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bitchycatwizard · 2 years

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The SPECTRE AU- The Coalition

Second Attempt

It takes about a month to gather all the ones they belive they could work with, Skulker and Red Huntress being the hardest to convince.

In an unassuming warehouse at the outskirts of Amity Park Industrial Park (about a block and a half).

There is a gathering of people and spirits trying to come up with enough that they have in common to work together.

It is an odd gathering, all of them nervous, all trying to play it cool, Tucker and Technus trying to distract themself with something on Tuck’s PDA.

Cujo chasing his tail not noticing the tension.

Ellie sitting on Wulfs shoulder dangling her little legs while he just stands there like a nervous Pangolin.

Constantine is massaging his nosebridge trying to ward of a headache.

He calls for attention.

They have gathered here because there are some people and spirits that want to rule and to hurt, to control and to forbid, to stand alone at the top and none of us are among the ones they want to keep happy.

They see us a threats to whatever plans they have.

The GiW, Nocturne, Klarion, Vortex, Undergrowth, Plasmius and Anton Arcane are the ones that Constantine mentions.

The people are quitley contemplating this.

And Phantom is overwhelmed Constantine continues.

There needs to be more of us, that keeps ALL of us safe.

Now the Noise increase, now there is shouting untill eventually their minds clear enough to be a bit quite.

And eventually they all agree.

Constantine is put as boss of the Organisation (he really does not want to), after the liberal use of puppy dog eyes to convince him.

And also the reason that he is the only real option as leader when meeting other heroes, law enforcement agencies and other entites.

This Protection Organisation that will protect People and Spirits alike from the worst of either side.

Skulker only really agree when Constantine pays him with monthly hunting trips to many different realities, if he behaves himself.

Ember atleast at first, just goes along with har boyfriend.

Technus is given a new goal and his main mission is to keep everybodies tech topnotch and Skulker in particular (so that Plasmius can not bribe him).

Wulf likes Phantom, so he goes along with it.

The rest are more or less heroes.

Cujo is a good doggo.

It is Tucker that comes up with the Acronym S.P.E.C.T.R.E. and about 15 different suggested meanings for it.

They all agree to it, but it takes about 4 months before they realise that they have all differnet interperations of what it means.

Danny Phantom thinks it means Secure and Protect Entites, Combat Terror Rescue Entites.

You do not want to know what Skulker thinks it stands for.

So the SPECTRE organisation members are.

(O=Original)

O1-John Constantine

-Chief Excutive Officer

-The Boss

-The Spirutal Detective

O2-Red Huntress- Valerie Gray

-Hero

O3- Danny Phantom

-Hero

-Main Powerhouse

-Protector of Amity Park

O4- Skulker

-The Greatest Hunter

O5- Ember McClain

-Powerhouse

O6- Tucker Foley

-Tech Wizard

-Field Agent (masked with unform)

O7- Samantha ‘Sam’ Mason

-Witch apprentice

-Field Agent (masked with unform)

O8- Nicholai Technus

-Tech Wizard

-Upgrader

O9-Danielle ‘Ellie’ Phantom

-Hero in Training

-Field Agent

O10- Wulf

-Transport

-Emergency Extraction

-Extraction

O11- Jasmine ‘Jazz’ Fenton

-Tech Provider (from the Fentons)

-Field agent (in mask with uniform)

-Distraction (from the Fentons)

-Counsler in Training

O12- Daniel ‘Danny’ Fenton

-Tech provider (from the Fentons)

-Offical Main Distraction (from the Fentons) (Offically)

O13- Cujo

-Security

-Attack dog

-Service Dog

-Good Doggo

Second attempt after accidental deletion is now done.

What do you think that the offical meaning of S.P.E.C.T.R.E. should be?

Should the next thing I do be: Villains, Allies or Items?

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not-recovering-internet-add-blog · 7 years

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Hey, starting a new DP story here, and want to get a preview of it out to you guys! DP AU

Summary:

After staying in the cemetery a little longer than he should one night, Danny is attacked. Now he isn’t sure where he fall on the “Alive or Dead” scale. Maybe between the “Living dead” and the “Dead” sections? Who knows? His kidnappers don’t. He sure e only thing he knows for sure is that he isn’t anywhere close to what you’d call “Alive”. (NO PP cause it sucks…heh) .

Now on to the show!

Hey everyone! I’m posting this as my first story since I shut down my last profile back in 14’. (It was bad, like watt-pad level writing bad). If you want to Beta, send me a PM, I’ll get with you. Also, I’m open for Ideas, send me what you think should happen. If its good, I’ll write it. Finally to clear some shit up. Danny is 19 when this takes place, No PP (cause it sucked balls). Thanks for Reading-THE DARK FABRIC SATIN

The night that started it all was a cold November Day, The 29th to be exact. It had been raining the past four days so when the clouds cleared, Tucker Foley and Sam Manson had driven over to their best friends Danny’s house. For both the reason that they hadn’t seen Danny since the rain started, and because the Fentons probably still had some leftovers from Thanksgiving. That night a cold wind blew through the city and everyone with any sense to them stayed inside by the fireplace. Except Danny, the Fenton’s son, who was walking on his way home from a snack run to the corner store. The cold hadn’t bother him in the last five years.

He had just rounded the corner onto their street when he felt the blast, and the thunderous boom of his home, and everyone inside, going up in flames.

They had died watching a movie “The Incredibles”, about a family of superheros, not unlike themselves. Of course, two of them weren’t family per se, but might of well have been with how often they could be found at the home. They were the town Ghost Guard, having given up the title of hunters after their son had come out to them as the half-ghost super hero of the Town. Phantom.

A electrical fire from a malfunctioning prototype reacting with a nearby ecto ranium battery. A chain reaction explosions vaporizing the house, and everything in it instantly. They had felt no pain.

Danny was another story. His obsession had been protection, with an emphasis on his family. The second he felt the blest, a pain as intense as when he first half died coursed through him. He knew the second thier deaths occurred. Clutching his chest and letting out a pained cry, he fell to his knees, and as his vision faded, he heard the sirens of the fire trucks and ambulances, responding to the explosion of his home, and everything he had loved with it.

Time Skip- 12 days.

“And in recent news, the sole survivor of last week’s tragedy has woken up today. Daniel James Fenton, who had been walking home when the explosion occurred. He’s in the hospital stabilizing after what paramedics described as "Shock so intense it stopped his heart”. The Funeral for the Fenton family, Tucker Foley, and Samantha Mason is planned to be held in exactly a month at the-“

Danny didn’t let the newswoman finish her sentence, flicking off the television before any more could be heard.

He refused to believe it. He REFUSED. They weren’t dead. They COULDN’t be dead. As he sat there in the Hospital Bed, he promised himself.

I won’t cry. I won’t cry. He repeated this mantra over and over in his head. Danny sat there, staring at the white wall for what seemed to be hours.

The Masons and the Foleys were his rock through the rest of the week. They, despite being in grieving themselves, recognised that this boy, no, man needed them for them to be strong. Mr. and Mrs. Foley had brought him cookies, freshly baked chocolate chip, every day since he had woken up. The Masons had done their own part as well, using part of their fortune to pay a few doctors and nurses to believe that "his abnormal Temperature, Blood Composition, and Heart Rate were the result the the ecto-radiation of his parent’s work”, despite that ecto-radiation wasn’t a real thing any of them knew to exist.

Both sets of parents had been privy to his condition, figuring it out after all three of the children had been caught talking about their late night activities when the Fenton’s had walked in, and were all to aware of his obsession.

Danny, they feared, may soon become the next victim of this tragedy if they weren’t careful. They had to be strong for him. He was the only thing they had left of their children, and they weren’t ready to go fight that ghost the kids said controlled time. Clock Face? or Cog Work? Something weird like that… Because if they lost Danny as well, they would knock down that ghosts door themselves.

The next week until he was released from the hospital had been a blur. Some old friends, ghostly and human alike, had been visiting him as he lay recovering. he didn’t remember much, except for the fact that Vlad had been there at some point and that he had actually APOLOGIZED for his past actions, something that Danny would have been more focused on if the next words to leave Vlad’s mouth hadn’t been…

“Daniel, I’m sorry. The entire ghost zone has been searching for the ghosts of your family. None of them ever formed a ghost. I guess they had died happy with their life”. The man said sympathetically, wondering how he was keeping his voice from cracking as he tried to stay strong in front of the one being that shared his fate.

Vlad left shortly after, the pain of losing Maddie, and surprisingly, his old friend Jack too much for him to handle. He left with the promise that he’d cover the cost of their funeral.

As soon as he got home, he had one of the vultures bring him his will. Without hesitation, he marked one Daniel Fenton as the sole inheritor to his wealth. Now, he was off to the animal shelter to find himself a cat. He promised himself he wouldn’t name it Maddie.

Time Skip- Funeral

The day of the funeral was a bright, sunny day contrasting with sadness that had settled into the town’s heart as many of them gathered to celebrate the life of the Fentons and the Foley boy and the Mason girl.

Daniel had managed to sit through the entire funeral without tears. The service was, of course, beautiful in every sense of the word. It had been held in the chapel where Jack and Maddie had gotten married. A small, little backwoods church with stain glass paintings, a real organ that played a somber but enchanting tone, and wooden pews. The Foleys and Masons had sat with him, crying on his shoulder and hugging him through the whole thing.

Mr. Lancer had given the eulogy. He told stories of the zany but charming Fentons, the incredible intellect and compassion of Jazz, the lovable goofiness and genius of Tucker, and the unbreakable spirit and wittiness of Samantha Mason. His stories of High school pranks, interesting parent-teacher meeting, and of his star pupil were moving, and the ladies of the audience, and some more sensitive men, were bawling by the end of it. But not a single tear fell down Danny’s face.

Danny didn’t cry when they drove to the cemetery. Not when they lowered the bodies into the ground, not when they each took a handful of dirt and tossed it over the coffin, and not when they finally covered the caskets, separating Danny and his family with 6 feet of earth. Neither did he cry when the cars started leaving. He just stared at the coffin. It wasn’t until he heard a soft,

“Danny, we want to ask you something” come from the mouth of Mrs. Foley did he turn away from the coffin to see the Masons and Foleys standing behind him. Mr. Mason holding papers in his hand that wasn’t wrapped around his wife.

“Danny we know that you’re legally an adult and that we can never replace your parents, but we’ve watched you throughout these last weeks. You need a family. We were wondering if maybe you’d like to be-” Mr. Mason broke off his sentence, finding it to hard to finish.

“Danny we’d like to give you a family. We like to…” Mr. Foley slowly struggled out. “Adopt you”. He finally finished.

And as the adults were about to start trying to continue talking, Danny silenced them all by walking over to thema and wrapping his arms around all of them. Pulling them all close to him, He managed a shakey,

“Yes. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!” Danny whispered out, still shaking. Perhaps it was his core starting to heal, perhaps this just happened to be his emotional breaking point, but whatever happened, caused the tears to start flowing. They held Danny in their arms as he slowly began sobbing an ugly sob. This wasn’t the crying of someone in one of those cheesy romance movies, these were these ugly, gasping wails of sorrow that only came with true sadness.

It was then that, while being held in his new family’s arms, something in danny snapped. The little voice that told him nothing would ever be okay again broke.

He truly realized that he needed to get back up, dust himself off, and keep going. He thought of how disappointed Jazz would be to see how he had given up on his half-life. He nearly snorted at the thought of how hard Sam would’ve slapped him for letting their deaths affect him like this. He thought of how tucker would have cheered him up with some stupid joke about how he had Danny beat in the “who’s more dead” competition now.

When night started to fall and the sun slid behind the earth, his family moved to go home. Danny wanted to stay for a bit longer. In his stupor, he had never actually said goodbye to his family. Despite their insistence, Danny wouldn’t budge.

Eventually his new family decided to give him some alone time to mourn. Trusting he’d be able to make it back to the Mason’s house, where he’d been staying since the accident, they left him alone at the cemetery. At Night.

As Danny stood over his family’s graves. He once again started to cry. This time, however they were not tears of sadness, but tears of joy as he reminisced on the good times. He thought back to when Tucker had tried to ask out a girl only to have her turn around to be a dude with long hair. It wouldn’t have been as funny if tucker hadn’t started with the greeting “hey Sexy”. He thought back to the time that Sam had been put on a team as part of an intramural event back in highschool. Her team was the pink team, and they were REQUIRED to show up that day or they had to write a 5 page essay on why teamwork was helpful. Sam did her essay on how she was gonna get a “team” (of criminals) together to prank (assault) the principle. He thought of the time his dad had to shoot the fudge after it attacked him. Danny’d never seen such a big man sob like a little girl before. Or the time when Maddie had punched Vlad after she caught him staring to low for it to be eye-contact. And the time when Jazz had decided to pavlov the neighbor’s dogs to bark and snarl everytime Paulina walked by. Seriously don’t ask how she did it, Danny still has no clue.

But, as Danny sat there, the sounds of his tears attracted predators. No, not wolves or anything of the sort. These creatures were older, more dangerous. They started circling. The boy remained unaware.

As Danny got up to go home, having finally said his goodbyes, the wind shifted. And the warm night grew very, very cold. It wasn’t cold like ice and snow type cold, but like a cold atmosphere, an atmosphere of death, spread through the cemetery. It was a cold that made Danny, the ghost with a ice core who had once spent the night naked in a blizzard (seriously don’t ask how. Just know that ecto-alcohol, Wulf, and a lawn flamingo was involved), shiver. Danny could feel it in his bones. Something was here. Something….Dangerous.

The creatures approached danny though the bushes, and he saw 3 pairs of glowing red eyes appear out of the mist. Wait, since when was there mist! Danny thought. The Eyes began to stalk towards, slowly.

That’s when Danny remembered jazz once saying something about how some pack-hunting dinosaurs would distract their prey, while another member snuck up behind them. That was when he heard a twig behind him snap.

SHIT. Was all that Danny had a chance to think before he felt the animal’s claws and teeth of the creature that had come up behind him rake into his back and neck. Well guys look like I’ll be seeing you sooner, rather than later. He thought before blacking out atop his family’s grave.

To find more of this follow this link https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12401599/1/The-Undead-Dead

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junkfoodvideous-blog · 4 years

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hinacu-arts · 10 months

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Me: i need to set up chp3!

Me: writes a scene for chp4 instead

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Danny popped the cap on his cup, "We're a tourist hotspot if you can believe it."

Jason took a sip of his drink and leaned back against the counter as they got in line, "Really? Where are you from?"

"Amity Park. Ever heard of us?"

"That place all those paranormal youtubers dream on going?" Jason had heard of it before, usually in the context of 'this place is more cursed than Amity'.

"Yep. Home sweet home."

"Is it actually haunted?" It probably was. If aliens and magic exist, ghosts aren't really a big leap. Hell, Jason's pretty sure he qualified as a zombie.

"Oh yeah. We're also the most radioactive town in North America. Get a geiger counter within ten feet of me and it'll go off," the woman in front of them gave Danny the side eye as she took a big step forward.

Being that radioactive couldn't be healthy. Surely he's not contaminated enough to set off any of the detectors in the bat-designed suits? If he did, Tim would have a field day.

"Your hometown is both haunted and radioactive? How?"

Danny shrugged, "Something about ley lines and a leak. My parents explained it a few times when we first moved there but I didn't really pay attention."

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hinacu-arts · 11 months

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FFPS is here!

Don't worry guys, I'm still working on BBC. I just wanted to get this one out there while it was still fresh

#fenton foley protection services #hinacu xover #dp x dc #dead on main #serious chaos #idk the other ship names #timker #?

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hinacu-arts · 11 months

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On my knees begging for help. Shippers, please reply or reblog with your headcanons for any of these ships. Im writing a fic (FFPS) and almost all the ships are rarepairs i have nothing else to work with here. I need help. Please my brain is empty i have no thoughts in there rn

Serious Chaos (Dani x Damian)

Timker (Tucker x Tim)

Dick x Jazz — ironically thought this would be the hardest and i actually already have like 2k written lol. Could def still use some input tho!

Dead On Main (Danny x Jason) — not really a rarepair but their characterization always varies in fanfic so i only have a vague grasp on them, so i could also use some help here

(if it helps any heres the fic prompt. I will take any headcanons tho i do not care if they are relevant to my actual plot)

#dp x dc #dead on main #serious chaos #timker #tim x tucker #dick x jazz #hinacu xover #fenton foley protection services #dp #danny phantom #batman #dc

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hinacu-arts · 10 months

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Since my last excerpt got over 700 notes, i figured i'd post this one. Its also from FFPS but probably will end up in chapter 5, so it'll be a while til it can be posted. Its more of a quiet moment than my usual comedy.

This marks the beginning of serious chaos' relationship turning from professional to romantic teenage Damian has a crushhhhh. Can totally be read as a stand alone as well

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Damian jolted upright in his bed. He scanned the room before he quickly got his breathing under control. Damian has had nightmares before, and he always reacts as if a threat woke him up. Which means he wakes fast and alert. The clock on the nightstand read 4:03 AM. Late enough everyone will have finished patrol and have gone to bed, but too early for anyone to be awake.

Perhaps some warm tea would relax Damian enough to go back to sleep. Titus whined as Damian got out of bed.

"It's alright. I am going to the kitchen. I will return shortly."

There was rustling from behind him as Titus got off the bed to join Damian by the door. Damian reached out and pat Titus on the back. He was a good dog.

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Damian quietly exited his room and made his way down to the kitchen, Titus following behind him. Once he reached the bottom of the staircase, Damian could make out yellow light coming in from one of the windows of the east sitting room. Damian altered his course. Who else would be up at such an hour? Perhaps Father was working on something, or Drake could not sleep again? As he got closer Damian saw the light was coming from the patio. Todd then? He had been caught out there smoking when this lockdown first began.

There was a figure sitting on one of the patio chairs, looking into the treeline. The figure was small, likely Cassandra. Titus trotted ahead of him and slipped out the well disguised dog door. The figure turned towards the sound of the flap and Damian could see it was Dani.

Dani was in her pajamas, an oversized shirt and basketball shorts, and she was resting her chin on her hand, who’s elbow was resting on her knee. Dani smiled and reached out to Titus as he got closer. Dani pet his head as his tail wagged lazily.

Dani looked different in the dim light. Grayson and Brown had insisted on stringing ‘fairy lights’ around the patio and pool at the beginning of the summer. The light they gave off was a dim yellow that flickered in intervals. The light cast her in shadows, which, in the addition of her large pajamas, made her look… vulnerable? No, that wasn’t right. Unguarded, maybe.

Titus wedged his head in between Dani’s torso and legs. Dani let out a gentle laugh as Titus rested his head on her lap. Damian opened the glass doors and stepped outside. The sound of crickets filled his ears.

“Why are you awake this early?”

Dani continued stroking Titus’ neck, “I’m still adjusting my circadian rhythm. Why are you awake?”

Damian did not want to admit he was awoken by a silly dream. Drake had married Grandfather, to get back at Damian claiming Drake had no authority over him. In the moment it was truly frighting. Now that he’d been awake for some time, he realized how ridiculous the dream was. Although, if that situation were to happen, it would still be cause for some concern. “My sleep was disturbed.”

“Titus jumped on your bed, didn’t he?” They both remained in quiet for a moment, the sounds of the night filling the silence. “You can come closer, I won’t bite. At least, not ‘til the sun comes up. I’m too tired right now.”

Damian slowly made his way over to her, sitting in the chair next to hers. “Where did you go?”

“Before we came here I was in Egypt.”

“Egypt is seven hours ahead.”

“Yep. Add chronic insomnia to the mix and it takes forever to get yourself back on something resembling a schedule.”

“Where in Egypt?”

“Cairo, Luxor, all the big spots. Wanted to see what the big deal with all the ancient sites are about. I just thought the pyramids were massive triangles,” Dani laughed at herself, “and then I was there and I felt so small next to these ginormous rock constructions, and I get why people are so obsessed with finding out how they were built and stuff now. It was… breathtaking. Not in the sense of beauty, but in how impressive they were.”

Damian simply watched as her face slowly lit up as she continued to speak. Damian remained in silence as she passionately told him about her trip. He found himself enjoying her smile.

“Oh, looks like we have a friend.”

Damian quickly sat upright. Surely he wasn’t that distracted by their conversation that he lost track of their surroundings?

Dani giggled as she looked into her cupped hands. She turned sideways in her seat and leaned towards Damian. She waited for Damian to lean in as well before slowly opening them, revealing a lightning bug.

“Have you ever gone firefly catching before?”

“Once. Grayson insisted.”

The insect crawled around Dani’s fingers. “I remember the first time my family took me. Dad showed me how to catch them. I watched that first one sit blinking on my hand for a while, until it finally flew away. By the end we got into a competition over who could catch more,” her voice was fond as she recalled the story.

“Do you want to hold him?”

Damian nodded. Dani reached out and gently grabbed his hand. Her skin was colder than he expected, she must have been out here for quite some time. Damian let her flip his hand palm up and pull it to the center between them. She continued to hold it as she rested her hand with the insect on his palm. She gently pushed at the bug until it crawled over to Damian, and then she retracted her hands.

Damian watched him for a few moments. He flew away as Damian turned his hand over to keep the bug upright. They watched him fly off in silence.

“Who won?”

“Hm?” Dani turned towards him again.

“The competition, who won?”

Dani smiled, “Depends who you ask. Danny lost count at eight, me at eleven, Dad kept catching and recounting the same bugs, and Mom and Jazz teamed up, which is totally cheating, for a combined count of thirty-seven.”

Damian found himself thinking that, perhaps, going firefly catching with Dani, and in turn spending time with her, wouldn’t be so bad.

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