#Andrew Riter

[ibelieveinahappilyeverafter]

I just noticed you gave the ghostwriter your name. That's objectively a power move I'm gonna be real

Incorrect, I did an even bigger power move and I stole Ghostwriter's name for myself 😤

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Andrew Riter by XxXNightcoreQueenXxX

[danny-phantom-forever-and-ever]

I drew something!!! It's not shaded but i colored it so yay! This is ghostwriter and his brother Randy check this out if you haven't @ibelieveinahappilyeverafter is incredibly gifted at writing! I've reread it at least ten times. Hope you all like them!

[artisticallygay]

Been a while since I’ve drawn this guy

[kiki-mimi222222222]

from roleplay

[goliath-de-senfina-sango]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dash Baxter/Danny Fenton, Jack Fenton/Maddie Fenton Characters: Dash Baxter, Wesley Weston, OC - Character, Danny Fenton, Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, Ghost Writer (Danny Phantom), Andrew Riter Additional Tags: Soulmates, Reluctant Soulmates, countless headcanons, Not Phantom Planet Compliant, my canon now, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Identity Reveal, will tag with progress, No Betas we die like fools Summary:

Casper High is a school that has several clubs, including the Occult Club, which Dash should've stayed very far away from no matter what Wes said. Now thanks to the conspiracy theorist, Phantom was pissed at him and the jock and hero were soulbound by a spell that Wes had fudged and Dash had mispronounced. How's he gonna make it up to his hero?

Or

The soulmates fic that only my best bro really wanted out of me, which my brain was forced to provide.

Ao3 / Fanfiction.net

In hindsight, Dash should've stayed away from the occult club altogether.  Sure, Wes had said they were gonna use some magick ritual they'd figured out to summon phantom, but people generally wanted to think they could do that and a club at school was the least likely to succeed.   But Weston had been confident and Dash wasn't gonna pass on an opportunity to meet his hero without an attack happening.

So he'd gone along with it, even demanded to be the one to do it when they started.  There was a chalk circle on the floor, candles, and one of em had a fuckin needle to prick themself with for it.  Whatever, Dash wasn't unused to a little pain - he busted his knuckles on nerd's faces sometimes. So he got a drop on the circle, and he said the chant, and the candles turned green instead of reddish-yellow.  But while the room went dark and cold and started looking like the night sky had come down to grab them, Dash may have fucked up a word in the book.  

There he appeared, in a flash of light so bright Dash had to squint.  Sky blue skin, a halo of white hair, freckles that glowed green and that ghost hunting hazmat suit of his.  While Phantom was looking around like he was dizzy, Dash felt something. He Saw it, even, a line of bright silver that came out of his chest and turned toxic green before ending at the DP on Phantom's chest.  Frowning, Dash looked over at the head of the club. "The fuck is this? A cord?"

"Oh no… oh no no no."  The head nerd, a brunette with glasses and a mint green shirt, grabbed the book in Dash's hand and read what he'd said.  Then his head whipped over to Wes and the basketballer backed up, his camera flashing the recording light. "You fucked up the summoning ritual!"

"Austin, I swear I was just-"

"This is a binding ritual, Wes, it binds the spirit to the target object - the circle, it looks like?"

"Pretty shitty binding," Phantom said, turning everyone's attention back to him.  The blue-faced ghost was floating all around the room, soft green inner light casting weird shadows everywhere.   "I'm nowhere near it. What is this thing between me and Dash though?"

"… Fuck."  Wes quickly played back his recording on his camera to listen to what Dash had chanted.  Dash could hear the moment he fumbled the words and Wes paled when he heard it. "That was the wrong subject word-"

"So you've bound Phantom's soul to Dash's soul now, is what I'm translating here.   Cause that, wait lemme.” Austin grabbed the camera and replayed the video a few times while Dash dealt with a sea of complicated emotions.  Confusion, shock, anger, resentment, anxiety. Those last three weren’t new per se but they felt… off. Not his. “Wes this is a permanent binding what the fuck?!”

“It wouldn’t’ve been permanent!  We coulda scuffed the circle and the thing he’s bound to would be gone!”

Phantom reached down and grabbed the ginger by his shirt, lifting him two feet off the ground.   His eyes were blue and gold and red, that dim green aura was now white and yellow and flaring up in arcs.  “So lemme get this straight, Wesley. In your insane attempts to prove me as the still-living son of ghost hunters, you decided you'd bind me to a chalk circle.  Which might bind me to the chalk itself, tearing me apart to keep myself connected to since you're a fucking hack."

"I-I-I hadn't uh thought of that, b-"

"And instead of that you let Dash, a jo- no THE Jock, read off the spell and so now you've bound me, irreversibly, to another person's soul.  Did I get that right?"

Wes nodded the slightest bit, his entire frame shaking and Dash couldn't blame him.   Dash was entirely up for pummeling Wes for fucking up his hairbrained scheme, but Phantom looked like he was about to rip Wes apart.  He had fangs and his hair was turning into a cloud of fire that sucked all the heat out of the room instead of pushing it out into everything.  Wes' shirt was frosting over and Austin and his band of merry freaks were shivering.

"When you get to the afterlife, Wes, I promise you a world of pain.  And if you do something so fucking stupid and dangerous that it risks my safety and the safety of everyone else around you again, I'm tossing you to the police by your Fucking underwear!"  Wes was dropped on his ass and Phantom growled, fading from sight. There was a Pop, all the pressure in the room shifting, and Dash rubbed his head with a groan.

"Wes you fucking idiot!  Now Phantom is pissed at me and it's your fault!"  Phantom may have decided not to give Wes what he had coming to him, Dash didn't have superpowers to worry about getting out of hand.

And so Dash had detention that day for wailing on a fellow school athlete.

“I swear I’m going to shatter his camera into a million tiny pieces and make him eat them,”  Danny growled and struggled with not breaking his locker when he slammed it shut. The lights overhead buzzed louder and shone brighter from the energy pouring out of him, and Danny took several deep breaths.  “Not only was what he wanted to do stupid and dangerous, now I’m fucking - what, Soulmates? With him?”

“Chill, Danny, I’m sure we can fix this.”  Tucker pulled his sash from around his shirt and with a flick, it became a scepter once more.  Holding out the golden rod over Danny, a look of concentration passed over the geek’s face while azure light bathed Danny’s body.  The green thread leading off toward Dash was highlighted, though the silver threads leading to Tucker, Sam and Jazz were also visible and even the blue ones trailing off to his Mom and Dad.  Tucker’s magick wrapped around his green thread and for a moment, Danny was sure that it’d be cut and all of this would be over and dealt with.

Tucker’s scepter was knocked out of his hand and clattered loudly on the tile floor of the school and the green thread shone brighter than before, seeming to have simply soaked up the magick.  Danny’s growl was deep in his chest this time, and one of the lights blew a fuse. “That’s fucking ridiculous! He just read off the spell without even knowing what it did, why would that be stronger than the Pharoah’s command?”

“The language might not be from this world, Danny.  We’ll have to ask Andrew if he knows how to undo it.”  Sam patted Danny on his shoulder and he leaned onto her, embracing the calm of her aura.  The bell rang and Danny pulled his hood over his head, pulling it shut over his face with the drawstrings.  “C’ mon, let’s get you home and we can head over to see him right now.”

Danny grumbled as he was pulled along by Sam and Tucker outside to the parking lot, where all three of them pulled out their hoverboards.  Danny mounted his star and nebulae covered creation and slipped on his helmet. The one he’d made for Tucker was gold and chrome-colored, a techno styled F on the bottom of it, while Sam’s was black with creeping vines appearing to weave all around it.  It had been fun building these boards with Tucker and personalizing them since they made flying to school easier on them all. Magnetic boots locked in place, Danny slipped on the remote control glove and took off, followed closely by his friends into the even sky to the envious stares of their schoolmates.

The only ghosts that got in their way home were Skulker and the Box Ghost, and while Boxy was easy to take down with a few well-placed shots, Danny had to split off a Phantom copy while still in human form to take down Skulker, which sucked because he didn’t have the energy to make one as strong as he normally was in ghost form.  With a kick to Skulker’s head that removed his helmet, and a swift click of the button on the Thermos, Skulker was dealt with and they headed to Fenton works.

Descending the stairs of the Fenton home to the basement lab and finding it empty was a blessing, mostly available due to Sam and her meddling in the business affairs of Fenton Works.  Getting to the Ghost Writer’s library from there was a cakewalk, and soon they were knocking on his doors.

“Andy, I have a problem and I need your help fixing it!”  Getting no reply for a moment, Danny took a deep superfluous breath and whined loudly against the door.  “Aaandyyyyy!” The door opened inward fast enough that Danny hit the floor, and grumbled something rude about Vidya playing cruel pranks on him.

“Don’t pretend that Vidya doesn’t love you about as much as she does me, Danny, you’ll never get away with a lie that flimsy.”  The baritone laughter of the Ghost Writer, otherwise known to a few as Andrew Riter, met Danny’s ears and a shark-toothed smile greeted Sam and Tucker.  The librarian in grey and purple invited them deeper in to sit on couches and cushions scattered about the shelves of the library and cups of coffee and tea set themselves down on the table before them.  “Alright, what trouble have you gotten yourselves into this time?”

“This time it wasn’t one of us, actually.”  Sam nudged Danny with her boot and he slumped against Tucker, taking a long sip of his tea.  “An idiot, Wes, tried to bind him to a circle during an event that the Occult Club was performing to summon Danny, but they let Dash Baxter read it and when Danny appeared, apparently Dash stuttered the wrong words and now he and Danny are bound by the soul.  As far as we know.”

Andrew adjusted his glasses, eyes narrowed at Danny as a trio of books flew to him and Danny repeated the spell for Andrew to decipher.  “Give me a couple of days to look this one up. Artificially created Soul Bonds like that typically break with the right spell and if both parties agree to sever the link.”  Tucker groaned while Danny buried his face in his hands.

“I have to convince Dash to unlink himself with me?  Wonderful. Fuck me, I guess.”

Tucker patted the ghost boy on his shoulder and Danny whined.

Ao3 / Fanfiction.net

[olgabeerbear]

-Mom, it's fashion!

-Find a work, bastard.

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please excuse my mess

[danjaley]

Facts about Rosalie, Marianne and Ysobel McCarric

(a wish of @navissetpmocia )

Rosalie

Rosalie is wearing her hair short because Louise cut it off when she was down with a fever the previous year. Louise insists that she saved her life that way and some gratitude would be due. Rosalie, on the other hand, felt that her mother (although meaning well) had effectually ruined her life. The rest of the family takes great care to avoid the subject.

Writer’s fact: I’m still amazed how Rosalie sounds absolutely insufferable in the script, but the pictures bring out her likeable side. She and Marianne are so much fun to write, both being protective of the family in opposing ways.

Marianne

In her heart of hearts, Marianne really looks up to Rosalie, but she feels that sometimes drastic measures need to be taken. Like her sisters, she was strongly influenced by the ten-years wait for an heir. In her case, she always played with the thought of dressing up as a boy and solving the family-problem. But as she correctly assumed her parents would never agree to such a plan, there was no point in trying. No disguise could deceive her parents!

Writer’s fact: The scene about Marianne’s poem was inspired by the song “So long Marianne” by Leonard Cohen. For a long time I misunderstood the opening line as “Come over to the window, my little darling; I’d like to try and read your poem” (instead of ‘palm’). So I imagined it must be a scene between a child and a (grand)parent: The one being afflicted with mediocre eyesight, the other having produced a poem which you can only “try” to read. It just came to my mind when I thought about scenes for Marianne McCarric.

Ysobel

Although Andrew is trying very hard not to let this be a thing, Ysobel could never help noticing that she’d have been more welcome as a boy. Oddly enough, she’s the one closest to Fergus, not only in age but also personally.

Writer’s fact: Ysobel is named after the character in the shortstoy “The White People” by Frances Hodgeson Burnett, which was one of the first inspirations for the McCarrics. It was a nice coincidence that this name also fit the Scottish-French theme.

[heyheyitsstillgay]

It's almost the anniversary of Danny destroying Ghostwriter's book

Happy anniversary of the rhyme:

Danny said to the writer; "there's no poem if I'm silent".

"Can't you make dad not fight her?"

To you too anon! I can't think any other reason to celebrate this time of year. We should spend the day itself talking exclusively in rhyme in memorium of Andrew Riter and his orange 🙏

[iambicbrose]

Spirit of the Mate - Clot

Title:  Clot

Alternate Universe: Coffeeshop AU

Pairing:  Iambic Prose - Danny Fenton/Ghostwriter

Summary:  Andrew Riter is a barista at the local coffee shop on campus. Danny Fenton is two years his younger, and a regular. After quite a bit of dancing around each other, they've finally managed to both pull their heads up and see the other right in front of them.

Read on AO3, or continue under the cut!

"Of all the- Does the word 'careful' mean nothing to you?" Andrew knew he was being too harsh, but he was rather panicking as he pressed towel after napkin against Danny's bleeding side.

"Hey, I'm trying to keep the floors clean," Danny laughed weakly, holding them to his side. Andrew made a quiet whine, pressing closer and kissing at Danny's jaw.

"None of that. You're going to be fine and there's no need to compensate with humor." The bleeding seemed to be clotting and slowing down finally.

"Nothing to compensate for. Unless you wanna see for yourself-"

"No- No, no, no, I don't need to see." Andrew pressed harder, biting his lip at Danny's flinch and trying not to flinch himself. "Sorry."

"Andy, Andy, hey, look, I'm fine." Danny pulled at the towels and napkins. "It's already healing."

"It... is." The skin looked like it was knitting itself back together and that- Aha. Okay. That was something. "So you have a type of accelerated healing?"

"Yeah. It's the ghost side. Ghost draws energy from ambient ecto energy, the town is basically soaked in ecto energy, at this point. Kinda surprised me when I had a broken bone healed in a couple weeks, when this started. Now it only takes a few days."

"What." Andrew stared at Danny and slowly narrowed his eyes. "You phrased that as if you routinely break your bones. Danny- Danny, I need you to think very carefully about whether it is worth it to lie to me right now about your health."

"What- Andy, why would I be lying?" Danny was frowning at him, and looking confused, though that may have been the blood loss. God, the fact he even had to think that.

"How many times have you broken a bone over the last twelve months?"

"Uh... Fuck, you want an exact number?"

"That would be preferable."

Danny thought about it for too too long. "Uh... E...leven?"

"Are you uncertain if it's greater than eleven or less than?"

"I dunno, when I hit double digits, it gets hazy."

"Danny." The word was more of a breathless whine, Andrew pulling Danny back to him and gently grabbing fresh towels to press against the lightly bleeding wound. It really was stitching itself back together, but Andrew wouldn't be happy until it was gone.

"Hey, come on. You'll forget it even happened by the time I pick up my regular, tomorrow. You don't need to worry so much."

"Danny," Andrew paused, struggling with his words before he was burying his face in Danny's hair. "I'm never going to stop worrying about you."

Danny wrapped an arm around Andrew as well. "Ah, jeez... Can you get one of these wet? I'm gonna help clean the floor. This has gotta be a safety hazard."

"There is blood that is no doubt radioactive and toxic staining the floor. There is definitely a biohazard and if we don't hurry, I'll probably be fired."

"You're so dramatic."

"Half of your blood is green! And glowing!"

"Yeah, I bet you're not mister average, either," Danny grumbled. Staring at Danny for a moment, Andrew slowly grinned.

"I'll be sure to prove that to you, later," Andrew promised and pressed a soft kiss to Danny's cheek.

"Here, come on, let's clean this before your boss comes in."

[ibelieveinahappilyeverafter]

Character Aesthetic - Andrew Riter 

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hoLY SHIT I WAS GONNA DO ANDREW NEXT AND YOU BEAT ME TO IT AND HOT DAMN DOES THIS LOOK GOOD!!!! I’m so in love and I’m swooning. 

[theguardiansseries]

From the Beginning Excerpt 1

Excerpt One: Set before Chapter One of From the Beginning

Rating: G+

Warnings: Guns and shots being fired

Summary/Inspired By: A comment left by @midori37 in her tags on one of the From the Beginning chapters. She said she would love to see a peek of what happened when Randy went to pick up Andrew from Walker’s jail, and, well. I couldn’t resist.

Hey, if you enjoy this and the rest of Guardians, be sure to click here to check out ways of supporting me and my writing. 

Be sure to read From the Beginning, too, if you haven’t already!

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“Seriously? He’s keeping the Ghostwriter in here? Walker knows what happened last time we dealt with that crazy brother of his, doesn’t he?”

“Apparently Walker wants to make an example out of him. Something about how even powerful ghosts can be brought down by justice. He’s in solitary right now after making that mess the other day.”

“You call that making a mess? From what I hear near all of Cellblock E was destroyed by him before he guards managed to subdue him-”

“Oh?” Honestly, Walker’s guards were certainly lacking if they hadn’t even noticed him there. It had been at least five minutes, after all. “And just how did these guards manage to subdue my sweet little brother?”

“Alright, ghost, hands up where we can see them!” While one of the dear little idiots pointed that ridiculous baton at him, the other looked at him with fear. How nice to see his name had travelled in this world, too. “Surrender now or-”

Randy shot him before he even finished, amused at how the ghost fell without having even bothered to throw up a shield. He’d be fine in the next few days if he had decent enough healing, so Randy didn’t bother to waste much time before he was gathering his energy around him and appearing in front of the guard left standing.

“I believe I asked you a question.” The guard stared at him for ten full seconds after stumbling back before dropping his weapon and flying down the hall as quick as he could, screaming for reinforcements at the top of his lungs. “You guys are getting rather dramatic, aren’t you?”

The ghost didn’t even get around the corner before Randy shot him down, holstering his gun and heading in the other direction once he did so. Already he could feel Andrew’s energy, unstable as it was. No doubt that was from where his keyboard had been smashed. Really, Randy had told him that he needed to stop relying on that thing so much.

“Mercenary.” Hm? Oh, well, if it wasn’t the man of the hour himself. Oh, dear, Walker looked upset. Randy should fix that.

“Did one of the guards wake up already? I thought it would at least take a few days with how weak they all are to my shots.” Ah, much better. An enraged Walker was always so much fun to play with.

“You know the rules.” Walker and his rules… It was like he never heard of the word fun. “Breaking into my prison is automatic grounds for imprisonment yourself-”

Quick as a flash and Randy was in front of Walker, grinning when the man didn’t even take a step back. He always had been fun. “You know the Observants would never let you keep me.”

“Your usefulness will run out eventually, punk.” Walker’s words were near growled out, Randy flashing a snarl right back at him. He never had liked Walker and the insanity that clung to the man. It was too… slick. Oily. Dark. Disgusting. It felt too much like tar. It was too familiar a feeling for Randy to ever feel comfortable around the ghost.

“Where’s my brother, Walker.” Randy searched for Andrew’s energy again, cocking his head to the side and oh, yes, that was right. Solitary.

“What makes you think we have him?” Cute. Randy would have believed that if he was eight. Well, maybe nine if it was a bad day.

“Oh, please, don’t insult us both by bothering to lie.” Andrew’s energy was unstable, but Randy knew it as well as his own by now. “We’ll be leaving soon, so keep the doors open for us, yes?”

“You’ll get yours one day, Riter.” Yes, yes, all these threats and they were always the same. Tossing back a smirk, Randy shifted his focus and being and pictured the path that led straight to where Andrew was.

A quick second and his body settled, and he saw a familiar figure curled up in a seat and looking bitter and frustrated with a dark scowl to match. Overall, Andrew seemed perfectly alright.

“Roses are red, violets are blue, orange you glad to see me?” The look on his little brother’s face had Randy giving a sharp grin. “Oh, yes, I’ve heard all about your little Christmas vacation.”

“Walker! I thought I was to be put in solitude!” Even as Andrew complained, as per usual, he was already up off his seat and as close to the bars as he could get. “Solitude means no visitors!”

“Come on, Andy, it’s still practically Christmas. Aren’t you glad to see your big brother?” The looks just kept getting better. Laughing to himself a bit, Randy gathered up some of his energy and threw it around Andrew before giving it a sharp pull back towards him, pleased when Andrew teleported to his side and through the ghost-proof bars.

“I hate when you do that,” Andrew grumbled, clutching a book close to his chest and looking a touch sick. “It’s the worst form of motion sickness.”

“Mm, but it gets the job done.” Flicking Andrew’s ear, Randy grinned at the sharp yelp. “That’s for getting yourself caught.”

“Oh, so you would have been fine with it all if I hadn’t been caught- Don’t answer, I already know what you’ll say. Where’s Walker and his lot?”

“We had a conversation about your sentencing. It seems he’s agreed to lift it early in light of the holidays.” At the single raised eyebrow, Randy rolled his eyes and cuffed Andrew by the collar of his jacket before pulling him along. “Come on, let’s get you back to Vidya before you combust from being away from your books for so long.”

Three, two, one- “Com- That is not funny, Randall!” Good, Andrew sounded properly dramatic and no longer had that lingering doubt and worry cloaked around him. “How did you even find out I was here?”

“Are you kidding? A ghost breaks the truce for the first time in years and it’s over attacking the new hero of Amity Park. You think I wouldn’t hear about that one?”

“He started it.” Glancing to the book Andrew was still holding and seeing the title, Randy shook his head and oh, this was bound to be an interesting story if nothing else.

“Really? Tell me about it.” That was all it took for Andrew’s eyes to light up. He always had been pleased when he had a story to tell.

As Andrew launched into the most hilarious and stupid fight he had ever been a part of, Randy tucked the information away to investigate later. Danny Phantom sounded interesting, if nothing else.

[danny-phantom-forever-and-ever]

I made this for my favorite author of my favorite ship

[artisticallygay]

"It took me by surprise

The hatred in his eyes

I pushed this man as far as he could go

but he lacked the words to let me know

He acted out now I can see it is my fault..."

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A redraw of the original piece done in November 2018.

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Writer.... After the cycle of walker's abuse