#EctoberWeek2020

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Ectober Week, Day 5: Orb/Reanimation

what if ectoplasm.....but make it lava lamp

[lexosaurus]

What if we made the opposite of Wes? Like, someone who lives in Amity Park but absolutely does not believe in ghosts

This is an amazing idea and if someone finds a good background character to fill this spot I will literally dedicate an entire Ectoberweek fic to them.

[spookberry]

*cracks knuckles like theyre glowsticks*

[13thdoodle]

[ DP Phantasy AUs ] Ectober Day 1 : Fog / Splatter

In the Forest of The Lost, who did you see?

tw blood a bit?

OKAY so, this idea looks better in my head but here it is! It’s basically a whole bunch of what ifs and mix bag from phantasy au and unicorn blood au n all that also red eyes danny because im a sucker for circus gothica episode

cliche magic forest name tm but every version here are the lost ones, make that as you will

edit : fixed the gif a bit so it’ll look move smoother

[horrendoushag]

Ectober day 2: Bones/Pulse

I always loved the idea that Danny’s heartbeat is barely there or even nonexistent

[haddley]

Fog / Splatter

[ghoulisheous]

Ectober Week 2020 Day 5: Orb/Reanimation

pg 1: Life is defined by movement, growth, and change.

pg 2: Ghosts are defined by our memories. It’s what drives us.. without a heartbeat.

pg 3: But there are things we’re not supposed to remember. Ember writes duets she never sings. Youngblood always floats 10 ft above the road. They don’t know why.

pg 4: We exist as a snapshot of a world that doesn’t exist.

pg 5: So we forget identifying details about our past. It’s said this is so loved ones can move on. Without getting stuck in one moment in time.

pg 6: Because when we do remember. Too much. About our old lives. We do things we shouldn’t.

[casadefreewill]

Day 30 - Glow Sticks

[tuna-moon-draws]

Ectober week: Bones

[lexosaurus]

After a weirdly long break in phandom events, we’re back with the spookiest event of the year: Ectober Week!

Over the past week, me, @babypop-phantom​, and @ecto-american​ have been collecting prompt ideas from you all and based on the amazing responses, we were able to make this awesome calendar! We’re giving it to you three whole weeks early to ensure you all have enough time to prepare your week of spooky creations! 

And no your eyes don’t deceive you, each day of the week you have TWO prompts to choose between. So you can pick one or the other to do for that day, or if you really wanna get crazy you can even try to incorporate both prompts on the same day to your creation!

Acceptable Content: Anything Danny Phantom related. Yes, seriously, that’s the entire checklist. You can do angst, fluff, memes, art, fics, ships, no ships, crochet, videos, basket weaving, make your cat do your prompt for you—whatever you want! 

Once you’ve completed your super spoopy creation, be sure to tag it with #ectoberweek2020 so we can find it!

Aight, that’s all. Have fun! 👻

[spookberry]

Ectoberweek: Rewind

[itsalrightmeow]

Heres a dumb one for today, I just like the idea that Kyle and Danny intentionally keep messing with Wes more and more, and Wes and Kyle have big ghoul boys energy lol

[13thdoodle]

[ DP Phantasy AU ] Ectober Day 6 : Glowstick / redruM

Oh young paladin, what have you done A broken spell, too little too late

tw slight blood

One More Day to gooooooo!! Hav a sad boi!!

Ko-fi link

[lexiepiper]

Cold Case

Ao3 FF

Danny jumped as a thick manila folder held together with several elastic bands slammed onto his desk with a flurry of dust. He screwed up his nose and frowned at his colleague. “What’s this for?”

She rolled her eyes, planting her hands on slim hips. “Weren’t you listening this morning? We’re all supposed to deal with one cold case from the past century. This one’s yours. Solve it, and you get a chance at a promotion.”

He waved his hand, coughing as he tried to dispel the dust. “What, this is it? No box of evidence?”

She jerked a thumb back over her shoulder. “Three boxes out the back. Just read the file first.”

He sneezed, brushing away what looked like a mouse dropping. “How old’s this thing?”

“Just get to it,” she snapped, “I have half a dozen more to hand out.”

She walked away and Danny redirected his frown to the musty file. Hopefully there was a ghost who could point him in the right direction. It was why he’d chosen to try being a detective this time — far too many ghosts had asked him over the years to bring their killers to justice. It only seemed fair to try doing it through proper legal avenues first.

The rubber bands disintegrated when he touched them, breaking into stiff chunks that stuck to the old cardboard. Danny sighed and gently opened it, blinking at the name and photograph on the first yellowing page.

“Hey,” he said, catching the eye of the colleague who’d given him the file, “is this some kind of joke? This case is almost eighty years old!”

She smirked. “You’ve solved older,” she reminded him. “Whatever it is you do, I don’t know how you do it, but you can use your magic on this one now and make the bosses happy.” She wiggled her fingers playfully at the word magic.

Danny shook his head, pushing the file away. “I can’t solve this. Give me a different one.”

Her smile grew as she walked back over to his desk. “Aww, but look at the poor kid. Disappeared when he was only seventeen after his parents died in mysterious circumstances. Had a single surviving sister who never said anything until cancer took her in her thirties. Don’t you think he deserves to be at peace?”

Danny cringed as she turned his excuse for reopening specific cold cases back on him. “But—”

“Besides,” she continued, pulling a loose photo out from its paperclip and holding it up to the light, “it’s already in the system. You’re dealing with this one. Boss’ orders.” She put the photo back on top of the massive stack of papers. “Funny. Don’t you think he looks a bit like you?”

Danny forced a smile through gritted teeth. “Not really.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You sure? If it weren’t for the time difference, I’d ask if you were twins.”

He shrugged helplessly, trying not to appear strained as she snorted and headed back across the office.

Danny glared down at the file. Becoming a detective had seemed like such a great idea for this decade’s new identity. As usual, the fates seemed to have it out for him, and Clockwork was probably crying with laughter back in his tower.

Groaning, he pushed away from the desk and headed to the kitchenette. He needed the strongest coffee he could make before so much as touching that case file.

Maybe by the time he’d finished a cup or two he’d have figured out how he was going to solve his own murder.

[horrendoushag]

Ectober day 6: Glowsticks/redruM

I was too tired to draw this yesterday and I’ve been rushing to get it done all day today hhjkhljlk. Anyway. I’m so glad I finally drew Tucker! I almost never draw him because his face shape in the original style confuses and intimidates me

[ave-aria]

Rewind

Ectober Week 2020 Day 3: Rewind Summary: Maddie can't believe what she's seeing on the security tape. In shock, she hits rewind. Tags: Reveal fic, Blood, Angst, Implications of character death, Tragedy, Trauma, Oneshot

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Rewind.

Maddie keeps her eyes on the tv screen as the figures wind their way backwards to the start of the video. She won't look away. Can't. Doesn't dare.

If she looks away, she'll have to focus on something else. The quiet, dusty lab around her. The uncleaned ecto-weapons by the door. The green blood smattered on the blade.

The hollow, empty house looming over her head…

The video hiccups a bit as she hits the start of the feed. Old VHS tapes are odd like that, buzzing out with static where the film wore thin from too many pauses and restarts. It's a sign she's hit the beginning. Maddie presses play.

"Mom and Dad would kill me if they knew I let you down here."

It was an old security tape, filched from the lab. Onscreen, three teenagers, her son at the lead, slip into the camera's field of view. Maddie leans closer, enraptured by the movement, even though she's seen this moment enough times to have it seared into her brain.

Maybe, if she focuses hard enough, she can learn the secret - how to rewind her own mistakes, go back to a time when none of it has happened, just like in the video.

"Whoa, check it out! This thing's huge! I can't believe your parents built this!" A pause, while the kid adjusts his glasses. "Bummer that it doesn't work though, dude."

"Damn. Was it really supposed to open a portal to the underworld?"

"It's 'The Ghost Zone,' Sam. And yeah. My parents were pretty heartbroken when it didn't work. It kinda just… fizzled out. I hope they're not too upset."

The detached, clinical angle of the shot doesn't do the moment justice. Danny'd always been such a kind boy, thoughtful and empathetic to a fault. Maddie's throat closes up a little, leaving her struggling to breathe. They had been upset. Unbearably so. Their life's work - as Danny put it - fizzled out before their very eyes. It'd been a hard loss to take, one that she and Jack might never have recovered from, had the Portal not miraculously started working on its own, days later.

God. Now she almost wishes it hadn't.

A bright flash draws her from her reverie. Maddie blinks at the screen. A camera flash. In her distraction, she's missed part of the video; Tucker's casual "Lighten up, dude,", Sam's request for a photo op, Danny grabbing a hazmat suit to pose with while she dug the device from her backpack.

"—Got it," Sam waves the printed Polaroid to air out the negative.

"Okay. I showed you the portal. Can we get out of here now? My parents could be back here any minute."

Where had they been that day, anyway? Maddie wonders. Grocery shopping? Visiting the park? Moping, as they tried anything to get their minds off of their most recent failure? If they'd been there —

If they'd been there—

"Come on, Danny," comes Sam's voice, treacherous in its fascination. "A Ghost Zone? Aren't you curious?"

Danny looks into the Portal, clutching the custom white suit made specially for him. Sam smirks, knowing. "You gotta check it out."

Maddie hits pause.

Rewind.

"You gotta check it out."

Pause. Rewind.

"You gotta check it out."

Rewind.

"—gotta check it out."

The remote feels cold and heavy, like ice in her hand. In that moment, a selfishness grips her. She could blame Sam. For all if it. Everything that happened, it all started here, and it started because—

—But she can't blame Sam, because the next moment, Danny turns back, his eyes sparkling with an adventurous spirit. It's a spark of curiosity, brimming at the thought of the unknown; a look she's all too familiar with, one she's seen often on her daughter's face, her husband's - even her own, in the mirror.

"You know what? You're right. Who knows what kind of awesome, super cool things exist on the other side of that Portal?"

That curiosity, it's a Fenton trait, not one that needs to be stoked like a fire. That spark's been burning within him, since the cradle.

"Don't go in," she whispers, as if her advice could change the course of history. Even if he could hear her, though, it would be no use. He can no more resist the call than he can resist breathing.

He pulls on the hazmat suit. Skintight, white with black edging. It's like staring at a photo-negative. Watching her son, Maddie's stomach twists.

How couldn't she see it before?

"Alright. I'm going in." He says. His first footsteps echo, loud, in the hollow of the blacked out Portal…

Maddie's breath shudders in. She grips the remote and, before she can stop herself, hits the button.

Rewind.

She watches as her son walks backwards, double-time, out of the entrance to the Portal. The panic that gripped her fades.

"Mads?" From somewhere up above, echoing down the staircase, comes her husband's voice. Maddie is glued to the video screen, and almost doesn't hear him. Regardless, she definitely can't answer. What would she even say?

"Maddie?" His heavy footsteps echo in the stairwell, trudging closer. "Are you down there?"

A hitch in the tape. Maddie presses play.

"Mom and Dad would kill me if they knew I let you down here."

Drawn by the sound, Jack trudges the rest of the way down the narrow staircase. She feels a slight reverberation in the floor when he reaches the landing behind her. She doesn't turn around.

"The police called back. Officer McNally said he'd file a missing persons report, and they promised to keep their eyes open. But—" she hears the way uncertainty causes his voice to die in his throat when she doesn't turn to greet him. After a long moment of silence, he draws up to her side. "What are you watching?" he asks at last.

"It kinda just… fizzled out. I hope they're not too upset."

Question. He'd asked a question. Maddie swallows and struggles to answer. "Security tapes," she chokes out.

Understanding, an incomplete kind, dawns on Jack, and vigor jumps back into his bones. "Mads, that's brilliant!" he booms. "Why didn't I think of it? He comes into the lab all the time! We can use the security tapes to see when he last—"

"I found this tape in Danny's room," she interrupts.

Again, his voice falters in confusion.

"Under the bed," she elaborates, as if that will help. And continues watching, detached.

"Can we get out of here now? My parents could be back any minute."

The flickering light of the tv fills the lab, ominous in its glow. Jack hesitates. Maybe he's picked up on the subtext by now. Maddie can picture his eyes drifting from the staticy screen to the items in front of it, scattered across the table. He reaches out fro the shoebox sitting beside the tv. Taped to its front, written in the cursive, unmistakable scrawl of their son's handwriting, is a note that reads:

'If I Never Come Home'

"Maddie, what is this." Jack's voice is uncharacteristically heavy. Looking to her for guidance. For answers.

For once, she has none to give.

"Watch," Maddie whispers, still trapped by the screen. Automatic, her fingers hit the button.

Rewind.

With no other options to grasp at, he does.

"Mom and Dad would kill me if they knew I let you down here."

Watches as the kids approach the Portal.

"Aren't you curious?"

Watches as their son zips up the hazmat suit.

"Alright, I'm going in."

Watches as he disappears into the empty cavity of their greatest invention.

Click.

Watches as it thrums to life, with a scream.

"Da—Danny no!" Jack yells in tandem with the two remaining teens. He lurches forward, hand outstretched, to stop the agony onscreen. "He's not - when did he -"

"It's old, Jack," Maddie whispers. "From when the Portal started working."

Jack spins to stare at her. "You mean - Danny's the one who—" he's visibly struggling with the information, the same way she did, on her first viewing. "But—he never said—"

Right, Madie thinks. He never said anything. Jack's confusion is laughable, though. Why Danny never told them—that much is painfully clear.

"Guys?" Over the yelling and the panicking and the electric cackle from the Portal, their son's terrified voice cuts through the din. "G-guys help, what's happening?!"

Tucker and Sam are black silhouettes stumbling backwards from a swirling green glow, but they freeze and scramble to right themselves, lurching forward to catch someone as he stumbles through the gate.

Phantom - Danny - emerges from the portal, falling to his knees.

"…No," Jack says. Disbelief is thick in his voice. "That can't be… no."

Maddie lifts the remote.

Rewind.

A flash of light. A curdling scream. A shock of confusion, panic, scramble.

Danny Phantom stumbles from the portal.

Jack stares for a long time. Then he reaches out, snatching the lid of the shoebox for a second look at the evidence. The note, accusatory, stares back at them.

"This is how he tells us." Jack doesn't often whisper, but it seems like he can't do anything else. Her husband looks at the empty shoebox, the screen, the VCR. "Our son is Danny Phantom, and this is how he tells us. I…" he trails off.

Maddie almost can't believe it, how easily Jack arrives at the conclusion. It took her twelve viewings for her to wrap her mind around it, and it still hasn't really sunk in. But then, that's always been Jack's strong poing - those intuitive leaps of logic. Ones every scientist both loathed and envied.

"Did it kill him?" he moves seamlessly onto the next question that tripped her. Somehow, Jack's voice is even quieter this time.

Maddie shakes her head no. If they watch the video long enough, about ten minutes in, Danny manages to change his way back to human. If their invention did kill him, it wasn't permanent. Not that time, at least.

She's too close to thinking about it.

Rewind.

"But—" she can't stop Jack from thinking, though. He barrels on, heedless of breaking the fragile grasp Maddie has on her sanity. "But if all this time — Phantom—"

A hitch in the tape.

"We've been—"

Press play.

"Mom and Dad would kill me if they knew I let you down here."

"—Don't tell me we've been trying to waste our own kid—"

If Maddie weren't so detached, she might laugh. Waste. God, he can't even say it.

"Trying?" she asks instead. Bitter, the word sticks to her tongue.

She's not looking at the tape now. She's looking at him. And Jack, oh, Jack, he just stares down at her, a dark horror growing in his eyes.

He whips around to look at the bloodied weapons sitting at the base of the stairs.

Exactly where they left them two days ago, after that nasty ghost fight. When they came home to find a broken house, their daughter crying at the kitchen table, and their son just - gone.

"No." Jack backs up a step. "No no no no no no no—"

A flash of light. A curdling scream—

In an instant, Jack is moving. He snatches up weapons, whatever he can find, and bolts for the staircase, vaulting his way up to ground floor. Distantly, Maddie hears the doors slam. The RV thrumming to life. The screech of tires as Jack peels out of the driveway.

In the cold wake of his departure, Maddie turns back to the tv. She should go after him, she knows. But she's not quite done watching. Jack's always been a man of action, after all, but she's the analytical one, who studies, who marvels, who gathers the facts she sees.

Phantom, onscreen, slumps against his friends while he drips ectoplasm to the floor. He stares down at his white-gloved hands, his glowing green eyes wide in shock. Maddie wonders if he knew, then, what would become of him. What his parents, who raised him, who swore to protect him, would do.

She can't face those questions. Not yet. Not yet. Instead, she lifts the remote.

And rewinds.

A good scientist, a rational scientist, never draws conclusions while she's still gathering evidence. So as long as she's still watching—

A hitch in the tape. She's at the beginning. Maddie presses play.

"Mom and Dad would kill me if they knew I let you down here."

As long as she keeps watching, she doesn't have to do anything with this information. All she has to do is watch.

So she watches. She rewinds. And she plays. She can't look away—

"Mom and Dad would kill me if they knew I let you down here—"

She doesn't dare.

"Mom and Dad would kill me if they knew I let you down h—"

All she can do is rewind—

"Mom and Dad would kill me if they knew I let y—"

And rewind—and rewind—

"Mom and Dad would kill me if—"

Until she finds evidence contrary to her theory…

"Mom and Dad would kill me—"

Or she finds Its inevitable End.

"Mom and Dad would kill me if they knew I let you down here."

Rewind.

"Mom and Dad would kill me if they—"

Rewind.

"Mom—"

Rewind.

"Mom—"

Rewind.

"Mom—"

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[AO3] [FFN]