#like full ghost danny would be so jealous

[nerdpoe]

3 Fanon ideas to make a prompt from :)

1). Ectoplasm is Lazarus Water but purified

2). Ghosts can retreat to their cores

3). Protocore Jason AU

Danny has to retreat into his core, Jason somehow finds him and absorbs it. It looks like Jason is pregnant as his own ecto is being purified and then given to Danny's Core.

Enjoy:)

This is a full prompt, though? Okay I'll write mpreg. Gonna bypass that "looks" and make it an "is" though, throwin in some reincarnation and trans Jay.

~~~~~~

Jason was doing one last round before he left for Gotham. Before he left to prove a point. To teach Bruce a lesson he'd never forget.

He wasn't sentimental, no, he was just checking to make sure he wasn't forgetting any sickass weapons that may have fallen behind a dresser or something.

"Todd," a small, imperious voice demanded from behind him. "Observe my new pet rock."

Jason sighed and stood up to humor the little demon.

The kid was holding a weird glowing, cracked orb. It was radiating frost, and Damian had to use cloth between his hands and the magic stone.

"Damian," Jason started, keeping his voice level. "Where did you get that?"

The kid sniffed with all the superiority of a spoiled brat, looking proud and holding the obviously enchanted stone higher.

"Since Grandfather and Mother say that animals as pets would be a weakness, I decided to search the lesser treasure room for a suitable inanimate pet."

Jason sucked in air through his teeth in a soft hiss. There was no "lesser" treasure room; there was the "safe" treasure and the "unknown" treasure. Where was Talia when he needed her?

"Look, kid, I don't think-" Jason started, reaching for the weird rock, just as Damian started pulling away.

"-You are jealous that I have this rock and you do not-"

"-Damian, please, just hand over the fucking-"

"-Cease your attempted theft this instant-"

"-Damian come here you little shit-"

Jason tripped. Damian tripped. The weird rock went into the air...and landed on Jason's chest. It melted into him with a sharp flash of pain.

And that was that.

Damian stared at Jason's stomach, aghast.

"You stole my rock!"

By the time Talia arrived to see what was keeping Jason so long, he and Damian were rolling on the ground biting each other.

~~~~~~

Months later, Jason was beyond ready to murder the newest Robin. He'd originally planned to just beat the shit out of the kid, but he'd been having a rough time.

He was losing his carefully crafted abs.

He was getting soft.

Normally that was whatever, but he was trying to be intimidating, and being soft in any way was definitely going to trigger the dysphoria he thought he'd outrun.

It made no sense; he worked out daily, had started eating on a caloric deficit, drank nothing but water, and made sure what he ate was home-cooked.

Then, one month before go-time with Timmy, he'd started getting nauseous.

He felt bloated, tired, hungry, and most of all; pissed.

As he stalked through the Tower that the newest Robin was hiding in, he may have, perhaps, let the millions of small annoyances pile into one big rage filled pity party with a kid as the target.

It really didn't help that he hadn't been able to don his replica of his own Robin costume, because he...he had pudge. He didn't fit in it.

It was infuriating.

He knew it wasn't little TimTams fault, but he was gonna take his rage out on someone, and the kid was the unfortunate closest person he had beef with.

Was he overreacting? Probably.

But it was lash out or cry, and he refused to cry.

On top of everything, the one thing that had helped with any of the symptoms, the extra purified Lazarus Water that Talia had given him to 'act as an emergency first aide', was gone. He'd drank it all.

With that supply out, he was.

Well.

He was going to kill little Timmy, fuck the consequences.

But little Timmy was...doing a very good job of staying completely out of sight. The kid had been acting far more neurotic than he normally did, only letting out a small gasp when he'd seen Red Hood and immediately darted into some sort of weird hidey hole.

Jason hadn't been able to find him since.

The kid had added his own gopher network to the Tower, fuck.

The speaker system crackled on, just as Jason was about to start laying down bombs.

"Red Hood, please consider your condition. Do not do anything that would raise your blood pressure, or uh..." the newest Robin's voice trailed off, keyboard audibly clacking as he looked something up. "...Or eat peas? No, that can't be right. Whatever, look, just stay calm, take a breather, and don't overstress yourself. It's not good for the uh. The second...yeah. Not good. Do not do. Why am I so dumb sounding when it comes to things like this? Shoulda gotten Steph..."

The kids voice trailed off as he berated himself, but Jason was too busy fighting off the horribly dawning realization of what the kid was saying.

Which couldn't be true, because there was no way for the kid to know, and Jason hadn't had sex in...well. Years.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jason gasped, thanking his past self for putting the vocoder in his helmet. It sounded far more threatening.

"Oh. Uh. During one of your fights with Batman, you got glanced by something sharp, and there was a little blood. Don't worry though! I didn't tell Batman! I just wanted to see if I could figure it out on my own! So I ran your blood and now I...know. That was actually probably like, really invasive. Sorry Jason."

Jason knew the fight the little Bird was talking about. He'd had a random wave of vertigo, barely dodged a batarang. He'd had to do his own stitches afterwards.

"...You know? Know what?"

"Okay, I should clarify. I didn't tell Batman, but I kinda needed help scrubbing everything, so I had to ask Oracle to help, so she knows, and she couldn't keep it from Nightwing, because he's felt super guilty about how he treated you, but Batman definitely does not know."

Jason sat down on the nearest chair, feeling like the wind had been ripped from his sails. He took the helmet off and dropped in on the ground in favor of running a hand through his hair.

"How can you be sure B doesn't know it's me?" He rasped, staring at nothing.

"Because can you imagine he'd leave you alone for a second if he knew you were alive, much less up the duff?"

Jason had nothing to say to that. Either Ra's had been up to some fucked up experiments while he'd been asleep, or he was the victim of miraculous conception.

The newest Robin was rambling over the speakers, but Jason ignored him and held his head in his hands. The glowing orb flashed through his mind, and Jason didn't even have the energy to curse Damian for doing stupid kid shit.

He was just thankful that the kid hadn't been a viable host.

"Tim, shut up. Do you have an ultrasound machine here?" Jason interrupted, steeling himself. He was an adult sort of, one year before it was technically true, and he could freak out later.

It was time to do adult things.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Why? Has your gyno not done one yet?"

"Don't have one, didn't know. Where is it?"

"...I probably should have broken that news to you like, way softer."

~~~~~~

Jason was...pulling back. His criminal empire was still growing strong, and he was making a shit ton of money from it, but he was pulling back from actively provoking Batman.

As much as he wanted B to be the one to kill the Joker, he knew that the older man probably wouldn't do that, and Jason wasn't going to risk getting anywhere near that maniac while he was pregnant.

Batman had certainly noticed the change in behavior, but whenever he tried to intrude into Crime Alley, Nightwing or Robin would intercept him.

Jason.

Jason wasn't sure what he wanted to do about Bruce.

Dick was slowly earning forgiveness for his pas actions, piece by piece. Tim was surprisingly good at being supportive, and Jason's hatred for him was starting to wear away to the realization that this was just a kid.

Oracle, whoever she was, had apparently designed the best security system in the world and quietly renovated an apartment into a safehouse, just for him.

He hated the charity, but it was better than what he could make at the moment with how many enemies he'd gained.

As the months passed by, he found himself hiding away in the gifted apartment more and more.

The dysphoria was...bad.

There were no more mirrors in the apartment.

The kid, which the ultrasound confirmed they were, was a small one, thank fuck. His belly had popped out, true to most pregnancies, but it was relatively contained.

It was still enough to make a horrible sense of wrongness almost knock him off his feet every time he looked down.

He was, essentially, useless.

If it wasn't for the trio of well-meaning extended family (maybe? he had his suspicions about Oracle), he probably would have just laid down on the floor of his apartment and not gotten up.

Tim, surprisingly, had adopted some stupid Alvin Draper alias and was running his crime network in his stead. He was doing a concerningly good job, actually, and Jason and Dick had exchanged more than one worried glance over the kid's head.

Dick had moved in, citing that Bruce was getting suspicious and it was easier to pretend that he'd moved back to Gotham than it was to continually make up excuses. In reality, he was making sure Jason didn't lay down and rot, keeping him active and healthy.

Jason was...trying. He was trying. But between needing to stop HRT and the changes and his fucking voice and just. Everything. All of it.

He hated it.

But he still wasn't sure what he wanted to do with the kid.

Dick and Tim had set up a nursery, just in case. Dick had also surreptitiously reached out to the Kents, also just in case. There was no judgement. If he decided to keep the kid or give it away, it would be well taken care of.

That should have been a weight off his shoulders.

But instead, he felt like he was getting worse.

He was so, so fucking tired. He was starving but he couldn't stomach the food Dickwing put in front of him. He had worked so hard to build his criminal empire, but when Tim tried to tell him about it he couldn't focus long enough understand what was being said. He knew that they were getting more and more concerned, and when he woke up one morning and vomited straight Lazarus Water, Tim snapped.

"I'm calling B."

"Tim, no, we can-"

"-No, Dick, we need to figure out what's going on! This isn't something Leslie can handle, we need Bruce!"

Maybe it was just something buried deep inside Jason, but he agreed. He wanted his dad, not a doctor. He didn't care about Tim's reasoning, he just. He agreed. He wanted Bruce.

"Do it," Jason rasped from the floor, leaning into the cold tile. "Get B."

~~~~~~

Jason was still on the bathroom floor when a set of far, far heavier footsteps paused at the doorway.

The wood from the doorframe creaked as whoever it was tightened their grip on it.

Their breathing stuttered. They swallowed.

The footsteps continued, and they knelt next to Jason, wordlessly running their fingers through his hair.

"Hey Jaylad," Bruce whispered, voice tight and controlled even as his hand shook. "Looks like you've got a bit of a situation. Wanna tell me what happened?"

"Got knocked up by a magic rock," Jason muttered, thoroughly enjoying the hand in his hair. "But it ain't going right, and I'm tired and hungry all the time, and I'm throwing up the Lazarus Pits."

"The magic rock info is new," he heard Tim mutter from the hall, right before he was forcibly shushed by Dick.

"Did you have any weird cravings? Any symptoms that don't normally match a pregnancy?" Bruce asked, keeping his voice calm and controlled even as he lifted Jason from the floor and into his lap. "Should I get Constantine on the phone?"

Jason let it happen, turning to hide his face from the shitshow that had been his life for the past six months and shoving it into Bruce's stupid fancy shirt.

"Had Lazarus water. Drank it. I'm hungry but I can't eat anything. I can hear the kid chirp sometimes."

"Like a bird? That's adora-"

"-Shut up Dick not now!"

"You shut up!"

"You...drank. Lazarus Water." Bruce repeated, voice stilted as he clearly started working through something in his head. "I....hm. Okay. I'm...I'm going to call Constantine." Jason couldn't help the snort at the clear distaste in Bruce's voice as he said that.

He expected Bruce to put him down and go get changed into his Batman kit.

He did not expect Bruce to adjust his hold, lean back onto the cabinets, and make the call then and there.

~~~~~~

Constantine was officially unofficially his doctor for the duration of his pregnancy.

That was not something that anyone wanted, Bruce especially.

Jason wanted to throw up and aim it at the Hellblazer, but he had a feeling the man had been covered in worse and would, at best, be unfazed.

At worst, tempted to just smear it on Jason to prove a point.

The Mage of the hour himself was hovering over Jason, eyes unfocused as his glowing hands rested on the despised baby bump.

Jason was laying on the couch, trying not to let the sound of Bruce's pacing drive him up a wall.

"That," Constantine started, head tilting as if he was listening to something. "That is a core. And a baby. And another core. Two Ghost Cores, two bodies. If you're meetin' the needs of the physical, and you're still havin' issues, prolly need to see to the spritual, love."

"Don't call him love," Bruce warned, pausing his pacing long enough to glare at the Mage.

Constantine didn't bother to acknowledge him.

"Don't suppose you've got any spare Lazarus Water lying around, eh?" The man asked instead, eyes refocusing as he removed his hands from Jason's person.

Jason shook his head, but Tim nodded his.

Everyone stared at Tim.

Tim shrugged.

"What? It's under the city. Not like anyone will miss it if we take some."

"How. Tim, how do you know that?" Dick asked, sounding a little scared.

"Because I found it? I tried throwing dead rats in it but it doesn't work on rats, so I tried larger dead animals that had gotten down there-"

"-B you've raised Dr. Frankenstein," Jason groaned, covering his eyes from the realities of a mad scientist little brother.

"But I'm not an undead being stitched together?" Tim asked.

"You uncultured swine," Jason snarled, practically throwing himself into a sitting position and was quickly met with Constantine trying to wrangle him back down. "It's common fucking knowledge that Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster, and if you paid any attention in English class-"

"-I'm gonna go get Lazarus Water okay bye!" Tim shouted, bolting for the door.

~~~~~~

Jason drank his fifth juice pack of Lazarus Water, finally starting to feel like himself again, and stared at Bruce.

Bruce, to his credit, was clearly trying very hard not to stare back.

Jason imagined this was rather hard, given that he couldn't stop fucking purring. Apparently, that was a Thing that his body could and would do, according to his unofficial doctor.

Dick and Tim were helping Constantine put the Lazarus Water into the juice packets, all of them desperately pretending that they weren't there at all and trying to be as quiet as possible.

"So, Hellblazer. Nothing to say about the Big Bad Batman?" Jason asked, eyes never leaving said man.

"Not particularly any of my business, mate. I don't really care one way or another."

Bruce actually looked a little put out at that, much to Jason's satisfaction.

"I imagine you have questions," Jason sighed, finishing off his juice pack.

Bruce finally turned to look at him head on, gaze steady.

"They can wait. Do you have any plans for...this?" Bruce didn't motion towards Jason's stomach, but he didn't have to.

"...Maybe. I don't even really know what this is." Jason muttered, sinking further into his chair.

"I told you, love, it's a baby. With a ghost core. It was probably an adult ghost, at one point, but if it was cracked near as bad as you say, it was either reincarnate or disappear." Constantine shrugged, taping another stupid tiny straw to another juice box and moving to repeat the action. "Either way, since it's reincarnation, the baby ain't gonna know tit from tat. 'S just a baby."

That. Damn. If he'd been faced with the same choice, he probably would have done the same thing.

"You keep saying that. What does a ghost core do when it's in a human?" Bruce asked, knuckles white on the couch's armrest.

"Dunno, haven't seen it before. Heard of it, though. Just makes the person powerful, but now sure how much. Flight is definitely gonna be there, though, so I'd ask supes for some pointers." Constantine answered without really answering, true to form for him.

Jason heaved himself up and waved everyone off as they started to get to their own feet to help him. "I'm gonna take a nap. Snipe at each other in here and don't fucking bother me."

~~~~~~

Jason was disgusting.

Alfred and Bruce and everyone else assured him he wasn't, but he absolutely was.

It was so bad he'd gone ahead and, without informing anybody, arranged for an induced labor at Gotham General as soon as he could.

He didn't want to deal with Dick getting scared and frantic, or Tim overplanning and having a mental breakdown, or Bruce's rigid shoulders as he both tried to apologize and do something stupid like take over from the actual doctor.

Alfred would probably be composed, but if Alfred acted a little off then they'd know.

Hell, Jason had started getting some Braxdon hicks contractions and he swore he watched Bruce's hair grey in real time.

So at the eight and a half month mark, Jason lied to everyone and told them he was going to another safehouse to get away from their coddling.

He ignored their objections and reached for the keys to his car-

-and pissed himself.

Or, it felt like he did.

The apartment went dead silent as everyone looked down.

Then the contractions really hit.

~~~~~~

Bruce actually did try to take over the maternity ward and do the doctors jobs.

Jason was delighted to have an excuse to kick him out.

He couldn't force the man to avenge his murder, but he could make him wait in the waiting room like the rest of the peasants.

Alfred he allowed to stay, though.

~~~~~~

Jason still hadn't decided what to do with the kid.

He didn't know if he was gonna send them off to a farm or if he was gonna keep them.

So he let himself hold them, to see if any of the disgust he'd felt during the pregnancy had been directed at the kid or if it was all just him hating how he looked.

The little bean of a child, eyes bluer than his own, proceeded to free one arm to pull on Jason's bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

Ah.

Nah, the hatred had been towards how he looked.

This one was his, the Kents could get visitation rights.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #like an actual one shot #mpreg tw #trans pregnancy #trans jason todd #dysphoria tw #when damian comes into the picture he's astonished his pet rock became a little person #constantly tries to be the best uncle #that was his pet rock before it was jason's son #yes #jason names him Daniel #he doesn't know why but it seems like a good name for the kid #ma and pa kent do get visitation rights #danny was almost theirs and they are delighted to help jason when danny starts manifesting his powers #and when jason starts manifesting his #long post

[duchi-nesten]

DannyMay Day 26: Art/Fic Switch!

Treats and Threats

Summary:

Valerie was going to kick Phantom’s ass for this! The only problem? She didn’t know where to find him.

Good thing Cujo was more than willing to help in exchange for some treats. Too bad he wasn’t very good at distinguishing which Danny he was meant to find though...

Word Count: 2894 || AO3 Link

Did I use this day as an excuse to try writing something for the shared cujostody au?? Maybe...

it referances this comic a little bit...

[Shared Cujostody AU Masterpost]

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Valerie was gonna kick Phantom’s ass for this. Did he think she wouldn’t notice?

She looked over to Cujo, who was sniffing all over her room. He just came over as he often did. Phantom liked to think they had a set custody schedule or whatever it was he called it, but in reality Cujo just came by whenever he wanted and to whichever of them he wanted.

She was reluctant to ‘’adopt’’ the ghost dog at first. Yes, she wasn’t as mad at him anymore after she finally listened to Phantom and found out why exactly Cujo was now a ghost, but that didn’t mean she had to like him. He was incredibly persistent though and the more time Valerie spent around the dog, the more she started loving him. He was just a tiny little puppy, a ball of joy who wanted to play all the time.

She even kept some treats for him for whenever he came over and started making and buying him some dog clothes. He loved dressing up, especially when they got to match. And it made Phantom jealous, so it was just bonus points for her really.

Phantom used to insist that the dog wasn’t his, but now it seemed like they were fighting for who gets to have him. Okay, she was fighting. That idiot seemed delighted to share the ‘’custody’’, he kept making jokes about them being a family which was genuinely getting on her nerves. He was so infuriating.

She did agree to a truce with him after finding out he was right about Vlad, but that didn’t mean she had to enjoy sharing Cujo with that menace. He was too careless and brute with the puppy. Which is exactly why she needed to find him right now and kill him, truce be damned.

Unfortunately for her the ghost attacks have been kinda on the down low lately and she had no idea where he hung out when he wasn’t fighting them. She did send him a bunch of text messages and even tried calling (which was still so weird! How did he even get that phone??), but she was sent to voicemail every time.

If only there was a way for her to track him down…

She glanced at Cujo, who had his head stuck in the plastic box of treats. She sighed. Truly nothing could stop a ghost dog. She always tried hiding these from him, but no matter where she put the box he always managed to sniff it out.

Which gave her an idea. If he could sniff these out then maybe…

‘’Cujo, baby. You know you’re not supposed to eat those.’’ she gently pushed his head out of the box. If he really wanted to he could just phase through her hand and continue, but he was a good boy and always listened. Yet he kept his eyes on the treats as if they would disappear at any moment. She chuckled.

‘’I’ll give you a treat if you do something for me.’’ she said and his eyes instantly snapped to her. His tail slowly swayed back and forth. ‘’Can you find Phantom for me? Sniff him out?’’

Cujo blinked at her before barking happily, tail full on wagging now. He phased through her hand and made his way through the bedroom window. She quickly jumped to follow him, nearly yanking the window off its hinges. Her suit making a humming sound as it activated.

He got quite ahead of her, but she managed to keep up just fine. She did have his ecto-signature marked in her tracker just in case she ever lost track of him, but she also had Phantom’s and that one tended to disappear off her radar at random. She wasn’t so inclined to test if Cujo’s wouldn’t do the same.

They flew their way through Amity Park before Cujo suddenly took a sharp turn towards her high school. She saw him growing into his bigger form before he disappeared behind the building.

As she rounded the corner and saw Cujo’s back, tail wagging. It seemed like he was holding someone in his mouth.

Got ya, ghost boy.

She landed behind the dog and could hear his captive yelling

‘’Cujo! I can’t right now! I told you to go to-’’

Cujo turned around to show his catch to Valerie and…

‘’Oh-... Heheh.. hi Red! Uh.. Huntress!’’

That was not Danny Phantom.

That was Danny Fenton.

‘’CUJO NO. Shit, I’m so sorry Da-uh citizen!’’ She quickly raced up to them and coaxed her puppy into releasing her ex boyfriend. Which he did by letting him fall face first on the ground. ‘’SHIT.’’

Valerie knelt down next to him to help him rise to his feet.

‘’Are you okay??’’

‘’Yeah.’’ he said, standing up to his full height, which was only slightly taller than her. He looked at her and sent her a bright smile. ‘’Don’t worry about it.’’

She smiled back knowing that he probably struggled to see it through her visor. His view got even more obscured when Cujo put his huge snout in between them wagging his tail happily. Which ended up with him accidentally knocking over some full trash cans standing behind him.

‘’Ugh. Cujo, I just cleaned that up.’’ Danny said resigned, moving over to the garbage. ‘’Lancer’s gonna have my head if he sees another piece of mutated meat.’’

Valerie looked at the knocked over trash and sure enough it was full of disgusting glowing green meat. Or at least what was left of it. It looked maimed and burned.

Right. He was recording a tiktok during lunch today. She was eating in the library while working on her missed homework, so she didn’t get to see it herself, but she heard the rumors. Apparently he put some sort of new ectoplasmic concoction from his parents lab in his serving of today’s mystery meat. It backfired and spread to every piece of meat in the cafeteria like a disease.

People were saying it was like a zombie apocalypse with all the meat moving around the room. Some even said they saw the Lunch Lady ghost appear for a second before she noticed Danny in the middle of it and left terrified. Which if that was true Valerie couldn’t blame her. Danny’s eating habits probably made her turn in her grave.

‘’You didn’t eat it, did you?’’ she asked, squinting at a small piece of meat that apparently survived whatever happened to the rest of it and was slowly crawling away from them, likely trying to escape. Danny picked it up and squashed it in his hand before it got far.

‘’Obviously I did.’’ he turned to her with a familiar shit-eating grin on his face, moving the thing he caught closer to his mouth as if to prove a point.

Damn him. How could he be so endearing even when he was being disgusting?

She shook her head chuckling and looked at Cujo instead. He was looking right back at her expectantly. Right.

‘’No Cujo, no treats until you find Phantom for me.’’ she said sternly. She saw Danny trip over a trash can lid out of the corner of her eye. ‘’You good there?’’

‘’Wha-Yes! Ha- Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine! Don’t mind me!’’ he tried to act cool, almost losing his footing again. Dork.

Cujo whined at her, stepping from front paw to front paw and cocking his head to the right. He knew damn well he looked cute when he did that, no matter which form.

‘’Baby, no. I’m not gonna cave. Find Phantom and I’ll give you a treat then.’’ she said calmly trying to stroke him behind the ear, but since he was in big mode she had to settle for his cheek.

He whined a bit more letting out a little pathetic bark to go with it. He turned and stalked over to Danny, poking him in the back with his nose, which made the boy squeak.

‘’No, Cujo.’’ she said, sighing. ‘’That’s the wrong Danny you’re thinking of.’’

‘’Y-Yeah, buddy!’’ Danny chuckled nervously, petting Cujo’s snout. ‘’I’m not the one you’re looking for! Definitely not! I’m not Phantom, why would you even think that? You’re not thinking that right?’’

Okay he was acting weird. Almost as if he was hiding something.

Valerie looked him up and down. His eyes were wide, observing her every move with fear. One arm was rubbing his neck, which he always did when he was nervous. The other still stroking Cujo’s fur almost instinctively.

That’s when it clicked.

‘’No fucking way.’’ she uttered absolutely baffled.

It made so much sense.

‘’W-What?’’ he asked, his voice cracking.

‘’How many times did that asshole leave you as a dogsitter?’’

She knew Phantom did that. She caught Cujo in the background of one of Danny’s tiktoks a while ago and when she confronted Phantom about it he admitted to ‘’hiring’’ Danny as a dogsitter sometimes.

If that asshole left Cujo with Danny too often, then no wonder the poor puppy would mistake Danny for his second caretaker. Oh she was going to kick his irresponsible ghost ass even harder now!

‘’Uh… w-wha..?’’ Danny tilted his head questionably.

‘’I know about the dogsitting, Danny. And it looks like he’s leaving Cujo with you so often that the dog thinks you’re him!’’

‘’Oh… you think-’’ he knitted his eyebrows in confusion before his eyes widened. ‘’Oh! Oh, hahah, he didn’t- I mean it wasn’t many times! Maybe like twice! Is this the dog? I didn’t even recognise him, I don’t even remember his name!’’

Cujo whined again, turning into his puppy form and jumped in Danny’s arms, who barely managed to catch him in time. He started sniffing and licking his face distressed.

‘’Cujo stop! I mean! Dog whose name I don’t remember…’’ that made Cujo whine even harder and Danny flinched. He instantly gave up and buried his face in Cujo’s fur. Valerie could barely hear him mutter ‘’I can’t do this to you.’’

That interaction only reaffirmed Valerie’s suspicions.

‘’Don’t cover up for him.’’ she said, crossing her arms. ‘’I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at him. He’s going to pay for this too.’’

‘’Uh…why were you even looking for him in the first place? Did he do something?’’

‘’Yes, he knows what he did! And now this! The moment I find him I’m gonna kick his ass so hard he’ll be the gone kind of dead!’’

‘’… well you definitely won’t find him now…’’

‘’What?’’

‘’Nothing!���’ Danny shoved Cujo in her arms and started walking off before she could even react. ‘’Anyway I’ll be going now! Gotta finish cleaning so Lancer doesn’t kill me! Bye Val!’’

‘’Bye-....wait…what did you just call me?’’

Danny stopped frozen in his tracks. She stared at his back bewildered.

He slowly turned around and stared back at her too.

‘’...Bye Red Huntress! It was nice to see you, I’ll go disappear behind that corner now!’’ he yelled nervously and booked it behind said corner.

It took her a second to shake off the shock. Cujo jumped out of her arms as she quickly followed after the boy.

‘’DANNY.’’

She rounded the corner to see that he did in fact disappear. Shit.

She was sure he called her Val. How did he know about her secret identity? She was always so careful! It did explain his weird behavior though, he probably didn’t know how to act around her like this.

She needed to talk to him immediately, he couldn’t just reveal something like this and run off!

Though that is exactly what he did. How did he even disappear like that? This boy was impossible sometimes.

In frustration she knocked her head on the wall a few times. What was her life at this point?

Her thoughts got interrupted when she heard Cujo’s bark and a yelp come from behind her. Turning around only provided her with even more frustration when she saw Danny mcfucking Phantom laying helplessly under Cujo’s once again big paw.

‘’Why must you do this to the hand that feeds you…’’ he hissed to Cujo before turning his attention towards Valerie. ‘’Hey Red! You look very good today! Are those new arm plates on your suit?’’

Danny Fenton could wait. She was gonna deal with this asshole first.

‘’YOU.’’ she roared stalking over to them. Cujo looked up at her coming closer and switched to his puppy form again laying his whole body on Phantom’s chest, wagging his tail and barking excitedly.

‘’Ah.. hahah, have you been looking for me?’’ Phantom said, raising into a sitting position, even though Cujo was making it difficult for him.

‘’I’m going to end you!’’ Valerie yelled, pulling out her gun and making sure to aim it at his face and away from the dog in his lap.

‘’I thought we had a truce! What did I do?!’’

‘’YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT YOU DID.’’

‘’No, I actually don’t!’’

She let her gun disappear back into her suit and angrily knelt beside them. Picking up Cujo from his lap, she turned him around to show Phantom a charred section of fur on his right back leg.

‘’I FOUND SOME SINGED FUR ON CUJO AGAIN. You were playing too harshly with him! again!’’ she put the puppy down, so she could stand up summoning her gun back and aim it at the ghost boy in front of her.

Phantom looked from the gun to her, at Cujo and then back to the gun.

‘’……. Listen in my defense he really likes fetching ectoblasts…’’

‘’He’s gonna be fetching your ectoplasm when I’m done with you! What were you thinking?! He’s not one of your vile rouge buddies! He’s a little puppy! How many times have I told you to be softer with him?!’’

‘’Valerie, with all due respect…That dog can chew off Skulker’s head, he can take a few tiny burns! He doesn’t even react to it!’’ he defended standing up too. He kept his hands in the air as a sign of surrender. ‘’Can’t I just play catch with my own son?’’

Cujo barked from the side.

‘’UgH your SON that you constantly leave with Danny! Apparently you do that so often that he’s more used to Danny’s scent than yours!’’ she yelled irritated.

‘’Uh…I’m a ghost…. I don’t have a scent?’’ he answered, uncertain before nodding to himself. ‘’Yes. Yes! I don’t have… a scent for him to find. Only uh… Only material beings do.’’ he added still unsure and she swore she could hear him mutter something about being a genius.

‘’What.’’

‘’He couldn’t sniff me out and uh… you and Danny are the only humans who have me on speed dial so he thought that was the best next thing. Yes, that’s definitely it.’’

‘’…What.’’

‘’Yeah! It’s true! Totally! So he did good!’’ he motioned to Cujo which made him wag his tail more. ‘’Give him a treat, he deserves it. He’s a good boy!’’

The puppy barked happily.

‘’Yeah, you are!’’ Phantom crouched to coddle Cujo. ‘’Your mother just couldn’t see it! But don’t worry, your cool ass dad always got your back.’’

There he goes again with the family bullshit. Valerie slumped defeated and hid her gun.

‘’Ugh. Stop saying things like that to him, we’re not a family.’’ she groaned.

‘’Well yeah, we’re divorced.’’

‘’We never even dated!’’

‘’As far as you know.’’ he looked up at her with his dumb trademark smirk.

‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’ she asked because what the actual fuck did he mean by that.

‘’Nothing!’’ he stood up quickly picking up Cujo to shove him in her arms and woah, did that give her deja vu. ‘’I have to go, can I have a rain check on that ass kicking? I’m very busy right now!’’

‘’Wha- No!’’ she protested trying to keep Cujo from licking her face. ‘’Get back here!’’

‘’Bye Val!’’ he yelled and flew off before she had the time to react. God damn it!

She turned her gaze down to Cujo’s pleading eyes.

‘’Alright.’’ she pulled out a dog treat from a tiny storage in her glove and gave it to Cujo. ‘’You did good baby.’’

She put him down on the ground so he could devour the treat in peace and sighed loudly. Phantom ran off like a little bitch and apparently Cujo couldn’t sniff him out. He would just go to Danny again.

Which reminded her. She still needed to have a talk with that boy. She did trust him not to tell anyone, but she needed to know how he found out in the first place, so she can make sure no one else can find out the same way. She should probably give him a bit of time before she gets Cujo to stalk him out again though.

The puppy had finished his little treat and was now looking at her with those cute red puppy dog eyes. She couldn’t hold back the smile that overtook her face. Whatever. She’ll deal with Danny at school tomorrow. And deal with Phantom whenever she sees him next.

‘’C’mon Cujo. Let’s go home.’’

It was on the way home when a sudden thought hit her.

DID PHANTOM TELL DANNY ABOUT HER IDENTITY THE SAME WAY HE DID WITH HER DAD?

#listen if i could i would make a longer more serious fic for this au because i have seen some people being interested in that but.... #yeah this is what you get for now LMAO #dannymay2023 #danny phantom #valerie gray #dp cujo #danny fenton #shared cujostody au #kad writes

[thesoulspulse]

This is something that always bugged me, because for someone who claims to like Danny with or without his ghost powers...Sam has a tendency to have a lot of double standards. I mean, both times Danny gave up his powers for one reason or another Sam either avoided the “overly heroic” side of him like the plague -which ok I’ll admit was pretty over the top- then she got all butt-hurt that Danny threw himself into the freaking ghost portal again and zapped himself to supposedly get rid of his powers since he saw it as the only way to have a ‘normal life’ again when it seemed like nobody wanted or needed Danny Phantom around anymore and he lost his purpose.

Translation, I can only excuse so much of it because they’re kids when their characters are already shown to be written a certain way when it comes to their personalities and moral compass.

Like, when Vlad replaced him with another group of ghost hunters and Danny felt like he had completely and truly lost his place in the world that’s when he decided his powers didn’t make him happy anymore. And frankly, this has probably been building up for a while once it seemed like being half ghost only started causing them all MORE problems and stressing him out either because Sam and Tucker would either get jealous of him, downplay how dangerous his powers can be, ask Danny to use them for their benefit (especially Sam) and without much consideration both of them would scold Danny for using his powers ‘for the wrong reasons’ to pull some harmless pranks or expect too much of him when they don’t have the slightest clue how much he dealt with on a day to day basic because of ghosts, his parents, and bullies...

Poor Danny could literally never catch a break since he has to deal with all of those things no matter where he goes!

School: Bullies and ghosts, sometimes his parents if they get called in.

Nasty Burger, the mall, or other hang outs: Bullies and ghosts.

Home: His parents and ghosts, and on top of that worrying about dangerous inventions that could expose, kill, or badly hurt him.

His friend’s houses: Ghosts, his friends jealousy and/or peer pressure, and Sam’s super judgemental parents.

To be fair, before the series finale Danny had really come into his own so for the most part those problems weren’t as intense as they were in the beginning. Except for his parents, their inventions can still be dangerous. That said, when Danny gave up his powers the second time he was actually at a really really low point. He genuinely felt really worthless after he kept losing to Vlad and his new ghost hunters time and time again, but at least at first Danny tried to make the most of it for the sake of his friends and families. After making a fool of himself so many times and feeling like all his hard work had gone up in smoke, Danny gave up and decided he just wanted to feel like a normal kid again.

He wanted to just be Danny Fenton again dealing with normal teen problems, not constant life-threatening situations. But like I said earlier, while I still believe he went about it the wrong way, knowing Danny the way I do I think he would NEVER have jumped into the portal again because if he’s smart enough to know that if he was wrong about what it would do to him when he’s already half ghost he could have accidentally become a full ghost which there would be no coming back from. And don’t get me wrong, I do get Sam’s point of view to an extent since giving up his powers like that in the heat of the moment could have been life-threatening, I just don’t appreciate how they acted like it was the end of the world (which is a little ironic since it almost WAS because of Vlad.)

Anyways, in my eyes it’s not selfish to put your own needs first sometimes because it’s possible to give too much of your time and effort into taking care of others to the point where it feels like there’s nothing left for yourself. As his friends, they should have respected his decision (as terrible as it was) and been infinitely more concerned about Danny willingly hurting himself like that. It’s not like Danny to be THAT reckless and they should have stopped him and talked things out from there.

If they worked through how he was feeling together I think Danny could have found other ways to use his ghost powers to help people in a meaningful way, or more importantly come up with a plan to expose Vlad for taking advantage of everyone since he was making people PAY for the service of Masters Blasters which don’t even get me started on that because what part of he’s already the RICHEST MAN IN THE WORLD did Butch not understand? Seriously, Vlad holding the world for ransom and exposing his secret without some kind of fail-safe plan in place felt so out of character for him too.

All I’m saying is I wish Sam would have been written as the more supportive version from the 1st two seasons, not whatever she was here.

(Note: So yeah, this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and wanted to tidy up a bit so I thought I’d finally go ahead and finish it then send my thoughts out into the world. It’s honestly more of a rant but meh, feel free to take from it what you will! XD)

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[loraliewritesthings]

Nameless Danny au: Brotherhood part 2

Concept: Danny is both Damians twin and the ghost king. The coronation threw damians eyes. He may not have his facts right.

It was a confusing feeling. He wasn't exactly angry, but he was. He swore to himself he wasn't jealous. He knew he shouldn't, no couldn't react so emotionally, but when he and Danny finally made eye contact he knew his eyes gave him away.

"Tt"

His father glanced at him. Suddenly concerned. As if his twin hadn't had his fathers full attention three seconds ago.

"Some king," he muttered, his tongue betraying him next.

He was supposed to be a better person, a kinder person, but how could he... this was his brother, his twin, who ran away to live a better life. To be a king... and what had Damian been left with? His power hungry grandfather and a mother who never loved him. All while that ginger women stood by his twins side.

Clearly that woman had raised him almost his whole life. He didnt get grayson till he was eleven.

He couldn't even tell grayson about this when he got home. His elder brother had an incurable addiction to red heads after all.

He didn't know what irritated him more. The woman's gentle expression while looking at the ghost king, or the full attention his twin had on his parents.

"But he had to go, didn't he..." a little voice whispered in his head, "or else grandfather would have gotten rid of him for his weakness."

Still he could have told him, said something. Maybe Damian would have went with him. Maybe they wouldn't have went their separate ways.

But then again, why would've he. Damian was the one with his families hollow attention at the time. The one mother made tea for (no matter if she microdosed poison into it) and grandfather played chess with (no matter the high stakes of losing)

What was his twin left with but a knife and a barren room.

He didn't even get a name.

And whose to say Damian wouldn't have tattled. Ratted his twin out for being weak enough to run away. For abandoning his home and blood.

Once apon a time these racing thoughts would've angered him to no end, but when he scolded himself mentally all he could see in his head was the disappointed face of the man who practically raised him.

No, Grayson wouldn't have looked down at these thoughts and neither should he.

Introspection was important for a warrior anyway.

So when the crowd roared loudly he quietly clapped along. When the ghost king noticed with a shocked expression, he didn't look away.

He could feel his mother's stare glaring threw the back of his head, and Damian knew all at once.

Even as a king, Danny had not earned her respect.

Most likely he never would.

Yet he couldn't quite pity the ghost king. The boy was so much taller and double his muscle weight. His eyes glowed slightly, not like a predator, but like a monster. He really didn't look pitiable.

Still Damian wondered what he had done to get there. Muscle didn't just appear on a person. The look on his face wasn't something a normal person could copy. No it was too emotional and too barren, too knowledgeable and too inexperienced all at once.

He was a survivor, and Damian knew what a survivor was capable of. How couldn't he in his line of work.

As the crowd cheared suddenly his twin winced . He didn't cry out, didn't scream, but it was obvious he was in pain by the way his hands covered his mouth.

Then the liquid poured out in bright green. The shade was bright and glowing brighter than the pit ever did.

Damian and his father looked at each other. The knight next to them eyed them a second before he spoke.

"It's normal," He whispered cooly," My liege is getting his second set of fangs. The crown has accepted him."

He turned back to the king before he continued.

"He is my king, my liege. He comes before any else."

The king spat out the ectoplasm and grinned. Four fangs glinted to the crowd.

They started to scream louder.

"Your presence stirs ire in him," he looked towards Talia and Ras before looking back at father and son,"It's best you take your leave,"

Father began to say there was no need only for the massive knight to look down at him.

"I did not jest nor question, you shall leave."

He picked Damian up by the scruff and began to walk towards the large castle doors.

At some point they had been opened again. Likely after the ritual.

Damian didn't want to cause a scene, but he wouldn't be a pushover either. He began to yell and cuss, but his frustrations were lost I the crowd.

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[armed-with-knitting-needles]

Woo! Just got my first fic for dp side hoes week done! Today was Day 1 Tucker Foley/Power Up. I spent way to much time deciding on an idea. It's also my first time in a while trying to be funny, so hopefully I hit the mark.

Ao3 Link, then full story.

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The second time he went on patrol with Danny, Tucker chased a ghost-coyote down for an hour. He ducked under branches and jumped over bushes. He vaguely remembered thinking it was a lot like being in one of those old school 2-D platformer games. He called Danny when he caught up to it, but Danny was in another part of town trying to deal with a ghost-roadrunner, so Tucker tried to fight it himself with the Fenton fishing rod. Maybe it would be like some kind of boss fight. If you hit it enough times, it would just poof? That seemed right. 

That was the night they decided to start making more Fenton Thermoses. 

It turned out, hitting a ghost-coyote with the Fenton fishing rod only got its attention. Hitting it more than once only made it mad. Hiding in some bushes until it went away worked okay though. 

A couple of hours later, Danny was able to shove the ghost back in the thermos. That was the first time Tucker really felt jealous of Danny’s ghost powers. It was like Danny actually had the tools to play the game while Tucker didn’t.

Three weeks and a nasty encounter with a genie later, Tucker found out that it was very, very bad to want ghost powers. Apparently a Tucker with ghost powers was an overpowered asshole and Tucker wasn’t sure if that was because of himself or the genie. Being a half-ghost did not agree with him. 

Maybe any power was too much power. Afterall, this time had been even worse.

This time it had been an Ancient Egyption curse. All he had wanted was to be listened to and he ended up dragging the entire school into a weird desert. He just wanted his friends to see him and he managed to be tricked by a mummy into enslaving his classmates. What the hell? Maybe the problem was him. He couldn’t risk it. 

As soon as he was back on the stage, he had conceded the race to Dash. It was only right. He couldn’t be trusted with power after all. 

“You good, man?” Danny asked. He looked worried. Danny shouldn’t be worried. Danny was fine with power. Danny was an actual superhero and he never enslaved his classmates. 

“Yeah, I’m good. Just wished the person I was conceding to wasn’t Dash, you know?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Tucker saw Sam’s face screw up. That was her Opinion face. Whether it was about Dash, him, or high school elections, Tucker couldn’t guess. The only thing he knew for sure was that she had Opinions about it. 

He braced himself. 

“Tucker Foley,” a glowing green eyeball boomed directly in front of him. Tucker jumped. One second, he was walking through an empty back hallway and the next it was full of three green eyeballs in fancy robes. What the fuck?

Tucker felt the blast of cold air as Danny shifted next to him. Thank goodness they were alone.

“Observants,” Danny hissed. 

The observants ignored him. 

“Tucker Foley,” the observant at the front of the group repeated, bowing low, “You are the new ghost king.”

It said a lot about Tucker’s life that his first thought was not again. Like, he had literally just gotten out of a situation almost exactly like this. His second thought was What the Fuck!?

He said that second thought out loud and was promptly echoed by Danny and Sam.

“No,” said Tucker, “I am not the new ghost king. You’ve got me confused with someone else.”

“No, we don’t.” The observant was unwavering in their certainty and Tucker wasn’t exactly sure how to shake their conviction. Actually, why was it this convinced? This didn’t make any sense. What the fuck!?

Thankfully, his friends seem to be just as confused as he was. “What do you mean Tucker is the new ghost king? How is that even possible?” Danny said less than a foot to his right. Having his glowing, superpowered friend next to him was a comfort, even if Tucker really did not want another ghost fight happening in school this week. They were still cleaning up the basketball courts from the last one.

“Silence, ghost child,” the observant to the right of the front observant said, “You had your chance and you lost it.”

“Lost it? What are you talking about?”

“The kingship,” Left Observant spoke again, “You had it and you lost it; in a human game called Mario Kart.”

Tucker winced as Sam’s combat boot slammed against the linoleum of the high school hall. “Explain,” she ground out. And, oooh, she was pissed. This was going to turn into a confrontation if they weren’t careful. Danny was getting better about shooting not-actively-attacking ghosts on sight, but he was already transformed and his hands were pretty damn glowy. A riled up Sam was enough to set him off. 

Tucker heard the murmur of a crowd coming towards them. Dash must have finally stopped congratulating himself and the assembly was letting out. This was about to go from probably-a-fight to definitely-a-fight and definitely-a-fight meant no answers and a wrecked hallway.

“Yes, explain” Tucker said, his voice more panicked than he would like it, “but explain in here.” And Tucker chose the nearest door and gestured. Oddly enough, the observants just bowed slightly and entered. Tucker slammed the door closed as he, Sam, and Danny bunched in after them. The murmuring was getting closer, but seemed to turn toward another corridor. It still wasn’t a good idea to have a confrontation where anyone could see. 

The nearest door turned out to be the janitor's closet. It was cramped and the only light was coming from Danny’s still glowing hands. The observants had managed to arrange themselves in the same order they had been in the hall. A mop fell on the right one. The observant ignored it and Tucker chose to do the same. 

“Okay,” Tucker sighed, keeping an ear out for anyone that could possibly be a problem, “Now, yes, please explain. How can I, Tucker, a techno-geek human boy, possibly be the ghost king?”

“And how does Mario Kart factor into this?” Danny added on because, yeah, that was weird. 

Front Observant somehow looked miffed, which was an impressive feat for a single giant eyeball. “You have won it by rights. You bested the last ghost king in a test of skill. As Wuunda said, the skill was the human video game Mario Kart.”

“Okay, I definitely did not play Mario Kart against Pariah Dark. I would have remembered something like that. There is no way, right guys?”

Danny shook his head, his glowing green eyes leaving streaks as his head moved, “No, you definitely would have remembered that. The man was not subtle”

All three observants shifted nervously. Tucker exchanged glances with his friends. They saw it too. 

“So,” asked Sam, leaning not-at-all casually against the door, “Who exactly did Tucker beat in Mario Kart.”

“The last ghost king.”

“And what was the last ghost king’s name?”

More nervous shuffling. 

Sam sighed. “It was Danny wasn’t it?” 

“Yes,” the front observant ground out. They were glowering. 

Tucker felt more resignation than surprise. Yeah, he knew that was where this conversation was going. Based on the tightening of Danny’s fists beside him, Danny knew too.

“Just so I’m clear,” Tucker started, “Danny had this epic, all out battle with Pariah Dark in his parents battle suit and won.”

“Yes.”

“He became the next ghost king.”

“Yes.”

“A week later, I beat him in Mario Kart and became the ghost king.” 

“It was actually four days later, but yes.”

Tucker folded his hands by his nose and breathed in slowly. “Okay, so first question. I have definitely been beaten at stuff by people since then. How am I still king?”

“It didn’t count.” Front Observant’s tone was flat. Tucker got the feeling they had searched for ways to make it count. Tucker was sure they hadn’t looked hard enough.

“I’ve lost to Danny since then. At Mario Kart even.”

“The throne cannot be won by that king who had just lost it. It doesn’t count.” 

“No take-backsies then. Got it. I lost to Sam, also at Mario Kart.”

“There were other terms. If you lost, you had to eat a whole package of tofu. You cannot lose the throne if there are already set terms. It doesn’t count”

“I literally just lost an election.”

“Ghost King is not an elected position and you were competing for something specific. It doesn’t count.”

Tucker sighed. He could try to exploit technicalities later, but for now, he’d accept at least that bit. “Okay, question two. I’m human? How can I be ghost king. It’s literally in the title.” Tucker really hoped the answer wasn’t along the lines of “that can be fixed”. By the way Danny was moving in front of him, he’d had the same thoughts. 

 “We’ve had living kings before. Your human status is of no consequence and will eventually fix itself.” Okay, well at least the problem was going to fix itself and not be fixed. 

“Third question. Why now? Danny defeated Pariah Dark like three months ago.” 

“Yeah, seriously,” Sam piped up from where she had been unusually quiet against the door, “Shouldn’t you have been having this conversation with Danny like the day after it happened?”

The nervous shuffling was back. Tucker glanced at Danny. Danny shrugged. The trio stared at the observants. 

After five more seconds of awkward silence, the right observant blurted, “It took us a while to get the crown of fire back from Plasmius.” 

“Koshno,” the left observant hissed. The right observant had obviously let a secret slip.

The front observant cleared their throat, “The important thing is we have it now,” they straightened to their full height, “Now come Tucker Foley, we must get you ready for your coronation.” 

Tucker took a step back into the door. He was suddenly very aware of how small the closet was. 

It suddenly got a lot brighter as well. Danny’s hands had been dull embers, now they were blazing with green light. “He’s not going anywhere,” Danny yelled, and Tucker hoped no one was outside. 

“Hmph,” the Front Observant shook their eyeball, “You have no stake in this ghost child. Move.”

Sam stepped in front of Tucker too, and all Tucker could think was how grateful he was for his friends. “Fuck no,” she said, “Tucker isn’t doing anything he doesn’t want to.”

“Yeah,” said Tucker, thankful for the backup, “And I don’t want to go anywhere with you.”

All three observants drew themselves up. “Tucker Foley,” the front observant started, “ You must-” 

“Nope,” Danny cut the observant off, “He said no. Now get going, or get souped.”

The observants looked at each other before seemingly coming to an agreement. “Fine,” the front observant said, “but this is not over. You will be crowned.” 

Then, Danny, Sam, and Tucker were alone in a closet. 

“Well, that was something,” Sam said. Tucker could only nod numbly. He wasn’t good with power and here it looked like he had just been handed a whole lot. No. He hadn’t been handed power. He’d won it. In Mario Kart.

Light flashed as Danny changed back. “I’m sorry, Tuck,” he said, “I’ve gotten you wrapped up in my weirdness again and-”

“Don’t,” Tucker cut him off as he slowly opened the door a crack and checked to make sure no one was around. All he could hear was the distant squeaking of sneakers. The coast was clear. “I’m your best friend, Danny. I’m here for your weird and this isn’t your fault. Besides,” Tucker flashed a grin, “it’s not like you let me beat you in Mario Kart.”

“Oh yeah? How do you know I didn’t? I’m amazing at Mario Kart.”

“Please you only beat me, like, a quarter of the time.”

“And I beat you both all of the time,” Sam said, draping herself over both her friends.

“Yeah, you curb stomp us in video games, that’s why we never play against you.”

“Pssh. Wimps. I just know how to get all the cool power-ups,” Sam shifted more of her weight to Tucker. “Of course, you got a crazy power-up yourself.”

Tucker chuckled, “Yeah, ghost king is a way cooler power-up than the blue shell.” It wasn’t. The blue shell was powerful enough. 

Danny smiled over at him. “Mario Kart is a way better way to win it, too.” Danny’s eyebrows knit. “Want to stay over at my place tonight?”

Tucker thought of green eyeballs, and promises of return, and potential power he definitely shouldn’t be trusted with. “Yeah man, I think that’d be a good idea.”

#danny phantom #dp side hoes week 2023 #tucker foley #ghost king au

[renmackree]

Nr. 2 with sterek for the fic prompts pls! Love your writing <3<3<3

Thank you Anon! I'm glad you enjoy my writing<3 Prompt me up!: Open

2. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Derek let out another exhale, this one just a little louder than before as he flipped another page in his book. It was a lazy summer Saturday and for once nothing seemed to be interrupting their plans. Then again, most days had become almost eerily quiet since leaving Beacon Hills. It was good -- yes, Stiles wouldn't complain -- but it was still strange. Stiles was playing the beta of a mobile game that Danny had made ("Wolf Quest"), making small mental notes on things the other would need to change before the launch.

The wolf let out another huff and Stiles shot him an incredulous look.

"Is there something you want to share with the class, Cujo?"

Derek glanced up from the book, his eyebrows furrowed at the nickname Stiles had decided to go with. Stiles didn't care. They were working on this thing called communication and if Derek was going to act like a passive aggressive Midwest farmer, Stiles was going to call him out. They might have moved to Minnesota, but damn it they were from California.

"No, it's nothing." Derek turned back to his book, not even meeting Stiles' eyes.

"Now is it a nothing nothing or a Derek nothing? Because those are two different things. Remember when you called your bleeding out nothing?"

"That was six years ago, let it go."

Stiles rolled his eyes so heavily there was no way Derek didn't feel it. People in New Mexico felt the eyeroll.

"Derek Josephine --"

"-- Still not my middle name."

"--Hale, you will tell me what is wrong or I will wash your clothing with the Laundry soap that has aconite in it."

Derek looked up now, narrowing his eyes as if he was trying to decide if Stiles was being serious or if he was bluffing.

"Yeah, itchy fucking balls all night, I'll even wash our sheets in them. So tell me what you're huffing and puffing about over there Big B."

The wolf closed the book and took a deep breath. "Casper took my spot."

Stiles blinked, looking down at the white and gray kitten on Stiles' lap. He had draped his little paws over his legs and was purring happily.  They had only just gotten him a few months ago after Derek had rescued him from the small lake outside their property. Stiles had instantly grown attached to the little mew mew and named him Casper since his meow was as soft as a ghost.

"Wait," Stiles felt a grin cross his face. "Wait a minute. Are you jealous? Of a cat? Derek." Stiles did everything in his power to stop the laughter; the big Derek Hale was jealous that a kitten had taken his usual reading spot on Stiles' lap.

The wolf huffed again, grabbing his book and standing up. "I'm going to read outside."

"No no no, Derek wait I'm not--" Stiles laughed again, shaking his head. "Derek please, no you can come lay your head on my lap too!"

"I hate this," Derek grumbled and began stomping off towards the yard. 

"You don't mean that. Come back, Balto! I'll even stroke your hair! Free of charge! Usually people pay a full penny for these magic fingers to touch their body. But for the low low price of your pride, I'll stroke you!" Stiles called from the couch, still not getting up. He had a cat on his lap, you don't disrupt that.

Derek had already closed the door and gone outside, but luckily werewolves had super hearing.

"I'll cook dinner tonight!" Stiles offered, trying to get Derek to come back. "I'll even be the little spoon tonight!" He could tell this one was going to require the big guns, something he'd been saving for a rainy day. Turns out a quiet Saturday was the perfect time.

"I'm ready to marry you!"

The door swung open loudly, scaring Casper off Stiles' lap and skittering down the hall. Derek's eyes were wide, mouth open enough to show the prominent bunny teeth. "Stiles..."

"And I'm not just saying it because you're pouting. I really do. Want to. Us. The wedding thing. But please, nothing like Jackson's that was --OH"

Derek had walked over and wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist, resting his head in his lap where Casper had been. His spot. 

It was a lazy summer Saturday and for once nothing seemed to be interrupting their plans.

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[dagranwrites]

Plasmius lore incoming

tl;dr slaps Vlad so hard he keels over this bad boy can fit so much vampire lore (still half-ghost)

I’ve mentioned it in the end notes of half himself for half his life, that Dan doesn’t need infodumping, but Danny does, but that is uhhhhh…. at least(!) one more one-shot away because the next one in the mental pipeline is thematically entirely different, but this has already cooked to completion in my brain, also what’s not to love about more Plasmius lore and why he looks Like That

so Vlad’s a half-ghost, Plasmius by himself is a ghost, this remains entirely uncontested, Plasmius isn’t a vampire, but he is vampire folklore, because Vlad’s personal interests don’t just encapsulate ghosts (although he was happy to focus for Jack and Maddie, since he did love ghost research with them), but anything and everything supernatural, so his knowledge spans a much wider array of creatures – vampires included

and Vlad had vampires on the brain while he was confined to the hospital, but the influence he enacted on his ghost-half was mostly subconscious because he wasn't actually in a good mental place to have coherent ghost-shaping thoughts

Jack and Maddie’s antipathy and outright eagerness to harm ghosts was much more present in the maelstrom coursing through his mind, with all their threats suddenly being much more personal

Vlad was hospitalised, left alone (in part because he might not have been allowed visitors at first, then because he chased them away, but the Vlad I write also didn’t have any next of kin at that point, so there’s that as well), scrutinised for what the ectoplasm did to his body by doctors unqualified for what they were treating, turned into something that his best friends would gleefully hunt, and he couldn’t get rid of at that point, with a brain chock-full of creature lore and a stress-fuelled neurochemical cocktail cooking in there

where Danny’s transformation was basically instant, Vlad’s festered into existence like an ulcer in those first few days at the hospital

Vlad considered his powers something monstrous, why would he think anything else after a couple years of ghost research with Jack and Maddie, even if he doesn’t fully share that belief, he knows that they believe it and that they’re trigger-happy enough to shoot first and ask questions later, and that he cannot be sure if they would come if they found out – and that’s scary, and damning, considering Vlad was being protective when the accident happened, and he can’t unbecome what he is now, he can’t uncreate himself (there’s no way he or Jack or Maddie would know for certain how to kill a ghost at that point, so he can’t exactly rip Plasmius out and pretend all is well)

and the way he dealt with all that was by compartmentalising his ghost half into folklore that made it manageable, and what it latched onto was vampire lore, specifically Slavic vampire lore, even more specific the concept of living vampires, people with two hearts and two souls, capable of leaving their body to engage in vampiric behaviour while sleeping – two hearts and two souls, one half sleeping transformed, while the other one acts, that’s manageable because he can think of his human half as its own thing still, and his ghost powers as coexisting with them within the same space, and Vlad is not Plasmius and Plasmius is not Vlad, and that equals a modicum of control in a situation where he was stripped of it

the lines blur later when Vlad has better control over his ghost powers, but he still calls himself a living ghost because it resonates with him the most

Plasmius takes subconscious inspiration from several kinds of vampires, but here are the most apparent influences

basic Slavic vampire folklore, with vampires as a manifestation of an unclean spirit possessing a decomposing body, vengeful and jealous of the living

as explained, living vampires, creatures with two hearts and two souls

an upiór, as someone who was cursed before dead, died suddenly or someone whose corpse was desecrated (not the only ways to become one, but the ones that fit Plasmius most), they are said to arrive at night with glowing wolf-like eyes and to be able to kill people with their breath and shrieks, plagues are also generally blamed on upiórs

a strzyga (f), or strzygoń (m), while a demon is often held comparable to Slavic vampires, as they also have two hearts and two souls, but are also said to have two sets of teeth, though unlike upiórs, strzygas can born like that (there is more than one way to become one), stzygi also usually die at a young age, however only one of their souls moves on, while the other remains to go after the living

a nelapsi, a Slovakian vampiric revenant, also of the "two hearts and two souls"-kind, as well as said to be one of the most dangerous vampire types who can destroy an entire village in a single night due to their speed and strength, they are described as walking corpses with no signs of decay, pale skin, a lean and muscular build, burning red eyes, sharp talons on hands and feet, long, greasy black hair, and a mouth full of needle like fangs and teeth

ultimately Vlad’s ghost half is none of these specifically, instead Plasmius is a cocktail of several specific traits that express themselves determinedly vampiric, which in turn dictates how he functions as a ghost

I solved the many differences between the ghosts by making their defining trait being creatures of superstition and belief, which means that either by their own or outside influence they can make just about anything work because they only have to believe that it works, but they don’t have to be aware of this belief (strong outside influences are a bit tricky, but personal belief can more than often override it)

and that’s why Vlad looks Like That as Plasmius (also because a lack of distinctive resemblance makes it easier for him to do crimes, but that’s beside the point, which is also why Plasmius is more buff, so even their body types aren’t comparable and people just have to know that it’s him)

years worth of accumulated vampire lore being the core of what makes Plasmius tick also means that yes, Vlad did indeed placebo himself one of the worst cases of feral vampire ghost hunger in recent history, and no, he’s not aware of it that he could have just skipped that step

you can probably see where this is going or rather where it came from, but as vampires generally require the (life)blood of humans and Plasmius is basically a self-made vampire jigsaw puzzle… he needs the lifeblood of his own kind, or he’s having A Grand Ol’ Bad Time, but it also plays into the aspects of what specifically he requires in terms of ectoplasm and Vlad had to experiment a little to find the right balance for his own supply because he does require a certain amount of “fresh from the vein”-plasm, aged-like-wine Ghost Zone ectoplasm just doesn’t cut it (but makes a good filler for his personal blend, to easily quantify it and stretch it a little if need be)

he doesn’t keep it in blood bags, but stores it in what are essentially reusable yoghurt pouches, since it's not as liquid as blood

Dan can be afflicted in the same way, but doesn’t have to be, my personal take is that this is mostly because for Danny, who has grown up with ectoplasm infused food, it’s more like having low blood sugar, so Danny’s blissful ignorance of The Craving is overruling Dan’s desire to chomp other ghosts, another factor is that while Dan has absorbed Plasmius powers relatively seamlessly, he didn’t absorb much of anything else from Vlad’s ghost half and it has been knocking around inside of him like a violent bouncy ball since then

Vlad doesn't actually like blood, unless it's mixed with ectoplasm, but he does love wine

#fandom: danny phantom #character: vlad masters #type: text post #danny phantom #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #the blood-plasm is actually a post for itself #so I won't get into it here

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

💚💔 forrrr either prime defenders or danny phantom >:}

OHHH FUCK THESE R GOOD. I THINK IM GONNA DO BOTH

DP:

💚- literally the way the fandom as a whole characterize danny. considering the fact that apparently 70% of the ppl in the tag have not actually watched the show (this kills the me. every time i think about it), nobody actually knows What The Main Character Is Like . hes supposed to be an awkward quippy annoying 14 yr old boy. of course hes gonna say and do stupid shit!!! hes not some capable noble hero who always does the right thing and is nice to everyone. hes a kid who has a big heart with a crippling sense of responsibility. head in hands

💔- this might be cheating bc hes only a minor character and existed for exactly one (1) episode but.. fucking Gregor. i haaated double cross my heart that episode sucks so bad. lets just. remove the whole thing. also its really funny i had to google his name because i just kept thinking of grefgore (<< npc from the jrwi vampire campagin who is my angel the light of my life). would the fandom kill me if i said wes weston. hes not even a real guy it wouldnt matter if he was removed.

EDIT I JUST REALIZED THE PROMPT LITERALLY SAYS MAJOR CHARACTER. FUCK. uhhhhhhhh idfk. i guess if i HAD 2 pick. maybe clockwork? as much as i fucking love clockwork he was not utilized enough. he couldve been such a cool mentor character working in tandem with frostbite in season 3 and he just. wasnt. god hes so cool i wish they wouldve done more with him. but also if he didnt exist neither would my favorite ever episode. FUCK this is HARD

PD:

💚- NOT ENOUGJ PEOPLE UTILIZE WIWI BEING A PETTY JEALOUS LITTLE BRAT. THIS IS A FUNDAMENTAL PART OF HIS CHARACTER AND I AM SO ANNOYED ANYTIME IT IS SANDED DOWN. honestly? also? any time anyone writes william as being. 100% Automatically Morally Good. if dakota wasnt there his ass wouldve gone full villain arc halfway through season 1.

💔- i????? honestly???? dont know if i would remove anyone??? i genuinely cannot think of someone i wouldnt be super distraught about not having. maybe like. idk. Bacon Man. but bacon man is sweet bc hes a character bizly made up when he was a kid and im weak for including old ocs in current projects bc i think its fun. I CANT EVEN SAY LIKE. PARTY CITY GHOST. BC I LOVE THE PARTY EPISODES.

#hehehehee silly 2 me that the acronyms are. the same but backwards #do u know how many times ive accidentally typed jrwi dp. its a lot #asks #friends!!! #intertexts #IM GONNA NEED TO THINK ON THE PD ONE MORE. LIKE. GENUINELY THERES NOT A CHARACTER U COULD REMOVE AND I WOULDNT MISS THEM. I DONT THINK. #IN SOME CAPACITY AT LEAST

[batpham-discord-highlights]

Jazz Drake: Part Four or Four

source: #ghosts-and-bats channel

tw: gory dreams

1, 2, 3, 4

A

Jazz's guilt manifests in spending as much time with him as she can

And making sure someone else she trusts is with him if she isn't

She stress cooks now

A habit picked up from Alfred

There's two of them

When Jason returns, he doesn't quite understand who this little girl is and why she spends so much time with Alfred

Then Alfred finally introduces them, made difficult by her avoiding Jason

And she's like: my big brother may have forgiven you but I sure haven't

Because to Jazz, Tim has been her whole world for so long

And Jason could've taken that from her

AK

Y'know

How did jazz die?

A

Hmmm

Truck-kun

AK

Was thinking angst but if that's how u wanna go about it xd

A

Except the driver was possessed by a ghost

Or wait

It possessed the truck

AK

I was thinking Danny dissec and jazz find out and maybe she trips and explodes the portal or smth

A

I mean, that works too

AK

Bc horrifying prophetic dreams are aesthetic

A

Oh?

AK

Prophetic is not the right word

Like she is very very overprotective, but she doesn't exactly know why (no complete memories maybe?)

Tw Gorey dreams? And she sometimes will have dreams of another life, of someone familiar and they always end with scream of pain and strange green liquid, and blood

A

Are you making Drake!Jazz a meta? Or is this memory returning?

AK

Memories returning

A

Ah, I see

AK

Slow memory return is very interesting to me

Can cause many an issue

A

What kind of issues are you thinking of?

AK

Paranoia, signs of PTSD with no discernable cause

Bc they don't know whats going on, batfam cannot fix it

Or try to help

A

Did she witness any of Danny's vivisection? Any of the evidence of it happening?

Because issues with medical tables/scalpels/other medical equipment would be very interesting

AK

Honestly up to you

I would like it if she did

And considering that she's wanting to be a doctor

A

I agree

It would make learning surgery very difficult

And even Damian calls her a wimp for it she just absolutely breaks down

Because like, she's young and under stress and Damian hits where it hurts

AK

Are u applying the "not all memories are there" thing?

Bc like just not knowing what ur scared of can be pretty terrifying

A

Yes

She just sees the table with the equipment and has a full-blown panic attack

Bonus points if there's a dummy already cut open

Everyone else is in the cave too

And they're all worried about her

Even Damian, reluctantly

AK

She doesn't quite remember the face, or the name, but she knows it was familiar

Blood/hallucination And she stares at the table. The lighting is suddenly garish and green, and there is a Boyd on the table. Green and red drip quietly, and the face she cannot describe is staring at her, mouth open in a scream

A

Yup

Some good ol angst

Does Danny and Jazz meeting spark their memories more?

AK

Yes it does :4

Jazz gets all her memories back

Danny gets a headrush and promptly faints

A

Jazz immediately goes into protective crisis mode

Everyone is so confused about why Jazz got attached so quickly

AK

They're like twins, attached at the hip

A

Tim and Duke are a little jealous

AK

Danny has exceedingly good aim but is physically weak and faints like no tomorrow

Danny: what kills me makes me stronger

An

Danny no-

A

Duke, Jazz, Everyone: nO

Jazz gives Dick many stinky side-eyes at the beginning of their relationship

He is absolutely delighted to have a baby sister

She's upset that Dick supported Tim becoming Robin

It's not until she blows up at him and they sit down and talk about it together that she realizes he didn't really want Tim to be Robin either

He just knew he wouldn't be able to stop him and was doing his best to keep him safe by teaching him

SM

Just what I was going to say

A

Yeah

They realize that they have a lot in common

(big shocker)

And she starts seeing him as another brother after the fifth time he takes her out for ice cream

And he is unspeakably grateful that she isn't going to be fighting on the streets at night

She's small and sweet and soft and innocent right now

And he wants to protect her, let her stay that way as long as it's safe to

Alfred mostly keeps her off of comms, especially on bad nights

And she stopped watching the news after the fifth time she freaked herself out about Tim not coming home

Jazz and Cass adore each other

Spoiler doesn't really meet Jazz until Cass invites Steph over to hang out during the day time

And then there's this awkward "that's my brother's ex"/"that's my ex's little sister" moment

But after that the three of them get along like a house on fire

And while Alfred would do most of her training

It would be a cold day in hell when Babs didn't make sure each of Her Girls are computer competent

And Jazz has been one of Hers since Dick introduced them

#ghosts and bats channel #batman #danny phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #tim drake #duke thomas #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #damian al ghul #cassandra wayne #cassandra cain #damian wayne #steph brown #stephanie brown #tw gore #ptsd #tw dissection

[aikoiya]

DPxDC - Family of the Green

Yo, I was just reading a DPxDC crossover where Undergrowth & Poison Ivy met. Literally, the first moment he heard of her, he asked if she was single.

I can't help but think what a nightmare that scenario would be for Sam.

Like, imagine Undergrowth & Poison Ivy getting into a romantic relationship & having the deluded idea of making Sam their daughter. So, they go to Amity to make her theirs.

Then, bring to your minds, them capturing her & initially trying to convince her of their ways. Not through power, but by via her environmentalist ideals.

They tell her that humans are hurting nature. However, the very idea of plants actually being able to feel pain would horrify Sam. She explains that that can't be true because the argument behind veganism is that plants can't feel pain.

Undergrowth counters that the hunters believe that ghosts don't feel emotions, but that he knew Sam didn't believe that to be true. So, why can't plants feel pain?

She says that they don't have pain receptors or nervous systems, but Undergrowth scoffs & says that ghosts don't have pituitary glads or chemicals, but that doesn't stop them from feeling.

But when Sam contemplates this, she asks how they expect people to live if they can't eat plants.

Ivy suggests the fruit that falls off the vine & meat, after all, once it's left the plant itself, it is only destined to wither.

But Sam refuses to eat meat because animals feel pain too & it isn't right to hurt them any more than it would be to hurt plants if they did feel pain. Not to mention, humans can't get enough nutrients from just the fruit. They'd starve. Sam herself would starve!

She asserts that all life is sacred & that plants need carbon-based life too.

Ivy remarks that they do, as food, producers of carbon, & fertilizer. Plants don't need humans for anything more than that.

Sam then counters that then they wouldn't need Ivy either. To which Ivy backhands her & Undergrowth scolds her for backtalking her mother. Which just goes to show how nutty he is.

In the end, Undergrowth puts Sam under his control again. They then model themselves as a twisted sort of family through their reign.

Of course, Undergrowth warns Ivy about the ghost boy his 'daughter' has an infatuation for. She just remarks that if he's male, then he'll be no problem for her.

It turns out that her pollen only works on him half-way because he's half-ghost. The reason being that ghosts don't work based on chemicals, rather their cores are what give the signals & work more on electrical impulse & psychic control. So, because of Danny's core, he at least managed to retain some level of sanity.

Ivy attempts to use her kiss to gain full control, but Sam intervenes, becoming jealous of her 'mother,' claiming him as hers & saying she intended to make him her prince, which Undergrowth would recognize as his ghostly influence on her coming through.

He'd grumble, feeling cheated of his revenge, but figured that if he couldn't kill him, then having complete control over such a powerful being would do.

Eventually, Sam comes into contact with blood blossoms & their anti-ecto properties snap her out of Undergrowth's control. She soon discovers that she's able to manipulate them, but lays low until she has the advantage.

#danny phantom #dp #sam manson #dc #dpxdc crossover #poison ivy #undergrowth #family of the green

[camels-pen]

So the post I accidentally deleted was a Centaurworld au of Identity Crisis and I am so sad bc I actually liked it so much 😭

Lemme try and rewrite it (and I made a copy in my phone notes this time because this is NOT happening again)

[Centaurworld spoilers below]

Danny's human half gets together with and marries the person/people of his dreams while his ghost half is left watching on the sidelines. Alternatively, he just has the life he's always wanted, no romance involved.

His ghost half is jealous AND because he's only really half of a whole being/something different than a regular ghost, he's not really able to live a full ghost life even if he wanted to.

Danny's ghost half does his best to figure out how to fuse with his human half again, but all his attempts have done nothing except change him into something unrecognizable to how he first appeared when he separated with his human half.

Danny's ghost half tries a few times to plead to his human half to fuse with him, but his human half absolutely does not want that- he finally has the life he's always wanted, he can't give that up now!

Danny's human half is desperate to avoid fusing with his ghost half again, so he tells his family and anyone else in town who'd listen that Phantom was the reason he was always banged up, jumpy, barely getting any sleep at night, and a whole host of other things that are *technically* true to get them to hate Phantom and do whatever they can to get rid of him.

He calls Phantom a monster and spews all sorts of stuff that is clearly just repackaged self-hate. Probably says something along the lines of "Phantom's made me consider killing myself more than once" which pushes a lot of people to the "let's fucking destroy Phantom" side.

Danny's ghost half- after being essentially ostracized and watching someone else marry/live a good life with the people he loves while he watches from the sidelines- makes him more sympathetic to Vlad's struggles (to a degree anyway) and they end up joining forces to beat up human Danny and force him to fuse with Danny's ghost half/generally make him suffer. Vlad's ghostly allies/employees and some of Danny's ghost friends probably help too.

It'll end up becoming this whole thing- a war between humans and ghosts- all because of one person / two half-people.

Not super sure how it'd end, considering I don't wanna have any of Danny's loved ones kill him like Woman killing the Nowhere King, but nearly everyone involved would certainly be some flavour of pissed at him. Maybe Clockwork has some type of punishment or dangerous time errands for Danny to do to make up for his mistakes? I'll have to think on that.

Also, I think my og post had it like, Danny's human half had been living this perfect life for several years and he was well into being an adult, but tbh this could happen to him as a teenager too.

But yeah anyway the Nowhere King's story just fucking gripped me by the throat like "fuck your exam in an hour and a half, time to think about Centaurworld au" so here we are

#danny phantom #centaurworld #dp centaurworld crossover #DPxCW #nemotime #i think i got all the points from my deleted post so its fine #but still qwq #also gotta love ppl yelling on the subway #always a classic

[dannyphantom-justiceleauge]

Transformation au anon:

The irony of little Jazz having dressed up as a fairy and then eventually growing up and becoming a fairy is amazing. and Doyle (and other creatures) just noping out at her Dark-magic-esque brother. I love how even in the supernatural world Danny is an oddity and scary without meaning to be (and super OP regardless). You would think that once Danny discovers the world is full of supernatural creatures and half humans and everything, he would feel a little less alone and stick out less--but no, even to them he's weird.

On the stealing names thing, I'm going to assume this AU's rules of fairies is something like "she stole a fairy's name so she became a fairy herself, but her stealing humans' names doesn't mean those humans become fairies too". But honestly her being a psychologist works so well with this whole "accidentally stealing names = power/control over other people" thing, because her whole job is helping people control their own lives (and obviously she has to get to know them/their name to help them right?) and it's just so subtle that no one notices (and she still doesn't actually USE the name, but like, the fae rules still apply whenever the accidental stealing/power over someone else occurs). Doyle would probably actually be impressed about how she's doing it (like, hey maybe fae should try being psychologists if they can manage to disguise themselves as humans to do it)... if she let them in on the sessions to see how she's doing it in the first place. ("It's patient privacy Doyle!" or "No you can't sneak in even if they can't see you!" assuming fae can be invisible idk.) They just know she's slowly becoming more powerful/stealing names and they don't know how she's doing it lol.

I love Jazz developing an allergy to iron/steel though, given the whole LAB in her parent's basement. Traditionally ghosts are also weak to those things so I hc that the Fenton inventions are also made out of those materials or alloys of them. The Fenton household/weapons becoming just as dangerous to her as to Danny a lot of the time! They have to work hard to protect each other from different aspects of their parents' work.

Also, all of Danny, Tucker, and Jazz developing sharp teeth because of their respective species... fang buddies! Sam is jealous lol. Tho technically I guess she could also have sharp teeth? It's not typical of a mermaid but like... fish do have sharp tiny teeth yo.

And Jazz suddenly becoming good at music is hilarious given how badly she did during the Girl's Night Out episode, I kinda hc her as tonedeaf. Ember being like "????" during some fight with Danny when Jazz accidentally distracts her with it somehow. Maybe she was hoping she'd sing badly again and interrupt Ember's concert like last time. (Could be a potential plot of a crossover of the siblings' worlds - Jazz dealing with Ember while Danny deals with something having to do with Doyle. Oh, similarly for the whole wordplay thing--Jazz gets involved with a ghostly plot to do with Ghost Writer, or a new enemy that's a ghost lawyer!)

the picture jazz and danny have of the Halloween where they dressed as a fairy and ghost will now live in infamy as terrible foreshadowing. yes, to be clear danny's ghost costume was a blanket. their parents usually tried to dress them as ghost hunters, but jazz is nothing if not stubborn

and yeah, danny would be rare. i see necromancy and undead being a thing. vampires, zombies, and other folklores undead. but a halfa, a living creature made by having a portal to another dimension open on them. a being with both a living and dead form, a being that is both living and dead at once. wild. i imagine all the undead creatures follow certain rules and biological functions that danny just doesn't. like he doesn't follow ghosts bio rules either. at least not all of them. so how are you supposed to deal with him? and that's not to mention how he's made a career out of fighting. he's scary and i expect bordering on eldritch as far as the monsters are concerned. i'm willing to bet most don't even believe he exists.

i'm inclined to balance this out somehow though. like certain magic communities don't believe in each other or are natural enemies. that kind of thing. i wouldn't mind if sam, tucker, val, and jazz are equally spooky to each others communities. i think the fact that neither sam nor jazz were born as their respective creatures might be off putting for some. especially with how powerful they all gradually become. because lets be real, i am always down for op characters. so earning a royal title is a vibe. tucker earning a reputation for the fights he's managed to win (usually by using tech but few are aware of that), jazz having so many names and secrets that she a threat in the fairy community despite not being a born fae. and just the fact that they're a friend group. intimidating.

yes to stealing human names being different than stealing a fae's name. to a fairy their name is all that they are and will be. jazz therefore stole all that doyle is and will be. she gave them a different name so they can be someone else, and grow their power anew, but in the meantime jazz kinda straight up stole his power/identity. i think that might actually give her a reputation in the fae world as i think it'd be considered quite rare for a human to successfully steal a fairy's name. they know the rules, it's a whole societal norm not to give your name to anyone. the fact that it was a human who did it is both frightening and impressive. also probably means people speak badly of doyle for being dumb enough to get tricked. i could see fairy's being afraid of jazz stealing their names too though.

i actually like jazz owning her patiants name. that's a tricky territory because it would certainly be an abuse of power. but she's not actually trying to use the power she has over them and she's gaining so many other secrets from them anyway that even if she didn't know their name she would have power over them. i think i'm going to say it's an explicit power now. Secrets and Knowledge have power in the fae world and the more you have the more powerful you are. in that sense jazz is speedrunning becoming a powerhouse. partially because it's not normal for people to freely give people their secrets. but it's perfectly normal to give your secrets to a psychologist. so jazz is getting all this information easily. and using her powers to actually help her patients. meanwhile actual fairies have to spy and wheedle to get the kind of information she receives in one session. i imagine it's quite frustrating for other fairies, doyle in particular who's been playing witness

i see doyle gradually softening and cheering her on in their own way. like initially they hate her because she stole their name and have so much power over them. but then as she gradually establishes herself as a powerhouse and is fighting other fairies, they're cheering her on and probably starting fights on her behalf. i could see them hanging over her shoulder and shouting insults at their enemies. they might not like her that much at first but they will always side with her over anyone else. they're jazz's. no one else's.

the iron and steel allergy is a nightmare. you don't realize how much metal is around you until you have to be aware. i think to be fair. the less pure the iron is, the less it hurts. so steal and other alloys are less effective than pure iron. the difference might be something like breaking out with a rash vs actual burns. either way the siblings are covering eachother and thank god the fenton parents are oblivious as hell. they might have noticed something is going on with their kids, or at least jazz because danny's ghost stuff is actually kinda normal by this point. but as usual they're going to draw the completely wrong conclusions.

fish can have sharp teeth and i'm always partial to predatory mermaids, but at the same time it depends on diet and as a vegan same wouldn't really be needing natural fangs anyway. she can have extra teeth though, as a treat. but yes. i want them all smiling in unison at an enemy or bully and it being spooky as hell. val doesn't get pointy teeth, alas, but she has a helmet so it wouldn't really matter in battle anyway. daily life, she probably has enough going on anyway. still sad she's not included in the creepy smile thing, but also i don't think she'd mind.

also when i sad that music ability suddenly becomes relevent, i didn't mean that jazz music ability is magically enhanced in anyway. no i meant music is culturally important to fairies. the fact that she is bad at it can be an ongoing problem for her. dancing would also be a relevent skill so hopefully she could pick that up at least. but yep her being so tone deaf that it offends random fairies is fun. also means she can go to ember for music lessons. playing an instrument might also help her in place of making her sing. danny dealing with doyle in the meantime would still be fun. i can't see them getting doyle anywhere near the ghost zone where jazz's lessons are. but also doyle not wanting to be anywhere near danny to begin with. so shenanigans ensue, as i'm sure doyle tries to avoid danny and also wreck their own type of chaos amongst the humans. after all they need to regain the power that they had lost. is doyle becoming dimple from mob psycho? kinda. that wasn't intentional.

jazz meeting and manipulating the ghost writer is also just a vibe. that would be a good episode without the fairy stuff. jazz actually mastering wordplay enough to level the playing field with the ghost writer is actually fun. to the point where i could see the ghost writer developing a grudging respect (crush?) on her and trying to interact more with her than danny.

ah, the shenanigans to be had in this broader world. i could see this as a fic series where each fic is from a different characters perspective. and you'd get plenty of recognizable moments and crossover events. so like you'd be following tucker fighting monsters and gaining a reputation, and you'll see danny fighting in the background. or danny would come and help and you'll get both characters perspectives in the different fics. and then major events, like say the town getting pulled into other dimensions would effect all the stories because it's happening to all of them. sounds fun - Hestia

#dpjl #danny phantom #fairy jazz #transformation trio au #spooks au

[sauntering-down]

it's Monday and i did not wake up in a good mood, so i cheered myself up by rereading that time i experienced the first book in the New Jedi Order EU Star Wars series and liveblogged it to @cassiopixie. yes, that's the book where Chewie dies. no, she did not warn me. in case you want to experience the Nonsense™ for yourself...

well, i'm just diving into Vector Prime with absolutely no knowledge of the larger EU, so we'll see what happens

can't believe that run-on got published

…in what universe would Threepio's voice be considered "melodious" Leia. honey. are you okay. blink once for yes and twice for no.

if Mara's eyes sparkle or twinkle one more time i'm gonna riot

Mary: I was suddenly slammed with the memory of how there's a whole side plot in the EU with Luke falling in love with a Force Ghost who possesses another body and is from the planet CHAD me: ...what the unholy fuck

jfc i hope "Wurth Skidder" isn't a name because it's a fecking terrible one

hm, getting the impression Nomnom might be a bit of a douchebag yeah, he and his buddies just stoned a pit full of droids to death

tell me what's wrong with this, Mary. prove you're better than whoever edited this novel. also they're all young, in case you forgot. in case you forgot Danni is a young woman… she's young.

ah yes, he happily removes his disguise and surveys his "ornamental disfigurements" like a split eyelid and torn mouth, because that's totally a normal thing to do

THEY FUCKING COMMUNICATE THROUGH LUMPS WITH EYES THAT THEY STROKE A LOT MARY I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS

the thing turns itself inside-out and resembles the head of the dude he's talking to. what. the. fuck!

ah yes, recreational organ transplants, my favorite activity

this Wookiee's name is Triebakk and i s2g i keep reading it as Trebek so this Wookiee is Alex Trebek, the beloved host of Jeopardy gets really funny when the dude howls in protest imagine someone getting a Jeopardy question wrong and Alex Trebek just screaming wordlessly at them

politics are boring. i hope Jacen goes full Darth Brayden on them soon and stabs somebody

me: how much younger is he than the twins? Mary: Like…three years younger, I think??? Mary: So obviously he's not a baby, but a BABY all the same me: the wiki says a year and a half lol. so he'd be between 14 and 15, since the twins are 16… me: not QUITE a baby. a senior baby, perhaps. (aka the reason Anakin Solo is referred to as 'Senior Baby' frequently for the rest of this thing)

this story is going to be an ordeal

okay yeah Anakin's 15 and fucked up the Falcon by trying some flashy flying lmao gosh i love reading about characters who don't, you know, get off on MUTILATING THEMSELVES

HAH Anakin insults the Falcon and Chewie threatens to bite the kid's lightsaber in half. this is why the sequels sucked. none of this tomfoolery.

Lando invented an asteroid-dodging game that's only MODERATELY dangerous and somehow i'm not surprised at all

Mary: God do these guys ever RELAX and NOT TORTURE EACH OTHER

me: that'd be a no Mary: I…are we just reading carefully disguised hentai? me: very possibly

Mara's sick, the ~mysterious illness~ aka what's probably like mutated YV sperm or something, these sick fucks, is attacking her uterus and she's afraid she won't be able to have children… got some news for ya, lady you'll have a Ben eventually. he's MUCH better than the one we have now, i'm sure…

Jacen's in a Mood so he goes to annoy his little brother, a relatable sentiment

oh god Jacen is in top "i'm older and i know best so let me lecture you" form

YES THEY'RE GONNA LIGHTSABER BATTLE FUCK EACH OTHER UP a proper non-masochistic beatdown fuck yeah

Han's still fixing the Falcon and in the process gets annoyed at Chewie and zaps him in the ass with a live wire. i think this is flirting.

HAN AND LEIA ARE STILL DEEPLY IN LOVE SO FUCK YOU SEQUELS

point in this book's favor, Leia occasionally feels a little jealous of Mara's mentor-student relationship with Jaina, but overall the two of them get along REALLY well and it's just nice to see. no bitchiness or nonsense. good female friendship.

Yomin Carr, sabotaging a ship: ew ew ew i have to touch this filthy technology with my pure mutilated Yuuzhan Vong hands

i'm glad you're my copilot on this adventure. i think otherwise i would've quit right around the time the sadomasochistic rituals started…

k we're starting off at a dock on a planet called Reecee. i initially read that as Reeeee and wondered why anyone needed that many Es

Lando: hugs Han Lando: hugs Leia LONGER Han: >:||||| Lando: gives Mara the ULTIMATE HUG Luke: hell yeah my wife totally deserves this

this rando Jedi named Kyp has the top time when it comes to racing through the asteroid belt and Jaina reeeeeally wants to beat him lol Jacen crashes Anakin does better and then faceplants into a giant asteroid Jaina finally crashes after 27 minutes, more than doubling Kyp's time Anakin hasn't come back so i'm just gonna assume he's still floating around out there until i'm told otherwise

MAYBE I'D RATHER READ ABOUT JAINA BEING BADASS THAN PEOPLE GETTING CLEAVED OPEN WITH AXES, YOMIN CARR. EVER THOUGHT OF THAT

lmao Kyp's squadron leaves while blasting music through the loudspeakers and showing off their cool flying

okay, so far Jaina is all awesome all the time, Jacen won't quit philosophizing, and Anakin's the only one who acts like a normal teenager

Kyp's squad is called the Dozen-and-Two Avengers and ngl that does not roll off the tongue at all

OH BOY now Lando wants Han to go to Sernpidal, aka the next target of ol' Nomnom and Luke and Mara are going to the planet Yomin Carr just climate-changed to death Leia tells Han to take their least exciting Senior Baby son with him

and Kyp figures out a way to make it to Sernpidal. DON'T DO IT THE YUUZHAN VONG ARE GOING TO HAVE PAIN ORGIES THERE AND THEN DROP A MOON ON THE PLACE

sweet, it's Miko! he's going to be fed to a tentacle beast shortly, but hey, he's alive for now what with all the hentai and sadomasochism so far, i guess vore was next on the board

Nom Nom and Da'Gara: wow can't wait to mentally break this Jedi before we toss him to the tentacles!!! evil chuckling

every time Anakin and Chewie are in the same room, they pick on one another lol Chewie, you're like, 300 years old. stop stooping to a fifteen-year-old's level

welp, apparently in seven hours the moon's going to crash into the planet. THANKS NOM NOM

they've figured out SOMETHING is pulling the moon down. i can tell them right now it's disgusting because the YV thrive on that shit Anakin's gonna go find it while Han and Chewie evac as many people as they can… look at Senior Baby, finally getting to do something

god dammit Artoo you're supposed to lay off the rum i bet you haven't been going to your AA meetings again

me: this stuff would be really cool if it wasn't the fucking Yuuzhan Vong Mary: It would also be cool if it wasn't ONE WHOLE SENTENCE

#relatable

MARA SHANKS THIS BITCH FUCK YEAH press F to pay respects to Yomin Carr? I DON'T THINK SO

oooh, Miko's still alive! i guess they're torturing him by tricking his brain into thinking he's being repeatedly vored

Anakin Solo Has Two Dads

Chewie just fucking YEETS Anakin at Han lol

me: OH MY GOD WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK me: WHAAAAAT THE FUUUUUUUCK Mary: …I didn't want to tell you that this was the infamous book where Chewie dies, but… me: CHEWIE NOOOOOO .__.

like, okay, getting an entire moon to the face is a badass way to go, but OMG WAS THAT REALLY NECESSARY??????

now i feel bad for Senior Baby. he is baby. someone give him a hug

well, at least Anakin Gets Shit Done, rescuing the x-wing while they're being attacked by insects and he fries them with some electricity, which even Han is happy about. i am also happy because the last couple interactions between them were difficult to read lol

me: oh good, Jacen's not being a dick to Anakin about what happened to Chewie me: awwww Jaina is a good sister, hugging him and all Mary: They're good sibs me: too bad about that death and Sith thing

maybe you should lend Mara to your sons for a while, especially Senior Baby

let's EAT while reading about the fucking Yuuzhan Vong jerking off to pain

i have to revise my earlier prediction, i kinda love them all might be ride-or-die for Senior Baby, surprisingly. he's growing on me

Anakin: alright Jaina's the good pilot let's do some wild telepathic mind-joining shit so she can kick ass and take names through us! Jacen: welp, okay

we were deprived of Darth Aiden and got Darth Jaiden instead. tragedy.

anyway, the sibs do amazing for a bit, but then Anakin gets overloaded and loses the bond then i think he blasts off into hyperspace to escape the asteroids before he goes splat, but blacks out in the process nobody has ANY idea where he went, but Han and Leia go after him anyway. good luck dudes

meanwhile, Anakin's chilling out in dead space like "well, if my sibs are okay, that's cool, i don't mind dying. if they're dead, i'm gonna fucking riot"

Da'Gara: maybe i should be worried about the lack of communication from Yomin Carr? nah lol gonna focus on glory and shit instead

Han: WHERE did these idiot kids get their recklessness from????? Leia: wow. much wonder. very surprise.

Lando: the pilot was wearing a mask we think connected her to the ship, but nobody's tested it. Luke: aight hold on a second

oh thank GOD Han's stopped being a dick, actually hugs his poor kid

Jacen gets to put on the creepy YV living pain suit and creepy YV living breathing apparatus such fun

Miko… goes down taking two more YV with him. godspeed, dude

Jaina, Consummate Badass Pilot, catches the iceborer and skips off into hyperspace in one gorgeous movement

the war council convenes and pretty much decides they are SO fucked …so they're gonna like. evaporate as much moisture off the planet as possible, cool it down so the volcanoes quit working and the entire thing freezes. that doesn't sound right but i don't know enough about science to refute it

Senior Baby getting all excited about physics over here

…there are NINETEEN books in the NJO series how many different ways can you have the Yuuzhan Vong fetishizing pain and destroying entire planets

Mary: Thank you for letting me come with you on this wild ride hahaha me: no problem, my dude me: i will never ever touch anything from the EU ever again me: fucking Yuuzhan Vong Mary: Any EU book is better than Crystal Star, where Luke is sad because he can't feel the Force because a sun exploded near them, so he joins a cult that worships a giant golden blob me: that's just an average Wednesday afternoon for me

#it's like my Warrior Cats liveblog but with a lot more sadomasochism!! #feel like i should warn for body horror or something #fucking Yuuzhan Vong

[bugdoodle]

Valerie hatting ghost is'nt as unreasonble as the phandom makes it seem.

Danny and co don't talk to to her. (In redit speak this woul an esh.)

But in all honesty canon did'nt do their charactera justice.

Danny is the main character so he got the most developedment as a character, but got dumbed down in season 3.

Sam was reduced to the loved interest. Her flaws wer'nt expandit on.

Tucker stayed mostly the same he was the comic relief character. He had some good episode and honestly is lot beter than Sam

[widch i know is'nt fair. But tucker got jealous of danny's powers and as a friend at least understood Danny bette with Dash's bulying.]

Valerie's arc did'nt get a proper ending.

A bit of a rant =/

Here are some story idea's i would love for the characters to go trough.

Danny becoming more ghostly.

Danny coming out to his parents about his ghost half. The show showed every time the secret got out his parents were fine with it but that they stil had to learn, so thats how it's gonna be.

Danny gaing friends in and out of the ghost zone with who he can talk about space.

Danny gets his own lair in the ghost zone.

Jazz help her parents understand Danny more.

Eventualy Jazz takes step back gets to be a kid herself again.

Sam faling under Unergrowts control and gaining plant powers and keeping them. Sam using her new powers for her own gain make her a bit of a hypocrite so when Danny cals her out on it. Sam breaks down says ;I know ok!, why do yout think i always tell to not use your power for reasons. If i had ghost powers from the start i know would use them selfishly;. Danny and Sam growing closer.

Sam getting out of her not like other girls phase.

Sam and Danny actualy dating. Not People telling that they like eachother. (More of a gray ghost shipper but it was always gonna be those 2)

You can have them try at dating and finding their beter off as friends.

Sam becoming friends with girls.

Tucker having selfworth/ jealousy issus since he doesn't have power.

After getting injured Tucker deciding he rather work behind the scenes.

Tucker making more friends besides Danny and Sam.

Tucker dating a robot. The wiki states that Valerie likes hunting ghost and taekwondo. So were going in on that.

Valerie is told by Vlad about Danny's secret hoping to use her against Danny. Instead she shoots him. Vlad trying to use her suit to mind control her, he fails and only damages her suit. Both leave the battle hurt. Vlad has now become Valerie's arch enemy.

The only funtinig thing left of her suit is her helmet and hover board. Valerie now has to start over from has start all over again. (She becomes the red hood of the dp universe)

Her dad helps with making a new identity, using some of her broken equipment.

Damon Gray (her dad) makes a ghost surveillance fot Elmerton town.

Valerie making a new truce with Danny, she will mostly fight ghost in her Elmerton, and stop hunting him.

Valerie gains more human enemys who seak to hurt humans and ghost.

Valerie vollentears at the local taekwondo dojo.

Valerie ends up dating a full ghost.

In a funny twist Valerie rescues dog from (g.i.w or Vlad) that is half ghost. And keeps to help her hunt ghost.

Danny and Valerie becoming beter friends cant be of her becomin a halfa they have to work for that.

#valerie gray #danny phantom #sam manson #tucker foley #headcanon

[gretavandutchy]

a friendly favor | three

{danny wagner x fem!reader} fake it til you make it collection: phase four!

summary: when a friend needs a little help showing his ex that he’s moved on, you’re a little too willing to help him out.

word count: 4.9k i got carried away with this holy--

warnings: language, a little more pining, danny is out here sending mixed signals

That night, things were strange between you and Danny. The two of you had never had a sleepover before, let alone after spending an entire evening pretending to be in the honeymoon stage of a relationship. Your cheeks still ached from smiling too hard, and you could still feel the ghost of his body pressed up against yours.

He laid on his back beside you, a very respectable amount of distance between the two of you as you both laid on the very edges of the queen sized bed, but you could still feel his touch. You could still feel his hair tickling your cheeks, and your neck, and your shoulders. You could still feel his hands holding your sides, pulling you right back into his lap as you tried to catch your breath from laughing so hard post tickle-attack.

You could still feel his lips on your cheek, and you could still feel his warm breath on the side of your face as he rested his chin on your shoulder. Your heart was still fluttering in your chest, and you were trying hard to calm your racing mind down so that you could attempt to get some sleep before the full day of acting began. Despite your attempts, you couldn't.

All you could think about was how it felt to have the slightest taste of what it was like to be loved by Daniel, and the bitter sting that burned through your chest each time you'd realized he was watching her instead of you. You knew it was pathetic to be so upset about it, but you couldn't help it. No matter how aware you were in your mind that it wasn't real, it was hard to keep your heart on that same track.

He'd been so sweet all day long. He'd worked so hard to try and keep you comfortable, never straying too far or for too long because he knew you felt awkward being surrounded by a group of friends who considered you an outsider. Still, your mind was stuck on the one thing he'd done all night that had made you feel badly.

Danny probably wasn't even aware he'd done it. And, why should he have been? As far as he knew, you only thought of him as a friend. What reason did he have to think that staring at his ex like a kicked puppy would upset you?

Even beyond that, you were pretty sure he wasn't even consciously aware of the fact that he'd been watching her. You knew very well the pain of being around an ex after a recent breakup. You knew how much it hurt to see them for the first time after separating, and you knew how hard it was to not find yourself gravitating toward them in some way or another.

The questions about his intentions were eating you alive, though.

"Danny?" you whispered, hoping that he was awake and you weren't disturbing him.

He rolled onto his side, facing you with his eyes still wide awake. "Can't sleep?" he asked, and he chuckled when you nodded, "Neither can I. I can't shut my brain off."

"I have a question," you admitted, a little sheepishly, "I don't want to sound weird, but what are you hoping to get out of me being here?"

Daniel propped up on his elbow, resting his head in his hand as he furrowed his eyebrows. His voice was low with confusion, and maybe a little apprehension as he asked, "What do you mean?"

You chewed at your lip as you pondered how to explain, eventually settling on, "Like, are you hoping to get back together with Holland? I just--I understand if you are, really, but if I'm here in an attempt to make her jealous I'd prefer to know."

He sighed, falling back onto his back and effectively hiding his face from you. The movement startled you, but you grew more nervous by the fact that he took awhile to reply. The longer he laid in silence, the more you worried you'd finally found that invisible boundary and crossed it.

Just as you'd considered retracting the question, telling him to forget about it, he spoke up. "I can't lie, the thought did cross my mind." he murmured, softly, "But that was before we'd even left, and I forgot about it as soon as I even considered it. I don't like playing games like that... it feels wrong, and besides, I don't think I'd want to get back together even if it were an option."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, and now it was your turn to prop up on your elbow and stare down at him in confusion. He met your eyes and chuckled softly, clearly amused by your shock, and you asked, "Really? You seemed so upset about it, though. I mean, you lied and said you had a girlfriend just because Sam told you she was bringing another guy."

"I was upset about it." he agreed, "I still am, kind of, but I just think it was the right choice for us. I've realized a few things lately that made me acknowledge the fact that our relationship probably should have ended awhile ago, but I was just too afraid to do it."

You hummed, your curiosity kicking into overdrive. You wanted more than anything to ask what those realizations were, the green-eyed monster in the back of your head wondering if you were one of them, but you refrained. If he wanted to tell you, he would.

The silence settled between the two of you again, and you fell back onto your back with a sigh. It didn't last long, though, because Danny asked, "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." you whispered.

You probably should have expected it, but it still took you by surprise when he questioned, "Why didn't you tell me you met her?"

"I don't know." you replied, "Why didn't you ever tell me about her?"

"I don't know." he repeated, and the silence settled over the two of you again. That time, neither of you broke it.

The following day, things were strange.

You couldn't quite place your finger on why, or how, but Danny was acting differently. His touches were less hesitant, his looks lingering a little longer, and he just seemed more at ease. Whereas before he'd seemed unsure of himself in his attempts to portray his affection for you, the insecurity did not seem to be plaguing him anymore.

He didn't look at you timidly just before placing his hand on your thigh when the two of you sat next to each other at breakfast. He didn't squeeze your leg in warning when he leaned down and kissed your cheek, and you shuddered as you felt his lips drag slightly closer to your jaw and his nose brush against your ear before he pulled away. Previously he'd seemed sheepish after such a thing, but when you'd turned to look at him he was already watching you.

You'd tried not to show just how much it affected you when you noticed his lips quirked up into the faintest of smirks. He'd only grown bolder from that point. It was like he was glued to you, and no longer out of pity or an attempt to keep you from feeling excluded.

No, now his hands were stuck on your body and it was really making you feel all sorts of things that were not for show in the slightest.

His hand rested low on your back as he led you from the table to the couch, and there was no hiding the way your breath hitched as his fingers skimmed the bare skin under where your shirt had ridden up. Goosebumps had crawled across your skin, and you couldn't bring yourself to look at him that time. You could tell he noticed, though, because his hand slipped further into that space as he sat down beside you.

Things were still a little awkward with everyone else, too. You could see the way the guys all stared at his affections toward you, and it only made you feel all the more exposed. As far as they knew the two of you were happily dating, but your mind was blaring the alarm bells that you were a girl playing with fire and everyone was about to see you get burned.

Holland was the only one who didn't stare, and you were on the fence about that, too. She was nothing but nice to you, making small talk whenever the situation called for it, but you were stuck in that weird place of wondering whether or not she was genuine or secretly hated you. Did she want Danny back? Was she jealous, like you had been for months? Jealous, like you still felt in the quiet moments between Danny's affections.

He wasn't staring at her anymore, either.

You caught him staring at you more often than normal throughout the morning. Each time you turned to him, he was already looking, or he'd turn within seconds to meet your gaze. Sometimes he'd simply smile at you sweetly, but others he'd make a point to brush a strand of hair from your face or touch you in some way.

It was hard not reading into the way he looked at you, too. You couldn't quite place the emotion behind his brown eyes, but it made your belly flutter all the same. Each time he stared at you like that, his words echoed through your head. I've realized a few things lately... It was getting harder and harder to stop convincing yourself that maybe you were included in those, after all.

"Alright!" Sam called for everyone's attention shortly after dinner, "We've got six, so everybody needs to partner up for beer pong tonight."

Plates were still spread across the table, cutlery and napkins piled atop them as everyone lingered in their seats to continue the straggling mealtime conversation. Josh and Jake had been arguing about something, you were fairly sure that even they had lost sight of what that was exactly, and the rest of you had been urging it on for longer than you probably should have.

Your stomach ached from laughing so hard, and your cheeks hurt from smiling for too long. Though, the smile probably had more to do with the sweet way Danny had wrapped his hand around your wrist on the table. His fingers were drawing little shapes on the palm of your hand, tickling your skin and ensuring that the goosebumps that erupted across your arm would not fade.

For a moment, the prospect of picking teams made your heart skip a beat. You wondered if Danny and Holland were normally a team, considering the times they'd been to the lakehouse before now they'd been an item, but the anxiety was quickly quelled. Josh called out his dibs on Holland, and Jake groaned, "I thought we were partners for life, what the hell?"

"Your aim sucks after like three drinks," Josh retorted, "I want to win this year."

You clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle the laugh that bubbled up your throat, but Jake still scowled at you playfully as everyone heard it. "I'll be your partner," Sam soothed, clapping his hand on Jake's back before not so subtly remarking, "I will carry this team to victory, don't you worry."

Everyone collectively burst into laughter, and Jake lunged at his little brother who cackled wildly. Sam took off down the stairs to the basement, his attacker hot on his heels, and Josh was cheering as he and Holland followed right behind them. Faintly, you could hear a crash as Jake undoubtedly caught his teasing brother.

Danny's hand was still wrapped around your wrist, and you made no move to pull away. You kept your hand pliable in his own, and turned to him with a grin as you said, "Something tells me that you all take this very seriously."

He laughed at your words, his eyes widening slightly as he teased, "Oh, definitely. It's a bloodbath, honestly." His fingers slipped between your own, his hand wrapping yours up as he stood and pulled you along with him. "I hope you're good because I have a crown to defend and my partner just left me for Jake."

Your eyebrows raised slightly in surprise at his admission that he and Holland hadn't in fact been partners, but you didn't say anything. Things were going good, and you didn't want to sour the mood or stop whatever shift in his attitude had happened by bringing her up. He wasn't looking at her anymore, and you selfishly wanted to keep his attention all to yourself.

"You're looking at a frat party legend," you joked, though you were truthful when you continued, "I've probably hustled about a hundred fraternity brothers out of money. Got banned from playing at one house my senior year of college once they sobered up enough to catch on."

He grinned, his eyes lighting up as he gasped, "No shit, really? Sam's gonna be pissed when we smoke his ass."

A devious thought popped into your head just before the two of you began to descend the stairs, and you were smirking mischievously as you whispered, "Wanna hustle them? I think I still got it."

"A girl after my own heart," he groaned dramatically, his free hand slapping over his heart as he matched your smirk, "let's do it. I can't wait to see their faces." You both worked hard to school your expressions as you made your way into the basement, though it was useless because the moment you looked at each other you both began laughing. None of the others paid you any mind, though, Josh and Holland working to set up a long folding table as Jake was grumpily filling up plastic cups with water.

The two of you let Josh and Holland face off against Sam and Jake first. Sam had brought bottles out from the bar, and each time a ball sunk into a cup the loser had to take a pull--you had to admit it was a little impressive the way none of them seemed phased chugging straight tequila with no chasers. You also could see exactly what Josh had been referring to with Jake, each drink seeming to deplete his hand-eye coordination fractionally. He didn't seem drunk in the slightest, but his throws deviated more and more each time it was his turn.

Regardless, the match was close. Holland was good, though you had a feeling Josh only chose her to irritate his twin, and the two of them were holding their own against Sam who truly was carrying his team. Whoever won was to be your and Danny's opponent, and you really weren't sure who you wanted to face more. You knew that Danny was hoping for Sam, though.

There were only two cups left on the table, one on each end, and it was Josh's throw. You watched closely as he took an obscene amount of time aiming, his tongue caught between his teeth, and one eye squinted causing Sam to grumble about his dramatics before he finally threw it. In a series of movements so fast you could barely keep up, you gasped as the ball spun rapidly around the rim and Sam's hand shot out like a viper to catch it before it could hit the water.

"Fuck!" Josh cursed, and Jake was cheering loudly as his partner proudly held the moist but not dripping ball in his hand, "I demand a flag on the play! Refs, can we get a playback?"

Sam scoffed, flipping his brother off before throwing the ball carelessly. He barely even looked before tossing it, and Josh collapsed to the floor in a spectacular performance as it sank into his last cup. Holland took the pull for him, remaining quiet as Jake all but threw Sam over his shoulder in celebration.

"Victory for the abandoned partners!" he shouted, doing a small lap with Sam yelling for him to put him down, "That's what you get for betraying your own flesh and blood, fucker!"

After quite a bit of arguing, the table was eventually reset and you and Danny took Josh and Holland's places. The two of them drifted over to the bar, mixing drinks for themselves and settling into stools to watch, and Sam was taunting Danny, "Think you can beat me, Danny Boy?"

The two of you threw the match intentionally. You threw recklessly, sloppily, and missed every shot except for one which managed to clip the rim of a cup by pure luck and land in the water before Sam could catch it. Daniel was holding his own, but when it came down to the last two cups he threw just slightly off target and missed. "Shit!" he cursed, pretending to be frustrated, but you could see the way he was struggling to keep from laughing.

Jake was talking shit, hyping up Sam who sunk his shot just as you'd expected. The two of them began to cheer, and Danny shouted, "Rematch!"

"Now, don't be a sore loser--"

Your partner interrupted Sam's taunt, demanding, "A hundred bucks says you can't beat us again." You pretended to look horrified, grasping Danny's arm and looking at him with wide eyes as you shook your head, "or are you scared to lose a little more than just your pride?"

They fell right into the trap. It was like taking candy from a baby, really, how easily Sam fell victim to the jab. "You're on!" he retorted, digging his wallet out of his pocket, "And, just because I know we'll win again, make it two hundred." He slapped two bills on the table, rattling the cups slightly, and you had to bite your cheek to keep from smirking. He was so easy to rile up.

You all worked to set the cups back up, you playing up your anxiety as you frowned to yourself and pretended to glare at Danny who purposefully ignored each of your looks. His jaw was clenched, the planes of his face flexing as he ground his teeth in what looked like anger, but you knew it was to keep from laughing. He squeezed your hand as the two of you waited for Jake and Sam to take their shots, both of them sinking into cups in the back row of your pyramid.

Keeping up the ruse just long enough to keep them from catching on too soon, you missed your first three throws. But, when you and Daniel were left with four cups on your side of the table and they still had almost a full pyramid, you switched up. The first shot you sank you pretended to be surprised, clapping your hands and turning to Danny with an excited grin that he matched with a high-five. The next, you only smiled, and by the time you sank your last shot and officially beat your opponent you could only smirk.

It had been a dirty game. Danny had used distractions to make Jake miss, and you'd snatched Sam's last shot off the rim much like he had Josh's. The two men were gaping in horror, but Danny wrapped you up in his arms and spun you around like the two of you had just won a million dollars. "Rematch! Four hundred says you can't do it again!" Sam shouted, and you shared a devilish smile with your partner.

You took that rematch, and one more before Sam was raging, "You fucking hustled us!"

The words barely registered in your ears, though, because Danny had suddenly caught you up in his arms and crashed his lips to yours. His hands were dangerously low on your back, fingers dipping under the waistband of your pants and just skimming the slope of your ass, and you were boneless. He pressed his body tightly against your own, tightening his grip with his hands and digging his fingers into your skin through the lace of your underwear, and he took advantage of the gasp that you let out.

His tongue licked into your mouth, lips parting against your own as he sucked the air right out of you and left you shivering. He tasted like tequila, much like you probably did, and you could barely feel your body as your hands finally lifted to twist your fingers into his hair. He gasped then, and you gripped his hair harder as you worked your lips against his with a fervor. You weren't sure what was happening, or where it had come from, but the kiss didn't feel like an act.

A ping pong ball hit your cheek, and the two of you pulled away with ragged breathing. As your puls slowly stopped roaring behind your ears, you could hear Josh cheering the two of you on and Sam shouting, "Hey! You don't get to rob me and then celebrate like you aren't cheats!"

"You're just mad he never kissed you like that when you two were robbing us every year before now." Jake teased, and you were thankful for the distraction when they began to wrestle each other again. The two of them ran circles around the room, Sam stumbling just short of Jake's heels, and you watched mystified as they raced up the stairs and Josh and Holland followed shortly after, the former shooting a smirk over his shoulder toward you and Danny.

The silence was thick as it settled over you both in their wake. Your eyes drifted back to Danny's face, his brown eyes already trained on your own. His lips were parted and puffy from the passionate kiss, and you weren't sure what to do. What did it mean? Was it the heat of the moment? Or, was it an intentional show of affection for the cause? Was it intentional for other reasons?

"I--" you stammered, trailing off in uncertainty. Your breathing was still a little heavy, and it hitche slightly when you realized his hands were still on your back, fingertips still wedged beneath the waistband of your jeans. They flexed slightly, digging into your skin as he pulled you a little closer.

His voice was timid, so soft it was barely audible as he murmured, "I don't know why I did that."

You nodded, though your heart was beating a little faster in fear of what would come next. You whispered back, "It's okay."

Those fingertips dug into your skin again, tugging you flush to his chest once more, and his eyes flicked down to your lips. Danny's tongue swiped across his lower lip, and his eyes were dark as he asked, "Would it still be okay if I did it again?"

You didn't answer, at least not with words. Your hands reached out to cradle his jaw, fingers curling around the sides of his neck as your thumbs pressed lightly on the soft skin of his cheeks, and you pulled him back to you eagerly. This time it was different, and a million times better, because you knew in your heart it had nothing at all to do with the people around you or the act you were putting on.

He kissed you slowly, breathing your scent in and humming quietly as you opened your lips to him. One hand finally left your back, sliding up your spine before his fingers were curling through your hair and scratching your scalp lightly. He kept pulling you closer, his grip tightening and loosening over and over as he worked to mold you to him completely.

The longer he moved his lips against yours, gliding his tongue between the parted seam and tasting you, the more you relented to all of the feelings that had been lurking beneath the surface for months. All of your longing, desire, and jealousy poured out of you and into him, and your knees were shaking as he pushed you back toward the table. He helped you to sit on the end of it, the whole structure lurching and scraping audibly over the floor under the force of his push, but you were too absorbed in him to care.

You were a little grateful for the seat because you were pretty sure your knees were seconds away from giving out on you, but then his hands moved and you were grateful for a whole new reason. One large hand wrapped around your knee, hitching your leg up onto his hip as he pressed into you until your back was arching and you were craning your head back to keep his lips on yours as he loomed above you. The other crashed onto the table just behind you, holding his weight as he pressed his entire body into you.

Things were getting very intense very fast, so fast you probably should have stopped it, but you couldn't bring yourself to. The way everything was progressing, Danny's hips rolling against your center slowly as if he were testing the waters, you were pretty sure the two of you were moments away from ripping each other's clothes off right there on the still damp table. When your leg wrapped entirely around his waist, squeezing him closer in time with your own hips bucking up toward him, he let out a ragged breath and dropped his other hand to the table and sent both of you crashing onto it entirely.

A few plastic cups clattered to the floor, and water splashed out of the full ones that remained standing, but still you kept going. He was grinding into you in earnest now, and you could feel him beginning to strain against the fabric of his jeans to match the way you were pretty sure you'd soaked through your own entirely. He finally separated from your lips, biting at your lip roughly before he began to work over your jaw and nip at the sensitive skin of your neck, and there was no holding back the breathless whimper that ripped form your chest.

He groaned as you rocked up into him, your hands gripping his shoulders as you writhed on the table in a desperate attempt for more. "Fuck," he hissed, pressing one last open-mouthed kiss to your neck and licking over the skin hungrily before he was lifting his head to look at you with lust filled eyes and swollen lips, "(Y/N), I--"

"Danny!" Holland's voice rang out from the top of the stairs, cutting him off and causing the both of you to freeze, "Are you guys coming? Sam's starting another fire!"

You listened for the sound of her footsteps descending the stairs, but they never came. They never retreated from the door, either, and you knew that she was waiting for a response but not willing to risk seeing whatever the two of you were doing. You weren't entirely sure what you hoped his answer would be, but you looked to Daniel expectantly. He cleared his throat, blinking a few times as if coming out of a stupor, and all at once you could see that uncertainty and insecurity flood back into him.

"Yeah, we'll be up in a minute!" he called back, pushing himself off of you and backing away slowly. You sat up and pushed your hair out of your face, smoothing it down as you stared at him in confusion. What was happening? "I--Sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to go so far."

He was sorry? From the tone of his voice, full of nerves and discomfort, you couldn't decide if he was only sorry for how far it went or because it had happened ata ll. You tried to hide how disheartened you were as you replied, "It's okay. I started it that time, technically." He definitely could see it, though.

His lips twisted into a pained frown as he acknowledged the way your own turned downward, your entire demeanor deflating in the aftermath of the moment. He didn't speak of it, though, taking a small step backward in contrast with the way he extended his hand to you, "Are you ready to go up?"

"Actually," you muttered, standing and tugging your clothes back into place to avoid looking at him, "I'm pretty tired. I think I'm gonna go to bed."

His hand fell, and he looked stricken as he murmured, "(Y/N), I'm sorry--"

You forced a smile, waving your hand as if to brush his words away as you interrupted, "I'm fine, Danny. Everything's fine, I just want to lay down. Go have fun with your friends, okay?"

He hesitated, stepping up to you again with his hands raised toward your face, but you were quick to skirt around them. It was impossible to ignore how hurt he looked, his brows furrowing and lips pouting slightly as he replied, "I can join you, then. I don't want... I don't want you to be upset. Come on, I'll just tell Sammy we're going to bed."

"Danny," you spoke, looking him in the eye as you forced another smile, "I'm okay. Go be with your friends, I'll still be here when you come back." Somehow, it still hurt when he nodded after a few moments of hesitation and trudged up the stairs alone.

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Ok, I’ve tried and tried and tried to write this fic because I see it so clearly in my mind but it’s just not going no matter what I do. But I don’t want the idea to die with me. The closest this came to being written was exile which was an attempt to bleed out some of the energy of this au.

Anyway, so it starts off vaguely similar to canon only more aggressive. There had been underlying tension between ghosts and humans for a while, the dead jealous/angry at the living for disrespecting them. The successful creation of the Fenton ghost portal (and another halfa) was considered an act of war and so the ghosts responded in kind. So basically all of S1 occurs fairly close to canon except ghost attacks are more violent and have increasingly more consequences as time passes. Also the attacks aren’t just in Amity Park with ghosts becoming a worldwide issue but Amity is a focal point. Regular people know the ghosts hate them though they don’t know why. Phantom is very much a controversial figure as he is a ghost but also clearly is fighting off the more violent ghosts. 

One day, not long after the events of Control Freaks, Amity Park wakes up to find three of their own are gone. Danny Fenton, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley are nowhere to be found. There’s a massive manhunt, the parents go on TV and beg for information but they cannot be found. Curiously enough, town hero Phantom was also missing. There’s some evidence they left of their own volition so the Mansons and Foleys eventually relent that the kids fled on their own. The Fentons are 100% certain the kids were stolen/killed by ghosts as a statement. And the fact that Phantom went missing around the same time means he was the one who killed them. Jazz knows Danny was Phantom but had no idea what was going on and knew her parents wouldn’t listen she just, kept quiet and privately tried to piece together what happened. 

Three years pass and finally it looks like the Ecto War is coming to a close. Young, naive ghosts attempted to raise Pariah Dark in a bid to win. It went disastrously but Phantom (who was periodically spotted around the world, deep in the worst battles of the war) and group of loyal allies subdued the king. By the law of ghosts, Phantom was named heir apparent and he declared that the fighting would stop. Humans and ghosts would have to negotiate and co-exist in peace. But he’s not king yet, no he needs to be crowned at the place where it began, Amity Park’s Fenton portal (”where it all began” has a double meaning of the beginning of the war but also symbolically where Phantom began as Kings assume the crown where their living life ended to show their abandonment of their first life and the commitment to their second). Amity is NOT happy to hear that their former hero is coming home.

Amity has been through the wringer, ghost attacks got pretty bad. The Fenton’s throw themselves into their work to cancel out the grief, they create a group of ghost hunters nicknamed the Reds (for their red blood, ghosts are nicknamed Greens) to control the threat. Valerie heads the young adult division and is considered one of the best, she drops out of school to devote herself to it full time. Oh also her dad is now the Mayor as most have died or didn’t want the job. There are still people who like Phantom and see him as a hero (a lot of Casper Kids) but it’s generally an unpopular opinion in town. Maddie and Jack are ready to obliterate the ghost that took their son’s life the moment he’s within city limits. It’s a powder keg ready to blow. It all comes to a head when Phantom and his entourage arrive.

First off, Phantom looks very different, much less human looking than when he left. He’s clearly aged like a normal teen but his eyes look much, much older.  His skin is dead white with a blue tinge to it from his ice core and his aura is super cold. His hair is longer and is very misty that kind of swirls around him and his has fangs and claws. When he’s deep in battle or his obsession, his sclera turn black and he looks scary af. His entourage is ghosts who have sworn loyalty to him, who he picked up along the way after battling beside them for 3 years. Fright Knight, Skulker and Frostbite are recognizable allies. They are not happy that their future King is back in Amity (secretly fearing they’ll lose him once more to his human life). J&M have a shot and are going for the kill when they see something that shocks them; Sam and Tucker are in Phantom’s entourage.

There had been whispers that Phantom interacted with humans, that humans were in his inner circle but this is something else together. And so are Sam and Tucker. Sam is Phantom’s General, she is talented and collected and half feral. She used to be a pacifist but the trials of war and understanding that peace sometimes needs to be fought for made her compromise. She’s covered in scars and an extremely talented fighter. She’s missing her right hand up to her forearm, she can form a ‘phantom limb’ (basically borrowing ectoplasm from her future ghost) to do some things with some powers. Tucker is the support, he uses human and ghost tech to organize, weaponize and generally keep things running. He’s covered in homemade tech (shields and weapons and computers) and he rarely removes. Both he and Sam have kinda forgotten how to interact with and really BE human after so long among the dead. They had attempted to conceal themselves but they had forgotten how strong parental love and recognition is. J&M want to know about Danny, the teens don’t know how to respond but assure them he’s alive. Phantom can’t bring himself to look at them.

This is where I start to lose track of things but there will be parallels of Valerie/Maddie vs Sam as female warriors on opposite sides who are willing to go behind, possibly compromising the things important to them, for victory. Tucker will be contrasted against Jack/Jazz as the one making weapons but also generally keeping the human parts of the team mentally/physically afloat. *Severe* PTSD for all three of them. They’re also unnaturally codependent on each other, get super anxious when one of the trio is out of sight and sleep in a big cuddle pile. They will fucking Kill You if you look at one of them wrong. Vlad will be involved, he had been jailed for war crimes but convinced Walker to stage a coup to overthrow Danny and take the crown before he’s actually declared King and is too powerful. Vlad is more unhinged here, more ghost than human (a hint on what could happen to Danny if he’s not careful). He is eventually defeated but he sacrifices his life for ghost power which, in the end, is what makes him able to be beaten.

 There’s lots of ideas on what it means to be live or dead and where the divide really is, is it a heartbeat or it is how you choose to use your existence. On how duty shouldn’t mean you need to give up everything. Because Jack and Maddie believe that Phantom killed their son and, in a way, they’re right. Before they left, the ghost war had gotten so bad and the rumors of Dark being resurrected were going around. Amity attacks were at an all time high, people in their school were being killed just because Danny went there. He realized he had to choose between Fenton or Phantom and he chose to protect the world. He abandoned his human identity and went off to fight in war. Tried to convince Sam and Tucker to stay but they followed him through hell and back. Because Danny spends so much time as Phantom, Fenton is severely neglected. His long hair is cool and floaty as Phantom but is unkempt and stringy, hanging in his face as Fenton. He’s wan and underweight and looks like a walking corpse. He knows his human half will give out soon if he doesn’t give it more attention but he just can’t there’s too much to do, too many people to save.

It would end with Danny being outed to the town, not the world, just the town. Jack and Maddie need to recon with the fact that their boy DID leave of his own choice but only because their failure to protect him (from both the portal and ghosts) made him feel he had to take all this responsibility on his shoulders. Danny also has to recognize that he (and Sam/Tuck) can’t do all this on their own and they can trust and rely on the people around him. Phantom is crowned King but he decides Amity will be his base. The trio eat more, sleep some, catches up on school all the while continuing their duties as King and court. The ghosts also see that Phantom’s humanity isn’t a weakness but a strength and will bring peace to the Earth/Zone so they also take some of the burdens off his shoulder. 

Basically I load up heavily with angst at the beginning and end with all the love and comfort imaginable. I just can’t fucking figure out the middle and my motivation will not let me write this shit out. But I can’t let this AU die bc it fucking keeps me up at night.

#behind me dips eternity #god I want to write this but its just not going #Ive been trying for over a month #I cant finish the outline #I've only gotten a paragraph into actually typing #but there are so many vivid images from this fic that live rent free in my head #was lowkey thinking of comissioning an artist to depict Danny bc I've tried and its not coming out right and it drives me INSANE #bc this world is very vivid to me #i love it even if it hurts me #anyway here's wonderwall