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We just dropped a 13k chapter!

Sneak peak under cut!

The makeshift DJ had switched to an upbeat and pulsing pop track, and Manny’s body responded as if the beat had been made for him. He spun to face Danny, his grin dazzling under the flickering party lights.,

“Just follow my lead, guapo,” Manny teased, taking Danny’s hands and placing them firmly on his waist.

Danny swallowed hard, his pulse racing as Manny moved with effortless rhythm. It was impossible not to get swept up in the energy radiating from him—the way his hips swayed, the way his fingers trailed along Danny’s arm, tugging him closer without hesitation.

Danny tried to keep up, though he felt like he had two left feet compared to Manny’s natural grace. But Manny didn’t seem to care. If anything, he only laughed when Danny stumbled slightly, steadying him with hands that were warm and sure.

“Relax, Danny,” Manny murmured, leaning in just enough for Danny to catch the words over the music. “You feel the music. Don’t think so much.”

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Asdfgjkdnfkek.

Manny. Manny!

You can't just be out here with that!

Danny is not gonna make it!!

Huh.

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I lied! I've rewrote this scene three times already! 😔

Man. I've been an angst master for years now. Like, I take pride in my ability to write the painful shit. I live for it.

But these tigerghost motherfuckers are not cooperating!

No, Danny stop being so reasonable.

Manny, please, I need you to stop being so forgiving.

🙃

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Friendly reminder that Manny is a man of many talents

Danny floated a few inches off the ground, studying the glowing green dome surrounding Vlad’s hideout. He scowled, energy crackling faintly at his fingertips. “That’s a ghost shield. I can’t phase us in—it’ll just bounce me back. We need another way—”

Click.

Danny turned at the sound, eyes widening as Manny pocketed a lock pick. The heavy steel door creaked open.

“We’ll just use the door,” Manny declared, stepping inside without hesitation.

Danny stared after him, completely dumbfounded. “Did you just…?” He floated forward, landing just inside the threshold.

“Lock picking is like breathing, Danny,” Manny said over his shoulder. “My grandpapi insisted on teaching me when I was seven. Said I’d thank him one day.”

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college aus are kinda crazy. they would not be doing all that. There's midterms

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A Tigerghost appears!

I wanted to draw them in some clothes I put them in my Fic "Desert of my Heart, Manny Rivera, Oil on Canvas."

I'm quite proud of it actually! (ignore the background though)

Of course @nicktoonsunite for the designs and the absolute curse of a hyperfixation they've unlocked in me. Thanks! I love it!

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Nevermind I fixed it!

“I can’t lose you!” Danny said softly, his voice shaking. “Not you too. If I lose you, I—” He stopped himself, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. “I don’t know what I’d become.”

Manny’s chest heaved as he tried to process Danny’s words. But his anger, his hurt, his exhaustion—it all clawed at him, refusing to let go. He felt the burn of tears at the edges of his vision, his body trembling as his sensory overload reached its peak. Tears finally slipped free, stinging as they rolled down his cheeks.

“¡Dios, basta! I can’t—I can’t do this right now!” Manny shouted, his voice raw. “I can’t—I can’t think, I can’t—¡No puedo pensar!” He clutched his head, pulling his hair from the root. He sank to his knees as the weight of everything—the pain, the panic, the missing belt—came crashing down.

Man. I've been an angst master for years now. Like, I take pride in my ability to write the painful shit. I live for it.

But these tigerghost motherfuckers are not cooperating!

No, Danny stop being so reasonable.

Manny, please, I need you to stop being so forgiving.

🙃

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Man. I've been an angst master for years now. Like, I take pride in my ability to write the painful shit. I live for it.

But these tigerghost motherfuckers are not cooperating!

No, Danny stop being so reasonable.

Manny, please, I need you to stop being so forgiving.

🙃

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Manny’s grin widened as he playfully shoved Danny’s shoulder. “Lead the way, mi loco güero.”

Danny leaned dramatically into the shove, throwing them both off balance for a moment. “You know, I know you’re calling me a crazy something, and that’s rude.”

Manny steadied him with ease, laughing. “I’ve been calling you ‘my crazy white boy.’”

Danny stopped mid-step to glance back at him. “Really?”

Manny tried to keep a straight face, but it cracked almost immediately into a fit of giggles. “Yeah! And don’t even try to deny it—you are a crazy white boy!”

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Still Feel by Half Alive

(there is a second of flashing at the start was unsure if i should tag it or not, but this is the warning)

[youtube video link]

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Its past their bedtime

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A cute little tigerghost interaction! I cannot stop thinking about Manny absolutely being able to purr.

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The headquarters in Retroville were quiet, the faint hum of the TV filling the room. Danny and Manny were between missions, killing time until Jenny and Timmy returned from their patrol.

Danny had picked out what he considered a classic American film, insisting Manny needed to see it. But as the movie played, it became clear that Manny wasn’t as captivated. His eyelids drooped, and he shifted uncomfortably on the couch, fighting a losing battle against sleep.

Danny didn’t comment. He knew how exhausting their lives could be, with rest often feeling like a luxury. If Manny was this tired, it was better to let him doze off.

Eventually, Manny’s resistance gave out. His head lolled to the side before landing squarely in Danny’s lap.

“Oh,” Danny murmured, staring down at him in surprise. He froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. Waking Manny seemed unfair, so Danny decided to let him stay.

At first, he sat stiffly, hyper-aware of the weight on his legs. But as the minutes passed, he began to relax, leaning his head against the back of the couch. His hand, seemingly of its own accord, rested gently on Manny’s head, his fingers idly brushing through his curls.

The movie played on, and Danny half-watched it, his mind wandering. He’d seen this film at least a dozen times, so it was easy to zone out. But the low, unfamiliar sound of purring drew him back to the present.

Danny blinked, glancing down at Manny. It took him a second to connect the dots—Manny was purring. Like an actual cat. Danny stared, wide-eyed, as the soft, rhythmic sound continued.

His fingers stilled for a moment, then resumed their idle motion, testing his theory. Sure enough, the purring deepened slightly, an involuntary response that made Danny grin.

“Huh,” he mused quietly, marveling at the discovery. It was, without a doubt, the cutest thing he’d ever heard.

Danny’s grin softened as he watched Manny sleep. For all their powers, for all the chaos they dealt with, moments like this made everything feel lighter.

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Oooooooooooooo. I fucking love that! His grandpapi would be proud.

HC that Manny was a villain and worked with their enemies (the syndicate, evil nicktoons, whoever) before joining the NU team

Of course this is not an excuse to have friends to enemies to lovers tigerghost, of course not....

Og HC belongs to: @@c0dydoesntknow

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Manny flinched as his phone started ringing around fifteen minutes after the news broadcast ended. 

Mamá

“Oh, carajo!” Manny gasped.

“Language,” Timmy scolded from across the room. His tone was playful.

Manny looked up his roommate and gave him a the most fucked up and confused look he could muster. “Have you known Spanish this whole time?”

“Nope!” Timmy declared, pointing a finger in the air. “I just know all the cuss words, and you just said ‘fuck.’”

Sometimes I write and I remember I'm fucking hilarious.

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They're adults now but...

It's easy to see them the same way as you did years ago when they keep fighting over stupid things constantly.

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Manny: What's up?

Jimmy: I just- I just watched Turner pour four pounds of sugar into the dryer and tell me he was making cotton candy...

Manny: Did it work?

Jimmy:

Jimmy: NO??