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evilminji · 9 months

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Sooooo.....

Like? We can all agree, that, all other factors aside? Given the life he's lived and the personality he has? The sheer NONSENSE he's been exposed too (from rays to oozes to powders to magics etc) AND the by definition unfinishable nature of his Life's Work/Obsession?

If Batman lived in a world connected to Danny Phantom's Zone in any way... he's DEFINITELY becoming a Realms Ghost.

Like? It's not even a "possibly" here. It's an inevitability. He HAS to protect just one more person. HAS to solve one more case. HAS to protect his kids one last time. He HAS Too, HAS Too, HAS Too.

He's Batman.

It's etched into his soul. The man's ghost will literally REFORM in that outfit. Batman with a glow. Batman the protection spirit. Kindness and grief and an eternity of "I have to save just one more."

He's not going to get to die peacefully or rest quietly. It would go against his nature.

But! Why is this relevant? Because of the Elseworld stories. Those AUs. The Multi-Verse at large. They ALL... Have Batman.

Consider: Ember McClain. Rocker. Remember that name. Yes, in some worlds she makes it big. But? Tragedy and betrayal in others. Death. Do you think the Ember's of those worlds are fine with passing on silently? Shrugging and being forgotten just because some other Ember got there first?

No. They are Ember. SHE is Ember.

Just as Clockwork is Time.

What makes a Realms Ghost different then someone like Deadman? Than a Shade? A poltergeist? Your average spook?

They are only themselves.

Singular.

Small.

A tiny little fraction, of a fraction, of a part, of a small bitty droplet, if even that. You only get one soul. But! You share it. There are many "You"s. Like the universe itself, exploding out, to live, to experience, BE, and then collapsing back together in the end. Running together like rainwater in the cracks of Realitys. Seeping back into one piece, one person, in the place between places.

It's why one forgets silly things like Names and Pasts. You had so, so many. All of them were yours. Made you. Shaped you. But are not why you refuse to let go. Why you still EXSIST. Outside of Creation and Rebirth, beyond any gods you could possibly recognize. Refined to your truest SELF.

Yet... you might still be Alive. You know that you ARE. Time exists for the living. To balance beginnings, middles, and ends. Why do you care? They aren't you yet. They will be. All of you will eventually come together. You'll become something... MORE.

Ancient.

The wisdom and complexity of a complete Being. More a Person then your average soul. Like giant stars compared to a barely burning dwarves. You know, assuming you don't give up first. Most give up. It takes a certain sort of patience, after all. A LOT of timeless time. Kinda sucks.

Yet! We consider The Bat. Persistence and Stubborn Hope made manifest. Compassion born of terrible grief. Dead. Again and again and again. Dead for those who needed him. Who hated him. Who cursed or forgot or lamented him. In every imaginable age, a story played out the same. Ending the same.

Himself instead of another.

Himself FOR the others.

Himself because none other could.

Sacrifice and Sacrifice and Sacrifice. Desperation to save. Worlds burning and cities falling. Waking up, reaching out, to shield sons and daughters that are not there. That live because he does not. Dragging himself through the stubborn walls of world after world, like a haunting final curse, upon those who harmed his family, his city. His world.

A wraith. Gothams final curse upon those who damn her.

What must it be like? To keep saying good bye? To drag your aching soul, fuller and fuller of terrible memories, across the fields of jagged glass that are portals you tear, to world's on fire. Just to save friends and family. Enemies and strangers. All of whom, must in the end... bury you anyway.

Because you must kill the hope in their eyes. Must die before them again. Because you can not stay and they can not come with you. Or worse... they can, and will soon.

Sitting on fields of battle where you tried. Gave all your spirit could muster. But... it's over now. And all you can offer is the knowledge is that they should not be afraid. You will carry them home.

And are there? Nightwings and Robins and all manner of other family, waiting back in the Zone? In a Manor where Pennyworth lives eternal? Do they also hurt and fight to save their friends? Each new piece of them coming with some great tragedy that they must put right?

Do they give Walker and the Observants migraines? Probably.

Imagine, though: Time travel added to the mix. Dying in the future. Your son managing to turn everything back to before the world ended. The Ghost King is suddenly a Baby again. Every one is freaking out. "Oh no! The king!" Blah blah blah.

But you and your family are more concerned about the world ending threat that kills a part of you. So is the baby ghost king, when you tell him. You show up in your own Cave, freak yourself out. Team up time. Though you ARE growing concerned by the Baby Kings self-neglectful behaviors. Hey, Me, are you seeing this?

.......he.... you know, he COULD use more Parental Oversight. He's a good kid. Seems lonely though. Underfed. ("BRUCE, NO." "Hmmm.")

@hdgnj @stealingyourbones @the-witchhunter @cyrwrites

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt

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tanglepelt · 14 hours

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Dpxdc 180

Did Danny abuse the fact the GIW needed his parents tech. Yes of course. Danny not phantom seemed to be the trouble maker as of late. His parent threatened to withhold tech and blue prints from them if the GIW touched their kids.

Did he get caught breaking ember and boxy out of a government facility? yes. He expected the lecture he got.

The next jail break. It was not him. It was sam, Then the third. Also not him. That was Val… then it was Tucker. But not him.

The blame fell on him.

He did not expect to be shipped out of state. The GIW were happy to cover all costs. Even got him into a decent highschool. And had an apartment all arranged.

Gotham?

Not where he was expecting.

The assassination attempts. Also surprising.

Not so surprising. Tucker found out the GIW wanted to “silence” him. Offering a lot of money.

Of course his parents don’t listen. He is 15 perfectly fine to be all alone. Even if he is near some place with the nickname crime alley. Nope. He is just being dramatic. They tell him no one wants him dead.

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halfagone · 6 months

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Is it bad that I don’t necessarily agree with what seems to be a lot of people’s headcanon of Danny not being straight? Obviously people can headcanon whatever they want, but I myself strictly adhere to the rule that if there is no explicit evidence or implications from canon that prove otherwise, that I just assume a character is straight since that’s statistically what is most common?

You had me in the first part but you lost me in the second, unfortunately. You said it yourself, people can headcanon whatever they want. If you prefer him being straight, then that's really up to you! But that last line you just said is a little something called 'heteronormativity' and I'm not going to explain that here.

Moreover, I would definitely say that it can be very tricky to use 'explicit evidence' for reasoning, because it's a very slippery slope.

I'll use some other childrens' cartoons as examples to make my point clear here: In The Legends of Korra, Korra dates only guys for almost the entirety of the show. But in the very last episode, she and Asami become a couple. I know a lot of people say that they just threw that out there, but if you do some research you'll find out that the showrunners fought so hard to get just that scene in the show. If they could, they probably would have added more elements to their relationship and gave them more obvious on-screen chemistry. But they weren't allowed to.

In Voltron: Legendary Defenders, we find out in Season 7 out of 8 that before the Kerberos mission, Shiro had been engaged to a man named Adam. While the two ultimately broke off their engagement because Adam didn't agree with Shiro's decision to go on the mission despite his illness, we do see in the series finale that Shiro gets married to Curtis, who was a member of the Atlas crew.

Probably one of the more famous examples, The Owl House! As we know this is a Disney channel show, but the wonderful creator Dana Terrance made it beautifully, openly queer. And Disney didn't quite like that, so they cancelled the series. After which, the showrunners essentially decided for the final abbreviated season, "Fuck it!" And did whatever they wanted, as far as they were allowed to go.

Dave Filoni has said that he shipped Ahsoka Tano and Barriss Offee and we could have seen a romance from the pair. (And yes, this does make the betrayal that much worse.) I could use Steven Universe as an example, but I think I've made this section of my point clear here.

We only see one side of the show. We get to see the finished product, not all the hard work the showrunners and writers and artists and producers put into getting what queer representation they could. We probably wouldn't have seen any of this from Danny Phantom as a show, because we all know Butch Hartman is homophobic as fuck, but that doesn't mean there was nothing there that we as a fandom couldn't have taken to mean something else.

In the episode, "One of a Kind", there's a scene where Danny and Tucker are seen cuddling comfortably in each other's embrace. Of course friends can do this too. Hell, they can even be in something called a ✨ queerplatonic relationship ✨ but that is still queer. Even still that can easily be argued that Danny is just as attracted to guys as he is to girls. You never see Danny act like that around Paulina or Valerie while they were dating.

In "Fanning the Flames", Sam kisses Dash to break Danny out of his mind control. Except... This episode's summary explicitly states, "Danny and Sam find their platonic relationship turned forcibly romantic through the powers of Ember..." Over the show's seasons, we do get bits and pieces of evidence that Sam had a crush on Danny, but it's not until "Frightmare", episode 9 of the last season, that we get a scene where Danny realizes he might have a crush on Sam. I'm sure there are other bits and pieces of evidence, Jack had a ring for some reason in "Girls' Night Out". But "Frightmare" is where we get the first evidence of a possible relationship from them, which is a huge deal because this show is primarily from Danny's perspective.

But that is, quite literally, two seasons apart. So who is to say that- that first time Sam kissed Dash- Danny wasn't jealous of Dash but he was jealous of Sam. Here's what I'm talking about: in "Frightmare" we see in Danny's dream sequence that he wanted to be friends with the A-Listers and that's probably primarily because he likes the idea of being popular, yet in that episode and "Attack of the Killer Garage Sale" it's always Dash that Danny wants to impress and please. In the latter's episode's case almost if not equally as much as Danny did with Paulina, a girl he freely shows his crush on. And yet this is the same guy that makes Danny's school life hell and whom Danny antagonizes on many occasions. This could easily be a case of 'pulling someone's pigtails' and considering Dash's admiration of Phantom, that's not hard to believe on his side of things either.

In general, Danny's entire secret identity can just as easily be a symbolism for queer identity. All of Danny's Rogues know who Danny is, what he is, where he lives, and where he goes to school. And yet it's his parents he has to hide himself from. If you switched out the word 'ghost' for 'gay' or 'queer' in some of the Fentons' anti-ghost rhetoric, it would have been unabashed hate speech.

The Danny Phantom phandom has a lot of queer folks. We've done polls, I've seen the numbers. You said it yourself, anyone is free to headcanon what they want. But considering the community, I am not surprised that Danny being anything but straight is so commonly headcanoned. And maybe that's still not for you, but it's not as shocking as you might expect it to be.

Danny is only 14 years old at the start of the series. While we don't know the exact timeline of the series, and how long it's been when the shows ends, we can comfortably put Danny at 15 or even 16 years old at most. But there are plenty of people who don't realize they're gay or lesbian or bi or ace until they're much, much older. Yeah, we didn't get to see that in canon for obvious reasons, but who's to say we can't show that instead?

#halfagone replies #danny phantom #character analysis #show analysis #deconstructing headcanons #with yours truly :D

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ghoulishautism · 2 months

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Time for another pointless poll, my favorite! Ghost!Kitty is not relevant to the comic I'm working on at all, but since I have her on the mind:

And in case y'all have no idea what I'm taking about:

[image description: A screenshot from the Danny Phantom wiki (specifically in the '[powers and Abilities]' section that reads as follows: Banishing Kiss: When Kitty joins forces with Ember McLain and Penelope Spectra in "Girls' Night Out," it is revealed that she can blow a kiss that can make any man, human and/or ghost, disappear to an unknown location. If she does not blow another kiss to reverse the effect and bring her victims back within 12 hours, the effect is permanent, and they are gone forever. With the help of Ember and her guitar, the effect of her banishing kiss can be amplified to banish many more men. It possibly has no effect on half-ghost, like Danny. - end description]

#danny phantom #kitty danny phantom #dp rewrite #For new power(s): I thought about giving her some sort of luck based ability #Make her the opposite of Johnny so they can play off of each other better #Any specifics of how that would actually work hasn't been figured out yet

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jus-a-lil-mouse · 4 months

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Growing Pains

an EctoImplosion2023 fic! Check out @this-is-z-art-blog's incredible associated art here!

Valerie is still seething when she leaves campus, anger burning warm in her chest. The fall chill soothes, but it burns nonetheless, and other pedestrians move from her path as she makes her way to the bus stop. It’s half a block away; then she has a ten minute ride back home. Fifteen if the intersection near the Starbucks is backed up.

The bus stop is crowded, and Val has to push past a group of freshmen in order to sit on the cold metal bench. Her knee aches when she stretches it out, but it relaxes once it’s straight, and Val lets out a deep breath. Her breath billows out in clouds in front of her, and she focuses on the pattern instead of lingering on her frustration. Her midterm presentation was good, informative and entertaining and she was going to ace it, frat boys in the third row be damned. They could try to trip her up and talk over her all they wanted. Val could yell, and she did, until finally her professor did something.

She digs her phone out of her pocket, putting one of her old earbuds in her ear. It takes a couple tries to get the plug in at just the right angle, but soon enough music is blocking out the chatter of the people around her. Val grins at the eleven messages waiting for her in the group chat. Sam, Danny, and Jazz had all wished her luck; Tucker had sent her a truly incomprehensible meme that she assumed was a show of support. Elle had sent her a kissing emoji. The remaining messages were Sam and Tucker admonishing Elle for being so risqué.

(At the end of freshman year of high school, Danny had approached her. He said, “Val, I need your help.”

She said, “With what? We took the chem final already,” because she had always been better at chemistry than him.

He shook his head, looking more like forty than fourteen, and said “Val, come on. I know you know what this is about.”

Icy panic gripped her, squeezing the breath from her lungs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Danny,” she pleaded.

“Yes you do,” he said, and he told her about a ghost hunting team and where he wanted the headquarters to be. And he said “You know I’m Phantom,” and she shook her head silently, because of course he was but he couldn’t be, because he was here in front of her. “There was an accident with my parent’s portal,” he explains. “It didn’t hurt much.”

Within a couple months, they were like superheroes. Val and Danny and Elle were on the front lines; Sam and Tucker and Jazz were their women and man in the chair. It was easier when they worked together. Everyone got enough sleep. Nobody got too beat up. Elle was there. It was good.)

The bus comes to an abrupt stop in front of her. Val stands and takes a last deep breath in. She lets the fire leave with it when she breathes out. She settles on the bus between an older woman with a small dog and two gentlemen deep in conversation in a language she doesn’t recognize. The street passes by the window; the coffee shop she goes to on Wednesdays, the Thai place Dani took her last year for her birthday, the diner with the good bacon and real maple syrup.

Val watches them pass, and the embers of her frustration flare. Deep breaths. She’d wanted to go back to them so many times, run her fingers along the menu and order what she got last time anyway, sit in the same spot. Be a regular. Become part of the community, know the servers’ names. Be the person she’d appreciated at the Nasty Burger. Dani always wanted to go somewhere new instead, and Val humored her. She was a regular at her Wednesday morning coffee shop, anyway, since Dani wasn’t with her between her classes.

The bus jerks to halt at the next stop, sighing as the doors open. Val breathes her anger out into the cold drafts. She has a paper to write for sociology, a lab report for chemistry, and ten questions out of her calculus textbook. She needs to study for her biology midterm. Thursday she has therapy and dinner with her Dad. Friday is laundry day and she’ll need more quarters.

She’s one stop from home when it happens. It’s a crow, high up, diving down towards a building. But Valerie is standing, backpack on the ground, heart pounding. Icy panic clutches her heart. She grabs her bag, practically falls out of the bus in her desperation to get off. She takes deep breaths. In, out. She sits on a cold metal bench and watches her breath billow out in front of her.

(At the end of junior year, Vlad had fucked it all up. He always did. Part of her was still glad he hadn’t picked prom night.

They’d managed to stop the world from imploding. Partway through the process, Danny had left, chasing Vlad away from them. Buying them time. Yelling a stupid quip as he flew away. Valerie had to trust him to handle it, because she was in the Fentons’ basement, doing everything she could to get the portal to stabilize. To get Elle back on this side of it.

Danny wasn’t back when the world returned to normal. Elle promised to take care of the last part of the process, as long as they went after Danny, didn’t let Vlad beat him too badly, took care of him. She trusted them to do that, so they better deliver, she yelled, and Val beat Tucker and Sam up the stairs.

She beat them outside. That’s why she saw it happen. A well-placed hit. Hard enough to hurt.

Hard enough to start Danny hurtling out of the sky, human before he hit the ground. She’d caught him before he became a corpse on the concrete, landing awkwardly with his weight. Tucker was beside her when she landed, collapsing onto the road with Danny in his arms. He was screaming. She couldn’t hear him past the ringing in her ears, because Vlad wasn’t the only threat here. Jack and Maddie were standing in the doorway, eyes wide and full of fear. Val faced them. Vlad was doing a fucking villain monologue in the sky, and the Fentons weren’t taking their eyes off of their son. Sam rose from where she had knelt next to Tucker. Her hand was cold in Val’s, but Valerie was glad for it. She could do this on her own, but she didn’t want to. She could take on both Fentons easily; she didn’t want to hurt Danny’s parents.

In the end, she didn’t have to. Maddie reached for her blaster and Val tensed for the attack, but Maddie shot Vlad out of the sky, and nobody reached for him as he fell.)

Valerie stands. She has to get home. It’s been a long day, and she wants to watch Elle make them dinner, see her grin and laugh from the couch. She dreams of it on the walk to her apartment, as a cold drizzle starts up and her coat begins soaking through. She will go inside and it will be warm and dry, and Dani will be at the stove as she so often is this time of day. Music will be blasting, and Dani will be dancing, and Valerie will call to her as she takes off her shoes. Dani will turn the music down but not off, and meet her at the door. It was a near-daily routine, and Val couldn’t wait.

She gets the mail from their mailbox, exchanges pleasantries with Doug from downstairs, and then stands outside the apartment, listening to Dani moving around inside. Val opens the door, greeted first by Dani’s loud music. She closes the door and begins unbundling, setting her hat and scarf down on the table they keep by the door.

She tries to, anyway. The table is gone, and as she looks around, she realizes that the entire living room has been rearranged, including the pictures and paintings they had hanging up on the wall. A container of caulk sits forgotten on the coffee table, which is across the room from where it was this morning, and the couch is facing the wrong direction.

Dani’s head appears from behind the tall wooden bookshelf they’d gotten from the secondhand store nearby. Her eyes brighten when they reach Val. “Great, you’re home!” Val doesn’t respond, trying to focus on getting her shoes off. “I redecorated, hope you don’t mind. Totally lost track of time, sorry about not having dinner ready! Could you help me with some stuff? I gotta move the bookshelf over there, and finish sealing up the old nail holes.”

Valerie takes a deep breath in, then lets it out. She wasn’t prepared for their space to be in disarray, and to have to help clean it all up. She wanted a relaxing evening after a long day. She was tired. “Val?” Dani asks, eyebrows pinched up in concern.

Val takes a deep breath in. She lets it out. “I just- our house is different,” Val says. “I had such a long day and now I have to help with a remodel because you can’t just let things stay! You’re always changing things and our home is never the same for more than a month and we can’t ever go anywhere twice and I’m so sick of it!”

Dani’s eyes are wide, hurt clear on her face. “What are you talking about? You’re always fine with me changing around the furniture.” Dani moves closer to Val, stepping out from behind the bookshelf. “Where is this coming from? You’re always excited to go to new places with me!”

“Well maybe if you paid more attention to me, you’d know. I always just go along with what you want and you never try to do the same for me! I always have to be the one giving things up!”

“You have always said you want to do those things, why are you yelling at me for listening to you! Am I supposed to stop believing you when you tell me things? I’m supposed to read your mind and magically know you’re upset but not upset enough to tell me?”

“I’m not- I can’t- I can’t do this right now,” Val says. “I don’t want to do this.” She hears Dani protesting, but moves towards their bedroom anyway. She doesn’t want to fight; she doesn’t have the energy for it. She’s so tired, and that’s why she isn’t paying enough attention to the new layout of the room. That’s why she trips on the corner of their rug and starts to fall, slamming into the coffee table and landing on her bad knee, the old rug scraping her through her jeans.

Dani is with her in an instant, lifting her up off the floor. Val feels hot tears on her cheeks, and lets herself be held. Dani brings her to their bedroom, setting her gently on their bed. Val reaches for the tissues, and focuses on getting her breathing back under control. Dani returns to their room with the first aid kit in hand, and sits on the bed next to her. Val leans into Dani, and they sit together in silence, both searching for something to say.

Dani starts first. “I’m sorry that I upset you,” she says into Val’s shoulder. “I never want to upset you. I just wish you’d talk to me about what’s upsetting instead of shoving it down. Even at my best I won’t know everything you’re thinking. I want you to feel like you can talk to me.”

“I know I should but… How could you not have noticed that we never do what I want to do? It feels like you don’t pay any attention to how I’m feeling beyond me just saying it. And what is up with you and moving the furniture? I feel like you’re constantly changing our space without talking to me about it.”

“I never realized I don’t tell you first, I always just get the impulse to change it up and refresh the area. It gets boring if it’s the same for too long. It’s the - what does Maddie call it? - the Ghost Obsession or whatever. I love to go new places and do new things. I want adventure and change and excitement! Keep it different, change it up.”

“What, so you’re obsessed with change and I just have to deal with it?”

Dani turns to look at her, brows furrowed. “That’s not what I said at all.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I don’t get it though,” Val replies, stretching her good leg out and crossing it over Danielle’s.

“I’m not obsessed with change,” Dani starts. She speaks slowly and thoughtfully, placing down each word with care. “It’s more like… salmon.”

“Salmon?” Val repeats.

“I’m not obsessed with change any more than a salmon is obsessed with swimming. That’s just what it does. Is a salmon swimming upstream because it wants to? It’s compelled to? Is it just instincts? Does a bird fly south for the winter because it’s run the math on survival or because something deep inside it tells it to go? Obsession isn’t a good word for it. It’s something I need and something I am. It’s hard to explain, but does that make any sense?”

“I guess it makes sense,” Val replies. She sets her next words down gently. Carefully. “It still seems like you’re wanting me to just do what you want all the time. Like, because you can’t control it I just have to deal with it.”

“I get why you feel that way, but that’s not what I meant. I just wanted you to understand where I’m coming from, I guess.”

“Okay. That makes me feel better.” Val pauses, gathering her thoughts. She stands and changes into loose pajama pants, Dani hovering anxiously as she moves on an unsteady leg. She sits back down gingerly, thoughts collected and voice steady. “I’m frustrated because it feels like you aren’t paying enough attention to me to know I’m upset. I know that it’s silly, that I should just tell you I’m upset, but I want you to be able to know without me telling you. So that I know you care enough to notice little things about me.”

“Are you sure that’s all it is?” Dani asks quietly. “I always thought we were good at talking about stuff, so it just feels weird that you don’t want to talk to me about what you’re feeling.”

“It’s just hard,” Val says. She takes a deep breath. “My Mom died and everything changed. And then later, when my Dad lost his job… They all just dropped me, like I was nothing and we weren’t ever friends, like they never even cared. And my Dad did his best but I had to get a job so we had enough to eat. We didn’t know if we’d be able to make rent or if Dad’s car would die and we’d be fucked. I just never knew if we’d be alright day to day and month to month and now I just - I have to know,” Val said, choking on a sob. “I have to know what’s happening when, because if I don’t know then it could all be gone.”

Dani goes quiet for a while, starting to patch up Val’s knee. “That makes a lot of sense,” she says. “I’m sorry I didn’t see it before, Val. I promise I’ll do my best to notice any hesitancy you may have, and pay more attention to how you’re feeling. But I need you to try and be honest with me about how you’re feeling and what you want. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’ll always be here. I just need you to talk to me.”

Val nods. “I can do that. But can we also… make more solid plans? Maybe you could text me before you rearrange the whole apartment. Or maybe we could do it together? Make a weekend of it next time?”

Dani grins. “I would love that,” she replies. “What about the not going places? If you want to go back to places more often, maybe we could alternate? Either we alternate choosing where we go or maybe we could alternate new places and old places?”

“Something like that would be nice,” Val sighs. “I’m hungry now.”

“I bet you are, you had a long day.” Val nods, a little shaken by the realization that this has all been just one very long day. “Val? I love you so much. You know that, right?”

Val grins at her tiredly. “Of course I do. I love you too.”

“Good,” Dani says, standing up and beginning to pack up the first aid kit. “Surgery’s done, your knee’s all set. What do you want for dinner? We could try that new Chinese place up the street.”

“No,” Val says. “I want to get pizza from that place with the really good garlic knots.”

“Absolutely,” Dani says, warmth bleeding from her voice. Val takes a breath, in and out, to ground herself in this moment.

“It was easier when we were kids,” Val says. “We just had ghosts to worry about. We could just punch our problems and they’d go away.”

Dani laughs. “It wasn’t easier at all. I have a shit shoulder and your knee bothers you all the time. We were constantly fighting for our lives. It was good, though.”

Val smiles with her. “It was good.”

Dani rests their foreheads together. “It was us.”

#danny phantom #dp #ectoimplosion2023 #valerie gray #danielle masters #dp fic #vengeful babes #mouse squeaks

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lexosaurus · 1 year

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Amnesia Chapter 2

Decided to continue this for the Dannymay prompt: Fractals

Title: Amnesia WC: 3849 Summary: Phantom didn't remember who he was before. One day, he just woke up here, and this is where he's been ever since.

[ao3] [chapter 1]

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It was called Earth.

That, Phantom—no, Danny learned, was where the Human Realm existed. It was in a doorway between Skulker’s island and Ember’s house. When Danny closed his eyes, he could picture the door, having burned in his memory the feeling of raw energy emitting from the gap between its hinges.

He also learned a lot of other things. Like, that he had parents. Two of them, in fact. One was named Maddie, and one was named Jack. Apparently, Sam and Tucker weren’t allowed to use their spaceship—no, the Spectre Speeder—but they hardly seemed angry about this.

Maddie was gentle when she touched him as if she couldn’t believe he was real. She cupped his face, her fingers gently rubbing his cheeks before tears welled in her eyes. She pulled him in close, and her suit smelled like burnt lime.

His father, Jack, was much different. He was a huge man with a personality to match. He slapped Danny’s shoulder, nearly sending him flying, and barked a loud, “Danno! Atta boy! Knew those ghosts couldn’t keep you down!”

Danny couldn’t help but notice that his hazmat suit was the same style as theirs. But when he showed them, his aura twinkling with excitement as he changed forms, instead of returning his glee, their eyes tightened and their smiles seemed strained.

His sister—he had a sister—told him to give them time. They had been through a lot. They weren’t used to seeing their son this way (what way?). They never expected him to…

Her voice trailed off after that. Phantom tried to peer past her thin face and set jaw, past her teal eyes to figure out what? They never expected their son to what?

But she just looked away, her thin brows tight, before her expression melted into something far more gentle. She patted his shoulder and said, “Glad to have you back, little brother.”

Phantom switched back to Danny and he noticed the tension in the room release. Maybe they just weren’t used to seeing him as a ghost, like he hadn’t been used to seeing humans in the Infinite Realms. Yes, that must have been it!

When he saw his bedroom for the first time, it was hard to not jump with glee. The NASA posters! Model rockets! Star constellations on the ceiling!

He wasn’t sure if he remembered this room—he thought he might have—but even so, he knew it couldn’t be anyone else’s except his. It was perfect. Exactly what he could have dreamed.

“You know what NASA is?” Tucker had asked after Danny pointed out the decor.

“Of course!” Danny responded, walking up to the poster. “This was Apollo 11! It was the first rocket to bring astronauts to the moon. And this one—” he jabbed his finger at the one next to it “—is Explorer 1! It’s a satellite NASA launched that started the space race.”

His friends exchanged a glance.

“Do you know what Doomed is?” Tucker asked after a beat of silence.

Danny tilted his head. He tried to think…

“No, I don’t think so,” he said.

“Ah. Got it.”

Sam showed him all sorts of things on Earth. And Danny was surprised at all the similarities to the Ghost Zone—that’s what Sam and Tucker called the Infinite Realms. The plants were nearly identical, albeit a bit less green and glowy on Earth. Earth had liquids like water. It was clear, and it ran out of taps and faucets. Earth also had its own form of energy. While the Ghost Zone used ectoplasm as energy, Earth had electricity.

Danny vaguely remembered electricity. But, he couldn’t exactly place where.

“The portal,” Tucker answered, taking a bite of his sandwich. Apparently, this was an important food item that Danny needed to learn how to make.

“Portal…” Danny stared down at the mess of mayo on his bread. He hadn’t shaken the bottle enough before he squeezed, apparently.

The mood of the room turned awkward. Danny looked up, confused, to see everyone’s eyes avoiding him.

“What portal?” Danny asked.

“It’s how you were separated from us, son,” Jack answered. He walked around the counter, putting a heavy hand on Danny’s back. “The one in the basement. But don’t worry. We have you back here now.”

Danny closed his eyes, trying to remember. Some ghosts remembered their deaths, he was told. But he didn’t. Just like how he didn’t remember what a sandwich was, or a computer, or how he was supposed to shake the bottle of mayo before squeezing it onto his bread.

He remembered…a flash of green?

Fire in his bones?

His head hurt. He put the knife down on the counter and rubbed his chest with his palm. He had never been in his human form for so long before, and the warmth must have been throwing him off. His core was still there. He could feel the faint chill whispering to his hand. But it was dormant, under the tutelage of his human heart right now.

“It’s okay, Danny,” Jack said. “Take your time.”

He looked around for Maddie, but she was nowhere to be seen. He wasn’t sure why that filled him with a sense of unease.

“Where’s my—um, where’s Mom?” Danny asked. It felt strange to call her that after so long of not having a family.

“In the basement working on something.” There was that strained smile again from Jack. “I’m gonna go check on her, actually. You kids have fun!”

Danny watched him exit the kitchen and cross the barrier to the basement. Just beyond that staircase was the portal back to the Infinite Realms. It was so close now. He wondered how he’d gotten so lost there, unable to find this door home.

Home. The word gave him a nice tingling under his skin.

“Here, let me finish this,” Sam said, pulling his mess of a sandwich over to her. “I don’t normally condone someone eating meat, but I know you like it. Do you want one or two slices of turkey on yours, Danny?”

Danny wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure about a lot of things anymore.

“Put two on,” Jazz said. “He could use it.”

“You’ll probably be able to go to school with us,” Sam said.

Tucker grinned at him. “It’s been lame without you, dude.”

“Lame?” Danny couldn’t imagine a building with other human teenagers as ever being lame. Sam and Tucker seemed great! He was sure the other humans were just as fun.

“Ever since Sam moved up to honors English, I’ve been stuck in the lower level by myself. So rude of you to abandon me there, by the way.”

“Sorry,” Danny said, unsure if he was supposed to be sorry or not. He didn’t even know what honors English was.

“It’s okay, now you’ll be back with me.” Tucker froze, sharp eyes flickering over to Danny for a moment. “I mean, hopefully, you will be. You’ve been missing for a little while…”

“How long?” Danny finally asked the question he’d been burning to say since he got here.

The room was silent. Jazz ducked down, her hair shading her eyes from view.

“How long was I away for?”

“Nine months. Give or take.”

His stomach felt weirdly hollow at that. “Oh.”

He wasn’t sure exactly what answer he was expecting. For some reason, it had felt like years he was drifting around the Infinite Realms, yet it was just a handful of months?

Maybe time worked differently in the Human World than it did in the Ghost Zone.

Sam and Tucker eventually had to leave. They said that humans lived with their own families in their own homes. This made sense to Danny, who remarked that it worked the same for ghosts too.

His parents had seemed surprised at this. They didn’t know that ghosts had families. And they mostly don’t—at least, not in the same way that humans seemed to have them—but communities living on the same islands or behind the same doors were common.

“Islands?” Jack asked. “Ghosts live on those things?”

“Remember, hun? The probe we sent into the Ghost Zone got some photos of a castle on one of the islands.”

Jack snapped his fingers. “Of course!”

They sat down for dinner, and despite Danny initially explaining how he’d eaten a few hours ago, his stomach growled at the smell of the food.

Danny put his hand on his stomach, surprised. “I must need more food on Earth than I do in the Infinite Realms.”

Jack gave his back a hearty slap again. “Don’t worry, Danno! We’ll get your body all regulated in no time!”

Jazz handed him a plate with human food on it. It looked familiar, as most things he’d seen so far had, but when he tried to dig deep into the holes of his brain and pick out what this was, he drew a blank.

But whatever it was, it was delicious. He munched on his slice as Jazz had called it, his mouth letting out a happy hum. The food was warm, a rarity for food in the Infinite Realms, and both sweet and savory.

“What’s this called again?” Danny asked. “We don’t have it in the Infinite Realms.”

There was Maddie’s tight smile again. “It’s pizza, sweetie.”

“Pizza’s awesome!” Danny said with a bright tone that was perhaps exaggerating how grateful he was for the delicious meal because he didn’t understand why Maddie and Jack were giving each other side glances right now and wasn’t he mirroring them correctly? Wasn’t he doing this human thing right?

His parents told him the police would want to talk to him, and he got nervous thinking of all the times Walker wanted to “talk” to him for being a “worldly being.” His parents looked concerned at this and reminded him that things were different here, that ghosts weren’t allowed here.

And so he scrunched his eyebrows as he’d done for the dozenth time that day and frowned into his plate because wasn’t he a ghost too?

That night was cloudy.

“I thought we were supposed to be able to see the stars, Jazz,” Danny said, looking out his bedroom window. His family had brought him up here after dinner to change into what they called pajamas, which Jazz explained were softer clothes they wore to bed.

Danny remembered pajamas. There was a ghost that wore them too.

The one ghost that tried to talk to Phantom, that ironically Phantom couldn’t stand.

Jazz patted his shoulder. “Tomorrow night, maybe.”

“Ugh. I can’t wait till tomorrow! Maybe I can just go fly up there. How high up do the clouds go, do you think?”

“Too high,” Jazz said. “You’ll get hurt if you try. Please, stay here with me. We can watch some TV for a while, okay?”

Jazz looked at him like she was terrified he might disappear, and Danny froze, his eyes flickering between his sister and the sky.

He really wanted to see the stars…

“Please, Danny?” Her voice was small, and she gripped his arm. “Can we just hang out again?”

Danny didn’t know what she meant, he couldn’t remember hanging out with her before, but he still gave her his best smile and a, “Sure!”

He followed her to the living room despite the fact that the trees in the living room blocked his view of the sky and damn he wanted to go outside. But perhaps Jazz could see how he was squirming on the worn sofa because she put on a movie about NASA and suddenly, the outside didn’t seem so important after all.

“Are you tired?” she asked when the movie ended.

Yeah. He was tired, actually. And it felt heavy and weird in his human body.

And so, for the first time since he could remember, Danny Fenton (he was a Fenton now!) slept on a bed.

A real bed.

Like the other humans.

The next day, Danny’s parents brought him outside the house to go to the police station. The first thing he noticed was the smell of the air. Ectoplasmic atmosphere smelled acidic, while this one smelled fresh.

Jazz told him it was from the grass. The green grass.

Apparently, there was no ectoplasm in that grass.

“That’s sort of strange, isn’t it?” Danny asked.

“What’s strange?” Jack asked. “You mean, ghosts?”

Maddie elbowed him, and then Jack’s eyes went wide and he gave a nervous glance down at Danny, whose eyebrows were furrowed again because were ghosts really that strange?

Was he strange?

Was he allowed to be here?

Would the other humans accept him for having a ghost half?

It turned out that the Infinite Realms and Earth had more in common than they had differences in that regard.

The investigator’s mustache twitched as he stared at Danny, who squirmed under his gaze. He fell through a portal—not his parents’ portal, just a portal—and was lost in the Ghost Zone. His parents, not Sam and Tucker, found him and brought him back home. His parents suspected a ghost had meddled with his mind, resulting in amnesia, but no one could say for certain.

And most importantly, he was human. All human. He was so human, in fact, that he was told to not even bring this topic up. Because it would only look suspicious. A real human wouldn’t need to point this out, Danny, so don’t say a word.

How was Danny able to survive in the Ghost Zone?

He got lucky, landing on an island with its own atmosphere. It had oxygen.

Danny glanced outside. The sky was blue here, not like the Infinite Realms where the backdrop of the horizon was black. That was, unless the area was rich with ectoplasm, in which case it was green.

Did Danny interact with any ghosts while in the Ghost Zone?

He tried. They ignored him.

He liked that he didn’t have to lie about this one.

Did he remember anything that happened before?

No.

He didn’t like that he didn’t have to lie about this one.

He wished he could remember. Maybe then he would understand why he wasn’t allowed to tell anyone about his ghost side. How he fell through the portal. Why the only thing he remembered was space.

Space.

The thought made Danny shiver in excitement, and he looked up at the detective, grinning. “I remember a lot of things, actually! Like how Sputnik 1 was the first satellite placed in orbit! Or…about exoplanets! Like, oh! Like Kepler 16b! It’s an exoplanet that orbits two different stars.”

He sat back, pleased with himself for recalling this. The whispers of space, space, space kissed his skin where his aura would have been.

The detective’s eyebrows shot up, and his twitchy mustache fell suddenly still. He ran a hand over his wrinkled forehead before checking his notes again.

Danny frowned. The detective didn’t seem nearly as impressed with this information as Danny thought he would have been.

You don’t remember your parents? Your friends?

No, he did not.

But you remember all these random facts?

Not random facts. They were all about space.

Danny made sure to stress this information. Space was important, he was certain of it. If it weren’t so very important, then why was that the only thing he remembered? Even over his parents? Sam and Tucker? Jazz?

The investigator stood up, apologized, and swiftly left the room.

Danny drew on the table with invisible ink and his finger as a pen. Stars, planets. He traced Capricorn, and then Scorpius. It was nice, the familiarity. He didn’t like the blinding lights overhead—why was this world so bright—and he didn’t understand this world’s obsession with computers and secrets and hiding things. He kept looking out expecting green and instead getting blue sky or white ceilings. He didn’t understand why the investigator didn’t like his answer about space.

Humans were so confusing. Why were they so confusing? He came here to get answers, and now he was only left with more questions.

The door opened again, and the detective was back. He brought Danny out to his parents, who engulfed him immediately with their arms. He went in the car and they said he did a “great job” and said not to worry about the “slip up” because he had been through a lot, he was confused, they would take care of it.

Danny felt his brows furrow as he stared at the passing cars. Slip up?

He didn’t remember turning into his ghost form.

He wondered what they meant by that. But, just like he’d always done in the Infinite Realms, he kept his mouth shut. Stared out the window. Mhm-ed and uhu-ed at their rambling.

That night, he stared up at the stars. He had changed back into his ghost form—his family had gone to sleep already, so there was no need to worry about making them tense again. He cupped his hands, eyeing through his palms like they were a telescope. Through his fingers, he could see the tiny pinpricks of stars spreading like fractals across the night sky.

He dropped his hand—his aura was getting in the way—and the fractals grew bigger, broader. They stretched into the horizon, glowing pinpricks of hot white, red, blue, green. The Milky Way airbrushed the sky, adding contrast to the twinkling background.

His own aura responded in kind, letting its own stars and planets out.

This. This.

This was stunning.

Perfect.

This was everything.

No matter how confusing the day had been, this made up for it. Being here, in the human world, finally able to see the one thing he’d always dreamt of.

And the world was perfect for it. Dark. Like the Infinite Realms, actually. But a bit less green.

He was lost in the view, soaking in every inch of the sky before him. He felt something wet drip on his cheek, and he ignored it, swallowing the lump that threatened his throat.

“Danny?” a voice sounded from behind him.

The lump vanished, and he hurriedly wiped the tears off his cheek. It was bad to be emotional in front of other ghosts, and he assumed it was the same for humans, judging by his innate reflex.

He turned around and nearly dropped through the ceiling. Poking her head out the window was Jazz, dressed in her blue pajamas, wiping her own fatigue out of her eyes.

And then Danny realized, perhaps too late, that he was not Danny, he was Phantom. And he remembered how his family felt uncomfortable around Phantom.

He hardly had to think before the reflex was triggered, transforming him back into Danny. Jazz frowned, but didn’t comment on his appearance otherwise.

Why had she frowned, though? Was she upset that he had been Phantom when she saw him? He just wouldn’t do that anymore. Well, he said he wasn’t going to do that before, and yet he had been Phantom in front of her anyway. Only for a brief moment, but still. He just got to the human world. He didn’t want everyone to drive him off into his own isolation here like in the Infinite Realms.

To now-Danny’s dismay, she hoisted herself over through the window with clumsy motions and began half-walking-half-crawling over to him.

He squirmed. Space was right there and he was suppressing his core. He didn’t like this feeling. He didn’t like having to hold back his ghost form when the object of all his desire was all around him for the first time in—as far as he remembered—ever.

She sat down next to him, and he scootched to the side. Humans were much more contact-heavy than ghosts were. And they were warm. It was so alien to Danny, so confusing.

“Stargazing?” she finally said after too long of a silence.

Danny wasn’t sure whether he was supposed to answer yes or no. All the other humans today seemed to get awkward when he talked about space.

So he shrugged.

The fractals in the stars were sort of like the fractals in humans. Confusing pattern after confusing pattern. Limitless, neverending. Unsaid questions repeating over and over.

“You can talk to me, you know,” Jazz said.

Danny had never had anyone to talk to. No one except the blob ghosts that floated around the ectoplasmic ponds in the Infinite Realms.

He wondered if he could ask Jack and Maddie if he could bring some over here. But then he dispelled that idea immediately because, according to them, ghosts weren’t even allowed on Earth.

So instead, he asked her, “Did I talk to you a lot before?”

She took a moment before she opened her mouth again. “When we were kids, you used to talk to me about everything. Even space.”

That piqued Danny’s interest. “I liked space when I was a kid?”

Jazz laughed, her voice soft like the puttering of rockets. “Oh, you loved space. Mom and Dad used to send you to a space explorer summer camp every year. That’s where you made that model rocket, you know.”

Danny smiled, turning his attention up to the flickering lights. “I wanted to be an astronaut when I grew up.”

He wasn’t sure where that came from.

Judging by Jazz’s little ‘o’ shaped mouth, she was just as surprised that he remembered this as she was.

“I think…I think I’d still like to try to be one now if you guys will let me stay here?”

He held his breath. That question just spilled out, and now his chest was tight, and anxiety was creeping up his spine.

Danny was Danny, but he was also Phantom. And Phantom wasn’t welcome on Earth, according to everything he’d learned over the past two days. Just like how Danny wasn’t welcome in the Infinite Realms.

But he really wanted to be welcome somewhere.

“Oh, Danny.” Jazz looked heartbroken, and guilt clawed at Danny’s stomach.

Because here it was going to come. She was going to tell him that he wasn’t welcome here. He was a ghost, and ghosts shouldn’t be here. They should stay in the Ghost Zone with the other ghosts.

Because that’s what everyone always said.

But instead, what spilled out of her was different.

“Danny, of course you should stay. You’re family. It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember us, or if you’re different now. I don’t care. You’re my brother, okay?”

She held out her arms, and despite the strange feeling that contact still gave him, he closed the gap between them, wrapping his arms around her.

“Thanks, Jazz.”

She squeezed him gently, still treating him like something that would disappear at a moment’s notice.

“Please don’t run off. I mean it,” she whispered.

“Okay,” he said.

And he meant it. Despite the stress and confusion of the day, this was the first time that Danny could remember where anyone wanted him. Liked him. Wanted to be around him and hug him and talk to him.

Now that he’d had a taste for it, he never wanted to let it go.

Home.

Maybe…maybe he was finally there.

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Running on Spite and Fumes by Amber McLain

Written for the Phic Phight Prompt: Wes decides to investigate one of Danny's rogues (from @bookhoard)

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[Warnings from past character death (Ember) and fire]

Wes was just about ready to throw in the towel. No matter how many times he said it, no matter how much evidence he provided, no one was ever going to believe that Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom were one and the same. He'd been trying to show people for almost two years now with nothing at all to show for it. Maybe the time had finally come to give up the ghost and direct his efforts toward something else.

He sat behind and to the left of Danny in physics class. That half-ghost bastard was chugging ectoplasm out of a clear water bottle without a care in the world and nobody but Wes thought there was anything suspicious about that. Not long ago, Wes would have practically thrown a fit over it. Shouted, and pointed, and demanded, "Are none of you seeing this!?" but he didn't today.

Even when Danny turned around to make direct eye-contact with Wes, specifically to antagonize him, he didn't take the bait. "You know what, Fenton?" he said. "You win."

Danny blinked in surprise and put down his water bottle. "What?"

"I said, you win," Wes repeated. "Fuck you, obviously, but I give up. I'm not wasting any more of my time. My reputation has taken enough of a hit already. I'm moving on to newer, better things."

Danny scoffed and leaned on his hand, shooting Wes a mildly amused and thoroughly unconvinced look. "Like what?"

"Like, you know," Wes hadn't really thought about it yet, but he'd be damned if he was about to admit it to Danny. "Ghosts that are actually cool!" he spat. "Like Ember! Phantom is old news. I'm gonna figure out who she is, or—was."

"Right, sure you are," Danny rolled his eyes and turned to face the front of the classroom again, grumbling, "Good luck with that," under his breath.

Wes scowled. He'd just made that up on the spot because he hadn't wanted to admit to Danny, of all people, that he didn't actually have a plan, but now he really was gonna do it. How hard could it be to figure out who a ghost was before they died, anyway?

As it turned out, the answer to that question was 'really fucking hard.' Wes had basically nothing to go on except her song. He ran his personal recording—yes he had a copy of it. Mind control aside, it was a good song!—through every music identification app and program he could find and came up with zip. Either she'd written that song after she died, or she was one of those ghosts that formed in the Ghost Zone and only seemed like a normal ghost, or she was such an obscure indie artist when she was alive that no one... remembered her.... Oh.

That would explain her obsession. Ghosts often became obsessed in death with things they wanted or fantasized about when they were alive, but never got. Finally, Wes had a thread to pull on. He went online, surfing indie music forums, the more obscure the better. He posted the same message in tons of different places.

Does anyone recognize this artist? Her name is Ember McLain, but I can't can't find anything about her anywhere! <remember_ember.mp3>

Usually it was buried right away. No one recognized the song, or no one cared. Several times he got made fun of for having to ask who an artist was, even though no one else on the forums knew her either. It was a few days before he got an actual worthwhile response, but he did get one, which broke the case wide open.

Could you mean *Amber* McLain? The music sounds similar to hers, but I guess she's pronouncing her name weird to make the rhyme work.

She's from my hometown, and I saw her perform a couple small gigs at local clubs and stuff, but don't expect her to drop any new singles any time soon. She died like eight years ago.

Bingo. That was definitely something Wes could work with.

It might be. What town? Do you happen to have any more of her music?

The response came several minutes later.

Milton, Washington. And it took me a while to find the songs, but yeah. She only had the one album, 5 songs on it, and she wasn't bad, so I bought it at one of her shows. <running_on_spite_and_fumes.mp3> <homegrown_arson.mp3> <the_curse_of_adolescence.mp3> <feather_heavy.mp3> <daddy_never_loved_you.mp3>

Wes started downloading the files before he responded.

How'd she die?

This time the answer came right away.

Mid-show, the venue caught fire.

One of the amps blew and everything went up in flames. The back door was blocked, I guess, and she was trapped on stage, never made it out. Like six or seven people died in that fire, it was a big deal for a while.

Burned to death in a concert venue, huh? Wes considered Ember, her flaming hair, the way she was dressed, the spectral guitar she could summon and dismiss at will. That would totally make sense.

Once the music downloaded, he listened to the first song. The lyrics weren't nearly as self-absorbed as "Remember Ember", but the sound was the same. It was distinctly her music, her voice, her playing guitar. It was her sound, from before she'd died. Wes could hear her inhaling at the end of a lyric, could hear her voice catch the way a ghost's voice couldn't.

This is her! Thanks so much for helping me find her! Sucks to hear she died, but at least I could hear a little more of her music.

This had been the breakthrough Wes needed.

Yeah, no problem man! Thanks for reminding me about her. The new song is a bop!

Grinning triumphantly, he printed out that forum exchange for his evidence folder. He knew who she was now. All he had to do was find some more evidence of her life. It wouldn't be all that easy to do when all of that evidence was in a small town in Washington state she'd never made it out of, but Wes was never one to shy away from a challenge.

Ember would probably be happy to hear that she did have at least one fan when she was alive. Not to mention, Wes would make an absolute killing burning CDs with all of Ember's songs from before she died and selling them at school. He finished downloading the files and burned one CD for his folder right away.

The next order of business would be scouring newspapers for articles about her. No matter how obscure the musician was, dying in the middle of a performance when the venue burned down was all but guaranteed to make the news, at least regionally. It took weeks to find even a single article, but eventually he tracked one down.

Six die in tragic bar fire in Milton.

The article contained details about the fire, the bar, the cause, and the victims, including photos of them. One of them, the performing musician, Amber McLain was the spitting image of Ember, stage makeup and all, even the guitar she was pictured with was exactly the same as Ember's.

He'd found her.

He'd really, truly found her.

Wes printed out the article. After a little more digging on the bar that had burned down, he also found a scan of a promotional poster for Ember's show that night, and he printed that out too. He slipped those, along with the CD he'd burned, and the printed out forum exchange, into a folder to bring to school.

"Guess what, Fenton, you asshole? I fucking did it!" Wes hollered when Danny walked into physics class.

"Did what?" Danny asked with a scoff. "If this is about proving I'm Phantom, I thought you said you gave that up."

"We both know you're Phantom, and I did give up proving it, but this isn't about that." Wes slapped the folder down on top of Danny's desk and dug his portable CD player out of his backpack. "Read it and weep, fucker. Not only did I figure out who Ember was before she died, I also got my hands on all five tracks of the only album she released while she was still alive." He put the CD into the player and turned it on.

The opening riff of "Running on Spite and Fumes" started playing from the portable player's single, shitty speaker, but the moment she started to sing, Ember's voice, or rather, Amber's voice was unmistakable.

"Holy shit, you actually did it," Danny said under his breath, looking down at the contents of the folder, his expression a mix of awe and horror.

"Is that a new Ember song?" asked Star from the front row.

"Actually, it's an old Ember song," Wes responded smugly. "I tracked down her real identity and got my hands on everything she released before she died. I'm gonna burn more copies later and sell 'em around school."

"Wes, can I talk to you?" Danny said. Snapping the folder closed, he grabbed the basketball player by the shirt and dragged him out of the classroom by force. "You can't do this."

"What? What do you mean?" Wes demanded, shoving Danny's hands off him.

"If Ember finds out you learned who she was in life and exposed her, she'll kill you," he said, waving the folder emphatically in front of him. "Bringing up a ghost's life or death is one of the biggest taboos in ghost culture. She won't just haunt you, she'll straight up murder you. Until you die."

"Oh, please." Wes crossed his arms. In all the time he'd spent trying to expose Danny as Phantom, Wes had studied up on ghosts and ghost culture quite intensely. He hardly considered himself an expert, but quite frankly, his knowledge was on par with some of the leaders in the field of ectology. "Her popularity will skyrocket once her old songs start circulating. Personal obsession trumps cultural taboo every time, we both know that."

"Not during the Truce," Danny refuted.

"Well, yes, obviously the Truce is an exception; it's the Truce," Wes said. "And I'm not so insensitive that I'm gonna tell everyone in school how she died, I just wanted to rub it in specifically your face that I figured it out, seeing as how you doubted me a few weeks ago." Danny narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Wes.

"You'd better not tell everyone," he said, but he took a step back. "And if you do, you don't get to implicate me in any of this, got it? I won't have her after me again now that we're not at each other's throats anymore." He shoved the folder to Wes' chest.

"Yeah, whatever." With that the two of them went back into the classroom, where pretty much everyone was listening intently to the tinny music still playing. Wes discreetly slipped his evidence folder into his backpack before anyone else could ask about it, and wrote down the names of people who came by his desk to tell him they wanted to buy a CD once he had them.

The next day, Wes started selling copies of the CD for ten bucks a pop. Within a week, he had enough money to buy himself a brand new camera to replace the one Danny had destroyed a few months back. He turned out to be right about Ember being cool with him selling her old songs, though she demanded he give her a copy. She was even a little nostalgic listening to them, and she almost cried when Wes told her he'd gotten them from an old fan of hers.

It got Wes thinking about what other ghosts might feel if he reminded them of their past. The next on his list, he decided, was the Box Ghost. Why him? Frankly, Wes just wanted to know what that guy's deal was.

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maxattax · 4 months

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Look Away - Chapter 3

Class had only started five minutes ago and Wes was already eager for it to be over. Mr. Lancer’s droning voice threatened to put him to sleep. Wes glanced over at Danny, who must have felt the same way, considering his head was on his desk and he was drooling on his notebook. Wes idly wondered whether Lancer would wake him up or just ignore him.

But before the teacher could intervene, Danny jolted awake with a gasp. Wes swore he saw Danny’s breath, as if the temperature in the room had dropped to freezing. “Mr. Lancer, can I go to the bathroom?” Danny asked.

Lancer sighed, having been interrupted mid-sentence. “Fine, but–” Danny was out the door before he had a chance to finish. Lancer let out another long sigh. “As I was saying, the themes of the Great Gatsby include…”

What was that strange mist that came from Danny’s mouth? Why did he wake up so suddenly? Wes suspected it had to do with his ghost powers, but he was missing some of the pieces of the puzzle. He raised his hand. “Can I–”

“No, Mr. Weston. You can wait until Mr. Fenton returns.”

Wes huffed and stared at his notebook. This was so unfair. He started doodling in his book, paying no attention to the lecture. After a couple minutes, a commotion in the hallway caught his attention. As soon as he decided he had to get out of class to find out what was happening, a ghost flew through the wall and crashed into Lancer’s desk.

The intruder looked more robot than ghost, but there was no mistaking the way he had phased through the wall. He picked himself up, climbing out of the pile of splintered wood. He was soon followed into the classroom by Phantom, who floated in with his hands on his hips.

“Hey ‘Ghost Zone’s greatest hunter,’ can we do this another time? I don’t really have the time to kick your butt right now, but I’ll be free around four?” Phantom mimed looking at a watch.

“You little whelp, I…” A jingle played from a PDA on the hunter’s arm.

“You still have our schedule?” Phantom laughed incredulously.

“No,” the larger ghost replied. “I got rid of that a while ago. I… uh… Ember’s calling me.” He sighed, if a giant robot was capable of that. “Fine. I’ll be back at four.” He jumped up and phased through the ceiling.

Phantom surveyed the room. Mr. Lancer looked annoyed at his class being interrupted. Several students had their phones out and were recording the “fight”. Wes had his viewfinder out, and took a picture of Phantom looking around the classroom. He knew he’d be the only person in class to get a clear picture of the ghost.

Phantom addressed Mr. Lancer. “Sorry about your desk. Uh, the school can replace that, right?”

Lancer chuckled. “Yes, they have a budget to replace the things you break.” Phantom rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a class to teach.”

“Right! Of course.” He waved at the class and flew through the door to the hallway. As Wes expected, Fenton came back while Lancer was picking up the spilled paperwork by his broken desk. He slinked into the room, sat down, and immediately started whispering to Sam and Tucker.

So, this hunter ghost would be back at four o’clock. If Wes called home and said he had a club to attend after school, he could watch the fight, maybe get some good pictures. Yes, it was a perfect opportunity. A smile broke out on Wes’s face. This time, he’d be prepared.

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Wes checked his watch. 4:05 PM. He inched closer to Mr. Lancer’s classroom door from where he’d been waiting in the hallway. He heard indistinct voices coming from inside. It had to be Phantom and that big metal ghost!

Phantom yelled, “Can you just leave me alone while I’m at school?! My grades are bad enough as it is!” He was loud enough to be heard from the hallway, his unearthly echo muffled by the door.

The other ghost replied with something Wes couldn’t make out. Suddenly, the floor shook, and the large ghost yelled out in pain. A crash sounded, followed by the sounds of ectoplasmic energy blasts. He guessed that Phantom hadn’t intended this to be a fight, considering how he usually tried to avoid wrecking the school. Unsuccessfully, most of the time, but he clearly tried.

As carefully as possible, Wes opened the door. His tense muscles relaxed when he noticed they weren’t looking his way. Phantom had knocked the robot on the ground, and was holding his head. Gross. Phantom plucked a small, wriggling green ghost out of the robot’s head. Ohhh, so it was a mech suit. The ghost boy dropped the squirming blob into his thermos and capped it.

He turned around and looked Wes in the eye. “I heard you come in. Why are you here?” he asked, eyes narrowed.

“I…” Wes was at a loss for words. What could he say that would be believable? He decided to bury a lie in the truth. “I’m sorry. I knew you’d be here and I thought it would be cool to get a picture with you for the school newspaper…” He held up the viewfinder, a sheepish look on his face.

Phantom’s mouth curled into a scowl. He yanked the viewfinder out of Wes’s grasp. “If you are telling the truth,” he growled, “you put yourself in danger for a stupid picture.” He flew forward and grabbed Wes by the collar, pushing him up against the wall. “And if you’re not… You’ve been following me around. I see you at my fights with your damn camera.” He shoved Wes harder against the wall. A spike of pain shot through Wes’s shoulder where it dug into the brick. “Stop. Fucking. Following me. Do you understand?”

“I’m sorry, I just–”

“Do you understand?!” Phantom repeated. His eyes flashed a brilliant, startling green.

Wes’s heart leapt into his throat. “Yes! Yes, I understand.”

“Good. And any innocent humans you’ve caught up in this, like that Fenton kid, you better leave them alone too.” Phantom bared his teeth in an unhinged grin that filled Wes with terror. “You do not want me as your enemy.”

Phantom dropped Wes, who crumpled to the ground. He flew out of the classroom, leaving Wes alone to process what just happened.

Wes’s limbs were shaking so badly he could barely stand. God, Phantom was terrifying. He had never seen the ghost boy, the savior of Amity Park, threaten a human like that. If he valued his life, which he definitely did, he should lay low for a while. He’d just go over the pictures in his – his viewfinder! Phantom took it! Oh no. He’s going to see all the pictures of Phantom’s fights, of Fenton at school, everything! This was bad. This was really, really bad.

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I keep seeing Danny phantom (yes Danny phantom o love this show ok?) things where the ghosts can half’s can make all these noises that humans definitely CANNOT and I love this

But hear me out

What noises they make depend on their voice and how old they are

Like Danny can make chirps and trills like a baby bird while older ghosts like Desiree and Poindexter can make all sorts of noises ranging from high pitched trills to deep whale-like clicks. And Skulker would sound different from say Johnny or Ember cuz their voices are different. Skulker would make low clicks and rumbles while Ember would have loud calls and wails

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 1 year

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Au where Danny somehow managed to wipe any proof of his existence from the face of the planet, including the memories people had of him. He tells himself this was fine. Better than fine actually.

This just means that his loved ones were less likely to get hurt in the crossfire. Also Vlad is now clueless as to why he's in Amity in the first place and as Mayor no less. He resigns within a week to go back to Wisconsin after three days of nonstop blathering from Jack.

Danny basically starts living in a lake in the woods, its not like he needs to breath and he finds the water calming. Also the fish are friendly. Plus there's a cave nearby if he needed to stay in human form for whatever reason.

He had water and shelter, down now he just needed access to food unless he wanted to eat his new fish friends.

This is when Danny learned he could use the weird magical girl ring to shape-shift into other people.

So he got into the habit of transforming into one of the residents of a house and raiding the pantries.

This turned out to be a pretty open secret amongst the people of Amity Park. They knew it was Phantom, primarily because he's a terrible liar but also because people have cell phones and communicate.

This is never really an issue since no one tells the Fentons or the Feds. At least, it wasn't an issue until the Justice League came sniffing around. The people of Amity have only become more untrusting of the government as years passed and became equally as protective over thier local ghostboy. So everytime they came around no one but the Fentons would say anything to them other than, "Leave." Or "You're not wanted here." Before walking away.

It was a day like any other for Phantom. Some teens had rented out a house in town, likely to experience the most haunted town in America. Whatever. Teens always bring the best snacks.

So he transformed into the cute redheaded guy right after they left and walked past the living room towards the kitchen like he's done a dozen times before.

"Uh, Wally?" Dannys head whipped around to see the black haired teen sitting on the couch, his blue eyes wide with shock and worry. The one with a Superman t-shirt on. "Are you ok? Your heartbeat is really slow."

Danny could only think of one word to sum up this situation. Fuuuuuckk

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Au where all the ghosts hide thier real names on instinct, not only because knowing a ghosts name gives you power over them but because you could use thier name to potentially find thier grave through magic or Google.

Once you find thier bones there's no shortage of what you could do.

Due to the nature of Embers obsession she isn't able to hide her name and during a fight she reveals to Phantom she lives in a constant state of anxiety fearing someone might find her body and use it against her

Phantom knocks on her door a week later with not only her body but her entire casket floating behind him. She's oddly touched. This is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for her. Word, of course, spreads of this and other spirits ask him to do the same for them and are willing to make deals

Another week later Batman is investigating all the robbed graves and trying to figure out wtf is going on

Edit: Yes the removal of the caskets cause the graves to sink in and thats how Batman is alerted to the issue. I had left this as an implication but felt the need to clarify due to people talking about it in the notes.

Edit 2: You could also have a grave keeper see Phantom stealing caskets and alert authorities. Whats more this is likely happening in more than just Gotham. You could also have another ghost/ a magic user see this super powerful spirit robbing graves and being like, "Well that seems ominous. I should tell someone about that."

Please forgive me for adding more, I have no control over myself

3,286 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

Au where Danny ends up in Gotham and gets saved by the birds while in human form. He starts pseudo haunting them before returning to Amity Park.

He frequently pops back in to Gotham to invisibility give gifts to the batfam.

Dick gets circus themed things that seem to move around the manor when no one is looking.

Stephanie and Tim both get comics, manga and movies from different dimensions and its only once they start looking up fandoms/ going on Twitter do they realize that these manga/movies apparently don't exist.

The same thing happens with Jason and books. The weird part is that after he finishes reading one of the books for the nth time, (the ones that he and Duke swears glow) and finally retires it to the shelf they disappear. This only happens with the glowey books though. He gets to keep the others

Damian keeps getting new swords, which everyone but him has a problem with.

Duke keeps getting things that activate his powers and he can't really make heads or tails from most of it.

Cass gets lots of soft things like stuffed animals that are nice for hugs and other sensory reasons and dance stuff. Her favorite so far is a gigantic bat in a tutu.

Barbara and Tim (he gets double i guess) both get tech stuff that they've never seen before and make a hobby of reverse engineering the new product of the week.

Alfred gets all sorts of gag gifts like an apron that says "I'm the real boss here" and a mug that has a fancy mustache on the bottom that matches his real one

Bruce gets almost exclusively much bat themed gifts.

No one is sure where the stuff is coming from (and in Jason's case where its going) but they all assume its someone else in the family doing it because its themed around both thier hero and thier personal interests. It finally comes to a head when the batfam are all out together when they come home to find a beautiful and ornate sword laying on the kitchen table for Damian and they all simultaneously realize no one had been home to put it there.

Alfred gets the shotgun while everyone else enters detectives mode.

Danny himself doesn't even realize the extent in which he's been messing with them and doesn't really think past the, "I hope they like their gifts" thing.

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Au where Danny gets deaged by a magical artifact in the GZ and gets lost in a different dimension with Cujo. While exploring Gotham as Phantom he decides to play up the little kid routine and use his puppy friend to do it.

At this point Danny had finally trained the pup and he actually listened to him. Needless to say there's a certain flock of bats and birds who keep pestering him at night. All he's trying to do is explore the city and play with his dog. Is that so bad?

Danny doesnt usually bother hiding from them. Not much point considering he shines like a spotlight in Gothams gloom anytime he's in his phantom form. Plus Cujo is glowy and green, so that doesn't help matters.

Danny usually runs them on a wild goose chase in the name of "Tag" before disappearing. He stole Batmans cape by phasing it off of him and he now uses it as a blanket at night (its surprisingly warm), he stole another one at Red Hoods request and gave it to him, he's set up play dates between Cujo and Harleys hyenas, he's pied Joker in the face, he's pet Penguins pet penguins right in front of him, he's been trapped in an elevator with Brucie Wayne for two hours, he's had a tea party with Catwomans cats and may have broken into her apartment to do it, he's kidnapped Red Robin and made him go to the park and play on the swings with him, he's gotten into actual fights with Robin and last but not least, he came up with the Puppy Paw of Approval.

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Nightwing stared at the kid they had been chasing every other night for the last three months now, confused. "Whats the Puppy Paw of Approval?"

The kid moved the puppy, Cujo (which Jason finds hilarious) up in front of his face, holding him there by his armpits.

The dog was making the "no thoughts head empty" face with his tongue sticking out just a smidge. Dick was tempted to coo. "The Puppy Paw of Approval is an award! Arf!" The kid said in a higher pitched pretend voice.

"Its awarded to people we really really like! Arf!"

Nightwing gasped dramatically, playing along with the boy, "You really like me that much?"

"Of course!" The boy floated over to Dick and places one of the dogs paws on the man's chest. "Da da da daaa!" The kid sang, "You now have the Puppy Paw of Approval!"

The vigilante sniffled, "I will always cherish this! Thank you!"

The kid giggled and Cujo barked at him. The little green rottweiler panted up at him with a giants smile and his little nub tail wagging a mile and minute.

God, Nightwing couldn't wait for his newest little brother to join the family.

Dick was dismayed to learn he was actually the second person to get the PPA. The first being Tim, the third being Harley and the forth being Catwoman. Ivy was apparently salty about not getting one but the kid was scared of her for some reason.

Danny makes friends with lots of people throughout the city. Scarecrow learns of the bats recruitment attempts on this boy and decides to use the fear toxin on him. This has the unexpected outcome of making the child cry.

And then the whole city was out for his head.

3,508 notes - Posted August 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Theres a new mom and pop coffee shop in Gotham that's doing pretty well. The place has a casual playful vibe but it only ever has one employee, which has lead to it having a bit of a urban myth status.

He's there through all the opening hours and no one ever sees him come or go, only the lights switching off and the teen disappearing.

It probably doesn't help that the shop has a ghost themed name.

His name tag reads, "Nightingale" and he always has a polite smile, but the few who dare to act out in his shop notice his eyes flash a particular shade of green and are suddenly overcome with the feeling that they're being stared down by a large apex predator and a sickening sense of dread.

Needless to say people behave in his shop.

Whats more is that his store shows up on county records just fine, but if you try to look into anything your computer glitches out and you can't find anything. Obviously "Nightingale" can't be the owner, he looks only 15. Some say he's a vampire, others say he's a zombie like Red Hood.

Tim doesn't care what he is because the first time he entered at night as Red Robin the guy immediately started making a coffee were he could see, made it exactly how he liked it and gave it to him before he even had the chance to order. Then he refused his money, saying it was on the house.

None of the people waiting in line argued or were upset and Tim was unsure if that was because he was a well known Gotham vigilante or it Nightingales reputation protected him.

Either way the coffee was delicious.

Tim didn't know how to feel when he found out his family was investigating the "possible runaway" who worked at the coffee shop.

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A Fresh Start (Quite the Introduction)

Danny Phantom x The Magnus Archives

Potentially a one-shot series. Or not. Idk yet! For now it's one standalone chapter :)

Word Count: 3,518

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Summary:

Danny wasn’t exactly in the best position in his afterlife. Functionally immortal, and the biggest fish in such a small pond. There was no challenge to life. Just an endless repeat of motions. So when Clockwork offered him an out, he took it. It was a simple offer. Clockwork would open him a portal to a new universe, where he could try again at another life. A different life. This world was different from his own, down to the very fabric of existence. It was amazing how quickly he got dragged into the supernatural right after universe-hopping. He must be a magnet for this kind of stuff.

Story Start!

Danny… wasn’t really sure where he was. He knew how got there, of course. Clockwork wasn’t exactly subtle.

With his friends and family gone and buried years ago, Clockwork was one of the few who Danny maintained a relationship with. Along with Frostbite, and of course Pandora. Even a few of his old childhood rivals had weaseled their way into his inner circle. But time passed, and ghosts faded.

The loss of Ember had hit the hardest and was still the freshest in his mind. She had achieved her dream of stardom. She got all she had ever wanted. And she had nothing more to keep her ‘alive’ for lack of a better word. With a smile on her face, she followed Skulker into whatever came after the afterlife.

It seemed like everyone on the planet had mourned her. There had been candlelight vigils, and her name was said more after she faded than it had ever been while she was… present. It’s what she would have wanted, more than likely.

Even Vlad had faded. When Maddie died, Vlad’s obsession died too. He was sent into a spiral, one that his ghost half never quite recovered from. He could have kept living, but every moment was a tortuous pain. His core had never been that stable to begin with, and it was tearing his human half apart just as quickly as it healed. Vlad lived longer than a human ever should, but he eventually succumbed.

Dani was still kicking, but she and Danny hadn’t talked in decades. She never aged, always looking around 12 years old. It made it hard to live for hundreds of years when people thought you a child. She traveled the world still, wanting to see everything before it changed with the tides of time. She’d crawled every inch of the globe again and again.

Before, in the beginning, she would weasel her way into various families adopting her, but after the 12th big brother died, she took a break. And never went back to it. Some of the families even knew of her condition and took her in anyways. But they had drifted apart. They just didn’t mesh very well. He was still far too human for her.

Amity Park didn’t exist even anymore.

So the culmination of all this is to say, Danny wasn’t exactly in the best position. Functionally immortal, and the biggest fish in such a small pond. There was no challenge to life. Just an endless repeat of motions.

So when Clockwork offered him an out, he took it.

It was a simple offer. Clockwork would open him a portal to a new universe, where he could try again at another life. A different life. This world was different from his own, down to the very fabric of existence.

“You won’t be quite the same,” Clockwork had explained.

“And neither will I. It is true that I exist there- I must exist everywhere, in order for a where to exist. But that… self, is quite different from this one. My powers as they exist here are an entirely different form, as here the rules are different. My being had to mold itself to these rules for my self to exist.” There, Clockwork had paused to see if Danny understood.

“Each universe has a Clockwork, but they’re all different?” He’d replied.

“Yes,” They’d nodded.

“The one you’ll interact with is quite different from myself. Very… large. Even with your existence it would take billions of years before you could grow to truly witness it.”

“That sounds… eldritch.” Danny wondered aloud. Clockwork nodded in affirmation.

“A good way to put it.”

“As my charge, you will be under the jurisdiction of my counterpart. That way I can still see you. Your own powers will surely change, and mold to fit the rules of the world you enter. It is… quite a lot.” Clockwork’s tail flicked anxiously.

“The humans there refer to it’s being as ‘The Eye.’ I’m sure you see the irony to the Observants.” Clockwork frowned, most likely remembering the pushy eyeballs.

“But it is only one of many beings that are quite similar.” Now there had been a mischievous glint in Clockwork’s eyes.

“Any more than that, you’ll have to discover yourself.”

With that, they’d risen from their chair. Clockwork assured him that, should he manage to die in that universe, Clockwork would pull him back before it could happen. And when Danny was truly done, Clockwork would do the same yet again. No matter what, Danny would still have a tie to his homeworld. For that, he was grateful.

Within minutes (why delay when you have eternity?) Danny had stepped through a portal into the unknown. He shivered with excitement.

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So, here he was. Wherever ‘here’ was.

Danny was glad Clockwork had warned him about his powers because as soon as he stepped through the portal all sensation from his core had abruptly cut off. He highly doubted it existed here. The way Clockwork had put it, this universe sounded very different from his own.

…Except for the landmarks, it would seem, because Danny was staring right at the London Eye. Ironic, given what Clockwork had told him.

It was probably the old spirit’s idea of a joke. It did get a chuckle out of Danny.

There would, of course, be time for sightseeing later. Much later, because Danny’s stomach was growling in a way it hadn’t for millennia.

He shuffled through his pockets and found some bills. Hardly pocket ‘change’ as there was at least a thousand dollars there. Danny had inherited Vlad’s belongings, and money wasn’t really an object for him anymore. At least, back home. Here, he only had 2,000 dollars to his name. In a country that didn’t accept dollars.

Luckily he was in a tourist area. It didn’t take much asking, before he was pointed in the direction of a place where he could exchange currency. Luckily they accepted it. Which turned out to be around 1,600 pounds. He had no clue how much that meant, really.

Why had Clockwork put him in the UK, of all places? Why not the US? Not like Danny would legally exist in either place, but at least there his money would’ve worked.

Danny didn’t have time to debate Clockwork’s thought process as he had an upset stomach to deal with.

Food. A restaurant, or maybe a convenience store? Something cheap.

Danny wandered for a bit, getting even more lost than he had been before. The tourist attractions and sight-seers gave way to tight housing and apartment complexes. The places by the tourist areas were all way overpriced, or at least in Danny’s opinion. He’d asked the man at the place where he’d exchanged his currency, and he gave Danny a small pamphlet with some example conversion rates. The date on the pamphlet told him it was 2016.

Danny stopped briefly in front of a shop window to examine his appearance. Danny had stopped aging in his early twenties, but he looked even younger than that. Maybe, 19? His hair wasn’t as long as it had been. It was just barely pulled back into a ponytail. Wisps of black hair streaked with white framed his face. One of his eyes was the usual blue, but the other was a bright green. The only thing it didn’t have was the glow. He looked to be a combination of his human and ghost halves. That made him glad, that he still had all of himself. Even if he didn’t maintain his different forms. But that made sense.

Finally, Danny stumbled into a small store he vaguely recognized the logo of (a lot of things can change in thousands of years, okay?). He rummaged through what was on the shelves and grabbed whatever was most appetizing, and cheap. A lot of junk food. But oh well. He could worry about his feature health after he filled his stomach.

Danny wandered up to the register with a basket full of stuff. He counted the amounts and pulled change from his pockets. He counted the strange currency under his breath. When was the last time he had even used physical money? Which is to say he was quite distracted, and jumped seven feet high (figuratively) when suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder.

“Shi-” Danny cut himself off. The money from his hand scattered across the ground and he stumbled to pick it all up.

The intruding stranger bent down to help.

“I’m terribly sorry,” The man apologized. He handed Danny some coins, which is when he finally got a good look at the man.

He was short, squirrelly. His black hair was slicked back, and streaked with white. Much like Danny’s, ironically enough. He had a small, pencil-thin mustache. He looked almost like a cartoony villain. Then Danny kicked himself for thinking that because it was wrong to immediately label someone like that. He’d gotten too used to his thematic rogue gallery.

“I simply wanted to introduce myself. Elias Bouchard, at your service.” The man- Elias- held out his hand. Danny stuffed his money back in his pocket and returned the gesture. Elias shook his hand and then pulled him to his feet.

“I dunno why you’d want to talk to me,” Danny replied. He effortlessly put on a generic British accent, so as not to stand out as a foreigner. Language was one of Danny’s big interests. It had never failed to keep him entertained, which was a rarity. He spoke hundreds of languages, even some that had died out millennia ago in his own world. And ones that probably didn’t even exist here yet. Hm. He wasn’t sure if Ghost Speak would work here, or if it would only die out on his tongue. Something to test.

It was Danny’s turn in line, and he walked up to the cash register. He hoped Elias would take his turned back as a sign he didn’t want to talk. But sadly, Elias did not get the hint. Or he simply ignored it.

Danny offered the cashier his money, but suddenly there was an arm in what looked to be a very expensive coat stuck out in front of him. Elias grinned at Danny as he offered the cashier his card. She looked at Danny as though to ask what was going on. Danny just shrugged, and with an eye roll she accepted the card.

If this dude wanted to take time out of Danny’s day, why not let him pay for it.

“You just seem like quite the interesting person…” The pause was asking for Danny’s name. He hesitated to reply. This felt rather like a dealing with the fae. Like as soon as Danny offered his name, he’d regret it. But of course, the fae weren’t real. He was just being paranoid.

“Danny.” He replied curtly. He accepted his bags from the cashier and made for the door. Elias trailed after him. Outside of the store, Danny simply chose a direction and walked. Elias didn’t even look twice.

This was becoming bothersome.

“Danny… Is it short for something?”

“Nope.” Danny popped the ‘p’. Elias made a sound of interest.

“I don’t suppose I could ask for your second name?”

“Nope.”

“Well, Danny. I don’t suppose you are looking for work, are you?” What? Danny leveled Elias with a Look.

”You lingered for quite a while over the prices in the store.” Elias explained casually. He stuck his hands in his pockets. It did nothing to offset his formal attire.

“What would you say if I was?” Danny asked suspiciously.

“I have a… vacancy, you could call it. Well no- not technically, but we could make one. If you’d like the position.”

“What kind of ‘position’ is it?”

“An assistant, of sorts. Basically librarian work. Sorting, organizing. A bit of research. Rather easy.” Elias waved a hand in the air, as though to wave off Danny’s concerns. Huh.

Danny was rather lacking, but he wasn’t sure this offer was trustworthy. Elias himself didn’t seem trustworthy, for all of his candy-coated exterior. Danny could just feel that something was wrong. But he was desperate, honestly. He wasn’t looking forward to where he was going to be sleeping tonight. Meaning, he didn’t know where. Maybe he could get this Elias to take him in for a night.

If push came to shove, Danny could still defend himself. Even without any powers.

“Your assistant?” Danny dug further. If he was even going to consider, he needed details.

“Ah, no. You’d be assisting the Archivist. Head Archivist, I mean. Jonathan Sims.”

“He works under me. I pop in from time to time, but mostly he and his team are on their own.” Elias explained.

“What’s this place called, again?”

“Why, The Magnus Institute of course. Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of us?” There was a glint in Elias’ eyes as his gaze met Danny’s. Danny felt like he was being… investigated? There was something more to Elias’ gaze than simple curiosity. But Danny kept his face neutral, and didn’t let Elias get anything more than what he was willing to offer. Which, right now, was an intrigued but wary teenager.

Danny was considering the offer seriously. Elias wasn’t even asking about any credentials, which of course he didn’t have. The biggest holdup was the man himself. But if what he was saying was true…

“If you’re in a hurry, we could even sign the paperwork tonight if you’d like. Even paid in cash, if that matters to you.” Elias offered. This had bad deal written all over it. But Danny was curious. It’d been a while since he’d been curious. Genuinely. What was this guy’s deal?

“Where is this place?”

“We’re already here.” There was a predatory glint to Elias’ smile.

Sure enough, they were. Elias must’ve guided them there. Danny hadn’t even paid attention to where they were going. He didn’t realize Elias had taken the lead. Hm.

It seemed to be a rather unassuming building. Obviously old, but nothing on the outside directly revealed what it was. Aside from a small, metal placard next to the front doors.

‘The Magnus Institute Est. 1818’ it read. So, that was legit.

“Ah…” Danny began.

“What is it, exactly, that made you so interested in me? We just met.”

“I saw you. Simple as that.” There was something beneath that smile. Ghosts didn’t tend to layer themselves like this, they were a lot more straightforward. Danny wasn’t sure who was more intrigued by the other, him or Elias.

“Let’s not dilly-dally, I’ll show you around and we can get things sorted.” Elias stepped up to the front doors and Danny followed dutifully behind. This was either gonna be really fun, or… Danny wasn’t sure quite what, yet. And that sent a thrill up his spine.

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“Would you like to meet who would be your coworkers first, or get the paperwork sorted?” Elias questioned. They’d already toured the Library and a place called “Artifact Storage.”

Immediately Danny had been enamored by the rooms full of creepy -haunted?- objects, all carefully categorized. Elias hadn’t said exactly the nature of how the items were cursed, but he’d told Danny about a few things. Small items, mostly of inconsequence. He suspected that Elias was trying not to scare him off. Which, fair. But also Danny couldn’t help but want to know more.

Particularly about how Elias had steered him away from the bulletproof case of books.

The Library had been a bit of a let-down, but the Artifacts had drawn Danny in. He wanted to stick around, to see some of the effects for himself even. It was amazing how quickly he got dragged into the supernatural right after universe-hopping. He must be a magnet for this kind of stuff.

Danny didn’t want to get cold feet and back out of this.

“How about we head to your office?” He decided. Elias nodded and off they went, through hallways that Elias seemed to have memorized even better than the back of his hand. He was truly in his element.

Danny managed to keep up with the brisk pace, and soon enough they were walking through a door that said ‘Elias Bouchard, Head of The Magnus Institute,’ The title made it seem like Elias was way too high on the ladder to be picking up ‘employees’ on the street. But, oh well.

It was his funeral. Danny had already been to his own once before and it hadn’t been as enjoyable as one might expect.

Inside the room Elias immediately went to sit behind the desk. Danny took a rather uncomfortable-looking chair that sat in front of it.

Elias started to root around in the desk drawers and pulled out what he wanted with a flourish. It was a thick packet of paper, presumably the employment contract.

“Your title will be Archival Assistant, rate is 15 quid an hour. Though it may very well go higher depending on your performance. Typical week is Monday through Friday, nine to five. You can find more details about sick leave and vacation on the front page.” Elias spouted off details rapid-fire. Numbers flew past Danny’s hand but he managed to grasp it for the most part. If he remembered correctly, 15 quid was around 18 dollars an hour. That wasn’t too shabby, especially just starting out. When he had no qualifications. Why was Elias giving him a chance, again?

“You’ll have to head over to the financial department every two weeks to receive your pay, until we can get your bank account sorted.” At that, Elias gave Danny a pointed look as though to say, ‘I know more than you.’ Which in any other situation Danny would know wasn’t true. But in this world, it very much was.

Elias spun around the packet and produced a pen for Danny to sign with. He pointed dramatically at a dotted line.

“Just here.” He said with a smile that did not meet his eyes. Danny was getting some bad vibes from this.

He pulled the packet out from under Elias’ finger and began to leaf through it. Elias buzzed unhappily but didn’t say anything. Danny wasn’t so stupid as to sign something without knowing the contents. He leaned back lazily in his chair but didn’t venture quite so far as to put his feet on the desk. That was a bit too cocky, even for him.

But Danny very quickly got bored of all the legal jargon that whooshed over his head. Law had never been Danny’s strong suit. He tried his best to seem like he was comprehending the words, if only because it looked like it was making Elias sweat.

One page in particular stood out to Danny. Unlike the rest, he could comprehend it. And oh boy. Oh this was so shady. Danny loved it.

The page detailed how, were the head of the institute to die at the hands of an employee of the archives, those employed there would be terminated. The language was very… loose. Danny could tell what it meant though. It stood out on the page as though plain as day.

It sounded like a dead man switch. Why would an employee want to kill Elias? Why had he built that into the paperwork? Certainly something like this wasn’t simply part of this world. It was out of left field in contrast to how Elias had spoken this far. Danny could only wonder what the method would be. How could Elias ensure that those in the Archives would die if he did?

Then again, this man was absolutely entrenched in the supernatural of this world. He was at the center of a paranormal hub. Danny already knew that eldritch beings existed. Mysterious causes of death weren’t exactly outside of the range of possibility, But also, Danny couldn’t die here. So it was a moot point. It left him to wonder, though. And that was a dangerous thing.

On the same page was a paragraph saying that the head of the Institute could not be held accountable for any damage to one’s person or belongings due to supernatural causes. Which wouldn’t be all that strange, were it not on the same page.

“What are you playing at here, Elias?” Danny used the man’s first name on purpose. He looked startled for just a moment but schooled his expression very quickly.

Elias stood from his chair and planted his hands on the desk so that he was lording over Danny. He plastered a very smug smirk on his face.

“You can sign it or leave. It’s up to you.”

“But I doubt you want that, do you, hmm?” That sounded very much like a thinly-veiled threat. Huh.

Danny schooled his expression into a grin much the same as he signed on the dotted line, ‘Danny Fantom’. A fitting mix of his names, for his mixed-up appearance.

Elias’ smirk spread into a toothy smile. He held out a hand, which Danny took in kind.

“Welcome to the team.”

#danny phantom #dp #tma #the magnus archives #crossover #elias bouchard #i love to hate this man #clockwork dp #nonbinary!clockwork #dp x tma

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I don't know if your taking requests but i have a idea maybe red son x ember mclain (from Danny phantom) reader

Ooo ok so this came in right after I closed requests BUT I saved it since it was a good idea!!! Enjoy!

Redson x Fem?Ember Mclain!Reader Romantic Headcanons!

(ember for reference. They didn't have to pop off with her design but they DID anyways)

YES FIRE HAIR DUO

Red would think you were really cool! They wouldn't admit it at first tho

They love that you two can do each other's hair without worrying about getting burned!

(they take an odd amount of advantage of this fact)

If you play music(like Ember does in the show) then he'd like to listen to you play

Might join in to try and show off, ngl

You two are the perfect level of playfully feisty with each other :3

I think maybe it'd be a situation of "oh would you BE QUIET" "Make me, Red Boy >:]"

Races? Races! You and Red take some of their vehicles out and race like no one else exists...

....which usually ends in many accidents for literally everyone else

Unless you two are friends with Mei and MK, who would definitely join you!

Overall, 10/10

Man I miss Danny Phantom

#lego monkie kid #lmk headcanon #lmk #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid headcanons #lmk red son #redson x reader #redson x fem reader #redson #red boy #lmk red boy #romantic headcanons

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Here's the last addition to the Helluva Boss OC redesigns, Artemis! I figured she needed a major makeover, cuz I thought her design was a little bland, so I decided on making them a ghost kangaroo sinner! I personally think they look so much better in their new look, and TBH, Artemis' new look is probably one of my favorites ^w^ And yes, I know they kinda look like Ember from Danny Phantom, I made that realization after I finished them XD BTW, her boobs aren't that massive, she has a similar chest to Angel Dust, where their chest is mainly made up of fluff that's pushed up by her shirt, and her breasts are relatively smaller, it's mostly just a bunch of floof. I hope you guys like how they turned out, cuz I'm very proud of the outcome of her design X3

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Name: Artemis

Nicknames: Arty (by Brimstone, Krystal and Blitzø), Freak (by her bullies), Sweetheart (by Brimstone), Goddess (by Brimstone), Honey (by Brimstone), My love (by Brimstone), Ghostly Beauty (by Brimstone), Big girl (by Blitzø), Powdered Sugar (by Millie)

Gender: Demigirl (She/They)

Age: 24 years old

Species: Ghost Kangaroo Sinner

Sexuality: Abrosexual

Sin: Assaulting her tormentors

Date of Death: 2004

Cause of Death: Suicide

Current Residence: Pentagram City, Pride Ring, Hell

Personality: Protective, Caring, Friendly, Positive, Hopeful, Short-tempered, Pragmatic, Sassy, Creative

Likes: Baking, Sweets, Cuddling, Her Boyfriend, Goth clothing, The occult, Hanging out with their friends, Her bakery being a success, Brimstone helping her, Protecting their friends, Athletics

Dislikes: Being insulted, Homophobia, Brimstone's family, Brimstone being hurt, Spicy foods, Rude criticism, Discrimination, Being called a "freak", Messing up recipes

Friends: Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, Loona, Krystal, Aradia, Ethelwulf "Eth", Fawn

Enemies: Crimson Knolastname, Striker, Crimson's mafia, employees of D.H.O.R.K.S.

Others: Ars Goetia family (acquainted), various customers (acquainted)

Romantic Interests: Brimstone (boyfriend)

Status: Active

Occupation: Baker, Biker gang leader (formerly)

Abilities and Skillset: Demonic Transformation, Ghostly Fire Manipulation, Athleticism, Size Manipulation, Enhanced Agility, Levitation, Invisibility, Possession

Voice Headcanon: Indya Moore (Shep from Steven Universe Future)

Theme Song: Final Girl (CHVRCHES) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

#my art #helluva boss #helluva boss fanart #helluva boss oc #vivziepop #ghost #kangaroo #original character

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spectacled-renegade-writes · 7 months

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An Early Start - Chapter 23 - Danny Phantom

Ao3: Here | Masterpost: Here

Ao3 Description: The accident that turns Danny half-ghost happens when he is four years old and leaves him trapped in the Ghost Zone. Clockwork finds him and takes him in to raise. But what happens when Clockwork sends Danny back to the human-world ten years later when a permanent portal appears?

Chapter 23:

Yet unbeknownst to Danny, but well known by Clockwork as he watched his dear ward’s life from the screen in his tower, Danny’s reputation echoed loudly across the Ghost Zone. Story after whispered story of his feats, his triumphs, his failures, his kindness. Every and all, and more, passed like a game of telephone from one ghost to another, both from those that loathed him and those that liked him, but also of those that feared him.

Once known as simply a young and weak ghost under the protection of Clockwork, Danny has since proven, more than once and again in the future, his own capabilities and independence. To most, save for a few particularly powerful or arrogant ghosts, they saw him no longer as Clockwork’s ward but instead as Danny Phantom, the strong and capable protector of Amity Park.

But, to an even lesser few, the protector of both humans and ghosts, a tightrope not even the only other halfa in existence could balance. To that even lesser few, they saw a kindhearted child who fought only out of necessity, one who would much prefer to use words and compromise rather than fists and attacks. Ghosts like Ember McLain, Johnny 13, Kitty, Sidney Poindexter and Wulf to name a few. They saw a child, wise beyond his years, striving for peace and balance, trying desperately to do the right thing at every turn, and make the world, both worlds, happy for everyone.

Clockwork knew this of Danny from the very beginning, long before ancestors of ancestors of Danny were conceived. He knew this from the moment time began. There were many, infinite in fact, timelines of things that happened to Danny and the choices he made. But, one thing has always been clear; he’s always been kindhearted from the start. Yes, there are potential timelines, potential even now, of worlds where Danny stops being so kindhearted for one reason or another, but to start? To strive in good intentions at every single potential beginning? There have been and will be very few with such a set in stone, solidified path of good natured will in every conceivable timeline.

Sometimes such whispers of the ghost boy will die down, and ghosts will move on to other topics, other news and gossip to spread from one ear to the next, but then Danny will do something, another spectacular thing, that leaves him the subject of thought amongst the many once more. Like now, as Clockwork watches from his tower, deep in the Ghost Zone, found only by a few, of three ghosts, all of which have been missing from the Infinite Realms for quite some time. They regale their tale and whisper the story of the ghost child, half human if one could believe such a thing, that saved them from years of mind control, and an eternity serving under a corrupt ringmaster. They talked of the human friends he had, how his love for those humans helped him break free of the crystal ball, how he made sure each of the ghosts were okay before they parted ways, and apologized for hurting them while he too was under the ringmaster’s spell.

The whispers of the young phantom started up once again. Two cents and speculations of why he helped the ghosts for a change. Some, the ones that loathed, and some that feared, saw it as no more than self-preservation. Others, the ones that liked, and some that fell in the middle, saw it as perfectly in character. They saw it as a boy who craved peace, striving to do just that, from both sides of the tightrope.

Every whisper, every word, spoken or thought, or even existing only in a parallel timeline, every one of them Clockwork knew.

He smiled and watched his ward with pride.

Danny lay on the roof of the school staring at the clouds during lunchtime. Sam was absent from school today and Tucker was currently making up a test, so Danny had a rare moment alone during such a time during the day. He closed his eyes and inhaled, breathing in the damp air that begged for rain.

The first time Danny experienced rain in the human world, despite it falling from the sky, he did not know it came from the clouds. Instead, he thought that the air was slowly turning into a state of liquid that was starting from above, working its way down. So, Danny wondered why the other humans weren’t panicking. Danny would be okay, he did not need to breathe in his ghost form, but the other humans did not have such a luxury. Instead, they pulled out contraptions that Danny has never seen before, or perhaps did not remember from his life as a child, and watched as they expanded it into a small tent of sorts, to keep the water off of them. Danny would soon learn that these contraptions were called umbrellas, and that the air was not slowly turning into liquid. He did not feel foolish when he learned this truth, but instead felt relief.

The first raindrop of the day splashed onto his forehead and he turned intangible.

The next downpour, after learning the true nature of rain, Danny laid on the roof of his human home, much the same way he is right now, and turned intangible, much the same way he is right now.

Watching the rain fall on and around him was a fascinating thing. It felt like a billion tiny meteors showering from the sky, promising a clear sky afterwards. Danny always liked stargazing after heavy rain, the stars were always brightest then.

Danny’s ghost sense went off and a presence lay beside him. “Hi, Sidney.” Danny said.

“Hi, Danny.” Sidney Poindexter replied.

The two friends lay side by side in silence as they watched the rain. Danny couldn’t help but think that it’s been a long time since just the two of them hung out. It was a nice change of pace.

“Where are your friends?” Sidney asked quietly, so as to not disturb the quiet atmosphere between them.

Danny took a moment to reply. “Sam is at home today and Tucker is making up a test.”

“Is she sick?”

Danny shook his head. “She had an appointment today and her parents let her stay home because it's at an odd time.”

Sidney hummed.

“How is the Ghost Zone?” Danny asked.

Sidney finally turned his head to look at Danny but Danny remained staring at the sky, so Sidney turned back to the sky too. “It doesn’t change much. Physically it’s the same since you left.”

“Physically?”

“There are whispers,” Sidney elaborated. “Of you.” When Danny didn’t react to this Sidney continued. “Everyone’s talking about what you did for those three ghosts from that circus. There’s a lot of debate.”

Danny momentarily pulled his eyes away from the rain to glance at Sidney. “Debate?”

Sidney nodded. “Yeah. Some ghosts are calling you a hero, but others think saving them was just fortunate collateral. Either way, you managed to break free of mind control, no easy feat, and you’ve gained a lot of respect.”

Danny snorted. “Respect?”

But Sidney only nodded. “Yes. Respect. Even from ghosts who don’t particularly like you. Like Skulker.”

“Does that mean he’ll stop hunting me for my pelt?” Danny joked.

Sidney caught on to the joke and smiled. “On the contrary, his newfound respect for you just makes you even more valuable to him. I think he wants your pelt even more.”

The two friends laughed before lapsing back into a stint of silence. It looked like the rain wouldn’t be letting up for the rest of the day. Danny knew Sam would be glad she wouldn’t have to be walking home from school today. She liked the gloomy vibe it gave off but she compared her hate of being out in the rain to that of a cat’s.

But, Danny’s little liminal space couldn’t last forever. It wasn’t much later that the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Danny stood up but Sidney stayed put. “I’ll see you later.” Danny said.

Sidney smiled at him. “See you later, pal.”

Some days Danny was quieter than others. Well, he was always quiet. Rather, some days he was more introspective than others. Today was one of those days.

Danny sat in the Nasty Burger with Tucker, mindlessly sipping on a milkshake while Tucker talked about the cute girl he got paired up with today in science. Tucker often talked about a cute girl from school so Danny didn’t feel too bad about tuning him out. Instead, Danny reflected on his time here in the human world. It’s been a while now and despite being an outcast by societal standards, he thought he’d done a good enough job blending in. He glanced at Tucker. Well… mostly. He’d failed in keeping his secret. At least those who knew were adjusted enough to take it in stride, and remain by his side. For that he’d be forever grateful.

Danny didn’t realize he was smiling until Tucker brought it up. He cut himself off mid-sentence and asked, “Why are you smiling? Is there something on my face?”

Danny blinked a few times, taking in what his friend said, since he hadn’t really been listening. But, he understood, and removed his hands from his cup to reply. “You’re fine. I didn’t realize I was smiling.”

Tucker narrowed his eyes though the upturn of his mouth conveyed amusement. “You weren’t listening to anything I was saying, were you?”

Danny sheepishly shook his head.

But Tucker only grabbed one of Danny’s fries and casually sat back in his seat. “So, what’s going on in the ever racing mind of Danny Fenton today?”

Danny slid the rest of his fries to Tucker and shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just grateful you’re my friend.”

Tucker paused, a handful of fries halfway to his mouth. His confusion took form of a lighthearted laugh. “Well of course I’d be your friend, dude. What made you think of that?”

Danny took a slow sip of his milkshake as he contemplated his next words. “I guess… I just didn’t have a lot of friends in the Ghost Zone, and it took a long time to make those friends. I guess I just thought it would be impossible to make friends in this world.”

“Well I guess you didn’t,” Tucker said. “I mean, it was the other way around, wasn’t it? Sam and I made friends with you.”

Danny smiled when he thought about that. “You’re right.”

“I guess humans are just better at the whole making friends thing.” Tucker shrugged, finally stuffing the handful of fries in his mouth.

Yeah, Danny thought, he supposed they were.

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Ao3 Notes: Just so y'all know, the next chapter is going to be the finale. The chapter after that, the final chapter, will be the epilogue. I have so much to say but I'll save it all for the notes in the final chapter. :D

Thank you so, so much for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day/night! <3

#an early start au #danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny phantom fanfic #mute!danny fenton #disabled danny fenton #danny fenton #clockwork #sidney poindexter #tucker foley #lost time #renegade writes

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