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[theguardiansseries]

From the Beginning - Chapter Five: Dani Realizes She Might Be Getting Super Powers (And That She’s Actually Not Fine)

A/N: Happy Halloween and Blessed Samhain! I hope you guys are enjoying this story and that you will enjoy this chapter!

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Rating: Teen Audiences

Summary:

Dani Fenton (who is sometimes starting to go by Danny Fenton) is a fifteen-year-old almost sophmore who was just going about her normal life when she figured out she sort of liked being seen as a boy. Oh, then he (he had definitely been a he at the time) got shocked by a machine his parents built to view into another world that they believed contained a world of ‘ecotplasmic entities.’

Danny really isn’t sure how to tell them that they were right and that he was in the machine when it turned on and that maybe he isn’t so human anymore. (He might also not be a girl anymore, but that one was a little more difficult to explain than the fact that he ((she?)) might be half-ghost.)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54944266/chapters/153697906

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“Danny! What are you doing?! What is she doing- Get out of there! Run! Dan-”

The screams of her friends faded, instead replaced with the sound an MRI machine would make; loud and heartstopping and terrifying. 

Rings of bright white light shone from the small gaps between the metal floor, walls, and ceiling, spreading across the Portal similar to a row of lights in a movie theater. 

The thought of running couldn’t seem to connect with her body, which was rigid straight and locked into place with all her weight still on the button under her palm. 

Opening her mouth and not sure whether she had been trying to scream or gasp, Dani instead did neither as she felt a hand pressed against her back, the touch gentle and sure and steady. “I’m sorry for how much this will hurt.” The voice was hardly louder than a whisper, and everything about him sounded… sad. “Both now and later. If I could change the outcome…” 

The storm gathered around her, angry and loud and rejecting everything that she was. Fear and dread chained her in place and the only thing that felt real was the hand on her back and the gentle, soft whisper of, “Take a deep breath, child.” 

She took a deep breath.

The storm hit. 

Dani was aware of two things when she realized she was awake in her bed. The first was that she felt like shit. The second was that her forehead stung. Considering she was sitting up in bed and Tucker was clutching his own forehead with teary eyes, Dani could sort of guess what had just happened. 

“I told you not to do that,” she finally said, grunting as she found herself wrapped up in a hug by Sam a second later, which, alright. That was a little affection heavy for Sam. “Uh, not that I’m not loving the hug and all that, but why?”

Sam clutched her tighter, Dani returning the hug cautiously as she looked at Tucker, who didn’t even seem upset that Dani must have slammed their foreheads together when Tucker was, likely, trying to wake her up from… a nightmare? A dream? “Dude, do you even remember what just happened?” Oh. Oh, no. That meant something bad had happened. Like, bad bad.

“Well, I-” Dani snapped her mouth shut as the memories of what she hoped was only a couple of hours ago slammed into her. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” Tucker said, finally taking a seat on the bed, and, alright, they were just all crammed on there now, huh? Annoyingly, Dani couldn’t even bring herself to pretend to be upset with how nice the affection and touch was. “You’ve been asleep for days-”

Before Dani could have a heart attack, Sam was reaching out to slap Tucker’s arm with a sharp, “Don’t say that shit, she might believe it.” 

“Shit, sorry.” Tucker actually looked contrite, reaching out to grab Dani’s hand and give it a light squeeze. “The humor defense kicked in before I could stop it. It’s only been a couple of hours, promise. School’s definitely over, though.”

“Early weekend,” Dani said, trying to make it sound like a joke and not sure if she quite managed. “Alright, I- I remember the whole. You know.” They had been attacked by a ghost. “But why do I feel like I was just used like some sort of massive battery? I’m- Shit, guys, I’m exhausted.” Even now, she felt like she could barely keep her eyes open.

“Okay.” Sam pulled back only enough to be able to sit beside Dani fully, keeping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. “Alright. First off, what all do you remember exactly? Not to doubt your memory, but you did pass out on us.” 

Yeah. Okay. That was fair. “We just finished lunch and I felt… really anxious.” That had been the first part that had stuck out about the whole thing. Before they had even seen a ghost, Dani had already known something was wrong. “Then we heard something fall over in the kitchen and walked into the start of a horror movie.” 

“Either that or the first five minutes of a Supernatural episode,” Tucker grumbled and complained, standing up to grab a bottle of water from Sam’s bag before he was right back on the bed and shoving the bottle into Dani’s hands after cracking the seal for her. Dani refused to cry from how much she loved her friends.

“You kidding? Definitely not,” Dani managed to say with a steady voice, taking a few sips of the water and damn, that did help. “No one died.” The twin snorts of laughter from both her friends had her smiling a little. “No, but, I remember us seeing that lunch lady ghost from, like, the fifties, and then I remember us running and getting the hell out of there.” 

“We ran for a classroom,” Sam said, sounding relieved that so far it seemed like Dani was remembering everything just fine. Dani was kind of glad of that, too, and that her friends all had the same memories. It made it less likely that everything was a stress hallucination or her body giving out on her. “Do you… remember what happened in the classroom?”

“I mean, my phone died on me when I tried to call Mom and tell her I was right. After that the ghost showed up again-” Dani paused, turning to look at Tucker. “You said something about the desk. I had shoved Sam out of the way when the desk was thrown at us, and you said…” Tucker said the desk had gone through her. 

“It didn’t just ‘nearly miss you,’” Tucker said, his whole face pale and serious as he nervously patted at her blanket covered legs. “It looked- Shit, Dani, it looked like suddenly everything about you was see-through for a second and the desk flew straight through you. Like- Like you weren’t even there.” 

“That wasn’t the only weird thing.” Sam’s grip tightened on her, Dani nervously sipping her water because a part of her knew what was coming next. She remembered what came next. “When that ghost had grabbed you and then dropped you, you… Dani, it looked like you suddenly just froze right before you hit the ground. Like gravity just stopped for you.” 

Yeah. She remembered falling, of thinking about swings and trampolines and what came after the fall, and then she remembered… She wasn’t sure how to explain what she remembered, but the closest she could ever come was that she no longer felt like she had been falling, but like she had been suspended in that moment at the peak of the jump — the single second before gravity kicked in when everything still felt like freedom. 

“I think-” Sam stopped, swallowing nervously and looking to Tucker, who shook his head and then shrugged helplessly. 

“I know I joked about the whole superpowers thing, but, uh… I think it’s possible that portal did more to you than just give you some heart and breathing problems.” 

“Like what?” Dani blurted out, refusing to even consider what Tucker had just said about- Nope! Not thinking about it! “Guys, you saw what it did. It stopped my heart and basically shredded it, it fucked with my lungs so bad I can barely walk from one end of the block to the other- Hell, most of my doctors are shocked that I can even walk, and now- Now you’re acting like it- Like it-!”

Overwhelmed, upset, and angry, Dani didn’t even think before she was giving a short scream and throwing the water bottle she had been holding against her wall with as much force as she could. It didn’t so much as spill and somehow that, more than anything else, was what had Dani crying between her two best friends. 

“I don’t- I don’t want this.” Her body was trashed, she kept having nightmares and panic attacks, now she was hearing voices and feeling things and now- Now-! “Whatever’s happening, I don’t want it!” 

Later, maybe, Dani would feel bad about sobbing her heart out as her friends held her between them like it could actually keep her safe. (Probably not, though. Those two had already seen the worst of her, just like she had seen the worst of them.) 

As it was, Dani wasn’t sure how much time passed before she started calming down, Sam reaching her an insane amount of tissues and Tucker crawling off her bed to get her another water and then one of her old stuffed animals off the dresser. She was grateful neither of them mentioned how hard she squeezed it when it was set in her lap. 

“Okay.” Dani winced at her voice, taking a few gulps of water to get rid of the rasp. She was thankful all over again for her friends when they only waited quietly for her to continue. “Okay. What happened after all that? I remember using some of the tech my parents made, and that Tucker stole, to… get rid of it?” 

“I think it was more like you trapped it?” Tucker sounded half like he was explaining and half like he was asking. “It looked like something out of Ghostbusters, man. But, uh, that was about when you collapsed.”

“It was also around the time your parents showed up,” Sam said, giving her a squeeze. “We’re not really sure if we managed to really explain everything well, though. We were a little panicked.”

“Sam was crying,” Tucker said, signing his death warrant. “But I mean, I was too, so I probably didn’t do much better.” Ah, but at least he was honest.

“We did give that thing, whatever it was, to your parents after we kind of explained what was happening. The four of us managed to get you back here and your parents have been down in their lab since then, so I guess whatever was in there was…”

“Real,” Tucker finished, the word sounding so heavy and serious considering what all had been said before it. “We haven’t called Jazz yet, either.”

“Oh, thank God,” Dani sighed in relief, clutching her stuffed owl tighter. (It was a weighted toy that was made with a bunch of galaxy print material. Jazz had made it for her a few years ago and it was, so far, the best thing she had ever been given for her birthday. Although she still refused to tell Jazz she had secretly named it Athena.) “That gives me time to make it seem like it wasn’t that bad.” Because it wasn’t like her parents would tell Jazz anything of what happened, likely because they wouldn’t even think too. 

“I mean, it kind of was that bad,” Tucker pointed out, frowning at her and nudging the water bottle back into her hands until she took a few more sips. It was kind of funny how much of a mother hen he was when she or Sam were hurt or sick. “Like, that was traumatizing. I’d be saying we probably need therapy if we’d ever be able to find a therapist that would believe us- Hey, when will Jazz be licensed?” 

“It’s gonna be a bit,” Dani snorted, shaking her head. “And yeah, it was- Yeah. That was bad, but also I don’t-” The desk had gone through her. Her body had stopped and floated a few inches off the ground. A ghost had attacked them. “I’m not. Sure, yet. What to do with all of… that.” 

“I don’t think any of us are,” Sam finally said, moving only enough that she could meet Dani’s eyes. “But I don’t think it’s going away, either.” 

No. 

Dani didn’t think it was something that would go away, either.

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Finally certain that her entire household was safely asleep, Dani kept herself as quiet as possible as she made her way towards the basement — towards the lab — that was now finally empty. 

She might have tried to sneak in sooner, but in the end it had taken about four hours before Sam and Tucker felt comfortable leaving her for the night, both of them promising that they would be back to check on her tomorrow. 

She had been right, too, that her parents hadn’t told Jazz anything of what happened at school. She had to assume, at least, since Jazz hadn’t said anything and had acted normal during dinner. (Then again, her parents had skipped out on dinner, so it could have been they didn’t tell Jazz because they just didn’t see her. It had also been another reason it had taken Dani so long to sneak out down to the lab.) 

Either way, everyone in her house was finally asleep and there was no one to stop her from standing right in front of the Portal. (She didn’t care if her parents gave it some fancy name and acronym. It had almost killed her and so she got to call it whatever the hell she wanted.)

“So you actually work, huh?” It was her first time being back down in the lab since her accident and the Portal, instead of a bunch of soldered metal and wires built with desperation and looking like an empty tunnel, glowed. It was the only word she had for it. Like something out of a science fiction novel or, hell, even Doctor Who, the front of the portal no longer showed an empty metal tunnel, but- Hell, how did she even describe it? 

The best she had was that it was like a bunch of fog had been captured and put inside before it had been turned a radioactive green with the use of some high-powered lights. It was also like there was some sheen or film over the fog that kept it from escaping the tunnel, instead swirling around and moving like it would seep out and fill the whole place if given half a chance. 

Taking a few steps closer, Dani was surprised at how angry she suddenly felt. It wasn’t like she could be blamed, though! Thanks to it she was looking at irreparable damage for the rest of her life, and that wasn’t even mentioning… everything else. 

“What did you do to me?” She hadn’t been aware she had even asked the question until she heard it echoing in the empty lab. The helpless, quiet way the words echoed back to her did nothing but make her angrier. “What did you do to me?” 

If this was before, then Dani would have given up and gone back to bed and dealt with whatever shitty hand she had been dealt. But she wasn’t just Dani, anymore. She was Danny, too, and Danny wanted some fucking answers. 

“I’m not going to just- To just sit back and wait until my whole entire life starts falling apart!” Because he had fought a ghost that day and he had- He had done things that he shouldn’t have been able to do. “This isn’t some comic book or- Or TV show! This is my life!” It was his life. It was his life, any yet somehow he felt as if he had been turned into some kind of- Shit, he didn’t even know! He was just so- So-! 

“This isn’t fair!” Screaming the words because when had someone ever actually listened to him in his house, Danny didn’t realize his hand had smacked into something until he saw a familiar metal cylinder that looked like a thermos falling towards the ground. There was no time to catch it before it hit, strips of light around the edges flashing from green to red as he heard something inside it click. 

There was a sudden flash of light, as if a high-beam flashlight had suddenly been flicked on and then turned right back off, before a glowing figure was floating a couple of inches off the ground. It took a delayed second for Danny to not only blink the spots out of his eyes, but to realize he was staring at the lunch lady ghost from earlier who was staring right back at him. 

Before he could so much as open his mouth, the actual real life ghost in front of him suddenly flew towards the Portal and right into the swirling green fog. Danny was running after her before he could take the time to think what he would do if he even could catch her, but stopped inches away from the Portal itself. 

Slowly, carefully, he raised a hand and held it an inch or two away from whatever it was that was swirling around inside. A part of him wanted to plunge his hand in and see what happened, but… He didn’t know what would happen. All he knew was that the ghost he had seen and fought had not only been real, but she had gone into the Portal. 

Did that mean there were more ghosts on the other side of wherever it led? Were there more ghosts over there that could do all the things that lunch lady ghost could? Except whatever was over there- They weren’t just ghosts. She had been able to talk to them and understand them and get angry and- Shit. She had been flying, and going through things, and levitating objects as big as a desk, and she had been able to touch him. She had been able to lift him. 

He… He had been inside when the Portal turned on. With his hand inches away from something that could lead him into a whole other world, he was really realizing, for the first time, that he had been inside there when the energy ripped through him. He had been inside a forming portal between his world and one where a bunch of ‘ectoplasmic entities’ lived — resided? Formed? 

Whatever anger he had from earlier was gone, nothing left except for Dani standing there and feeling lost and helpless as she whispered, “What did you do to me?” 

The only answer she got was silence and a sense of dread that whatever changes had started happening to her… 

They weren’t over.

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but with more agony

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"Are you kidding me?"

I joined him at his shoulder. I didn’t feel safe standing beside him. Before us was an empty elevator shaft. Two pairs of thick, taut wires strung up before us plunged into the darkness below. Evan took a step forward and placed his hand on the edge of the elevator doorframe. He leaned over just an inch to look down at the drop below. I didn’t dare. I wasn’t scared of heights, but I was definitely concerned about falling. I didn’t consider myself a steady enough person to not accidentally tumble to certain doom. But I could visualize it, in my mind’s eye. Seven stories down. That was some drop.

-Drop-

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What Bendy fans don't want to tell you is that the real villain of the series is actually those damn elevators that always seem to put characters in horrible situations at the worst possible times. This has happened at least 4 times so far and I don't see it stopping any time soon.

So I wanted to draw one of those moments. "Elevator Drop" fits the prompt well. I went with one of the scenes from Fade To Black because I think redoing the BATIM Chapter 3 scene would be, predictable? Maybe that's not the word. "To be expected" would be more appropriate. There's also the BATDR Chapter 3 scene but I've already decided on doing the FTB one.

This scene is like those moments when something happens to you and you reflect on what happened to you and what could have happened to you and you're like "wow that could have happened to me" and for a second it's like, something to think about until it hits you and you go

"oh".

So yeah, if it wasn't for Rose, Evan would be dead! Damn! Gosh dang! Yikes,even! (or maybe, Yikes evan! haha ​​get it)

Also this isn't one of my best attempts at perspective. But in the end I have to accept that sometimes the results I expect aren't going to be 100% to my liking and that I have to settle for what I have. (And I did NOT want to redo the whole drawing, no sire.)

(P.S: Looking back, maybe the drawing is just a bit inaccurate to the scene. Sorry chat. 😔)

[yoonieper]

Are you going to update your current FTB posting schedule since it’s been delayed? I know you haven’t been as active so I’m just wondering if you plan on sticking to the schedule you originally planned or are looking to updating it.

Not gonna lie I put it on my calendar as a reminder for the new chapters since I sometimes forget with how busy life gets and I’m sure you’ve been quite busy as well. Take your time and put yourself first 💖

Yes I will be once I figure it out! I was going to wait till after part 6 is posted so I can plan and discuss with my betas how we plan to move forward! I’m unfortunately a little more busy than I usually am during a semester (my classes just all want to give me work every week for some reason). I feel so bad for the lack of updates (part 8 should have come out today :’D), but I’m doing what I can when I have time + trying to coordinate with betas!

Also UPDATE! I’ve made some nice progress editing part 6, currently just waiting for betas to finish up then I can move to the final stage of editing 🙂‍↕️😘~~

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Happy 3 years to From the Beginning. It feels like just yesterday my upstead writing journey was beginning and I was posting chapter 1 of this fic. How time flies. Love you long time, FTB

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I should be...80% done with the new Bangtan Gal chapter. FTB chapters are almost done too!

So updated chapters are coming! I kind of hope I can aim for this week. Hope it goes well! Some Bangtan Gal chapters may be short. Some may be long. But I hope you still enjoy what is written as I update.

I hope you enjoy the JenKook MC moments!

I gotta work hard for the following birthday chapter/first time with JenKook after this update.

[ftb-dafanfiction]

Small update - FtB's next chapter may be slightly delayed due to a combination of things, including irl work, making sure I get this chapter juuuuuuust the way I want it (this one is a critical one to get right)...

...and also a new fandom obsession that won't leave my brain, lol. XD

So much so, in fact, that it's becoming a new fic already. Naturally.

And since you guys are the best readers in the world (and I sincerely mean that), I'm offering you a small teaser about it below, in case you might be interested in following it in between FtB updates. If you are, read on. If not, no worries. :D

It will be, quite possibly, the most chaotic fanfic I've ever written, as well as the first true crossover fic I've ever created. But I think it's just the kind of "different" I could use for a mental refresh, which seems somewhat needed right about now.

The one half of this crossover is from the Star Trek fandom, specifically Star Trek: Voyager, which is my fave of the TV series. I've just recently started re-watching after 20-ish years or so of not watching any Trek at all, and I'm having a blast. Which I usually don't do in the sci-fi genre.

The other half of the crossover is...

...wait for it...

Kingdom of Heaven.

I've always been a medieval history buff, and despite the inaccuracies, I still love this film. Especially its portrayal of this guy:

Hopefully, you can see where this is going already. ;)

Similarly to FtB, this fic will be in the vein of "modern person thrown back in time", but with a significant surprise twist that I hope makes the fic unique in both fandoms.

Let me know what you think, and if you're part of either of these two fandoms, too! You're most certainly welcome to join me on this little side tangent. :D

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Bad Batch Bingo square, ‘Confessions’.

Former Jedi Padawan Phee lives rent free in my head.

Some long overdue conversations happen.

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Bumped the rating to Teen which I should have done a ways back.

CW: Mention of blood and injury, and healing thereof. This is an FTB but there's mention of sex and birth control.

[theguardiansseries]

From the Beginning - Chapter 1: Click

Whew. Okay. I believe this is the part where I once said Bonjour, mes chers! A lot of growth and change has happened since I greeted you all like that (like the fact my name is now Andrew! and I was very much not a girl!). Well, if you've read the title of this post then you know what's happening, but... Today is the 20th anniversary of Danny Phantom and I figured there was no better time for a story revival (ha! get it?) to celebrate the show that ended up changing my life and leading me to make the friendships that changed my life. I hope you'll forgive some of my sappiness, but I hope you guys enjoy this story for, what I hope, will be the last and final time!

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Rating: Teen Audiences

Summary:

Dani Fenton (who is sometimes starting to go by Danny Fenton) is a fifteen-year-old almost sophmore who was just going about her normal life when she figured out she sort of liked being seen as a boy. Oh, then he (he had definitely been a he at the time) got shocked by a machine his parents built to view into another world that they believed contained a world of 'ecotplasmic entities.'

Danny really isn't sure how to tell them that they were right and that he was in the machine when it turned on and that maybe he isn't so human anymore. (He might also not be a girl anymore, but that one was a little more difficult to explain than the fact that he ((she?)) might be half-ghost.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54944266

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Chapter 1: Click

Thumbs dragging across the fabric of a worn dress that probably should have been replaced a couple of years ago, Dani sighed and wondered, for the fifth time in the last half hour, what she was doing. Her sigh then turned into a short scream as the partition she was behind rattled enough to give her a heart attack. “Sam!” 

“C’mon, it doesn’t take that long to switch from a dress to some shirts and jeans!” Sam called over the partition that she at least caught and fixed before it fell over. “And hey, I could have been Tucker for all you know.” 

Dani snorted, dropping the dress onto a chair already filled with clothes and fixing up the jeans that had been shoved into her arms, along with the two shirts that had also been forcibly shoved into her arms. “You actually think I’d believe that you would let Tucker get within five feet of either one of us changing?” 

“Hey!” Laughing again at Tucker’s offended scoff, Dani felt a lot more normal and calm as she put on the shirts next, first a button up and then a regular t-shirt, struggling to not get her hair caught under them like she somehow always managed to do. She should probably think about cutting it, but her mom loved seeing her baby girls with long hair and all of that. “I think you need to be focusing on the important thing here, you two, and that’s the fact that we’ve been cursed.” 

Rolling her eyes, Dani listened as Sam groaned while probably doing the same. “Yeah? And how are we cursed this week, Tuck?” 

“Are you kidding? How are we not cursed?! Not only is July almost over — our very summer — but now we’re about to enter into the horror that is our sophomore year! We won’t have the grace period that we had as freshmen!” 

Dani poked her head out from behind the partition, still not totally sure she wanted to come out from behind the hideous pink and floral thing Sam’s mom had probably bought for her, but needing to make her point. “We had a grace period?” Because as far as she remembered their freshman year had been absolutely miserable. 

Tucker, as usual, ignored her and kept talking. “And now, here on what could have been one of the best summer days of the year, is a thunderstorm.” The universe, because she had perfect timing and loved to mock Tucker, had the storm rattling with a clap of thunder and a flash of lightning that sent all three of them jumping — except Tucker. He screamed. “Ugh! This is why no one likes thunderstorms!”

Before Dani could really get into the defense of thunderstorms, Sam was rattling the partition again and looking her dead in the eye before Dani escaped back behind it. “Hey, I saw that! C’mon, you can’t hide behind this thing all day.” 

“Watch me,” Dani grumbled, staring down at herself and her layered shirts and faded jeans that probably cost way more than anything Dani owned because Sam had been the one to buy it, and some mismatched socks. “Alright. Fine. I’m coming.” 

“Ah! One more thing!” Seeing something tossed over, Dani scrambled to catch it, pausing at seeing it was her NASA logo hat that matched the shirt she had been forced into (and was definitely keeping no matter how this went). “Since you didn’t want to cut your hair.” 

“Mom would’ve freaked if I came home with hair as short as you wanted to cut it,” Dani pointed out around the brim she had shoved in her mouth, already working to tie up all of her hair before moving to tuck it under the hat. 

Sucking in a deep breath, and reminding herself that it was only Sam and Tucker in the room, Dani stepped out from behind the changing area. If it all went wrong she was at least certain in the knowledge that she could disown Sam and bury Tucker alive at the cemetery. The two wouldn’t even be angry at her for it, either, they would have known that they deserved it. 

“Alright,” Dani sighed, shuffling forward and absently scuffing her foot against the floor to kick up the cuff of the jeans on her right leg. They were a lot baggier than the kind she was used to. “Okay. So… how do I look, then?” It honestly wasn’t that bad of an outfit seeing as Sam had picked it out. 

It wasn’t what she usually wore, but from the relaxed jeans and scuffed up NASA hat to the black NASA shirt and blue button up, she… She thought she looked pretty okay. A glance up had her shoulders dropping, Tucker grinning and Sam near beaming. 

A moment passed and then Sam cleared her throat, putting on her best announcer voice, “Ladies, gentleman, all those in between or outside of, and Tucker, I present to you… Danny with a y Fenton!” Tucker gave a polite audience clap, Dani’s — Danny’s — nervousness starting to be replaced by exasperated fondness for her (his? should she be using he/him/his and all of that instead now?) friends. They were idiots, but they were her idiots. His idiots. (Hm. Weird, but not bad.)

“You guys don’t think it’s too much?” Danny finally asked, picking at the sleeves and re-adjusting the hat even though it rested on his head and covered up his long hair perfectly. “I mean… I’m fine with being a girl, still.” 

Danny was only there because Sam had gotten on a new research kick that involved learning about the LGBTQ+ community when questioning some of her own labels. It had ended with her dragging both her and Tucker down into a rabbit hole of queer history and self-help advice and ended with her thinking that maybe being a him for a bit wouldn’t be so bad. (Apparently it wasn’t normal to look at your body some days and hate it. But it was only some days!)

“I mean. You guys know how I always dressed. Skirts and dresses and things. Isn’t this kind of a big change? Like… extreme?” The name was at least the same, which wasn’t that big of a change and made it kind of easier. The outfit, though, made him look- Well. It made him look like a guy. A good sports bra paired with two shirts did a really good job of making him look pretty flat, too. (It probably helped that he hadn’t exactly hit a growth spurt, yet.)

“It is not extreme.” Sam frowned, pointing at the bed with a firm, “Sit.” She then crossed her arms, drew herself up, and made both Danny and Tucker groan in misery.

Danny threw himself onto the bed with a pout, glancing at Tucker with a quiet, “I thought summer meant we were supposed to be done with lectures.” Tucker snorted, only stopping when Sam gave him a sharp glare. 

The two settled down, Sam eyeing them closely before nodding and starting to speak, “I know I’ve told you about the term genderfluid before, but I’ll go over it again since you probably didn’t pay attention the first time.” Well. That was mean but true. 

Sam launched into her explanation, Danny completely tuned out by the second sentence. It was only Tucker giving him a nudge that kept his brain from turning off completely. A careful glance over at him showed he was smiling — one of his fond smiles that he pretended he didn’t have.

“You know,” Tucker whispered, “You do look pretty good as a guy. And Sam knew what she was doing, making you a walking billboard for NASA.” 

Choking down a snort of laughter, Danny nudged Tucker back with a quick, “Thanks, Tuck.” While Sam was one thing considering how she lived and breathed activism, Tucker was always a harder sell on ‘new’ things. To find him so supportive of something even Danny found weird, still? It was nice. It was good. It was- Shit. Sam was glaring at them silently. “Uh… Yes?”

“How did you two even manage to move on to sophomore year,” Sam groaned, rolling her eyes and leaning against a bedroom wall. “Alright, listen up you nerds.” Rude. “Until Dani, or Danny, figures out what they like best, whether that be female, male, or something else, we can just say it’s a new tomboy look he’s trying out.” 

Sam paused from her lecture, know-it-all attitude fading for their usual Sam. “By the way, how are the pronouns? I know you said you were worried about getting used to them.” 

“Oh, uh…” Trailing off, Danny rubbed at the back of his neck, giving a nervous smile as he looked down at the floor. “It’s weird, really weird, but… good.” It was such a stark contrast, but it felt right - at least for that moment. He wasn’t sure how he’d feel once he left Sam’s bedroom, the most accepting place on earth, but for now… “I like it.” 

“Hey!” Tucker slapped Danny’s arm, the sting making him yelp and jerk before he was swatting Tucker back. Tucker, the idiot, didn’t even seem to notice as he beamed. “This means I have a brother now!” Yeah, great, but why did he need to be hit for that? “And you know what brothers do…?”

“Wha-” Oh. Oh no. “No- No, no, no, Tuck, there is no way-” Danny didn’t even get to finish before Tucker was pouncing on him and wrapped around his shoulders. 

“Brothers sneak other brothers into their parent’s awesome super secret lab.” Why? Why oh why had Danny’s best friend turned out to be a geek obsessed about science labs and ‘mad science.’ 

“You know it’s not a super secret lab,” Danny groaned, not even trying to wiggle free. He knew when he was beat. “We have open hours to come to the lab some days.” 

Tucker nodded, as if he truly understood, and then immediately asked, “Does today have open hours?”

Throwing himself back on the bed, and dragging Tucker with him, Danny whined and called out for Sam. “Sammy, you gotta do something. He’s being obsessive again!” 

“Hey, I’ve done my best friend duty for today by giving you a new look.” Evil. His friends were evil. “Plus you know he’s just going to keep asking.” 

“I will,” Tucker agreed, wiggling closer to hug him tighter. “I will absolutely keep asking at least fifteen times a day — thirty if it’s a weekend.” 

Shoving Tucker off, Danny wiggled and struggled to get to his feet before he was standing up with a loud, dramatic, defeated sigh. “Fine- Fine. We can go check out my parents’ lab-” 

The enthusiastic cheer from Tucker and the smug, taunting look from Sam were completely unwarranted. It took a long moment of Danny reminding himself that he loved his idiots and would gladly kill for them if necessary. It took a long, long moment. 

As always, though, he caved and hid a smile and walked towards the door, trying to complain through his smile as he called back to them. “C’mon, then. If you wanna go see the lab then you get to go through this storm, first.” Ah. Tucker’s misery. It was a good addition to the day. 

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Taking a moment to enjoy the rain and the pounding thunder around him, Danny gave a soft sigh as he finally unlocked his front door, pushed it open, and quickly stepped aside. It was an effort not to laugh as Sam and Tucker nearly shoved each other to the floor in their rush to get inside and out of the rain. Babies. 

Glancing back up at the sky, Danny grinned at the bolts of lightning that seared their way across the sky, lighting up the entire world for just a few seconds. He hadn’t had the chance to lecture Tucker back in Sam’s room, but storms were the best. He probably could have stayed out there for another hour, at least, before he felt himself dragged inside where it was dry, Tucker throwing an arm around his shoulder. 

“I’m gonna level with you here, dude.” Tucker stared at him seriously, ramping up the dramatics as always. “Our friend group needs balance. I’m the tech obsessed one, right? Sam - she’s the nature obsessed one. You are the normal one that keeps this friend group from falling into chaos and killing each other.” 

Danny rolled his eyes, patting at Tucker’s chest. “Trust me, buddy, it wouldn’t be killing each other. It would be Sam killing you.” Slipping away at the offended scoff, Danny adjusted his hat before retrieving the towels that Jazz obsessively kept in the front hall for storms and rainy days. He could never tell her that he found them helpful. 

“Here,” Danny said, throwing a towel at each of them before taking one for himself. “Try to dry off before we go down into the lab. Water and exposed wires and papers do not mix — something I’ve found out the hard way.” Age eight was a terrible year to have been born a Fenton, Danny had discovered. “You know, you’re lucky they’re still out at that stupid science convention thing of theirs.”

Tucker grinned, pausing from where he was trying to brush the water off the waterproof yellow hoodie that Danny was pretty sure he never took off. The ridiculous pockets alone made sure that all of his ‘tech babies’ would be safe from the world. Shame it wouldn’t save them from Sam pouring a glass of water into the pockets if Tucker ever got too out of line. (She had done it, once, after making sure he had recently backed everything up and then bought him brand new versions of everything that was lost.) “Dude. Why do you think I asked you to take us to the lab today- Wait. Is your sister home?”

Oh. This was too good an opportunity. “Dunno,” Danny said after a moment of ‘thought.’ “You know what, let me check.” Clearing his throat, Danny raised his voice, “Hey, Jazz! I’m back! I’m also taking Tucker and Sam into the basement which is usually off limits to look at dangerous equipment that still has exposed wires! If you want to stop me then you should say something now!”

Tucker gave a horrified, panicked squeak while Sam smothered laughter into her fist, shoulders shaking. Danny gave Tucker a few seconds to panic before laughing and shaking his head, “Relax. Jazz is at the library doing some work for her college classes or something. She won’t be back until dinner at least.”

“Jesus, give me a heart attack,” Tucker groaned, near collapsing in on himself in his dramatics. Sam, at least, still seemed amused. 

“They really left you guys on your own for a week? Didn’t you almost burn your house down one time when they did that?”

“Hey, we were young and impressionable children when that happened,” Danny pouted at her, holding it for a few seconds before laughing. “Besides, we didn’t burn the house, we almost exploded the house. Totally different thing.” 

“Totally,” Tucker snorted, shoving at Danny’s shoulder. “C’mon, let’s go already! When else am I ever gonna get a chance to study their tech and poke at it to see how it works? This is the lab of ghost researchers after all!”

“Probably why you shouldn’t get your hopes up,” Danny snorted, even as Tucker raced to the kitchen and the bulky steel door that led down to the lab they kept in their basement. Honestly, Danny was almost completely certain that a basement lab wasn’t technically legal. “You know the code?”

“Same code for your guys’ lock with the extra key outside,” Tucker laughed, the sound of beeping soon followed by the deep, menacing sound of heavy-duty locks being released. Danny took a moment to appreciate the horror/sci-fi movie that was his life before letting Tucker rush down the stairs first, Sam following at a much more calm pace. 

Half-following after them, Danny took a moment to look around the near spotless kitchen. The only spot that wasn’t clean and empty of items was a little pile of chips and snack cakes, a note from Jazz resting on top of the pile and dictating that ‘she’ needed to remember to eat. (She should probably tell Jazz about the whole genderfluid ‘trying out being a guy’ thing soon. Maybe once she figured out if it was going to stick around or not.)

Swiping the note and a bag of chips, she (he! it was he right now) shoved the note in his pocket and headed down the stairs after his friends as he got ready to munch on his new snack. As always, the clean kitchen tile and wooden walls faded abruptly in favor of strong metal stairs and former wood walls made of the same metal as the stairs. 

It had once been cool to learn that they had their own lab in the basement and the entire lab had been built to contain radiation and prevent any possible spreading. Jazz had then taught him that having a place to contain radiation meant that there was radiation to contain. He hadn’t grown extra fingers or heads yet, though, so it was probably okay for the most part - especially since his parents hadn’t been down in the lab for almost two weeks. 

Getting to the bottom of the stairs, Danny didn’t even get to open his bag of chips before almost running into Sam. He pouted, giving her a nudge, “Hey, there’s more than just the entryway here, you know.”

“I don’t know about you, but I don’t want any part in that,” Sam said, gesturing straight ahead. Danny peeked out around her and wasn’t sure whether to laugh or groan as he saw Tucker being, well… Tucker. 

His idiot best friend since preschool was just about buried in half-finished inventions and exposed wires that were already twisted around him. They were probably ready to strangle him out of pure spite, especially since everytime Danny came near the lab he was shocked by them. 

The wires did nothing to slow Tucker down, though, his friend a swirl of yellow and green as he moved around the lab and tried to put his hands on every shiny thing that he could. Sam probably had the right idea in staying back. 

“You know, there’s some cool research stuff about ancient ghosts or something on that table way over there out of the line of fire, usually. You wanna-” Danny paused, blinking as Sam was already halfway across the room. Normally she would look menacing crossing a room with such a determined expression, especially with her outfits usually equating to little more than a black hole, but, well. A dripping teenage girl with a white fluffy towel draped around her shoulders did little to scare people.

Shaking his head and dropping his chips and own towel on the stairs, Danny headed over to make sure Tucker wasn’t about to die. He was almost positive that, as he got closer, he could hear Tucker muttering engineering and coding type things under his breath. It was as funny as it was worrying. 

“Remember you promised to not try and hack into government files until you’re eighteen.” Danny threw an arm around Tucker’s shoulders, dragging him back from a table of slightly sparking parts. “Also, while you’re at it, maybe try not to electrocute yourself while you’re down here.” 

“I’m not gonna electrocute myself,” Tucker snorted, batting him away before turning to beam at him. “But c’mon. I mean — look at all this stuff! They’re making technology that shouldn’t exist!”

“Uh huh.” Danny didn’t have the heart to tell him that none of it worked. “Just, uh… be cautious of anything that looks like it could kill you, okay? Half of this stuff isn’t even complete, yet. Just focus on stuff like- Here! Focus on stuff like- Fuck!” 

Tucker barked out a wheezy laugh as Danny jumped back from the stupid fucking device that had zapped him enough to hurt. Tucker’s laugh was doing little to raise Danny’s spirits, too. “Sorry, Danny, but if anyone’s getting electrocuted today it’s probably gonna be you.” 

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Danny grumbled, shaking his hand out and moving away from anything that even so much as looked like it could hurt him. “I’m telling you guys, this lab is out to get me.”

“You think the world is out to get you,” Sam laughed, walking back over to them and looking at all the other papers scattered around. “Okay, so… how does all of this work? Like, okay, secret lab, crazy inventions, and all of it… leads to ghosts? How?”

“Jeez, Sammy, ask the hard questions,” Danny whined, moving to pull himself up on a table and sit. Sam did the same thing on the table across from him and Tucker went back to rifling through tech like the trash goblin he was. “Okay, so… it’s kind of complicated? If you want to be really proper about it and junk, they take part in biological studies to research the development and recreation of ectoplasm and the theorized existence of ectoplasmic entities.”

“Hang on.” Tucker paused, arms full as he looked back at them. “Ectoplasm is that slimy junk that ghosts throw up on people, isn’t it?” 

“No- And stop shoving stuff into your pockets! You’re enough of a walking fire hazard as it is!” Honestly, Danny wouldn’t be surprised if Tucker one day pulled out an actual laptop from those pockets. “Ectoplasm as in, like, an actual element that they’re working on proving to the scientific community at large.”

“They get funding for something like that?” Sam looked down at the papers she had been looking at, expression flat. “This all looks like absolute gibberish — and that’s without counting all the scientific terms.” 

“I mean, it is basically gibberish until they get the proof they need,” Danny shrugged, looking over his shoulder. “That’s why I told you that me and Jazz were outright banned from being in the lab the last couple months. It’s because they were building that.”

Danny pointed over towards the way he had been looking, turning back to see his friends’ shocked expressions. In their defense, it really was something unnoticed until attention was called to it. It was, as his parents like to call it, their ‘life’s work.’

While his parents really were trying to prove that ectoplasm was an actual element, their true focus was to study the entities that were supposedly made of it. There were sometimes months at a time where his parents disappeared into the lab and Danny had been chased out with stern lectures and disappointed looks. After their last spree of inventing, Danny made sure to only come down to the lab and look at what they were doing when he was sure they were asleep. 

Their latest project wasn’t technically their ‘latest,’ either. It was something that they had been working on since Danny was in second or third grade, but it was only in the last few months they had started making progress on ‘their greatest invention.’ 

“Dude… what is that?” Tucker looked like he wanted to run over and pick it apart with nothing but his teeth and nails. Danny made sure to slide off the table he was sitting on and shuffle to stand in front of him so he could at least try to block him when he snapped and went feral. 

“I mean, me and Jazz started calling it a portal, but I think the real term they gave it was the EMD or, uh…” Shit, he had just been thinking about it last night, too. What- Oh, right. “The Ectoplasmic Monitoring Device. It’s basically supposed to use radiation and electricity to form a sort of mirror that they can use to study ectoplasm which, so far as they’ve been able to tell, doesn’t naturally occur in our world.”

“The living world?” Sam crossed her arms and had on her skeptical look that she usually had when dealing with cheerleaders and kids who got caught cheating. “Meaning there’s another world?”

Sighing dramatically, Danny wandered over to the device and gave it a fond pat to the side, expertly avoiding the exposed wires. “If what my parents say is true, then there’s supposed to be another world parallel to our own that is made of ectoplasm. This device was supposed to make it so they’d be able to study that world.”

“Supposed to? What happened?” Tucker frowned as he started looking at all the data banks the portal was hooked up to, Danny leaving him to it. While Danny wasn’t a slouch himself when it came to math and science, he’d leave the actual inventing part up to Tucker, who was much better at it. 

“We don’t really know. They’ve been working on this since I was in second or third grade, I think.” The Portal, which came about after having a bit of a gaming marathon, was aptly named in Danny’s opinion. The thing was huge, created in the style of a hexagon just for structural stability, and had an eight foot long tunnel. It was definitely a portal. It was also off and silent as it always seemed to be. “They said they made a breakthrough a while ago, but I guess it wasn’t enough of one.”

Danny had to admit that they had done a lot of good work on it, though. Whereas before there had been nothing except a multitude of wires and a wireframe structure, now it looked like something more befitting a proper sci-fi movie. There were only a few panels that seemed to be missing and showed the wires and cables that held the portal together, but otherwise it looked like it should have been at least somewhat functional. 

“Danny, you know that this looks like the start of a horror movie,” Sam said, sounding like she was both scoffing and laughing. It probably would have been even funnier if she didn’t sound so right about it. Still, though… 

Unable to resist climbing over the foot-wide gap and into the portal itself, Danny let himself pretend for just a moment that he really was about to enter some grand new world where anything could happen. What would another world even be like? What would a ghostly world be like?

His parents could claim ectoplasmic entities all they wanted when it came to their studies and research, but what they were basically studying was ghosts. Maybe not the horror-comedy cult classic stuff that was around, but real, actual ghosts. What would a world like that really look like?

Would it be full of dead people and just that? Maybe there was old technology that no one used anymore and books no one ever read? Or maybe it was just an echo of Earth, but all twisted and flipped around. Whatever was out there, Danny had little doubt that it would be amazing. 

“You know, it’s kind of weird.” Tucker’s voice brought his attention back to the present, Danny glancing back to see the other was still at the data banks and looking through everything. “Everything’s plugged in, all the readings look good from what I’m seeing, and just… it should be working, but it’s like it just decided not to bother.” 

Danny couldn’t stop his laugh at that, waving around at the room at large. “Dude, they can say ectoplasmic entities all they want, but they’re basically chasing after ghosts.”

“Tilting at windmills,” Sam put in, grinning at the looks Danny and Tucker both shot her. “It means chasing what isn’t there. It was on our English final-”

“Is that what it means?” Tucker’s eyes widened and then he dropped his shoulders and groaned. “Got that one wrong, then.”

Danny snorted and rolled his eyes before stepping further into the Portal, catching a glimpse of Tucker messing with the screens and control area while Sam slipped over to fiddle with dials and levers that, pressed against the wall, fed into the machine itself. Not too worried about it, Danny looked around, absently hearing Tucker mutter about the unworking Portal being a bummer.

“Gotta agree with you there,” Sam called back to him, voice hard to hear from where Danny was standing. It almost reminded him of being inside a wind tunnel when he had been on a field trip with his class. “Could you imagine how cool it would be to explore an entire new world?”

Danny kept silent, but honestly he couldn’t agree more. It would have been amazing if his parents had been right for once and the Portal could one day work. They’d basically be able to explore a new planet.

Now far enough inside to be in the middle of it all, Danny almost continued forward before stopping dead in his tracks as something happened. It felt like being shocked without the pain of it all, breath knocked out of him and some sort of sharp sensation crawling down his spine and prickling at his skin. It was, to borrow his mom’s paranoid words, as if someone had stepped over his grave. 

His friends were still talking outside — he knew they were talking just outside the edge of the Portal — but from where he was standing it felt like he couldn’t hear anything except maybe his imagined heartbeat and quiet breaths. It was quiet enough that he was pretty sure his brain was trying to trick him into thinking someone was talking just so he had something to focus on.

It felt like an eternity of feeling like something was going to happen before the feeling faded away, Danny left confused and standing there before he heard his name called by what sounded like Tucker. Slowly taking a step back, Danny shook his head as he turned around. He was just walking around some scrap metal, as far as he was concerned. He was fine. In fact- Okay. Now Sam was loudly calling for him. 

“Hang on, hang on, I’m coming!” Quickly turning around, and immediately tripping over some exposed metal, Danny stumbled and swore before catching himself on the wall. It may have been scrap metal, but it was still a death trap, Danny supposed. 

Pushing himself off the wall, Danny stumbled again and paused as he felt something under his hand give, like whatever it was was being pressed inwards, a quiet click noise echoing softly throughout the Portal. Frowning in confusion, Danny turned to look at his hand before carefully twitching his fingers apart to form a gap he could look through. 

There, just barely visible through the light spilling in from the lab, was the plastic sheen of a green button. An imprinted word above it read ON. 

“Danny? You okay?” Sam’s voice, sounding worried, had Danny freezing in place even more as he turned to properly look at her. She had a small frown on her face, the beginnings of concern in her eyes and the lines around her mouth. “Hey, what’s wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost-”

The word cut off in the wake of a high pitched whine not unlike what he heard once before when a power generator had started turning on. It was a sound that made Sam’s eyes widen the same way Danny (no, this was definitely Dani, now, who was scared out of her mind) was sure her own had, trying not to laugh hysterically as the whine grew louder around them. She had no doubt that she really did look like she had seen a ghost. 

“Hey, guys?” Dani finally managed through the fear that felt like it was choking her, “I think I figured out why the portal wasn’t working.” 

The whine was loud enough that it seemed to deafen the entire world, Dani unable to hear Sam screaming what was probably her name. She couldn’t hear Tucker, either, the other coming into view and looking to be shouting something before he was wrapping around Sam and keeping her from running into the portal after her. 

It looked like the two were telling her to run, to get out, but Dani just… stood. It felt like she was frozen in place and unable to move no matter how much she tried or wanted it. She was stuck. 

And then it felt like everything happened in one second.

The screams of her friends faded, instead replaced with the sound an MRI machine would make; loud and heartstopping and terrifying. 

Rings of bright white light shone from the small gaps between the metal floor, walls, and ceiling, spreading across the Portal similar to a row of lights in a movie theater. 

The thought of running couldn’t seem to connect with her body, which was rigid straight and locked into place with all her weight still on the button. 

An imagined voice that, for just a moment, sounded like someone was telling Dani to take a deep breath. She didn’t bother fighting off the illusion, merely doing as told because was she about to die-?

A second passed and the thunderstorm was no longer outside but instead it was with her and directly above her and Dani only sucked in another deep breath as she felt the feeling that came right before a static shock only multiplied by a million-

A deep breath, two screaming voices, and Dani braced herself as the storm broke and lightning hit.

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me, whisping furiously to myself: you don't need to post all the chapters you have written for a story at once, you don't need to post all the chapters at once, you don't need to-

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Love yall asking for more of that random secret admirer thought like it isn’t public knowledge that I last posted a chapter for FTB three hundred and sixty days ago.

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Okay, so, I have 9 I-think-pretty-much-spoiler-free things to say about Bendy: Fade To Black (besides celebrating that I managed to finish a book in under a month even lacking ADHD meds for two-thirds of the story— huzzah! 🥹):

🎉🥳🎊 *Does the Vindicated Analyst/Theorist Dance until feet fall off* 🎶💃🏻🎶 Not even the TV studio's name spared me, eep! 💀🥂

That was so scary, emotional, and trippy, holy frick!! 😱😭😍 So, so, sooo gorgeously surreal— while still having the lore make sense!! Bravissimo~!

*Chews on every single especially repeated theme/imagery- and lore-heavy chapter like it's bubblegum* Simply delectable~! 📝🤩

I AND EVERYONE ELSE KNEW THIS WOULD GO HORRIBLY BUT NOOO! 💔

My list of Bendy characters I wanna hug is once again lengthened and still specifically excludes Nate Sr. *HARD side-eye*

MY BESTIE REALLY NEEDS TO WATCH A BATDR PLAYTHROUGH, THE PARTS I CAN'T FULLY GUSH ABOUT ARE KILLING ME!

Not only does my traumatized AuDHD butt feel once again represented but also. So called out, Jiminy Christmas lol… 😳😅😭

I have so many thoughts I have so many thoughts I have so many thoughts I have so many thoughts I have so many thoughts I have so many thoughts I have so many thoughts I have so many thoughts I have so many thoughts I have so many thoughts I have so many thoughts I have so many thoughts I have so many thoughts I have so many thoughts I have so many thoughts I have so many thoughts I have so many thoughts I have so many thoughts I have so many thoughts I have so many thoughts I hav—

Definitely adding at least one FTB-related fanart to the accidental full-series thought summary comic, rofl. 😝 Such vivid mental images, as always~! 💕

*Still vindication dancing even though sick*

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Soft Words from the Balcony Status

A final draft, prologue, and epilogue are currently being written for FTB!! The final draft will include an extra chapter, some more details about Albedo's stay in liyue, and some more angst. The prologue is currently being posted and is be kaebedo-centric and takes place a few years before albedo first goes to liyue. the epilogue will be about what xiao does following FTB, in mondstadt. because of the amount of writing and rewriting i have to do, there's no ETA on any of these pieces but trust that I will be posting in increments.

Thank you all for reading, and thank you especially for anyone who has reached out via tumblr dms/comments/public bookmarks. That's what keeps me writing!!

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FTB Part 6 Delay

Hey friends! I’ve been busy so I haven’t gotten time to answer asks or write this post a little sooner like I should have 😩 But part 6 will be delayed! Part 5 bleeding into part 6’s window messed up my schedule and I’ve been busy like I’ve mentioned so haven’t had time to edit :’) I don’t have an exact day in mind when I’ll get the chapter out but I promise friends it won’t be too long! I’ll be sure to update you guys when I have a day in mind but it should be out within the week! Sorry once again for the delay… hopefully I’ll be able to eventually get back on schedule :’)