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pricklenettle · 4 months
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eight ecto nights: light
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satoshy12 · 7 months
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Sam didn't want to be here, but her parents forced her to come to this gala. At least Jazz joined her. Sam still wasn't a fan of how her parents helped Danny's political work, which led to her going to Gala and similiar! But to go against the Justice League and GIW, they would need to do this and have connections around the world. JL most often ignored them, and the GIW made them most often go crazy in Amity Park.
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But to change something, they would have to do something about the Justice League, which has ignored them for such a long time already. They need new resources, and with the JL saying ghosts don't exist, they don't get them for their destroyed town.
So after Danny joked he could go to politics and just get resources that way, the next thing she knows Vlad and her parents helped Danny with it. This was how Danny became a young Politician with connections to people like Deathstroke. Who joined to lead the PMC of Vlad. And very much money and with magic(ghost) he can just teleport away. It was a easy Deal for Slade to take. + Back to the Gala.
And the son of Bruce Wayne was already pissing her off. So after he pulled her away, she gave him a hard kick that he blocked. And then she left to return to Jazz and go to her parents. She wants to leave, and it seems like her parents have already done the talking. And they too plan to leave; the next meeting is in Metroplis. + Damian had no idea what to say, but this girl's kick broke his arm. It was a flawless kick and beautiful, too. Is this how it has been since Father met Mother? At the start it was just talking with because his family forced him and then Jason asked him for a new sword to talk wit her. Jason wanted to talk alone with the red-haired woman who was with her. Looking at his broken arm it seems like Damian has a crush. + One-sided Vegan Rights +
Sam had to listen to her parents how she won't ever be alone with Damian or similiar again. "They don't need to tell her that!! They rather have go on date with Respawn again.
For once she will listen to them. She herself don't like people who help the JL.
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Amity Park is known to have the best thrift shops in the area simply because Pamela Manson keeps buying her daughter fancy clothes she doesn’t want so people will go to Billy the Thrift Wizard’s Hideaway and find a full rack of, like, Chanel because Sam’s about sustainability.
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this-is-z-art-blog · 6 months
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Introducing a new Danny Phantom Hanukkah event, Eight Ecto Nights!
What: An eight day Danny Phantom prompt calendar celebrating Hanukkah! See here for what's Hanukkah?
When: Thursday December 7- Thursday December 14, the span of Hanukkah*
Where: Use the tag #eight ecto nights 2023, posts will be reblogged to this blog
Rules: • You do not have to be Jewish to participate, all are encouraged! If you're concerned about doing something respectfully, feel free to reach out to me, I'm always available to answer questions. • Headcanons welcome! This event is not restricted to the show's few canonically Jewish characters. However, there is no erasing the Jewishness of those characters ○ ie you can make a headcanon/au where Paulina's family is Jewish, but not one where Sam's isn't ○ The canonically Jewish characters are the Mansons: Sam, her parents Jeremy and Pamela, her grandmother Ida, and her presumably passed great-grandfather Izzy • Angst and crossovers both allowed, but must be tagged properly. If you have questions about tagging guidelines, please reach out ○ If you are not Jewish, I would advise caution when considering telling a story about the experience or effects of antisemitism
You do not have to do all eight, do whichever and however many speak to you! However, if you do complete all eight nights, you will receive a small prize of art or a short ficlet!
The Prompts: 1) Fire - Thursday Dec 7 2) Laughter - Friday Dec 8 3) Fried Foods - Saturday Dec 9 4) Giving - Sunday Dec 10 5) Community - Monday Dec 11 6) Games - Tuesday Dec 12 7) Identity - Wednesday Dec 13 8) Light - Thursday Dec 14
With special thanks to @jus-a-lil-mouse and @glow-and-vamp for helping me put this event together, y'all are the real mvps
*technically it's nightfall of the 7th through nightfall of the 15th, but these are the days we light hanukkias at night, so for simplicity, the 7th-14th is when we're holding this event!
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ghost-pasta · 7 months
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geekgirles · 8 months
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I can sort of picture Jeremy and Pamela only supporting Sam's Goth style if she leans more towards Romantic Goth. Like, "If you're going to look like a vampire, at least look like a rich vampire!"
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dragonsdomain · 26 days
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Bleeding Out in the Backyard
"Mansions are rich and have a lot of security. One day their lead officer shows them a concerning video of Danny Fenton in the back ally behind their home."
A phic phight prompt by DizzlyPuzzled
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Pamela Manson sipped her tea before blinking at the camera again. It had been a while since she'd paid attention to these security cameras, but she's starting to think that may have been a mistake.
"Honey?" she called into the hall. "Jeremy? Can you come over here?"
"Sure, sweetie!" Jeremy swept into the room, then drew to an abrupt stop at the view on the screen. "Is that Sam's scraggly boyfriend bleeding out in the backyard?"
Pamela opened her mouth to argue that he wasn't her boyfriend if she had anything to say about it before slapping her forehead. "Oh dear, I should call an ambulance! I wouldn't want to get sued by his crazy parents."
"Why is he bleeding out in our backyard?" Jeremy muttered.
"Here, call the cops, dear," Pam said, handing her phone to Jeremy before poking her head out to the hall again and shrieking "Sam! Get down here!"
Pam's phone dinged in Jeremy's hand. He glanced down at it. "Sam says 'what?'"
"Ugh!" Pamela grabbed the phone back from him and called Sam. "Get down here, you ungrateful girl! Your wretched friend is bleeding out in the backyard!"
There was a beat of silence. Jeremy was thankfully pulling out his own phone to call 911 with. "Mom..." Sam answered, "Are you trying to April Fool's prank me? 'Cause this is a really bad way to do it. Or-- wait, Tucker? Are you pretending to be my mom?"
"I am your mother!" Pam screeched. "Get down here before I have to come up and get you!"
Jeremy was speaking with an operator on the other side of the phone, describing the situation. Good.
Sam strode into the room presently with eyeliner half-removed. She takes in the screen, and Pam watches some indeterminate firecracker of emotions smack up onto Sam's face and then right back off. "...I forgot we have security cameras."
"Ugh," Pam rolls her eyes, mentally brushing off the fact that she had also forgotten.
"Okay, so... he's probably doing a prank."
Pam's eyelid twitches. "You can't be serious, Sam. Your father has already called an ambulance."
Sam cursed under her breath. "Uh, lemme go check on him, see what's going on. I'll call you from the yard and tell you what's up."
"Make it quick," Pamela said, gritting her teeth.
Sam dashed off again. Pamela propped herself up on the desk next to the cameras. She noticed she was shaking and tried taking some deep breaths to soothe her nerves. That boy was going to regret this if it really was just a prank.
Pam nearly shrieked when her phone rang, before she managed to fumble it up to her ear and answer.
"Hey! Haha, so! Yeah, it was just a prank!" Sam said, and Pam wondered if she was imagining that strained note in her daughter's voice. "It was just fake blood. Y'know. Uh, he didn't know about the cameras. And he was going to call me down to come see. So, ha, sorry about the ambulance, but you can send them away when they get here. 'Cause he's. He's fine."
Pamela's head drooped down on the desk. "Sam. Samantha."
Sam laughed nervously. "W-what?"
"You're grounded."
"Hey!"
Pam hung up. She gave a long, drawn-out sigh.
"What? So is he fine?" Jeremy asked.
"Yes," Pamela said exhaustedly.
Jeremy frowned at the screen. "He's still sticking to the bit."
Pamela glanced up and watched Sam dragging her friend across the grass, leaving behind an ugly trail of awfully convincing fake blood. She hoped it was water soluble.
"That girl is going to stop hanging out with those awful boys if it's the last thing I make her do."
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pricklenettle · 5 months
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eight ecto nights: community
I think Sam and Danny have a real chance to bond over the holidays.
I almost got caught up with the prompt list today, but I have to go to bed or else I won’t sleep at all and then I will be useless. Here is proof of the failed attempt for the Games prompt:
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pika-girl1 · 1 year
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Alright, I need you guys to just—just stay with me.
Y’all know the one dp x dc au where the DC universe is just an alternate dimension of Danny Phantom, right?
Stick with me here—
And how Jason or Tim or whoever is Danny’s alternate self?
Just listen—
What if, just hear me out, Poison Ivy—
Stay with me—
Was Pamela Manson.
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oocdpfics · 1 year
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this-is-z-art-blog · 4 months
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[ID: digital drawing of Sam and her parents standing in front of a table with a lit menorah, shaped like a stylized brown tree dotted with purple flowers and green leaves, purple candles burning low. Sam is wearing a dark purple sweater and a black star of david choker necklace, smiling sentimetally down at the menorah. Her parents, cropped in close so we can only see the edges of their smiling faces, each have an arm around her.]
Sneaking in with just minutes before sundown it is technically still hannukkah
Eight Ecto Nights 2023, Night 8: Light
A huge thank you to everyone who participated in this event, be it for one night or all eight, it has been a treasure and an honor to read your stories and see your creations. I'll see you next year, and happy holidays!
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northerngrail · 2 months
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For the @valentines-core-exchange I got Hazama_d20 on AO3! I couldn't resist drawing some cute fluff for these two! I hope you like it!
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mahimahi713 · 4 months
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I was watching Mamma Mia today and the scene with the song “Slipping through my fingers” made me think of Sam and her mom. Like most of the time, we really don’t see Sam being close to her mom.
But then hearing this song made me think of how Pamela might feel about Sam and her being rebellious. She sees Sam pushing away from her, not wanting to be anything like her, going and spending time with Danny and Tucker.
I do think Pamela loves Sam. She did get her that purple and black dress that Sam was more than happy to wear, even if she wouldn’t admit it (though considering there was a scene in an episode where Sam dyed a pink dress she got her black, it’s possible that Sam also altered this but whatever). Her and Jeremy hired a team of doctors and nurses to look after her when she got sick.
And I just think this song probably sums how she feels. Even if a lot of it is Sam pushing her away because of how she is.
I think she could have a moment where she realizes she needs to do a little better and meet Sam in the middle
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redead-red · 8 months
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Mother Knows Best
Words: 5647 Fandom: Danny Phantom Characters: Pamela Manson, Sam Manson, Pamela Manson's Mother Warnings: Bullying, depiction of childbirth, Holocaust mention
Pamela Manson knows her role: she is Samantha's mother and that means that it is her duty to protect her daughter from harm. Especially as her own mother seemed to have missed that memo.
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Invisobang has finally come! So exciting. So much to read!! This year I did character study into Pamela Manson and it was incredibly cathartic for me. I hope you enjoy it too <3
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Late Night Waiting
Summary: After everyone has been waiting for a couple of nerve-wracking hours, Sam and Tucker finally show up at the police station.
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Danny wishes he could feel better about having a night off from grounding.  But at this point he’s been stuck in the police station for hours and Jazz hasn’t even managed to distract anyone for long enough that he can slip out and figure out what’s going on as Phantom, which would be much more efficient and more likely to solve the actual problem.
Instead, he’s answered the police’s questions about where he saw Sam and Tucker last (at school, like almost every other day since he’s gotten back), and spent the past three hours pacing back and forth in the room they’ve been given to wait in.  Sam’s parents are talking quietly together in one corner, Tucker’s parents are sitting silently in the other, and his family is sitting in the middle, talking about which ghost most likely did this and how best to go after them.
The one time Danny had gone to the bathroom to try and slip away, his dad had insisted on coming with him and waiting outside the door.  Something about waiting to make sure he’s safe while they don’t know what’s going on.
Give this much longer and Danny’s secret identity might slip down the ranks in priorities.
His brain can’t stop coming up with ways he could have prevented this.  Sam and Tucker’s parents called at dinnertime, he should have done some kind of patrol before then.  He should have insisted on spending the night with Sam and Tucker, grounding be damned.  He should have run out to look for Sam and Tucker the second they called, who cared how worried his parents would be when they saw he was missing again too?
It doesn’t matter, because Sam and Tucker could be hurt.  A ghost could have captured them, and he could be contacted any second with some kind of ransom, or threat, or worse.  Fuck, worse.  If Sam and Tucker don’t make it back he’ll never forgive himself—
“Danny,” Jazz says, cutting into his thoughts.  “Come sit down.”
“No thanks I’m good,” Danny says in one breath, spinning around to walk to the other way.
“Danny.”  Jazz reaches out and grabs his hand, then pulls him down onto the chair next to her.  “Stop catastrophizing.  It’s not your fault.”
“But— I could have—”
“Jazz is right, honey,” Mom says, reaching around Jazz to squeeze his hand with a smile.  “There isn’t anything you could have done.”
“As much as I loathe to admit it,” Sam’s mother says with an irritated sigh, before her face surprisingly softens.  “Your mother’s right.  You don’t need to beat yourself up over this, Danny.  You couldn’t have helped by doing anything differently.”
She wouldn’t be saying that if she knew, hisses the voice in Danny’s head.
Jazz catches his gaze and gives him a knowing look.  
Danny shakes the voice away.
He leans heavily against Jazz’s side and pushes his hands over his face, and Jazz wraps her arms around him.  “It’s gonna be okay,” she murmurs.  She lowers her voice further.  “Worst case scenario, you slip away when all the adults fall asleep and I cover for you.”
Danny nods weakly, then sits back and tries to breathe.
Thankfully, it doesn’t come to that.  Because after about four hours of sitting there, when his dad has just fallen asleep across several chairs and Danny is debating trying the bathroom again, the door opens and a police officer pokes appears in the entrance.
“They’re here,” he says, and Danny is rushing for the door before he can get any other words out.
Sam and Tucker are both talking to an officer across the main room of the precinct, and both of them have barely turned and spotted him when Danny reaches them and throws his arms around their shoulders.
“Oh my god holy fuck are you okay,” he says, squeezing them tightly before pulling back and looking them over for injuries.  He doesn’t see anything life threatening or anything that looks too badly injured thank god, but he pats them down anyway, gently but firmly, checking for any strange lumps or obvious breaks.
“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there, I— are you okay are you hurt where does it hurt I don’t know why I’m asking that I can’t actually do anything I’m not a doctor, I— are you okay?  Please tell me you’re okay,” he says, looking desperately back up at their faces.  He finds them both staring at him, at an obvious loss of what to say.
“Young man,” a police officer says before any of them can say anything else.  He reaches out and pulls Danny back, away from Sam and Tucker.  “Please step back.  I understand this is difficult for everyone but we all need to remain calm.”
“Samantha!” comes her mother’s voice, and all of them turn just in time to see her mother rush past the officer to Sam and start doing the exact same injury pat-down that Danny did.
Sam groans in obvious irritation and takes a step back.
“We’re fine,” she says, glaring at her mom.  “Honestly.  We’re not hurt.”
“Oh thank heavens,” her mother says, pulling Sam back in for a hug, and causing another annoyed groan from Sam.
Danny lets out a sigh, looking down in relief.  Now that it’s clear that Sam and Tucker are at least mostly okay, most of the nerves that have been building up around his shoulders relax, and suddenly he just feels exhausted.
He feels a hand on his shoulder, and turns to see Jazz giving him a reassuring smile, which he returns, albeit shakily.
The police finally managed to get everyone to stand back from Sam and Tucker, at least enough that they could continue asking them what happened.
Unfortunately, they’re still close enough to hear everything, meaning Danny’s close enough to hear Sam say, “We got captured by a ghost,” and all of his nerves leap back into his shoulders.
“He didn’t hurt us,” Sam says, waving off the officer’s next question.  “Seemed like he just wanted to scare us.  He actually got distracted pretty easily, and that’s how we managed to slip away.”
Okay, so probably someone harmless like The Box Ghost if they got away that easily.  They probably weren’t in any real danger in a way that Danny was actually 100% necessary to be there for.
…That does not help.
“You’re sure you’re okay?” Danny asks, drawing both of their gazes.  They look wary, probably because everyone here is still more than a little on edge.  “Ghosts are no joke.”
“You got that right,” Dad says from over his shoulder.  “You both are going to have to come back with us tonight to get a full check over from the professionals.”
“No,” Sam says quickly, at the same time her mom says “Absolutely not.”
Probably a smart move, honestly.  His parents tended to look for the wrong things, and a lot of their tests tended to be painful in some way.  Danny can keep an eye on Sam and Tucker for the next couple days, while trying to not let the guilt eat him alive.
“I’m in agreement there,” Tucker’s mom says, stepping forward.  “You two both sound like you’ve had a very long night, you need to go home and get some rest.”
“Absolutely a good idea,” Jazz says, trying to send a knowing look at their parents (of which only time would tell how successful it was).  “Sleep is important after an upsetting experience, especially if it’s past midnight.”
“Jazz has a point, honey,” Mom says, putting a reassuring hand on Dad’s shoulder.  “Just come by in the next couple days, you two.  We’ll make sure nothing’s wrong.”
Danny sighs, dropping his head into his hands.  That’s still not going to be helpful, but that’s probably the best they’re going to get from his parents that night.
“Uh, we’ll see,” Sam says, in a tone that means ‘I doubt it,’ and Danny can’t blame her.  She turns to her parents.  “Can we just go home now?”
“We still have questions,” one of the nearby officers says.
“We already told you everything, and I want to go home and sleep,” Sam says.  “It’s been a very long day.”
The officer sighs.  “Alright, but we might come find you with follow up questions in the next couple of days.”
“Fine,” Sam snaps, and she grabs her mom’s arm and starts tugging her towards the door.  Sam’s dad follows shortly after.
Danny can’t help but laugh a little bit.  Sam being just as annoyed with authority as usual is probably a good sign.
“Yeah, I want to go home too,” Tucker says quietly, and starts for the door without any fanfare.  Before he leaves, however, he stops in front of Danny.  He doesn’t look at him though, instead watching Sam.
Danny turns to watch her too, wondering what Tucker sees.  But as soon as Sam walks out the front door and steps out of sight, Tucker turns and wraps his arms around Danny.
Danny gives a sound of surprise, muffled by Tucker’s cheek smushing against his face.
Tucker pulls back a second later.  “Sorry,” he mumbles, looking down.  “I just… I had to do that.”
Danny just gives him a warm smile in return.  “Hey, if you want to talk about it, you can tell me anything,” he says quietly, with what’s hopefully the right level of a joking tone.
Tucker smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.  It barely reaches his mouth.
Danny doesn’t push, since that’s a bad idea especially now, and a couple seconds later, Tucker turns back to his parents and nods to the door, and all three of them walk out.
“Alright,” Jazz says, drawing Danny and his parents’ attention.  “We should go home too.”
“I agree,” Mom says, as the four of them all start moving towards the door.  “It’s been a very long night, and you both still have school in the morning.”
“What?” Danny asks.  “Don’t we get to stay home?  These are extenuating circumstances and all that!”
“Sam and Tucker are the ones who got captured by ghosts, not you two,” Mom says, raising an eyebrow.  “And you can’t afford to miss any more class, Danny.”
Danny grumbles something incomprehensible under his breath, though he’s thinking about how he didn’t get time off when he was kidnapped.  It doesn’t matter that it’s entirely his fault for using running away as a cover story, the universe is still being unfair.  Especially considering he’s exhausted enough that he feels himself falling asleep on the car ride back.
When he gets home, however, he shakes himself awake, and after telling his parents goodnight, he heads up to his room and transforms.
He opens the window and is about to fly out when the door opens behind him, and he spins around, heart leaping into his throat.
Thankfully, Jazz is the one who stands in the doorway.
“And what exactly makes you think that’s a good idea?” she asks, shutting the door behind her.
Danny lets out a breath of relief and slumps back against the wall.  “Don’t do that, Jazz, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.”
“Danny,” Jazz says, crossing her arms.  “Patrolling isn’t a good idea right now.”
“Why not?  Clearly I should have been patrolling earlier.”
“Well, because you need to sleep for one, and for two, I don’t want you going out there stewing in your own head and making yourself feel even worse.”
Danny looks away, trying to disguise it as a glare.  “Sam and Tucker—”
“Are fine.  They’re not even a little hurt, and got away themselves without any needed help.  You, on the other hand, need rest.  Mom already said you’re still going to school tomorrow.”
Danny forces himself to look back at Jazz.  “I’m not gonna be able to sleep until I know everyone is safe, Jazz.”
“Everyone is safe, Danny.  Your ghost sense would go off or there’d be some kind of news alert if there was something you needed to take care of.  And if the news alert was happening Mom and Dad would wake up the whole house rushing off to help with it.”
Danny looks down.  She has a point.  And he can practically feel himself falling asleep standing here.
“Go to sleep, Danny.  There’s nothing else you can do tonight.  If tomorrow Sam and Tucker are at school you can talk to them and see if there’s ways you can help, and I’ll help you out there too.  But tonight the most helpful thing you can do is get some sleep.”
Danny sighs, and glares more lightheartedly up at Jazz.  “I hate it when you’re right,” he says, prefaced with sticking out his tongue.
“You’re gonna hate most of the things I say, then,” Jazz says with a smug smile.
Danny rolls his eyes and shuts the window.  He turns back into Danny Fenton and moves over to his dresser to pull some pajamas out, then casts a glance back at Jazz.  “Alright, now get out.  Neither of us want you here for this part.”
It’s Jazz’s turn to roll her eyes.  “Yeah, yeah,” she says, turning to leave.  “But hey, I’m really proud of you, you know.”
Danny scoffs despite himself.  “I didn’t even do anything tonight.”
“I’m proud of how much you care, you dork,” Jazz says, crossing her arms with a fond smile.  “It’s obvious how much Sam and Tucker mean to you, that’s all.  And I’m proud of how much you do for them, and everyone.”
“Uh, whatever,” Danny says, looking away and crossing his arms.  “You don’t have to get all sappy about it.”
“You can’t stop me from getting all sappy about it,” Jazz says, sounding smug again, and she leaves and shuts the door before Danny can say anything else.
Danny sighs, but he has a slight smile on his face as he changes into pajamas and climbs into bed.
And it’s honestly annoying the level of right that Jazz is, because he falls asleep almost immediately.
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thesoulspulse · 8 months
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I updated some old concept artwork of Sam where I imagined her with red or blonde hair like her parents because for all we know she dyes it. Then again Sam's grandma had black hair though so wouldn't it be a plot twist if Jeremy's hair is naturally black but he got it bleached blonde? Anyways, just thought it'd be interesting.
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Jeremy With Black Hair:
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