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seronefada · 4 months
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Short dp x dc
The Batfam is really confused. They wanted to jump down and save a young woman from some crooks. Said woman is just beating the shit out of them with the words:" the fu*** leftovers in the fridge of my parents where more dangerous than you guys."
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okkennymay · 1 year
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commission for @ectoplasmicsoda 
AwW man I posted this on my patreon but not here?? A CRIME
I love AU’s and I love rare pairs, this commission was JUST TOO GOOD THANK YOU FOR GIFTING ME SUCH A MAGNIFICENT REQUEST 💖 sorry it took so long for my fool ass to post it here
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wiggledude · 3 months
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I really like her <3
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ziondpreboot · 1 year
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I just wanted to share an idea I have since I can’t find a way to fit it into the fic with how I have things planned out. Knowing how this Phandom is, chances are someone else will be willing to take it from me and use it.
Seeing that Dan has the potential to be redeemed if he has someone he cares about, he ends up finding a version of Jazz that ended up becoming a Halfa and ended up becoming evil after something similar happened to her with her family. So seeing how the two of them could redeem each other if they met, Clockwork introduces the two of them to each other.
Things are a bit awkward at first since they both never thought they’d get their sibling back again, especially someone that technically isn’t actually their sibling, but eventually the two of them do end up warming up to each other and becoming each others siblings. And Clockwork is glad to see how in the process it somehow ended up resulting in the two of them encouraging each other into becoming better people.
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sailor-toni · 1 year
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The Nightmare in the Fenton Home
You can read this on A03, FF.net, or Wattpad
Amity Park 1985
            “Not today Spector!” Jazz Phantom zipped and zapped across the streets of Amity Park dogging ectoplasmic bullets. Her ponytail twirling around her hair like a vortex ready to pounce, and bounce to her target. A large metal man, with shoulders broader than the Berlin wall, and a smile that outmatched any of the large dogs that stalked it in the dead of night. Razor sharp teeth and blazing green eyes. He floated above the street guns a blazing. The large plane wings on his back quivered from the engines keeping shim up.
            Flipping past a street lamp Jazz shot seven neon yellow bolts in quick succession, three flew past, three were blocked, and one, hit a passing car breaking the windows.
“I’m sorry!” she said.
“How will you defeat me if you can’t even aim right Child?!” The man mocked.
“Argh shut up creep!” More shots were cast, none were hitting their mark, so they became more frequent. As she rose higher in the air to meet him, her burst cast in quick sessions of fours and threes. The broad wings on his back, let him easily spin and soar around the storm clouds, avoiding all attacks. His trench coat flapping against the cold fall breeze.
“UGH! Stay still!” From her outcry two yellow beams spun from her eyes, splitting the wind. But not the broad shoulder man.
            Then her stomach, upset and disgruntled lurched into her throat. The man’s fist buried deep into her gut, as the roaring, quivering engines plummeted them towards the earth. Wind screaming in her ears. “It’s over now Ghost girl!"
            Gasping, clawing, and tense, she grabbed his head bending the cold metal around her finger tips. The vibrations of wires torn echoed down her arm as she pulled the robotic head into her chest. The jagged wound buzzed with electricity, zapping at her tears. With a jerk and a twist. The head flew off. Discarded to the side. The giant metal body froze, lurched and finished it’s decent to the earth with out the young girl. 
“Oh god,” she said. “That was a close one.”
            Fighting the urge to vomit, and wiping off the remains of tears, she moved from the body to where the head laid, smashed against the pavement.
“So much for the mighty hunter Skulker.” Skulker’s green digitated eyes were smashed into tiny glass shards, and the metal sharp teeth were cracked along the middle of each tooth. Holding the thing an arm’s length away, she ripped the face off revealing nothing except an empty chair.
“Hey where did you-” The body was no longer behind her, “-go? Great, just great.”
She groaned, holding what was basically another broken computer up before her, “To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them?”
She giggled, “Well can’t do anything about it now, I have to get home before dinner, or else Mom will have a fit.”
            Leaving the small area of destruction, Skulker remained in the shadows. The light of the wires casting jagged shadows upon the city walls.
            The Fenton homestead was on old brick building made from only the sturdiest of brick, as her parents had attached a giant neon sign to the front, and a hunk of metal the size of a small blimp to the roof, with all sort of satellites, rods, and jumbled pieces of metal sticking which way around it, wrapping in and out the series of metal poles and tubes that hooked it to the roof. Like a Jenga tower about to topple. The inside was neater with faded blue walls, and décor from the 70’s haunting the living room. The only modern thing was a large brick TV that stood proudly on a black box. A round black couch surrounded it like it was an idol. The image of the couch bowing before the TV would make her smile, but not today, as several suitcases stood by it.
“Ah! Jazzy-cakes your home. And just in time,” her Father said jumping down the stairs.
“Hey Dad, what’s going on?”
“Your Mother and I were invited to the national paranormal convention as speakers this year.”
“And your Father forgot to tell anyone,” said her mother, who was slowly coming down the stairs carrying her typewriter. “I got a call this morning asking if we were still coming.”
“Are you?” Jazz said.
“Of course, Jazzy-cakes! This is our moment to shine, and to inform the rest of the paranormal science world about our research. This could get us in the mainstream, maybe even get us on Larry King. Imagine your old man and amazing Mom with Larry King!” Her father wrapped his harm around her, his bushy mustache tickling her ear.  
“I don’t think this will get us that far Dearie, but it is very important to our careers,” her Mother added the typewriter to the pile of luggage.
“Where is this convention?”
“Its in D.C. Jazz! We won’t have that much time for sightseeing, but maybe if we play out cards right, your Mother and I might see Reagan!”
“I don’t know about that Jack…”
“Think on the bright side Maddie. With all the recent Ghost attacks, everyone is looking for an answer about what is going on with Amity Park. We could even get an interview on Dateline. Think of it Mads, us on the TV!” Maddie, rolled her eyes at her husband, his antics and ideas making her smile like a fool.
“So, do I need go pack my bags?” Jazz said.
“Oh no you’re not coming sweetie.” Maddie said.
“Hun?”
“It’s so short notice, that we only were able to grab two plane tickets, and with what happened at Vlad’s house last year, well…”
“What your Mother is trying to say is that we trust you enough to stay home while we leave for the weekend.”
“What about Danny?”
“He’s in charge, but,” Maddie leaned down to Jazz’s height “We trust that you will call us if he tries to throw a party or god forbid do something reckless like drink or smoke the devil’s grass.”  
“I understand Mom.”
“Good, I pre-made some food for the net few days, but I gave Danny some money in case you guys eat it all. The numbers for both the hotel and the convention are on the family chalkboard, and don’t forget about curfew.”
“I won’t Mom.”
“That’s my sweetie girl,” kissing her daughter’s cheek, Maddie moved around the living room checking of things o her list.
“Where is Danny by the way?” Jazz asked.
“We already told him what’s going on,” Maddie said. “I think he’s up in his room doing homework.”
“Oh, yeah. Homework. I know I did a lot of homework when I was his age,” Jack snickered. Maddie smacked him.
“Jack!”
“What? Homework is good? You can’t get into a good college without doing your homework!” Maddie rolled her eyes, no longer smiling.
“O-okay. I’m going to go down stairs, and uh do work with the computer.” Jazz backed towards the basement.
“Okay sweetie,” Jack was still snickering at himself.
                        Jazz sighed, descending down the basement steps, the old wood creaking under her. The Basement was cold, metal covered almost everything in sight, radiating the cold like an infection. On the far wall was the portal. The giant hexagon built into the false wall. It wasn’t the source of the coldness but it was not helping the room. The meter and tank beside it glowed a faint green, pulsing like a slow, faint heartbeat. Green text glows against her skin.
Status: Good
Last opened: August 27 1985
Ecto barrel is at 87 percent
             A pain shot through her side, racing to her arms the moment she tried to grab the ecto-barrel. The large metal contain was easily twice her size but the ectoplasm run off from the portal was surprisingly light making the chore of changing it easy, but annoying.
“Danny can do it,” she grumbled. Throwing the broken head of her enmy from her backpack and into a Fenton branded anti-ghost containment unit. A glorified carboard box with tubes of ectoplasm, tacked to its sides. A push of a button and the tubes began to spin creating a shield around the box. A pink diary lock kept it close, as the previous lock had been lost somewhere around the house. A few wires stuck out around the lid, and for that Jazz said she was sorry. Shoving the bludging box behind a broke set of  
            Hours later Jazz and Danny stood outside the door watching their parents fill the car up with suitcases, and large cumbersome inventions. Guns, body armor, and even the Fenton Ghost Catching Lunch-box was thrown in.
“Remember kids, no parties, no drugs, don’t break anything, and call us if anything goes wrong,” Maddie said.
“Yes Mom.”  The both repeated.
“And don’t let the shield go down! Ghost have been rampant lately and I don’t any ghost to try and bust you up. While we’re gone,” Jack said. Jazz looked behind her, seeing the large apartment building covered in a thick green bubble. The tip of the neon sign poking through.
“Yes Dad,” Danny said.  
The two were grabbed into a bear hug by their father, his large bushy mustache tickling their faces, “I’m gonna miss you two.”
“We’ll miss you to Dad,” Jazz said, patting her father’s back.
“We’ll be back by Sunday night. Come one Jack before the roads get busy, said Maddie. Jack gave each of his kids, a big wet kiss on the cheek. Jogging back to the car, shoving the last few things in.
“Be good.” Maddie gave each kid a quick kiss goodbye.
            The van boomed to life driving off towards the highway, with the Fenton parents waving goodbye.
“Are Sam and Tucker coming over?” Jazz asked.
“Of course. But it’s not a party. We’re just gonna watch some movies. Is the human porcupine coming?” Danny said.
“Spike? No, his parents dragged him to a Disney cruise.”
“Spike? Walking around with princesses and Mickey mouse?”
“It’s for his sisters.”
“Sucks to be him.” Jazz followed Danny inside, the ghost shield gently pulled at her, but otherwise had no effect and allowed her to go inside.
A headless man sat in the shadows watching. The setting sun trapping the street in a growing darkness.
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americana709 · 5 months
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Que se joda Amity Park.
Porque Danny esta cansado, odia su vida, odia a sus pícaros, odia a sus compañeros de clase, odia a sus padres y definitivamente odia ser un héroe.
El arruina lo que le queda de vida por proteger a un pueblo que no hizo más que arruina su infancia
¿¡y que recibe a cambio!?
¡Disparos e insultos!
El vio a su hermana luchar sola para criarlo y que tenga una buena infancia mientras que el veía como ella renunciaba a la suya.
El vio como sus padres elegían una y otra vez a su estúpido trabajo en vez de a sus hijos, todo por un portal que no funcionó hasta que el y Jazz murieron en el.
El vio como TODO un maldito pueblo parecían unir fuerzas para arruinarles la vida a un parde niños que solo querían poder sentirces seguros en un pueblo al que por alguna razón llegaron a llamar hogar.
El vio muchas cosas que un niño de su edad no debería entender... pero lo hizo, Danny entendió, entendió que apesar de que tienen una casa y un pueblo donde vivir, la duda realidad es que ellos nunca tuvieron un hogar, ese pueblo nunca fue su hogar y Danny cree que nunca lo será.
Jazz fue todo lo que Danny siempre tuvo.
Danny fue todo lo que Jazz siempre tuvo.
Por eso cuando Jazz se va para ir a la Universidad, Danny se va con ella, estuvieron planeando esto desde que tenían uso de razón, apenas se les de la oportunidad para irce ellos la tomarían y se marcharían sin mirar ni una sola vez hacia atrás.
Y eso hicieron, se fueron, no se los dijeron a nadie a acepción de sus únicos dos amigos y ahora eran libres, inconscientes del enorme vacío que dejaron atrás.
Un pueblo que no sólo se quedaron sin dos de sus Protectores, también a los únicos en ese lugar que apesar de estar parcialmente muertos, eran los únicos que traían vida a ese lugar.
Una escuela, que se quedo sin comentarios inteligentes, sarcásticos, desconcertantes y divertidos que durante tanto tiempo les hizo olvidar el lugar de mierda que era la escuela y lo aburrido y monótono que podía llegar a ser.
Una casa que antes solía estar llena de gritos y ruidos que llenaban de vida y lo hacían parecer un verdadero hogar.
Unos padres que no se dieron cuenta de las dos presencias faltantes hasta después de dos semanas, sus números bloqueados y que legalmente ya no llevaban sus apellidos.
Unos fantasmas que perdieron a las únicas personas que estaban dispuestos a escuchar y después pelear, los únicos que no atacarian en el momento de su aparición.
Ese día, sin saberlo, Amity Park perdió a las únicas dos personas que hacía que su pueblo sea "Un buen lugar para Vivir" y no se dieron cuenta...
Hasta que fue demasiado tarde...
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twinklecupcake · 2 years
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Jazz is friendly with Paulina both as Jazz Fenton and Jazz Phantom.
I like to imagine Paulina is one of the students Jazz has tutored before (she got some help in Geometry back in middle school) and now that they’re attending the same school they keep running into each other. Jazz always says hi and asks how she’s doing. Every now and then Paulina comes to one of Jazz’s tutoring group sessions so she can have a place to work on homework or if she wants help with a project.
As Jazz Phantom she definitely rescued her once or twice. Paulina doesn’t get a giant crush on her, but she does find her interesting - and when she learns that the ghostly teenage girl doesn’t have a lot of same-aged friends, she’s like you and I are gal pals now. Insists on swapping phone numbers, gets a disguise of a pair of oversized sunglasses and cute pastel goth clothes for her so they can go to the mall together, Jazz Phantom is even invited to her quinceañera.
Jazz ends up having to make a little table where she keeps track of what Jazz Fenton knows about Paulina and what Jazz Phantom knows.
“So Jazz Fenton is meeting her at the library on Saturday, but Jazz Phantom is meeting her at the mall on Saturday afternoon. Jazz Fenton knows she likes poprocks, but Jazz Phantom knows her favorite color... but that’s obvious, so-”
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krossan · 2 months
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when you say that to the person that you know won't hesitate
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spookberry · 7 months
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"i kissed a girl once when i was 12" is kind of a losing response anyways
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charlietheepicwriter7 · 5 months
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Despite Danny's best efforts, no matter how much time past, Amity Park refused to see Phantom as a hero.
Sure, there were pockets of support, particularly among teens, but most of the town blames Phantom for the property damage, saying if he didn't fight the ghosts then it wouldn't be so bad, to that time he got mind controlled by Freakshow and "attacked" the mayor. It wears him down. It wears Tucker and Sam down. Jazz can only try to support them all.
Then one day, a member of the Justice League visits. Someone minor, and kinda a jerk... maybe a Wonder Twin? Zan? Whatever. They don't investigate; they don't look deeper. They listen to the town folks and declare the ghost hunters, Red Huntress and the Fentons, to be the official heroes of the town.
Worse? Danny Phantom is officially considered a villain to the Justice League. Tuck hacks into the Watchtower and confirms that they have a file (a heavily inaccurate file) about how to defeat Phantom.
Danny doesn't think he can do this anymore.
A few weeks later, a young villain escapes into Amity and demands (begs) that Danny help them escape from the hero after them. No idea who, I can't find a lot of info on teen villains in DC, so let's fudge some ages and make it Kyd Wyckyd from the Teen Titans cartoon. Danny agrees, because to hell with the Justice Losers, and they defeat the hero, becoming friends in the process. Kyd confesses that they became a villain after being ostracized bc of how they look, and they've been trying to avoid villain organizations because HIVE was abusive, but it's really hard to be a villain alone bc of all the heroes.
Sam gets an idea. Tucker agrees with the idea. Jazz is just happy they'll end up making friends.
The next day, the Teen Villain Alliance is formed, ready to assist with any teenage illegal shenanigans their allies might get into.
Some notes:
It's created to be a healthier option for teen "villains" to connect with others and support each other.
It's more important that this is for Teens rather than Villains. They're tired of adult villains taking advantage of them. The TVA would rather ally with a teen vigilante than with an adult villain.
Again, no idea who the teen villains are, but Klarion is definitely here. He leaves the Light for the chaos of the TVA. Maybe Ember is there too?
Timeline wise, this is around when Tim is still Robin, but Damien has arrived at Wayne Manor.
This is because, when it comes time to try to infiltrate the TVA, they'll have a convenient child-assassin who has none of the monitors of a teen hero that Phantom immediately picks up on.
Damien, who at this point has been abandoned by his mother, dismissed and scolded by his father, and has had no success at carving his own place in the family, jumps at the chance. He is then surrounded by peers who don't insult him or try to change his behavior (too much; jazz is trying to help him find healthier methods of expressing himself). He... might not want to continue being a spy.
Danny, Sam, Tuck, and Jazz are the founding members.
Danny reinvents himself as the High Prince of the Infinite, Prince Phantom Dark. He got kingship from fighting Pariah Dark, but since he's still alive, he's only a prince. He steals the last name Dark as an intimidation tatic against those in the know; only Danny would have the balls to claim family with Pariah.
Sam works as a powerless villain, but she might no be powerless? Either way, Danny gives her a bunch of repurposed Fenton tech, and she buys the rest with her parents credit card. She does NOT care if that's traced back to the Mansons. She would choose something goth, maybe something spider related or even bat?
I love Pharaoh Tucker, so I think he should get magic powers? Since pharaohs of old were considered the balance between the real and the divine. He's still a tech guy, now he's a tech and magic guy.
Jazz isn't really a villain, more of a team mom who's planning on using everyone's psyche's as her thesis paper. You know what, that's her callsign, she's Psyche. Sometimes she flirts with Nightwing.
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frozenpinetree · 2 months
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a glimpse into danny's home life
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seronefada · 6 months
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Danny is trying to sabotage dates.
One of the Bat's is dating Jazz, who is up to you.
But sometimes dates get a little strange, even strange for Bat standards.
Like he has the feeling being watched, he sees a pair of eyes in a tree but just for a moment the they are gone.
Suddenly it gets super cold, but just for him not for Jazz.
One time he almost slipped on ice, it was mid July.
Just really strange things but to much, as he could just say it was Bat luck.
When he told Jazz she just looked annoyed and not as she don't believe him.
"Danny what did I tell you about follow me on my dates and scare away my dates?"
Out of nowhere comes a teen:"that I should not do it."
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paxopalotls · 2 months
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The fanfictions are infecting me with brainrot oh my god have some au doodles before I explode
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drawinggheys · 7 months
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someone help jazz.............................
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Danny has gotten used to not having to watch what he said as the years went by.
In Amity everyone basically knew he was Phantom and just treated it as normal, and he had already told his parents what had happened,
They did a total 180 on their opinions, now chasing after ghosts to question them about everything they could squeeze out of them.
They were very proud of Danny too, often helping him with their technology.
Having said that he got used to not watching what he said in Amity, everyone knew so why bother right?
Unfortunately he was not in Amity
He was in Gotham visiting Jazz, who had moved for University.
They were currently in a cafe catching up, talking as their used to.
Not realizing that their conversation without context sounded very worrying.
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Jazz: " So how are mod and dad?"
Danny: "Oh you know the usual, they're making new weapons, hopefully this time they wont target me, getting shot sucks, but I prefer it over getting electrocuted "
Jazz: " Good luck!"
(TOPC)The other people in the cafe: What the fuck
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Danny: " Vlad keeps putting cameras in my room, so I went and confronted him about it again, I don't care that he's the mayor! "
Jazz: " He really needs some therapy"
Danny: " He's a fruitloop, he's beyond help"
TOPC: *concerned side eye*
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Jazz: "You know I was a bit more worried about the criminals here, but honestly weak, I miss actual competent villains"
Danny: "I told you!"
TOPC not sure if they should be offended or wary of where they live
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Jazz: " You know I kinda miss the food back home"
Danny: "What that it would come back to life and fight you to the death?"
Jazz: " I mean that too, but I was talking about the taste"
Danny: " Oh yes the chemically contaminated food really has some extra flavor compared to this" *gestures at his plate*
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Danny: " I went to the park to play with Cujo and got kidnapped and they almost cut me in half"
Danny/Jazz: "Typical Friday!"
TOPC recording on their phones to make sure they're not hallucinating, someone is live tweeting.
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Just an Idea
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kreerain · 20 days
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Fenton parents make an invention to reverse a ghost's evil impulses!" It actually brings a ghost's instincts forward. The effects last about two weeks.
The Fentons are in Gotham when they get the chance to use it on Phantom.
Good news: it happens near the Bats, so he's quickly rescued.
Bad news: baby ghost instinct wants parents and turned human to get reassurance. That did not happen and now Red Hood has a crying, keening teenager shaped leech.
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