#Halfa!trio Au

[miscmonstro]

"Can you watch the ki- er, parents while I take a nap? Thanks Dickie."

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 283

Now Jason would like it known that there was no mpreg situation going on. He isn’t even sure where people got that idea in the first place. Sure, he had taken a few Cores from the goons-in-white who had dared to set up in his turf. 

And sure maybe the excess energy from the pit (no wonder he’d been so irritable) was what said baby halfas (Okay, so they’re half human? Alright) had used to reform. And maybe the oldest is visibly less than a year old. 

But there Was No Mpreg Situation! He is this close to shooting someone! It was annoying (and slightly amusing) when it was just his goons, but now the Bats have seemingly got it in their heads! Dear Gotham it’s a good thing he’s not planning on like, ever revealing who he is because he would never be able to live this rumor down. 

[Winged Ghosts Au too, that seems to be getting lost in reblogs when it's just in the tags lol]

[hugsandchaos]

AU where Jazz is an only child and ends up becoming a halfa, but not from another portal incident. Not like Danny’s, at least. Where Jazz went straight to her parents, and now they’re doing their best to help her control her new powers. Where Jack playfully calls her ghost form “Jazz-O-Lantern”. Where Jazz tries to do little nice things when she can like a friendly ghost for the town. Where Jazz accidentally bumps into a kid she’s never seen before and finds it strange that her ghost sense goes off whenever he’s around.

Where the Everlasting Trio are from another town and ran away for Danny’s safety. Where the three of them figure out that Jazz is a halfa before she realizes that Danny’s also a halfa. Where Danny constantly runs from Jack and Maddie because they’re ghost hunters, where Danny tries to better help and teach Jazz. WHERE THERE’S QUEERPLATONIC EVERLASTING TRIO (one of my favorite parts, that’s why I’m yelling it).

[surelysilly]

once in awhile you get shown the light (in the strangest of places if you look at it right)

Good things come in threes. Bad things too. Everything will be the way it is supposed to be. (Danny, Sam, and Tucker don’t remember being human. And that’s okay. Until it isn’t.)

with nearly a decade of vague consciousness... i finally write something for my halfa trio au!!! and for invisobang 2024!!

I have lovely art created by my two artists: @mysteryhat21 and @evilfarmin for each chapter!! so exciting!!! please make sure to check them out, the art is amazing <3

[disorganizedkitten]

Fourteen year old Paranormal Enthusiasts and budding scientists Vlad Masters, Jack Fenton, and Maddie Walker enter Axiom labs alive and well. Things start to go wrong when one of the inventions blows up in Vlad’s face, though.

The hospital releases him three weeks later, but he isn’t the same.

Neither is Amity Park.

Vlad can’t tell his friends everything, but they all have questions. Why were Axiom labs shut down thirty years ago? Who are the GIW? Where are these monsters coming from? And, perhaps the most baffling, why does Jack’s ghost hunter uncle set off Vlad’s ghost sense?

[cat-bit]

Okay but picture

Danny's ghost form having Creature Features™️ to go with his ice core

Specifically lynx paws

LOOK AT THESE GOOBERS

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Afterlife Lessons Masterlist

For your convenience, all of the chapters linked below!

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Epilogue

[fairytale-of-fear]

More DP fanart, specifically my Halfa everlasting trio au. This time Halfa Sam and Liminal Valerie. A.K.A Lemures and Valkyrie.

Thoughts I had while making this were Lets Go Lesbians and “Girlfriends who threatened enemies together stay together”.

[kriber]

because i kept forgetting to do it earlier here are my pieces for the @dpauzine!!!! had a lot of fun working on these lil sticker and emoji sets :) check out the full zine here!

[glitchyk]

Okay we got a variant where Jack became the halfa but what if it was Maddie?

Brain is just bored and I know that the whole group kinda breaks up aside from the two who aren’t affected by the ecto-acne, so what if it was Maddie, since I kinda wanna see Vlad and Jack bicker over it, and see how they’d interact, because they both love her, and she’d be really affected by this

And also since she’s probably the most experienced ghost researcher in the whole trio, how would it affect her mentally along with physically?

Brain go brrrr as I half asleep

Halfa Maddie au when?/silly

[miscmonstro]

zap zap heres half your life back

I like to think of ectoplasm as a substance that does whatever it wants. Electrocution? Heat to the point of melting? Tearing something into chunks and reassembling it? Why not all three?

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 318

Danny is learning how to shapeshift. It’s fun, really, and he honestly thinks it’s more than a little cool. Plus it’s not a learn or you fully die sort of thing, which is pretty cool too. He just erm, might’ve also made a mistake. A little oopsie. An uh-oh. 

Erm. So. Apparently stuff stays when you go from ghost to human form. Just erm. More… permanent? Look he panicked, okay! And it wouldn’t have been that bad if not for the fact erm… his friends might’ve done it too…? 

Okay, okay, this is fine erm. Oh hi Mom, Dad I- O-oh yeah! D-definitely! Psst, Tucker, what’s a meta…? Oh. Okay yeah- wait can they use this to avoid the GIW thing? They definitely could, right? Like they definitely can- Sam we need the corkboard!

Er. And inform their parents too… even if it’s more than a little obvious. Maybe they shouldn’t have been trying to mix and match…

[daydreaming-bee]

I know that lots of people are obsessed with Danny as the Ghost King; I am also one of these people. But I also want more people to go into Tucker being a reincarnation of a pharaoh, maybe meeting some Egyptian Ghosts or Sam getting plant powers, because she was controlled by Undergrowth!

Or even better because of these encounters with ghosts overshadowing them, they become liminal or halfa’s. I just love thinking about the trio becoming more close because of this!

(Also if anyone has any AO3 fanfic recommendations along these lines please share)

[coldbronzemoon]

Stringing Electricity

Danny died in one quick second, brutal, agonizing, fast. There was no time to panic, to fear, to scream. The portal formed. Danny Fenton died. The end.

His friends were standing just outside the rip across planes. They wore no protections, had no time to turn away from the powerful blast of energy and emotion that had just swallowed their friend whole. The whole lab was green and burning bright; a localized explosion of power.

Of course such close proximity would have consequences. The prototype of two decades past did, and it was barely a speck of dust compared to the strength of the newest dimensional portal. It would be a miracle, escaping change when standing in the nearest radius of harm.

Sam and Tucker didn’t think of it at the time. How could they? They were a bit busy screaming at the sight of Danny’s collapsed, smoking body, and then busy screaming at him getting back up. It was a trying night. It was the most trying, terrible night any of them had ever experienced.

So, that had to be why Sam felt sick, her hands shaking and her heart in her throat. That had to be why when Tucker breathed in the air felt ragged, burning, like gasping after choking, why his muscles twitched and jumped. That’s why his head hurt like something had been stabbed through his temple. They were scared. They were worried.

Their best friend had just died and stood back up. Now wasn’t the time for them to wallow in their own feelings.

Hauling his shaky body up the stairs two times was hard. Danny gasped and heaved and cried. He was cold, so cold, and shocking to the touch. His eyes gleamed in the low light of a quiet house. He clung to them like a lifeline, his fingers stiff and grip unyielding.

(“I’m going to call—” Tucker had started, hushed, eyes wet and bright.

“Please don’t,” whispered Danny, His voice was distant, echoing. “Please don’t, please, please, please—”

Tucker didn’t call the Fenton parents. He didn’t call 911. He didn’t call anyone.)

They dropped him on the bed, took pajamas from his closet, and told him to try to change out of the HAZMAT suit. Terrible fucking suit, Tucker thought, since it didn’t even protect him. There wasn’t a suit in the world that could have protected Danny, and he knew that. He couldn’t help the anger, sharp and crackling, that sat in his chest.

While Tucker stood at the door, angry, afraid, Sam went down to the kitchen. Her combat boots didn’t thud on the stairs like they should. She was too busy firmly not crying to notice. She was too busy being angry, so angry, too angry. With grasping reach, she tried to find a place to put the anger. Nothing felt right.

She took a cup from the cupboard. It nearly slipped and fell from her trembling fingers. Shock, Sam thought, and nearly let out a hysterical laugh at the thought of the lightning at the edges of the portal. The cup didn’t slip. She filled it with tap water and kept her grip the whole way back upstairs.

Sam didn’t scream when Tucker’s eyes flashed towards her in the dark. It was a trick of the light from the moon out the window. Sometimes people’s eyes looked different, in different lighting. Tucker’s eyes were fine. They were blue, not gold. Unbeknownst to her, Tucker thought the same things about purple eyes gleaming pink.

There was nothing wrong with either of them. There couldn’t be. They were too busy with Danny.

(If they had tried to turn on the lights at any point, they would have found nothing happened. Blackout. Power surges like a horrifyingly complex portal could create often resulted in such. It never occurred to them to try in the first place. The darkness was right, for this moment. This wasn’t a matter to grapple with in artificial daylight. Darkness was quiet, and cold, and held its secrets.)

Tucker cracked open the door and listened for a whispered assurance. It came, so he let Sam shuffle in and followed after, putting his hand in one of his cargo pants’ pockets. He pulled out a granola bar just as Sam sternly ordered Danny to drink the whole cup.

Danny said he wasn’t thirsty. He said he wasn’t hungry, after Tucker dropped the bar in his other hand. Tucker sympathized, but started Danny down with Sam all the same.

There was more they should be doing. Danny had been shocked bad enough to collapse, heartbeat weak and faltering in his chest. Heartbeat gone, for a few terror-filled seconds. Neither Tucker and Sam had any idea what else they could do. They were just fourteen.

Danny drank the water and ate the granola bar. He wrapped his comforter around himself so tightly it was a wonder he could still breath. There were no complaints from him when Sam, still shaking, and Tucker, still twitching, thumped onto the bed alongside him. They were warm, much warmer than him.

He didn’t want to talk. He didn’t want to listen to them talk. So Danny shoved his face in his pillows, ignored how cold he was, how hot he felt, and tried to go to sleep.

Somehow, he managed, and his friends followed after him.

(When Sam wakes up with the dawn as she always does, her breath stutters in her chest, and she feels like there is something in her torso, something in her ribs, shifting and jolting. She feels all at once too light and heavy as lead. Her eyes burn, and burn, and burn, and when she opens them after pressing the heels of her palm against them, she expects more than the plain colors of the bedroom she sees. She does not remember her dreams, fracturing and slow and prophetic as they are.

When Tucker wakes up after her, due to her shifting frame, his headache is still there, dull and pulsing. He feels hot, but that heat feels right, like the familiar sun beating down on his head. Phantom grain and grit scrape against his skin, where underneath his body buzzes like a livewire. He does not remember his dreams—his memories—of sunbaked sand and glinting jewels, of work and order and divine purpose. He will never recall the rituals held after his first death, begging that their ruler hold inhuman power in the next world as he did in the old one. He might curse his once-followers if he did. Or he might not.

When Danny wakes up last, hours after Sam and Tucker had gone downstairs to lie to the distracted Drs Fenton, he wakes up slowly. He is cold, and breathless, and floating two inches off of his own bed. The only reason he doesn’t scream is that sudden intangibility robs the air from his lungs. He turns solid, drops on the bed, and resolves that it was a hallucination. The taught string between him and his best friends, his confidants, the only people who could understand— that should be a hallucination too. He lets himself believe it’s real, because he can’t imagine such a thing being wrong. He does not remember his nightmares.

The three of them were always going to make it through this night, through the following years, together. There was no other option. (There were thousands of options.) But the power running through them, the bond tying them together like beads on a cord, helped in many ways. They were stronger together, smarter together, unstoppable together. A weight distributed to many hands was a light weight to carry.

Sam and Tucker did not have the pleasure of instant death. It would take weeks. It would be painful. At the end, there would be three more of an extraordinary species in the world.

Good things always come in threes.

ao3: them and you and me (stringing electricity)

[disorganizedkitten]

 Vlad turns in the air. “Who are you?” He asks, on edge. He couldn’t do two on one yet, even if he made them attack each other it’d still be an unsure strategy.

 The newcomer grins, popping her hip. She’s in a black shirt, although he can’t tell the sleeve length underneath her bright red jacket. Her flaming blue hair is in a ponytail, and Vlad worries about how hot she must be to achieve that. She has paint down her face, like when Maddies’ mascara smudges but this is artful. Once again, Vlad curses his inexperience. This is a ghost who knows what she’s doing.

 “Hoping I hit the right person, mostly,” she says, turning glowing green eyes on him. “Mind telling me what’s going on?”

 He takes an indiscernible steadying breath. “He was terrorizing people. I was stopping him.”

 The girl looks over and hums.

 Vlad tenses, trying desperately to summon those stupid glowing blasts he can only do sometimes. “What? Thinking you sided with the wrong person?”

 “Nah,” the woman waves him off. “Just realizing I didn’t need to solve the problem with violence.”

 And Vlad watches, with no small amount of awe, as the woman parries the next attack from the box ghost like it’s nothing, and then starts talking, shooting something out of her guitar here and there. She talks him down.

 “Yo, local kid. C’mere. Your city, know anywhere he can find boxes without terrorizing people?”

 “There’s a recycling plant down seventh street,” Vlad says, still in awe. Negotiations continue until the box ghost leaves of his own volition, promising to leave the citizens alone. Vlad turns to the newcomer. “I’m Plasimus.”

 “Ember,” she says, the ber coming out like a ba. “You’re the one dealing with most of this wave?”

[ladylynse]

i dont know if this has been asked before or if someone has had a similar idea, but what if all three of the main trio in dp where inside the portal when it turned on?

"tuck could you bring that light over here?"

*tuck distracted by new P.A. walks in with the wrong thing and knock over danny in the dark*

sam has to bring the flashlight inside and either she leans on the button, turning the machine on, or danny does as he gets up from the ground and puts his hand on the button

I've seen that idea around! Halfa trio AU maybe? Something like that. It's fun, anyway.

It's a nice way of instantly making them better friends because they're suddenly all struggling to figure this out together. Danny's not alone in this anymore. They understand and simultaneously don't understand what's going on completely, and they each try to come up with excuses their parents will believe. (Danny really has it the easiest on this front.)

Plus, it's harder for the little voice in their head to say that they're the ones to blame for what happened because it was a collective sort of mishap. They all should have paid more attention or been more careful or not egged each other on, and they're all sharing tips on how to get through this and figure it out--how to make sure the pen they're trying to hold stays in their hand for the entirety of their test, how to keep from accidentally scorching something with an ectoblast when they're angry, how to regain visibility after turning invisible in a fit of embarrassment or fear or some other strong emotion that triggered their powers without them consciously triggering them. (The ghost sense would be useless if they set each other off, though, but maybe only Danny has that, and the other two have different abilities. Not like we haven't seen plant- and technology-based powers, and since ice powers have absolutely nothing to do with the accident, it's easy enough to explain away individual powers unrelated to that.)