive and shared progress shots.

On June 10, she messaged me discussing “health complications” and that she would be working on the pelt when she visited her partner. She then updated me on July 13, saying, “Hi there! Just letting you know that I am recovering from some health issues and am taking a small break from work. Luckily your fox is almost done either way so she should be sent out soon after I’m back on my feet. Thanks!”

I responded with support and well wishes. She did not message me again until August 15, vaguely mentioning that she was “dealing with a relapse” of one of her illnesses. She posted this on Instagram on August 20th:

Caption:

General life update. I disappeared off of Instagram and Discord for about 2 months, and am back with some news and changes. Firstly, yes I’m okay. Being ill and disabled gets in the way often, and it decided to take it’s toll these past few months - so I was pretty much forced to put everything down and take a long break. Spent the time at my partner’s house (I’m still here for 2 days) and will continue working when I’m back in Alabama. Thank you so much to those who have been waiting for me, it’s well appreciated. I learned that while doing taxidermy gives me great joy, I simply cannot handle doing it as a job. The money, the timing, and every little thing makes my anxiety flare up to no end. And with my poor mental health, there’s no telling how long this would last. But I guess it has ended now. As of now, I am quitting. I am no longer doing commissions of any sort. This will force me to slow my own collection and personal pieces as well, but that is what’s best. I am obviously finishing up my current mounts, but after this I am done. I will only do this as a hobby until further notice. If people are curious for details, feel free to DM.

She did not message me personally, so the Instagram post is all I had. I gave her space to respond until I decided to message her at the end of August. Then, this is the only communication we had (posting as text for ease of viewing):

Aug 31, 2020 Me: I know things are a bit all over the place right now but if you have any idea of an ETA I would be very appreciative! Elle: Of course! I think a week or 2 at the most, honestly. Her face is done, so now that I’m back to work it won’t be long! I’ll send more updates as I go along. Sep 18, 2020 Me: Hey, any updates? I may have to move again soon and I’d really like to know. Thanks! Sep 20, 2020 Elle: That’s totally fine! I plan on getting all my commissions done by the end of the month + early October ^_^ Oct 6, 2020 Me: Hi! I just finished moving in. Any updates? Oct 16, 2020 Me: Please get back to me if you can. I’ve been getting worried about receiving her and want to know when I’m supposed to expect her. :(

After not hearing from her for a week after my last message, I filed a request with Etsy to investigate. Literally three minutes after the claim was filed, Elle messaged me.

Oct 21, 2020 3:52pm

Me:

Issue: I haven't received it Ideal resolution: Receive pelt + refund for any unfinished work I haven't heard anything from you in several weeks and am unsure what to do. I don't know what's going on and just want to talk about any potential solution we could reach. I'd rather have the pelt than a refund, she's very special and I've been waiting months to get her, but I need to know if getting her to me is an option at this point.

Oct 21, 2020 3:55pm

Elle: Hi there, I’m so so sorry. I just got out of the hospital a few days ago and was away from my phone. The situation was urgent and I was not able to reach out to clients. Your fox is still in my possession and will be finished. I know I have said this many times, yet a lot of personal factors have been implemented which has made work hard. Even with that said, the time it’s taken to get her finished is still not appropriate. But now that I’m out of the hospital, I’ll definitely keep at work. She’s very close to being finished - she only needs her legs

Me: I understand, but this isn't an issue spanning just a few days when my messages have been ignored for weeks and I'm not the only person who's been having similar issues, I can only assume the worst when I haven't been spoken to at all or given any updates in months. Either you can send her to me as-is without having to work on her more with a partial refund so it's over with and you don't have to work more, or we can figure out a day to have her done and shipped by and I can get picture updates because I'm just starting to worry and I don't think it's fair that I had to escalate to filing a case for you to message me at all to let me know anything about the situation.

Oct 25, 2020

Elle: I know. I really do apologize. I can send you images later this morning or afternoon - she’s here with me. Due to a lot of personal circumstances, doing any work at all has been hard. But that still doesn’t excuse the fact that I’ve been slacking with sending updates. I really am sorry about the situation. I’ve only now been able to work out the logistics of getting everything done and sent out. She’ll be finished soon, especially the fact that she only has to get a few little things done (paws and legs). Once again, I am majorly sorry. You can expect her to be shipped out relatively soon.

Oct 26, 2020

Me: I don't know what relatively soon means here, since it's been different every time and I don't want to keep waiting an indeterminate amount of time. I just want a hard date or to have her shipped out to me as-is. I was never sent any pictures, please do.

Oct 29, 2020

Me: If you’re planning on sending her as-is, I’ll give you my new address. If not, I’m requesting a refund.

Oct 30, 2020

Elle: I’ll have her shipped out within this or next week. I’ll get you some pictures tomorrow, as well. Once again, very sorry for the wait and service. She’ll be with you in no time.

She sent me pictures on October 31st, showing that she had not done any work on her since the very first pictures she sent me back at the beginning of May.

On November 6th, she told me that “due to an abundance of doctor appointments and health-related matters, it will take that extra time.”

I had been supportive and patient throughout this entire process. 2020 was a difficult year for everyone, and this is a commission I expected to take a while anyway. I am no stranger to disability or illness, physical or mental. I decided to pursue a refund with Etsy once the situation seemed beyond resolution, but since they cap their refunds at 100 days past the estimated shipping date, they were unable to provide me a refund for the near $700 I spent on this commission. Effectively, Elle had strung me along for so long without any indication of planning to send me this pelt finished or unfinished that I could no longer file for a refund with PayPal OR Etsy. This was our next correspondence:

Nov 7, 2020

Me: Don't work on her anymore and send her as-is. This is obviously something that has been causing issues for months without any communication and I have no other frame of reference except promises falling through. I'm requesting a partial refund for unfinished work and asking that you please do not keep working on her. I just want to have the pelt at this point and to have some of my money back after waiting for so long for something that I can't even guarantee will be in my hands because I don't know if I can trust you. I can't even escalate to Etsy directly because it has been over 100 days, they don't help with orders past then, and at this point literally all I can do is beg you to respond to any of my prior requests that you haven't responded to other than with vague promises. Please send her as-is and work out with me what percentage is unfinished so that we can close this.

Nov 9, 2020

Elle: Okay. We can definitely do that. I am so sorry that this has turned out the way it has. Tomorrow I will do calculations on the refund amount. Once again, my most sincere apologies.

Me: Thank you!

Nov 14, 2020

Me: Any updates?

Nov 16, 2020

Me: Please get back to me. Once again I have no idea what's going on.

Elle: Hey there. I’m still working on calculation and amounts - due to the hospital fees I’m having to see the most efficient way of providing the refund. I’m going to give you money back for perhaps 2/3 of the labor (as I only had the head done) and I need to figure out amounts for shipping and such.

I then did not hear back from her for a week.

Nov 23, 2020

Me: I'm going to need the projection for the refund within 48 hours, or I'm going to have no choice at this point but to contest the charge with my bank.

My bank refused to issue a refund because the payment was through PayPal and not my actual debit card. She never responded to my message at the end of November, and I received no correspondence from her until Christmas Eve. While Etsy refused to issue me a refund, they locked her account as a seller so she could not sell the other listings she still had up until she resolved the issue with me. She sent me this. Dec 24, 2020

Elle: This is a copy + paste message. Each individual will be spoken to after this has been sent. Hi there. I wanted to greatly apologize for my disappearance and lack of communication for the past few months. It is completely inappropriate and uncalled for. I have been struggling with my health, and as of recently my conditions have gotten much worse. I am sending full refunds to everybody as I am no longer in working conditions. I am so terribly sorry. If it’s a commission, I will give you a full refund and the pelt (no matter how far in the mount is). If it’s a trade, I am sending your part back. Regardless, you are getting what you sent to me in the first place. After this has been sent, I will answer any questions and concerns + we will work out the ins and outs of getting you your money back. Once again - I am so sorry. I had no idea things would get to this point with my personal life.

Again, I understand the money issues and stress that comes with hospital bills and life in general. I was also terrified that if I did not compromise and tell her not to worry about the money, just give me the pelt, that I would never see my pelt again. I told her to ship me the pelt, and that I did not want money. I never heard from her again. The messages at the start of this post are the last things we ever talked about. All I want is to have my pelt back. I didn’t want to slander an up and coming taxidermist, to have to make a post like this. She has been vague, unresponsive, and has straight-up lied to me several times and taken advantage of my good faith until I could no longer pursue a refund. If anyone else has experience with Elle (it seems she has done this to several people, if her ‘copy paste’ message is any indication), or a way to contact her, please let me know.

#taxidermy #soft mount #fox taxidermy #taxidermy commission #buyer beware #ellewulftaxidermy #elle wulf #long post

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Day Twenty-Six: Pumpkin

A03 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34214308/chapters/87328732

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No warnings this chapter! Romero is Wulf’s human disguise. Special thanks to everyone for reading my stuff!!!

“Romero, you’re making a huge mess,” Flynn laughed.

“Aye, it’s hard not to. This is a really huge calabaza,” the other pointed out, his hands covered in the pulp and seeds. Alicia couldn’t help but give a small chuckle at the sight.

“You want some help then?”

“No, pero gracias.”

The three of them had come right before Halloween to visit Amity Park, and more importantly, to visit Maddie and her family. Alicia used to make the traditional visit before with Flynn before he disappeared, but now that he was back, she decided to reestablish it. Only this year there was a new addition.

“Romero, do you want any napkins?” Maddie asked. Like the other residents of Fentonworks, she already finished carving her pumpkin before their arrival, and was busy putting away some dishes.

“Yes please,” Romero replied as he continued to place the pulp in a bowl. Danny sat nearby, having the job of sifting through to find the seeds that they would roast later.

“I’m pretty sure there’s enough to last for two years,” the teen jokes.

“Maybe, as long as you and your dad don’t try to snack on them too often,” Alicia answered with a laugh.

The doorbell rang. “I got it,” Jazz said as she walked downstairs. The door squeaked open as the sound of footsteps grew louder.

“Hey Danny!” Tucker greeted. He was dressed like a werewolf with big furry paws, a headband with two ears, and pointed fangs.

“Oh hey, your aunt and cousins are here,” Sam added, dressed up like a watch.

“You told them I was coming?” Alicia asked her nephew.

“Mhm, though Romero’s not my cousin. Remember that guy that found Flynn that I told you about,” Danny reminded his friends. Both of them responded with an “Oooooh.”

“Nice to meet you dude,” Tucker said.

“I’d shake your hand, but you might want to wash them a few times before you do that,” Sam added.

Romero laughed. “It’s nice to meet you two.”

“I thought Valerie and Elle were coming with you guys,” Danny asked.

“Who are they? Alicia questioned.

“Here we are!” A new voice called from behind Tucker and Sam. The two teens moved out of the way as two others walked up and dramatically posed. One was an older girl wearing a Spider Gwen outfit, and had dark skin and curly brown hair. The other was dressed up as Penny Parker, having black hair, bright blue eyes, and…

Looked an awful lot like Danny?

“Tada!” The older girl said.

“What do you think?!” The younger one said.

“I think you both look amazing!” Maddie replied.

“Nice costume, Elle!” Danny said in agreement.

“Told you it would be great!” Elle replied, before looking at Flynn and Romero. “Oh my gosh, you’re carving a pumpkin?”

Flynn nodded. “Yeah! You want to watch?”

“Yes!” Elle bounded right over and sat down between them. “What are you going to carve on it?”

“Arañas! Spiders!” Romero replied.

“Small friendly spiders, and also a huge bat on another side in case kids are arachnophobic,” Flynn reminded him.

“I’m not afraid of spiders,” Elle pipped.

“I bet you’re not,” Flynn replied in agreement.

The more that Alicia watched them, the more she couldn’t help but feel that the trio somehow knew each other. But how? Flynn claimed that he only remembered meeting Romero, and everything else was missing.

Elle was also a mystery. She looked way too similar to Danny, right down to her wispy hair. She gave a questioning glance to her son, who paused but simply shrugged.

Her nephew and his friends were chatting away, presumably about trick or treating hours away from beginning. Alicia felt a bit rude to ask Danny questions right now.

Yet part of her didn’t want to ask. Flynn looked so alive chatting with Romero and answering any question Elle had on her mind. It would ruin the first Halloween he had back as a member of the Fenton family.

“How long has it been since Sam and Tucker visited this house for trick or treating,” Alicia asked her sister as she sat down on the table.

“A few years. They’re really close to each other,” Maddie replied. Both watched as the teens were laughing after Valerie said some sort of joke. Elle seemed to overhear their conversation and giggled loudly.

She gave a sigh. “I wonder how many moments I’ve missed while I was back at my home.”

Her sister gave a thin smile. “It wasn’t easy going through them while Flynn was away, I have to admit. But I’m glad he’s back, and more importantly, that we’re altogether.”

Flynn was telling the teens a story that he learned from somewhere, and after finishing, everyone burst out laughing. Flynn himself was practically crying out tears of joy.

“Yeah, I’m glad we’re together too,” Alicia agreed, never more grateful for her little pumpkin to be back.

#danny phantom #ectober 2021 #ectoberhaunt 2021 #ectoberhaunt treat #dp wulf #wulf #dp flynn #flynn fenton #elle #dani phantom #valerie gray #sam manson #tucker foley #danny fenton #jazz fenton #maddie fenton #aunt alicia #dp alicia

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