#and Danny just kinda let her go off on her own like in canon

[ecto-stone]

[aliidarling]

first time requesting 😋😋

But i went through all your danny ones bro please i luv how crazy you make him.

I would like a wesker one, smuttiest thing you could think of 😫🙏🙏 Yk how sable has the new swimsuit cosmetic? Basically Mc/reader? (idk how you would describe) Runs into wesker in their cute bathing suit 😼 pls abd thanks for being my source of entertainment at 5 am

HAHAH thank you so muchhh!!! i try to make danny as canon-like as i can :)) ive never done wesker before but i can just for u😝

i’m not very educated on wesker lore, i’ve only played re2,3,4,6,& 7 which is basically the games without him 💀 so excuse me if i don’t write him that well! but i love dbd/stars wesker 🤗

the beach

ALBERT WESKER x fem!reader

nsfw content — pls scroll if uncomfortable!!

summary; you’re spawned into the trial wearing a cute swimsuit and albert likes it veryyy much!

warnings; pervy wesker, dub con kinda, fingering, mean weaker, male masturbation, fist fucking, no penetration but he cums on your pussy :3

from the moment you spawned into the trial, you felt the cold air brush against parts of your body it should not be available to. why could you feel the wind blowing against your ass? this had to be some sick joke.

it was like the entity was laughing at you. you looked down at your body to be met with the sight of a cute little bikini— a pink plaid set with strawberries littered over the two thin piece of clothing. the tiny straps holding up the bikini were flimsy and tied into little bows at each side of your hips with two matching ones at your shoulders.

this couldn’t get any worse, you thought.

you were thankful to spawn alongside your fellow girlfriends, feng-min, yui, and claire. all their eyes immediately cast to your outfit, feng-mins cheeks going pink as she gasped softly.

“oh! you must be so cold—“ she says immediately, scooting closer to shamelessly ogle your breasts. you blush and push her away with a playful grumble.

“let’s just get started on those generators..”

you all find the nearest generator and quickly get to work, fingers fiddling with the wires. a few times you accidentally get sparked by it but never bad enough that it causes an explosion. you’re on your highest alert, hoping the killer is one of those mindless monsters instead of the human ones, like ghostface or the legion. the mastermind probably wouldn’t even bat an eye at you, he’s so stuck up his own ass he probably isn’t even into others.

after a short minute of you all working together, the generator finally pops and the bright light begins to shine, alerting the killer of your location. it doesn’t even take five seconds for the chase music to begin, the loud heart beat taunting you.

it was as if the entity was making fun of you today, bullying you relentlessly. you wondered if she was sitting in the clouds eating popcorn, giggling at your facial expression dropping once you saw the mastermind scanning his surroundings.

once his eyes set on you, you immediately yelled at the girls to run and work on the other generators. you’ll loop him for as long as you can, you told them. you don’t have much time to react before the blonde man lunges at you harshly from afar, missing you by a few inches. you rush off to the side and break out into a sprint towards a jungle gym.

“don’t waste my time, deary. you’re wearing a slutty swim suit, you think you’ll last before it gets caught on a twig?” he mocks, his deep voice making you shiver. you hug yourself at his words, scowling as you run around a pallet with him, trying to greed the pallet.

“don’t be a pervert!” you scold, running pass the pallet to trick him, only to double back and drop it on his face last second once he’s standing close enough. a guttural groan is heard from him as he stumbles back, his sunglasses falling off his face. he glares at you.

the few seconds he’s caught off guard your eyes graze over his figure, admiring his rare outfit. it was a uniform of some sort, blue button up with a tactical vest and black slacks. his sleeves were cuffed and tugged up to the crook of his elbow, showing his veiny fore arms and expensive looking wrist watch. you could bet it had a dozen cracks on it by now.

“you haven’t gotten laid in what, months? years? no wonder you’re so uptight!” you yell. “maybe some pussy would do you a favor!” you shriek, still feeling a little offended over his comment on how slutty you looked. as if you had a choice wearing this!

“you’ll regret those words.” he hisses, lunging towards you and managing to grasp ahold of your body, throwing you over his shoulder roughly. you squeal, thrashing around as he starts to lead you to the secluded basement. great, you had really pissed him off.

you’re caught by surprise when he throws you onto the cold floor without any care, a small yelp leaving your throat as you try to stand up. he immediately pushes down on your back with his foot, crushing you into the floor. he grinds his boot into your soft skin, admiring how much of your body was revealed by the flimsy bikini.

“did you anger the entity, darling? no wonder she cursed you with such a scandalous outfit, your frustrating personality must of done what it always does.” he mocks, feeling his pants tighten at the sight of you on the floor under his boot, your pretty skin dirty.

“oh, fuck you! you’re so god damn annoying i swear to—“ you start, getting interrupted when you suddenly feel his boot shove itself between your thighs, rubbing down against your bikini bottom. you squeak, your body jolting at the unexpected friction.

“what? what’s wrong?” he coo’d, a cocky grin on his stupidly handsome face, his sunglasses hiding his eyes. he grinds his boot against your clothed pussy, relishing in the noises you suppressed. he could hear the small gasp leaving your system.

“you pervert, get your boot off my..” you whimper, voice cracking. you blink in surprise as he kneels down behind you, admiring your body from his angle. your butt was pretty much in his face, in your hands and knees. you gulped hard, feeling humiliated. and slightly aroused.

“what? what’d you say?” he tchs, large fingers tugging at the straps that hold your bikini together, the little bow threatening to give out. one little pull of his fingers and your bare butt and pussy would be on display for him.

soon enough he pulls on the thin strap and it falls off your hips, discarding onto the floor. you gasp as the cold air brushes against you, clenching down subconsciously.

“i hate you.” you whimper, pouting as he runs his fingers over your glistening pussy, his other rustling within his clothes. you heard wrinkling and the unzipping of his slacks.

he pulls his half hard-on out, pre cum dripping off the firm tip. he was extremely turned on by the sight of you bent over with your butt in the air line a dog, pouty lips and flushed cheeks. you looked so adorable.

“shut your lips and stay quiet. i can’t have anyone seeing me with you.” he spits out your name like you were a disgrace to be upon his tongue and you can’t help but feel a little offended. you weren’t that bad of a person!

“what is that supposed to mean?!” you gawk at him, pressing your lips together once he swats at your butt, silencing you. you go back to looking down at the basement floor as he smoothly slides two of his glove-clad fingers into your hole, watching how you take him in perfectly. it was a small squeeze but he manages, his other hand wrapping around his cock to lazily pump.

the precum drips down his cock onto his hand, a husky moan leaving his throat as his head leans back, bathing in the pleasure of the little fantasy he has in his head— fucking your tight pussy. but he knows he can’t achieve that, not here, that is. maybe another day. and he didn’t want you to know how damn desperate he was to be inside you, rutting against your butt like a’ animal in heat. he’d rather die then let you see him in such a submissive and vulnerable state, pussy drunk.

“cum for me, dearest.” he rasps, fingering you harder and deeper in attempts to push you over the edge. your orgasm takes you by surprise as he grinds hard against a very deep part of you, making you bite down to conceal your shriveled up scream. white flashes in your eye sight and you go limp, face down with your ass hanging in the air, cum dripping down your soft thighs and onto the cold concrete floor.

he pulls away with a gasp, focusing on fisting his cock now. he clenches his fist and slides it up and down at a rough pace, low deep noises leaving his throat. he positions his head right at your entrance, giving himself a few last pumps. he shoots out his load— aiming for your pretty hole, mixing his fluids with yours.

“ooh, that’s a pretty sight, doll.” he croons, panting. he fixes up his pants, watching how you lay on the floor like a dumb puppy, catching your own breath after that hard fingering he gave you.

“don’t be pathetic, dear. i didn’t even go that hard.” he scoffs, standing up to his full height, towering over you. he gives you a nasty stink eye before walking off, leaving you in your glory on the ground with your bikini by your side.

[nemonclature]

GUYS. I HAVE A THEORY. IT’S SUCH A GOOD THEORY. ACTUALLY IT’S THE BEST. Actually I’m just gonna go ahead and call this canon. I’m staking my entire identity on it.

So, I was gonna do an in depth art post bouncing off this excellent bit of research. I was expecting some thematic hints a la Hannibal and much fun to be had.

I decided to start with this:

Francis Bacon’s Three Studies for Figures at the Base of a Crucifixion, which hangs on the wall in the Dubai apartment.

Let’s sidestep the Christian connotations of the crucifixion* IMO the Christ bit is misdirection (mostly. We’ll come back to that)

Armand: Witnesses to Christ’s agony. Mr Bacon also referred to these as the Three Furies.

Who are they? The Furies/Erinyes are Ancient Greek Goddesses of vengeance. "The Erinyes, that under earth take vengeance on men, whosoever hath sworn a false oath" ... They are traditionally depicted as … preoccupied with avenging patricide and matricide by hunting down and killing violent criminals ... Their task is to hear complaints brought by mortals against the insolence of the young to the aged, of children to parents, of hosts to guests.” (wiki)

Kinda on point for a vampire that tried to kill his maker, no? Or for a vampire that’s abusing the guests in his home? Or an old man shit-talking two much older vamps. (lol jk not you Danny boy, you trash them all you want bb).

Armand: We’ve received an aggressive offer for the Bacon triptych.

Louis: Oh? I didn’t know we’d made it available.

Armand: It’s a new name, so I’ll have to run due diligence.

Hmm, who could possibly be being setup to enter late season under cover as some innocuous buyer? Who would Armand let into his theatre home in order to wreck it? Who’s presence/interest/existence would he keep from Louis? Who better to complete Bacon's intention and provide the crucified final figure of the set, but...

YES! Our favourite victim of patricide. The ultimate Daddy Vampire. Lestat de fucking Lioncourt.

Guys there’s a reason I’ve been calling him White Vampire Jesus and it’s not (just) because I find myself hilarious.

Real Rashid: The lawyer for the buyer is ready for the teleconference.

Not a massive deal, rich people make lawyers do things for them. But so do VAMPIRES WHO DON’T WANT TO BE IDENTIFIED.

But yeah, lets’ get into that phone call. Mr Philips, the lawyer, is introduced to Mr du Lac (like, in case anyone was wondering how Lestat knew it was Louis who owned it, just fucking use your real name Louis, sure.) The buyer wants it for her husband (GUYS. HE WANTS IT FOR LOUIS).

This is episode 2.03 and, guys, Lestat is EVERYWHERE in this episode. We get Armand opening up, but not about his full past, just about his past with Lestat.

Dreamstat dogs Louis’s footsteps

Louis admits to Armand that Lestat was his maker in this episode.

And the scene directly before the lawyer calls?

Louis and Claudia are talking about Lestat, it moves on to Bruce, but it starts with Lestat.

We could also talk about how, this season, as the focus has moved away from Loustat to Loumand, the action has moved away from the main room with the Triptych, to the tree room and the dining room.

Lets start with the tree room, where Armand (the clinging vine) reaches, but never touches Louis (the tree).

"For woman is a branching tree, and man a clinging vine. And from your branches carelessly, he’ll take what he can find."

(Let no man steal your thyme, trad)

Too much? Then how about the dining room of equally symbolic paintings. (and, side note. Paintings have been IT this season. This is the Armand season, the Amadeo season, the Louis photographer season, the breaking into museums to look at or steal art season. If S1 was music, S2 is art).

The dining room where we find the Ron Bechet, Transformation (A TREE AND VINES FFS), representing Louis (or Loumand) and the (stolen - can we take a moment to appreciate the hilarity that is Louis and Armand dressing up as police officers to carry out one of the biggest art heists in recent history?) Rembrandt, Christ in the Storm on the Sea of Galilee representing Daniel (Fear and Faith).

You can see them more clearly in the S1 scene where Dan and Louis are at either end of the table, each before their own painting.

But also in S2 in combo with the Marius christ-and-demons, representing Armand (or representing Armius?? Lol do they have a ship name? kill me now). I find it very interesting how Armand is sometimes framed with Dan's painting behind him and at other times with Louis', almost like he's being pulled between the two.

Anyway. Point is the GIANT RED ORANGE LESTAT CHRIST SYMBOLISM is suspiciously out of frame this season.

See the difference in framing here in Season 1: (note, this is DanLou first meeting. It's BEEN THERE FROM THE BEGINNING)

And this itty bitty corner shot in Season 2:

And when does the triptych come back into frame? Oh just DIRECTLY AFTER THIS BIT OMFG:

Me too, Dan. Me too.

The triptych has been on the wall from the start of the show. Looming over everything, haunting the narrative, like a giant bleeding meta signpost.

[starry-bi-sky]

For the Danyal Al Ghul AU: How would Danyal react to other canon events like when Sam wishes she never met Danny, Tucker wishes for powers, the christmas episode, or other DP canon events?

(Also, I assume Danyal's cover is blown by the reality Gaunlet event.)

Ohooho I love this question. So im only gonna respond to the episodes you mentioned, since it's been a while since i actually watched the show and I don't remember all the episodes. And also since I don't remember them fully, I'm gonna get details wrong. I am fine with that, it still gets the gist down lol. I've got the tvtropes recap page pulled up, so i'll be using that to try and hit the major points it mentions.

So, Memory Blank! Man I've thought about that one, and its the one I'm frankly most excited to answer because it gets to show just how much of a positive impact being friends with Sam and Tucker had on Danyal. So where to start? Their fight goes differently than in canon, but I'm going to start from after Sam makes her wish.

Firstly; she and Tucker are friends, but the two of them are not friends with Danny. He's on his own. In this au, the three of them became friends when they were 11 and Danny's been in Amity Park for about a year.

They met in the beginning with Sam trying to befriend him at first because she realized that they shared similar ideals on environmentalism, but he rebuffed her pretty harshly due to a combination of grief over leaving his home, trying to process the fact that he can never return and will never see his brother again or meet his father, and just plain League arrogance lmao. He really hated being in Amity Park just in general because it wasn't his home and it was the city too.

So he was really rather unapproachable in the beginning. People kept a pretty wide berth of him due to Fenton association and his own vibes.

But Danny's still a kid, and they want socialization with their peers. At 11 he didn't have any friends, and was frankly quite lonely. He decided to approach Sam and Tucker after deeming them "acceptable allies", although Sam wasn't really interested at first up until he did the equivalent of apologizing. Tucker warmed up first afterwards, but Sam really wasn't too far behind.

So thats how they became friends, post-wish though? Lets say that Sam didn't accept the apology and rebuffed Danny, and kinda intimidated Tucker into doing the thing. Danyal closed down, backed off, and then never approached them again because he decided right then and there he wasn't going to chase it. Wasn't worth his effort or time.

Then he just. never approached another person after that because he didn't want to get rebuffed again (he wouldn't admit that it hurt a bit), and he could already tell his efforts wouldn't work. He turned his attention to other stuff. In this timeline it wasn't too difficult to find him at events dedicated to combatting climate change, deforestation, light pollution, animal cruelty, etc. the LOA is an environmentalist group, after all. They just also happen to be eco-fascist assassins-for-hire.

In summary, Sam and Tucker helped Danyal realize the flaws in some of the League's beliefs (the fascism) to the point where he could deconstruct it on his own. Being friends with them made him realize that, frankly, genocide was not the answer to environmental equilibrium, and that the people outside of the League had lives worth living. They also helped quell his arrogance, and just in general influenced him to become kinder even if it doesn't look like that all the time to other people. Sam and Tucker make him laugh, and smile, and just happy.

OG Danyal: wears pretty casual teen clothes. More punky-aesthetic. Has multiple ear piercings. These were self-done. Will have a lip piercing by the time he reunites with Damian, mark my words. Can and will wear muscle tees. Makes puns, jokes, is generally sassy with his friends. Can, will, and has climbed shit he shouldn't be because he enjoys the challenge of scaling a building. It's also very funny seeing Tucker and Sam reenact the "Gregory! HOW DID YOU GET UP THERE?!" meme. Still has a questionable moral compass, but like, he's not an eco-fascist.

This Timeline Danyal: dresses much more sophisticated; dark academia vibe. Closed off, cold. Is 2x more likely to kill someone than OG Danyal, who was frankly, pr kosher with murder already but only if he deemed it extremely necessary. Still an eco-fascist.

Danyal without Sam and Tucker? Still believes in the teachings of the League because he has not been really challenged on them. In fact, he has doubled down on it, actually. Living in the city, growing up estranged and ostracized by his peers, has only strengthened his resolve that all of humanity minus the league (and the Fentons) deserves to be wiped out. He is disgusted by the people around him and desperately wants to go home, even more than the last timeline. The only reason he hasn't is for Damian's sake, but he's been checking in with mother whenever she visits and asking to find a way to come home. She's been steadily wearing down on it; her child is miserable here.

This version of Danyal should not have powers, and is, essentially on the fast track of rejoining the league -- doubly so when he hears Damian is living with father. Clearly it's safe enough for him to be with father, if mother allowed it, and father has become safe enough for Damian to live there. Good. With the threat of two heirs being in the League gone, Danny can return with Mother's permission. And. he probably takes Jazz (and the Fenton parents) with him. Forcibly if he has to.

So Sam has her work cut out for her here, a lot more than in canon, because even when she does tell him that they used to be friends in another timeline, and he believes it, he is not going to give a shit. Clearly they were not as good of friends as she thought they were, if she had wished they never met in the first place. Good riddance, then. This Danny is cold, incredibly hurt, and very closed off.

He is a cave wall in comparison to the Danny Sam knew, and talking to him feels like walking into one. Because he is looking at her with just utter disgust and disdain, keeping a distance like he is revolted by her presence and allergic to her and everyone else's touch.

Which really, really fucking hurts when she knows that in their last timeline, he would actively seek out her and Tucker's company and affection. Sam could read her best friend like an open book, and now its like she's trying to read one in another language she barely speaks. This boy used to smile at her, he used to laugh at Tucker's jokes, and he was so passionate about the things he enjoyed. Now he looks at her like he wants nothing more than for her to drop dead on the spot.

It hurts even more knowing that her last words to her Danny were the words, 'some days i wish we never met'; the way he looked at her afterwards haunts her. For a split second, he looked completely crushed and heartbroken, before his entire body language and expression shut off and he totally closed down on her.

Because by this point in his friendship with her and Tucker, he's told them, he has told them, in a very intimate moment of vulnerability, that they are one of the best things that's happened in his life -- right there alongside the day he first met his baby brother. They are very important to him, and he has finally felt comfortable enough with telling them. There's not a day that goes by that he isn't grateful for their friendship.

So to hear Sam say that some days she wishes they never met? well. That breaks his heart. Just- just a little bit. Sam regrets it the moment it leaves her mouth, and she immediately tries to apologize, but Danny immediately spits back; "Well. I hope you get your wish." and then stalks off.

I'm warring with myself here trying to decide whether or not this new timeline Danyal is at a "point of no return", where nothing Sam says is going to make him attempt to reignite that friendship. Clearly that will end badly anyways, if this is the result of that friendship. He's cut all ties from these people; he feels no prerogative to fix things she broke.

Like, the version of Danyal I'm thinking of here has no close bonds with anyone in the city sans Jazz -- and she? has her own life outside of Danny. She is not his keeper, not his caretaker, and certainly not his therapist. (which i have beef about too, considering how she gets boiled down to 'therapist with no life of her own' but im not going into that.) She has some influence on him, but frankly not enough to really make him challenge his beliefs. Danny cares about her that, if he returns to the league, she is coming with him. Or at the very least, will be spared from the League's goals.

Mmmm. I can't make it a total point of no return though. Sam's very stubborn, and she knows Danny. And while this Danny is still very different, he is still Danny. She'll try and befriend him insistently in a way that might annoy him, but at least not push him away further.

(Tucker, meanwhile, is just soo confused about Sam's very random, very abrupt switch up. Cuz girl he thought you hated this guy? Why are you suddenly trying to get all buddy-buddy with the terrifying Fenton kid. Have you been possessed? Is this some kind of crisis?)

(Sam drags Tucker into befriending Danny because he is the only person she knows that can get him to belly laugh. Tucker is mildly terrified but going along with it.)

Anyways this does end with Sam befriending Danny, or at least getting him to like her long enough that he'll pick up a ghost weapon and face off against Desiree. There's no way in hell he's walking into that portal, that last timeline might have been a 1/billionth chance of it happening and he's not dying for the chance to get powers. And frankly with his training -- which he's probably kept up with even more than the old timeline because he had no one to spend his time with -- he doesn't really need them to be good at fighting them. Just show him how to ghost proof a weapon and he'll handle the rest from there.

But Sam does end up undoing the wish and getting back to her own original timeline in the end. It's the morning after her fight, and the literal first thing she does that morning is get her shoes on and fucking sprriiint to the fenton house. Bursts into tears when she sees Danny and apologizes over and over again. She swears she didn't mean any of it, and to please believe her, and Desiree's still loose and they need to stop her, and she's had the worst time.

She does tell him about the other timeline she just went through, and she hopes that, if it still exists, that that Danyal manages to find friends in the Sam and Tucker there after this. And if not them, then anyone.

Danny's still pretty hurt by what she said, it cut really deep, but he forgives her.

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Tucker getting his powers! Frankly things gooo... relatively the same as canon, I think? Actually, no. Danny probably figures out the whole Genie "i wish you would go back into your lamp" thing faster than canon danny since he's not a C student lmao. TV.Tropes doesn't give me too much specifics for a recap on the plot, so we're gonna wing it. For the plot I'm going to say that Tucker gets his powers before Danny figures out the "i wish" thing, which happens relatively quickly.

Danny tries to be... rather supportive of his friend getting powers? Especially since, in comparison to Danny, it was rather painless. However, he's also very suspicious. He doesn't trust the source of Tucker's powers, and warns him to be careful and to let Danny know if he feels off in anyway.

Tucker does end up helping Danny a few times, but the quick progression of his powers and Tucker's willingness to use them more often than not worries him. He reminds him a handful of times that Tucker shouldn't rely on his powers to help -- not even Danny does that. He prefers to use his weapons and martial arts to fight instead. Tucker doesn't listen.

And they end up fighting anyways. Things get resolved, everything turns out okay!

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Christmas episode straight up just. doesn't happen. Danyal doesn't care enough about the Fenton arguing or about Christmas to be upset about said arguing. He thinks its really childish, but he's not a grinch about all of it.

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Okay it wasn't explicitly mentioned but i have thought about TUE. And I'm trying to think how that would go because it's the result of Danny getting his hands on the math answers and cheating. Which Danyal would not do.

And someone mentioned in the comments on my ao3 under the oneshots there that TUE might just straight up not happen. Which makes sense, Danyal is so different from canon that things don't have to always happen like it did in canon. So that's something I need to chew about, cuz if it does happen, then I'm going to figure out a different way for it to.

[darks-ink]

Hi there, hello! For the prompts, if you're still doing them: Escape, hugs, or emblem

Happy writing!

You were actually the first to send in a prompt, so yeah, I was still open for them. I went with "escape" with a hint of "hugs" (or, well, hug, singular).

Escape

Rating: Gen Warnings: brief mentions of Vlad being creepy, the general implications of a middle-age man being obsessed with a teenage boy if you don't know about the half-ghost thing Words: 2,253 Additional Tags: Trans Danny Fenton, AU - canon divergence, Identity reveal

[AO3]

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“Who did you say you were, again?” Danny asked, looking down at the girl standing outside his house, looking just like he had when he was eight. Long hair in a sloppy ponytail, baggy clothes, and all.

The girl grinned up at him, clearly nervous and trying to hide it. “Dani,” she said, “with an I.”

Danny cast another skeptical eye over her. She didn’t feel like a ghost, beyond the metaphorical ghost of seeing his own past, but it sure wasn’t right. “It’s not time travel though, is it?”

“No,” she admitted, slowly, drawing the word out. “I think that that might’ve been easier on both of us.”

“Figures.” Danny sighed, shook his head, then stepped aside to let her in. “Sit down, this sounds like it’s gonna be a long story.”

“Probably.” She grimaced, but slipped past him. God, had he really been this small at that age? Surely not. Clearly Dani wasn’t him, so he should stop comparing the two of them.

Danny followed her into the living room, where she had claimed one of the comfortable chairs. He rolled his eyes but followed her example, sitting down in a different chair. He probably should’ve invited her up to his room, but something about that felt… weird. Not to mention that she was a stranger, no matter how much she reminded him of, well, himself.

Besides, his parents were down in the lab. They probably wouldn’t surface for hours, if not days.

“Okay, so…” Dani trailed off, then fell silent. Licked her lips. “Um. I’m not sure what to say. Or, uh, how to say it?”

He groaned. “Just. Anything. Who are you and why do you look like me?”

“Well, that’s easy,” she said optimistically. “That’s because I’m your clone!” She paused, before tacking on. “Supposed to be, anyway.”

“My—What?!” Danny’s eyes darted over her again, taking in every detail of her appearance. How, from the moment he saw her, his first thought had been himself. “Who would even—” He felt himself pause. “No, stupid question. Vlad, of course.”

She nodded, grimacing. “Yeah. He was going to age me up further, I think to your age, but.” She gestured at herself, then the room. “I kind of ran away before he could get around to that.”

“Why?” Danny rubbed a hand over his face. “Not that I blame you, because I’m sure I would’ve done the same, but…”

“I… Spur of the moment decision, kinda.” She shrugged, eyes darting away and back again. Posture hunched. “He was… I guess I was always a failure, but he pretended I wasn’t. And I… I believed him.”

He waited for a moment for her to continue, but she stayed silent. “Well, you didn’t know any better, did you?” He shrugged awkwardly. Encouraging people wasn’t exactly his thing. “I can’t blame you for that.”

Dani huffed, but shot him a wry smile. “Thanks. Um. Anyway. I overheard him talking, or, uh, muttering? I wasn’t going to stay, but then I heard my name, and, well.” She shrugged, that same wry smile on her face. “So I stuck around, listening in. And I… he…”

She sighed, deep and rattling, her shoulders dropping down. “He was talking about what a failure I was, how I hadn’t turned out right at all. What a shame it was that I was the best clone so far, when I was so far off of the mark.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.” She snorted, shaking her head. “At least there wasn’t much space for self-delusion that he didn’t really mean it.”

Danny snorted as well. “At least it got you away from him, huh?” Away from Vlad, and right into Danny’s hands. Well, his house, at least. Shit. What was he supposed to do now? Gaslight his parents that he had always had a little sister? He couldn’t exactly let an eight-year old run loose, even ignoring the fact that she looked exactly like a younger him.

“Ghost powers definitely helped.” She winked, coyly, then froze suddenly. It took Danny a moment to realize what she had heard. The metal door of the lab. In the kitchen. Uh oh.

Before he could decide what to do—get Dani away and into his room, probably—his mom appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. The light glinted off of the red goggles on her forehead, drawing his eye right to her furrowed brows.

“Danny, sweetheart, who’s this?”

Danny opened his mouth, ready to deliver some sort of perfect excuse. “My clone, apparently,” came out instead. He grimaced, but didn’t refute it. Stupid mouth. One day he should learn how to think before speaking.

“Your… clone,” Maddie repeated, slowly, eyes moving between him and Dani. She moved further into the room, clearly taking in the same similarities that Danny had immediately—instinctively—noticed. Jack appeared behind her, looming in the doorway, but stayed silent as Maddie moved. “So this would be…”

“Danielle,” Dani supplied quietly, when Maddie trailed off, clearly waiting for an answer. “Um. Dani with an I.”

Maddie nodded, stopping next to the couch. Still facing the chairs in which Danny and Dani were sitting. “I see. And where did you come from, Dani?”

Dani shot him an uncertain look, but Danny honestly didn’t have any great excuses either. He shrugged back, but took the lead when she stayed quiet. “Vlad’s, apparently.”

“Vlad.” Maddie frowned again, eyes locked onto Dani. “Vlad Masters?”

“Who else,” Dani muttered, shoulders hunched up again. Danny wasn’t sure if it was nerves, defensiveness, or something else.

“Vladdie?” Jack echoed, finally coming into the room, and clearly startling Dani with his loud voice, based on the way she jerked in her chair. “The V-man cloned Danny?”

Now how was he supposed to explain this without revealing his secret in the process? Well, here goes nothing. “Uh, yeah,” he agreed, shrugging again. “He’s been super weird pretty much since we met him during that reunion. I didn’t think it was this bad, though.” He nodded towards Dani. “No offense to you, Dani.”

“None taken.” She offered him a shaky grin. “It is pretty weird to clone someone without their permission. Or knowledge.”

“Or consent,” Maddie chimed in, voice dark and expression darker. “Danny, why didn’t you say anything before?”

Because he couldn’t really say anything without revealing he was half-ghost, or that Vlad was half-ghost, or both. “Well, he never really did anything.” Bold lie. Speed past it fast, Fenton, before she catches on. “Besides, what was I supposed to say? ‘Vlad gives me the creeps’? Nothing would be done.”

He shrugged loosely, trying to stamp down the fluttering in his stomach—and his core. He didn’t like lying to his parents, but if he could just get through this conversation with his secret intact…

“There was nothing specific?” Maddie was still frowning, but at least she was moving to sit down on the couch now. Jack was still looming near the doorway, uncharacteristically quiet, but Danny would take what he could get and worry about the rest later. “Nothing he did or said?”

“No. Well, actually…” He grimaced. “He keeps calling me Daniel even if I ask him to call me Danny. But I think that that’s just a smug ‘I know better than you’ thing, not a transphobic thing.”

On the other chair, Dani was now also frowning at him. What? What did he do?

“That’s not even your name.” Maddie huffed, shaking her head, frown finally lightening. “Ugh, that man.”

“What do you mean,” Dani finally cut in, having apparently lost her patience with waiting. “With, um. The transphobia thing? What does that mean?”

Oh. No, of course, that made sense. Who would’ve taught an eight year old clone about that stuff? Certainly not stuffy old Vlad.

“Danny-boy wasn’t always Danny-boy!” Jack appeared out of nowhere, enthusiastically clapping a hand on Danny’s shoulder. He startled, just barely tamping down the instinct to phase away. He hadn’t even noticed his dad move further into the room, distracted by his thoughts. Sloppy. “He used to be a girl! Or at least, we thought he was, until he told us otherwise! Right, Danny-o?”

“Yeah,” he grunted, rolling his shoulder with a grimace. “I changed my name to Danny years ago, and most people don’t even remember my old one, but people acting weird about calling me Danny is still a bit of a red flag.”

“Oh.” Dani blinked, clearly processing. “I guess that that makes sense.”

In what way? Was Dani also trans? Did cloning copy transgender-ism? “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, expression clearing up. “Now I understand why I was the most stable clone. Vlad thought something went wrong with me because I turned out female, but clearly he was messing up the other clones by forcing them to be male from birth.”

“Other clones?” he repeated. Then processed the rest. “Wait. The most stable? What—”

“Uh, yeah.” She shrugged, face falling. “They. We… I guess cloning isn’t as easy as Vlad thought. So we’re all somewhere along the lines of ‘somewhat unstable’ to ‘very unstable’. And, um. We melt.”

“Melt.” He felt like a moron, just repeating her words. But. Well. What was he supposed to say?

Luckily his mom figured it out before him. “Danielle, sweetheart, what do you mean by melt?”

“We, so.” She frowned, clearly weighing her words. Shot him a quick glance, though he couldn’t figure out what the look in her eyes meant. “Vlad used ectoplasm in the cloning process. So, um. We—us clones—we’re all kind of… half-ghost? And if we use up too much energy, one way or another, we kind of… melt back into ectoplasm?”

Oh. So that is what that look meant.

Also, yikes.

“Well, that makes sense,” Maddie muttered, a thoughtful frown on her face. “Humans and ghosts are biologically entirely different. There is no overlap whatsoever. Or at least, that’s what we always assumed.”

“It must be more possible than we thought, though,” Jack pointed out, previous enthusiasm muted again. “Otherwise she couldn’t even exist, let alone be this stable.”

Maddie nodded, frown still in place. “Right. But how do we stabilize her further? We can’t exactly re-alive her, not if she has been part ghost since birth…”

Danny turned to shoot Dani a look, but she didn’t seem overly bothered by the conversation topic. On the other hand, if she was used to Vlad, he supposed that his parents weren’t that bad.

Wow, now that was a thought he hadn’t had before.

“Well, we can’t exactly make her less alive either, Jack.” Maddie’s dry voice cut through Danny’s thoughts, and he snapped back to the conversation. Right. The important conversation. About half-ghosts.

“Maybe there’s a perfect mid-point,” Jack suggested instead, while Danny tried to figure out where the conversation had gone while he wasn’t paying attention. “Where both ghost and human balance each other out?”

“But wouldn’t that still put too much strain on the body?” Maddie’s gaze had shifted to Dani, but it didn’t seem like she was really looking at her. “If her human and ghost halves are constantly battling for dominance, isn’t that why she’s unstable now? Unless balancing them somehow gets them to co-exist, which doesn’t make sense…”

Wait. Are they really… trying to help Dani? Not by making her ‘normal’, by making her fully human, but by finding some way she can exist as half-ghost?

Would that… also go for him? Or only for Dani because she was essentially born half-ghost?

Does it matter? He knows what a stable half-ghost looks like. If him staying quiet about his own secret makes it harder to help Dani… what kind of shitty brother would that make him?

“Actually,” he blurted out, interrupting his parents’ conversation and immediately drawing three pairs of eyes to him, “I’m also half-ghost?”

He licked his lips, stalling for a moment. “So. Um. That’s actually why Vlad is interested in me, and tried cloning me, I guess. Because I’ve been half-ghost since the accident with the Portal.” He paused, then hesitantly tacked on, “Sorry.”

“Oh, honey, no.” Maddie reached out a hand, then paused when he automatically shifted away. “We’re sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell us before.”

A massive hand landed on his head. This time, Danny couldn’t repress his automatic response, and he phased through the hand—and the chair—before he could stop himself.

Grimacing, he looked up from where he had landed on the floor, meeting Jack’s startled eyes. “Um. Sorry.”

“Don’t be, Danny-boy.” Jack held out a hand, and Danny cautiously took it. “My bad for startling you.”

Danny let himself be pulled to his feet, then suddenly found himself trapped in Jack’s arms. Oh. A hug. Right. It had been… a while.

He let himself sag against his dad, melting in the embrace. And then stiffened. Right. Melting. Dani. Focus, Danny. Priorities.

“Anyway, so.” He cleared his throat, and waited for his dad to release him again. “So, we can compare my stats to Dani’s and see why she’s unstable. Right?”

“Right,” his mom agreed. She was looking at him like he might flee any moment, but. But at least she wasn’t looking at him he was her dead son. Or a despicable ghost. This was just. Just normal emotions.

“So, um.” He gestured at the kitchen door, vaguely. “Let’s. Go do that?”

“Right, right, of course.” Maddie wiped a hand past her eyes, mostly inconspicuously, then got up from her chair. “Come on, kids. Let’s go figure this out.”

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What would happen if the Entity kidnaps children or young teens to be survivors? I remember that there used to be a fanfic where the Entity getting desperate to get more energy kidnaps a child to have it be a survivor. I think that Susie and Phillip in that fanfic were one of the killers who were shown to be hesitant on a child being harmed and do not want to kill them. In your Surviving the Game story, how would the slashers like Ghostface, Trapper, Wesker and the others react if the Entity goes as far as kidnapping someone that is younger than the adult survivors? I have a feeling that there would be some slashers that have morals about not harming children and would try to let the young one go.

The following answer is all my own headcanon/fic-canon and not actual character thoughts from their respective creators.

I'm imagining a person anywhere between the ages of 6 to 12 for this.

Danny doesn't like kids. The younger they are, the more he's repulsed by them. He refuses to kill children however, so if the Entity was to bring in a Survivor he deemed 'too young' he'd simply refuse to go after them during Trials.

Evan would be very uncomfortable and unsure how to react. He doesn't like children, but he certainly won't outright kill one either. He'd probably try to avoid them or lay traps where he figured they wouldn't wonder but the bigger older Survivors might.

Michael doesn't kill kids unless it is necessary for his escape or survival. He would ignore them to the point they did something to piss him off; drop a pallet on him, unhook (assuming they can reach that high) one of the others, or otherwise fuck with his other kills.

Philip would be utterly horrified. He would refuse to kill or hurt any of the Survivors anytime the child was present, regardless of the punishment brought down on him by the Entity.

Carmina would very similarly act like Philip. She would still make an attempt to go after the other three Survivors, but only if she was sure the child wasn't close enough to witness their deaths.

Max would cut them down without a second thought.

Talbot would find the entire thing hilarious and go out of his way to scare them before sacrificing them.

Kenneth has killed people of all ages, even before the Entity. Killing the same kid repeatedly would be no different to him than killing any other Survivor.

Freddy would be kinda irritated. Everyone already thinks the worst of him and having a literal child in the Trials would make things worse. For that reason alone, he'd make it a point to never touch them and he'd make sure EVERYONE knew it. Survivors and Killers.

Sally would kill them but feel kinda bad about it every time.

Herman would be confused at first, thinking maybe it was a mistake. He'd more often than not pretend he didn't see them in an attempt to give them a better chance at escape.

Anna loves kids and would go feral at the sight of one in a Trial. It would get so bad the Entity would have to stop putting them in the same Trial.

Amanda would be pissed. She neither hates or likes kids (she's pretty neutral on the subject, she just doesn't want any of her own) but seeing one in a Trial would set her off. She wouldn't kill them, but she'd make it look like she was trying if only to keep the Entity off her back.

Rin would be upset about it but still kill them.

Adiris would be unsure how to react. She was a healer before and being forced to become a murderer had never sat right with her. The others would still be hunted and killed, although without the aid of Vile Purge.

Thomas would lose his mind, tearing through the other three Survivors in a fit of rage before storming off to a far corner of the map to work his anger out on whatever nonliving things he could find.

Frank would panic the first time he was met with a child in a Trial. (As the Legion's leader, the Entity always threw him in with new Survivors before the others) Having survived too many abusive foster parents and bullies, he would not only refuse, but be unable to kill a child and he'd warn the others not to touch them. Kids are off limits. (the others would be perfectly okay with that)

Demogorgon and Dredge have a very limited (to no) understanding of age and would kill them just like any Survivor.

Wesker would find it pathetic and refuse. He's too good to kill a child. (Unless it's by unleashing a highly mutagenic virus on the world...)

Nemesis wouldn't care. A body is a body. A kill is a kill. Orders are orders...

Kazan doesn't care but never Mori's them. Maybe he cares a little? Maybe?

Caleb has seen a lot of death. Young, old, weak, strong. He's seen them all come and go. He doesn't like it, but he'll do it.

The Twins don't see it as any different than an adult or older teen Survivor. After all, they were just kids themselves...

Ji-Woon doesn't like the way they scream so he generally avoids them or kills them as quickly as possible. Having never liked kids in the first place, their shrill voice grates his nerves like nothing else.

Sadako gives 0 fucks and will kill them just like the other Survivors.

Pyramid Head has absolutely no cares when it comes to killing and maiming humans. If the oddly short one doesn't want to die, they better be able to keep out of his grasp.

Pinhead... He literally doesn't care. The Chatterer Cenobite used to be a kid after all. Age, much like the passage of time, is simply irrelevant to the demon.

Bonus!

Jason doesn't kill kids. Period.

Chucky will kill a kid, yeah. He doesn't care.

Tiff will berate him for the next decade at least... but would kill a kid... probably by accident.

Art... Yes, and we're leaving it at that.

Samara would and she'd laugh the whole time.

Sorry, Tarhos and Adriana aren't in the fic at all since I started writing it before they were added to the game! If I missed anyone let me know and I'll add them in the comments <3

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The latest chapter fully has made me lose my brain. You were right the Job and Daisy buddy cop jamboree IS the best. And that conversation between Tim and Jon?? Man. So much going on and so much going on just beneath the surface. Love the way Tim guilty thinks back to what Elias said about everyone using Jon, and love the way that is kinda what he's doing. Also love the way he *knows* something awful has happened but he doesn't want to dig into it because he doesn't want to risk pulling someone aboard Danny and his already sinking lifeboat. He can't afford to care. SO fascinating.

Also unrelated but were there a way to anonymously send you fanart (to prevent the off chance of someone I know irl finding my blog lol) you would be swimming in fanart. Because hoo-boy. Anyways love the chapter!!

Ahh thank you for your kind words!

Legitimately i cannot put into words how much fun i find the daisy and jon buddy cop jamboree. they're both so insane and chaotic. I have so many Shenanigans in my head that the two of them have committed over the years of their partnership that will probably never make it into nhthcth on account of it not being relevant to the plot. they're just such a fun dynamic. jon won't stop buying daisy stuff for her home renovations on elias's personal credit card. she's like 10-15 years older than him and they do everything together. sometimes that's killing the eldritch manifestation of violence and sometimes that's bottomless mimosa brunch billed directly to peter lukas. daisy went from violently fucking hating this guy to spending almost every single day with him and going on multiple vacations with him and no one understands why. they're so funny to me. I want them to have a wwdits style tv crew following them around at all times.

See i LOVE tim as a character because he's a genuinely good guy but he's also not without his own limitations and he has been shown to have like, an ability to recognize and accept when he can't change something.

Tim's instinct is to help. Like, he went back for Jon and Martin and literally carried Jon through the Jane Prentiss attack. At the Unknowing, when they were planting explosives, he was trying to convince everyone to let him try to save the victims of the ritual that were still alive. He's really, genuinely good, and he wouldn't have been like those people in the Institute who turned a blind eye to Jon growing up because he was worried about his job.

But he also has limits. Like, season 3, his anger overrode basically everything else, and when Sasha disappeared after the Season 2 finale, he wasn't trying to find her. Martin was sitting there begging Daisy to bring her home safe, and Tim, who was shown to be closer with her than anyone, had already given into a grim acceptance that she was dead and there was nothing to be done.

It was the same thing with Helen--when Martin and Tim were wandering Michael's corridors, they saw Helen trapped inside. Martin kept insisting that they should have helped her, and Tim completely shut it down, because he had this very bitter understanding that they couldn't help her, so stop thinking about it and stop talking about it. He didn't fight it; he accepted it; he did not try because of it.

Tim's a good person, but he's distinct from some others in the cast by the fact that 1) he will look at the practical realities they're living in and (bitterly) accept them, and 2) he's got some things that will override and take priority when he makes decisions.

Danny is and always will be the number one override for him. Like, we get so little on them in canon, but what happened to Danny seems to haunt Tim right to the end. Tim upended his entire life trying to find the thing that killed his brother. When we get the Statement on what happened, we find out that Tim is still searching all these years later, even if he did get a bit comfortable and complacent over time. Like, he can cite offhand the last statement given regarding a circus. He's still pulling all the books on Circuses. He never let go of what happened to his brother, even though he accepted (for lack of a better term) what happened to Sasha before he knew what happened to her and before she was declared dead. Danny had been gone for years by the finale, but Tim went to his death so he could kill the thing that took him away.

So Tim in nhthcth is in this huge phase of major internal conflict right now, because every single one of his major pillars of decision-making are in conflict.

Danny's his ultimate override. He's the thing that makes Tim not give a shit about anything else--everything has to fall away to Danny making through this alive. Unlike Tim in canon, he actually has a chance to save Danny. Canon Tim was willing to die over his brother's fate--a Tim that has a chance to save his brother will go so much farther.

But he's still someone who is able to clock when something's completely and utterly fucked. And Tim is the best situated out of everyone in the cast save Jon to understand how dire these circumstances actually are.

Danny's in little brother baby jail. He's spending all day trying to wriggle information out of Mike because Tim's pitching a bitch fit every time he tries to leave the apartment, and Jon doesn't even want Tim there, let alone Danny. He's playing Uno with Mike and trying to subtly slide in "hahah hey for the sake of conversation do you happen know of any like. evil contract breaking powers." He's trapped in that John Mulaney bit of eating triscuits and asking someone if they had ever seen a ghost. Thoughts and prayers for Danny.

Martin and Sasha's priorities are different from Tim, and the information they're looking at is different. Sasha, especially--she's chasing the contract, not the circus, and she's in such a state of paranoia that she's trying to rely on information that comes from her, not anyone else. She's not been exploring the Statements or been learning about the supernatural world the way he has.

For the most part, this happened off camera, so to speak, but it's been discussed multiple times that Tim's been tearing through everything that he thinks can help him understand what's going on and how to stop the thing after his brother. He's going through the library, he's reading all the Statements he can. He's been trying to get practical experience via tagging along with Jon, which keeps getting stymied, so he goes back to the library and the Statements.

Which means he goes to the Archives every day and struggles against the dawning realization that what they're trying to do just does not happen. He reads the Statements, and people either die, or they are let go, or they become the monster themselves. Options one, two, and three. And the vast majority are people who die horrible fucking deaths--or, worse, don't get the mercy of death. He has been spending every day desperately trying to find a Statement of normal schmucks like him and his brother beating something determined to finish their meal and going back to their normal lives, and they just aren't there.

Tim in Season 2 and 3 most consistently displayed an understanding that the supernatural was not something they could beat. People just get eaten by monsters, and that's their lives now. Nhthcth Tim has been getting that same horrible, dawning certainty of "This is a fight I have no chances of winning" with the immediate follow up of "But it's Danny. I have to."

Which makes him painfully conscious of the fact that he cannot afford to be a good person right now.

Because the thing is? Danny should have died in the theatre, as far as he's aware, and Tim knows it. He should have never even made it home that night. You don't get out on your own--these things let you go. Even if he somehow made it out on his own, Breekon & Hope should have been able to drag him back easily. He should already be dead. Tim knows it with a devastating certainty.

And he also knows that the only reason why he isn't is because Jon has been paying the cost of keeping him alive.

Danny getting out of that theatre cost him his skin. Mike protecting him? Cost Jon a food source, and apparently is going to probably get him tossed off a building down the line. Getting Elias as a backstop ended with Jon having to start taking live statements again and letting assistants down. Hell, Jon has to fucking escort him to and from Mike's every single day, because Tim may just get picked up by Breekon & Hope if he doesn't.

Tim's painfully aware that Jon’s well-being and Danny’s have a negative correlation right now. He is so uncomfortably aware that he's borderline sacrificing Jon's wellbeing for his brother's, and he's accepted that basically using Jon is the only way he has of getting Danny through this alive. It goes against his nature, he's a good person who doesn't want to hurt someone else for his own benefit, but he'll keep doing it for Danny.

And he knows that's going to be a lot harder to do if he gets to know Jon.

Out of all of the assistants, Tim actually has some of the greatest suspicions of how deeply wrong things are. Like, Martin saw how bad Jon got as a kid, but Tim’s been exclusively privy to Elias’s manipulative bullshit in a way the other two haven’t. He never got fed the lie of Jon being Elias's spoiled and beloved ward. His first introduction to this mess was Jon saving their asses several times over, and it has been nonstop red flags since then. One of the first thing that Jon tells him is that he hates being called Jonathan, and it's all Elias calls him. Jon turned into a nervous, frantic mess at the idea of assistants, and Elias has been trying to force it for years. He was sarcastic in the face of clown death, but actively scared at the possibility of Elias coming down. Jon cannot be reminded that man exists without launching into insults so creative that Tim almost feels like he should write them down for reference.

Tim spends more time with Jon than anyone out of the cast. He’s walking to and from work with him every day, spending time with him at mikes and at the archives, and the way Jon behaves fucking terrifies him. Both in a “your life is a spooky nightmare” kind of way and in a “you act like the aftermath of a tragedy” kind of way. He knows somethings deeply fucking wrong with Jon.

And he’s also genuinely honest about liking Jon. He doesn't like him the way Danny does, per se. Jon simply enchants Danny. Danny wants this man in his life forever. He wants to be roommates with him. He wants to go on a roadtrip with him. He is the world's most interesting man to Danny and Danny has never wanted to be best friends with someone so badly in his life. He's hilarious, a good person, and every single thing that comes out of his mouth is the absolute fucking wildest thing he has ever heard in his life. They fucking booked it from a monster clown together through a nightmare eldritch theatre together, which is the start of an epic friendship if Danny has ever heard one.

Jon’s a big “if only” to tim. Jon’s funny and kind and they get on great. Tim thinks that if they had met and Jon had just been Danny’s friend that he dragged home with him, he’d love being this guys pseudo older brother or something. But he’s clocked the situation, he’s figured out that Jon’s world is not something you can stay just out of the sightline of. It’s cut all ties or be eaten. So Tim’s already read the writing on the wall, made the mental calculation, and realized at the end of this, if they get out, he’s going to have to look the guy who saved their asses at his own expense in the eye and tell him they’re abandoning him forever. Thanks for the rescue that was costly to you in unspeakable ways, please never contact us ever again.

Tim needs Danny out, alive, and everything he’s seen and read has led him to a not unreasonable understanding that that’s going to require using and abandoning Jon as an absolute best case scenario. That’s weighs unbearably heavy on his conscious when Jon’s someone he likes and is actively worried about. If he knew the truth? It would be impossible.

[dannyphantom-justiceleauge]

I find the idea of Jazz being an overprotective sibling when they were young so adorable. Like imagine a young Jazz holding young Danny's hand everywhere and helping him up on his chair. Imagine this in the au where Bruce figures out Jack is a relative but Jazz and Danny are children when they meet. Imagine the Batfam just cooing over this sweet shy little boy and his overprotective sister who's like 'No. My little brother >:('.

my mind went dark because i've seen my share of fics and analysis of jazz, where that protectiveness stems from living in an unstable home. like her parents are loving but also awful a lot of the time. and jazz was facing that alone for the first three years of life and then she had a baby brother and she had that moment of i'm going to do anything for him. that pure love you sometimes just feel for infants. and then as time went on she became more and more aware of how dangerous everything in their house is. like overprotective people have a habit of catastrophizing. like you're not allowed near anything. i can't believe we're even in the same house as knives. but in this case, jazz is absolutely right. their house is a death trap. the fenton parents don't practice lab safety. that is canon. and i highly doubt their house was child proofed in anyway so you just have this also a child just fully embracing her role as a psuedo parent to protect her baby brother. (which is in fact a pattern in abusive and neglectful families.) also plays into her interest in psychology and childhood development. she noticed a problem and started researching it.

kinda takes the cuteness out of it. but the psychologist in me can't let jack and maddie off, especially when the show plays into these roles fairly realistically.

but yeah, i'm currently remembering the Christmas episode where jazz fought a turkey away from toddler danny with a broom. she's always been there for him even if they annoy each other. also makes it feel more significant to me that jazz was the first in the family to find out danny's secret. she reacted how you want a parent to react. she was supportive, and she gave danny the space to talk in his own time. she didn't confront him or force him to talk about his accident or being a ghost. she respected his boundaries and let him come to her. while also keeping an eye out on his general safety and health. jazz is a safe person to talk to.

the parents while are shown as being supportive when the reveal, leading up to those situations it's genuinely hard to tell. like you try to convince them that ghosts aren't evil with the presented evidence and they just plow over you with their ghosts are evil and we want to tear them apart rhetoric. it's hard to trust that they'll be safe. that they'll look past their beliefs for their kids or turn against them.

so naturally throwing batman into the mix. well he has an adoption problem. and lets be real, cps would be on this household if someone made the call. i could see it playing out as a temporary situation. where the fenton parents are confronted with their bad behavior and are told to clean up their act and meanwhile danny and jazz would stay with uncle bruce. (vlad offered as someone the family knows better but jazz and danny vehemently refused.) and that has the potential of antics because danny fits the type and could just accidentally phase into the bat cave at any time. cassandra, barbera, and jazz being friends is also everything to me. danny learning proper martial arts instead of his messy self taught fighting style.

and just there's a certain dichotomy because the siblings in the bat family are kinda weirdly antagonistic. like you sense the love but they aren't close in a family way exactly. they're close in a we fight together way. they're brothers in arms. but theirs bitterness and jealousy that we see a lot. they love each other but they fight a lot.

but jazz and danny are close. protective. yes we see jazz protect and look after danny a lot. we see her worry about his safety and mental health. but you know danny is just as protective of her. he'd fight anyone. he notices when she's in danger even when she doesn't. see the johny situation. sure they tease and argue but it's a lot more innocent. i don't see them getting in fist fights with each other. their fights are nothing serious.

so i could see having jazz and danny in the mansion calling attention to the fact that the bat bros aren't as close or normal as jazz and danny seem to be. and initially it might be written off, well of course they're more normal. they're not vigilantes. but then the reveal that, no danny is also a vigilante and jazz has been in fights in the past. that excuse kinda goes out the window. so it becomes a thing.

jazz enters family therapist mode. it's what they deserve. - Hestia

[redrobin-detective]

Ok, I’ve tried and tried and tried to write this fic because I see it so clearly in my mind but it’s just not going no matter what I do. But I don’t want the idea to die with me. The closest this came to being written was exile which was an attempt to bleed out some of the energy of this au.

Anyway, so it starts off vaguely similar to canon only more aggressive. There had been underlying tension between ghosts and humans for a while, the dead jealous/angry at the living for disrespecting them. The successful creation of the Fenton ghost portal (and another halfa) was considered an act of war and so the ghosts responded in kind. So basically all of S1 occurs fairly close to canon except ghost attacks are more violent and have increasingly more consequences as time passes. Also the attacks aren’t just in Amity Park with ghosts becoming a worldwide issue but Amity is a focal point. Regular people know the ghosts hate them though they don’t know why. Phantom is very much a controversial figure as he is a ghost but also clearly is fighting off the more violent ghosts. 

One day, not long after the events of Control Freaks, Amity Park wakes up to find three of their own are gone. Danny Fenton, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley are nowhere to be found. There’s a massive manhunt, the parents go on TV and beg for information but they cannot be found. Curiously enough, town hero Phantom was also missing. There’s some evidence they left of their own volition so the Mansons and Foleys eventually relent that the kids fled on their own. The Fentons are 100% certain the kids were stolen/killed by ghosts as a statement. And the fact that Phantom went missing around the same time means he was the one who killed them. Jazz knows Danny was Phantom but had no idea what was going on and knew her parents wouldn’t listen she just, kept quiet and privately tried to piece together what happened. 

Three years pass and finally it looks like the Ecto War is coming to a close. Young, naive ghosts attempted to raise Pariah Dark in a bid to win. It went disastrously but Phantom (who was periodically spotted around the world, deep in the worst battles of the war) and group of loyal allies subdued the king. By the law of ghosts, Phantom was named heir apparent and he declared that the fighting would stop. Humans and ghosts would have to negotiate and co-exist in peace. But he’s not king yet, no he needs to be crowned at the place where it began, Amity Park’s Fenton portal (”where it all began” has a double meaning of the beginning of the war but also symbolically where Phantom began as Kings assume the crown where their living life ended to show their abandonment of their first life and the commitment to their second). Amity is NOT happy to hear that their former hero is coming home.

Amity has been through the wringer, ghost attacks got pretty bad. The Fenton’s throw themselves into their work to cancel out the grief, they create a group of ghost hunters nicknamed the Reds (for their red blood, ghosts are nicknamed Greens) to control the threat. Valerie heads the young adult division and is considered one of the best, she drops out of school to devote herself to it full time. Oh also her dad is now the Mayor as most have died or didn’t want the job. There are still people who like Phantom and see him as a hero (a lot of Casper Kids) but it’s generally an unpopular opinion in town. Maddie and Jack are ready to obliterate the ghost that took their son’s life the moment he’s within city limits. It’s a powder keg ready to blow. It all comes to a head when Phantom and his entourage arrive.

First off, Phantom looks very different, much less human looking than when he left. He’s clearly aged like a normal teen but his eyes look much, much older.  His skin is dead white with a blue tinge to it from his ice core and his aura is super cold. His hair is longer and is very misty that kind of swirls around him and his has fangs and claws. When he’s deep in battle or his obsession, his sclera turn black and he looks scary af. His entourage is ghosts who have sworn loyalty to him, who he picked up along the way after battling beside them for 3 years. Fright Knight, Skulker and Frostbite are recognizable allies. They are not happy that their future King is back in Amity (secretly fearing they’ll lose him once more to his human life). J&M have a shot and are going for the kill when they see something that shocks them; Sam and Tucker are in Phantom’s entourage.

There had been whispers that Phantom interacted with humans, that humans were in his inner circle but this is something else together. And so are Sam and Tucker. Sam is Phantom’s General, she is talented and collected and half feral. She used to be a pacifist but the trials of war and understanding that peace sometimes needs to be fought for made her compromise. She’s covered in scars and an extremely talented fighter. She’s missing her right hand up to her forearm, she can form a ‘phantom limb’ (basically borrowing ectoplasm from her future ghost) to do some things with some powers. Tucker is the support, he uses human and ghost tech to organize, weaponize and generally keep things running. He’s covered in homemade tech (shields and weapons and computers) and he rarely removes. Both he and Sam have kinda forgotten how to interact with and really BE human after so long among the dead. They had attempted to conceal themselves but they had forgotten how strong parental love and recognition is. J&M want to know about Danny, the teens don’t know how to respond but assure them he’s alive. Phantom can’t bring himself to look at them.

This is where I start to lose track of things but there will be parallels of Valerie/Maddie vs Sam as female warriors on opposite sides who are willing to go behind, possibly compromising the things important to them, for victory. Tucker will be contrasted against Jack/Jazz as the one making weapons but also generally keeping the human parts of the team mentally/physically afloat. *Severe* PTSD for all three of them. They’re also unnaturally codependent on each other, get super anxious when one of the trio is out of sight and sleep in a big cuddle pile. They will fucking Kill You if you look at one of them wrong. Vlad will be involved, he had been jailed for war crimes but convinced Walker to stage a coup to overthrow Danny and take the crown before he’s actually declared King and is too powerful. Vlad is more unhinged here, more ghost than human (a hint on what could happen to Danny if he’s not careful). He is eventually defeated but he sacrifices his life for ghost power which, in the end, is what makes him able to be beaten.

 There’s lots of ideas on what it means to be live or dead and where the divide really is, is it a heartbeat or it is how you choose to use your existence. On how duty shouldn’t mean you need to give up everything. Because Jack and Maddie believe that Phantom killed their son and, in a way, they’re right. Before they left, the ghost war had gotten so bad and the rumors of Dark being resurrected were going around. Amity attacks were at an all time high, people in their school were being killed just because Danny went there. He realized he had to choose between Fenton or Phantom and he chose to protect the world. He abandoned his human identity and went off to fight in war. Tried to convince Sam and Tucker to stay but they followed him through hell and back. Because Danny spends so much time as Phantom, Fenton is severely neglected. His long hair is cool and floaty as Phantom but is unkempt and stringy, hanging in his face as Fenton. He’s wan and underweight and looks like a walking corpse. He knows his human half will give out soon if he doesn’t give it more attention but he just can’t there’s too much to do, too many people to save.

It would end with Danny being outed to the town, not the world, just the town. Jack and Maddie need to recon with the fact that their boy DID leave of his own choice but only because their failure to protect him (from both the portal and ghosts) made him feel he had to take all this responsibility on his shoulders. Danny also has to recognize that he (and Sam/Tuck) can’t do all this on their own and they can trust and rely on the people around him. Phantom is crowned King but he decides Amity will be his base. The trio eat more, sleep some, catches up on school all the while continuing their duties as King and court. The ghosts also see that Phantom’s humanity isn’t a weakness but a strength and will bring peace to the Earth/Zone so they also take some of the burdens off his shoulder. 

Basically I load up heavily with angst at the beginning and end with all the love and comfort imaginable. I just can’t fucking figure out the middle and my motivation will not let me write this shit out. But I can’t let this AU die bc it fucking keeps me up at night.

[theplanetprince]

Shrodinger’s Adolescent 2.0 || Ch. 16

Fic: AO3 || FNN

Fandom: Danny Phantom

Rating: Teens and Up

Word Count as of update: 112.7k~

Relationships: Dash Baxter/Danny Fenton, Sam Manson/Tucker Foley, Ember Mcclain/Ghostwriter

Characters: Danny Fenton, Dash Baxter, Sam Manson, Tucked Foley, Cujo, Johnny 13, Ghostwriter, Sidney Poindexter, Mr Lancer  

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Slow to Update, Canon Rewrite, Post-Reality Trip, High School Setting, Fake Dating (Kinda), Unrequited Love, It's requited but they're dumbasses, one-sided attraction, fluff, I know the content warning is extensive, but I promise there's fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, Danny Fenton has PTSD  

Content Warnings: Sexual harassment, mentions of death, mentions decomposition, cosmic horror, environmental horror, implications of domestic violence, implications of violence against women, insects, breaking and entering, obsessive behavior,

Chapter Summary: Danny grows increasingly impatient with Ghostwriter’s antics and his refusal to leave his home. Though the guy can’t be all that bad, after all his roommate Ember McClain is worse, running her own babysitting service inside the manor. 

Author's notes: ANOTHER LONG BOI CHAPTER-- COME GET Y’ALLS DINNER. Heavy ship content towards the latter half of the chapter but you have some plot to get through first. I’m sneaking vegetables in with your brownies. -Voorhees 🍩

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Danny wasn't having much luck with the residents of the Ghost Zone. Ember and the ghost boy had been verbally sparring for the better part of an hour. The argument boiled down to—

'Why won't you let me see the Ghostwriter?'

'You can't.' 

All the while, Youngblood sat on the couch and focused on his finger reading. He occasionally interrupted the bickering pair needing assistance sounding out a difficult word before shuffling back to the sunroom. 

Ember's attention instead lay in trying to locate Youngblood's other shoe. She floated around the ground floor with rapidly vanishing patience while Danny stayed at her heels. 

"Ember, I am not leaving until—!" 

"I heard ya the first time, sparkles!" She roared, her hair bursting into a blue typhoon of flame, "Trust me, Walker is way scarier than you baring your fangs— Believe it or not! We have priorities outside of you." 

While usually, Danny would flinch at someone raising their voice, he used his thumb to feel his canines. He had no fangs, not the kind of fangs Skulker, Ghostwriter, or… even Vlad possessed. 

The rockstar rolled her eyes, "Oh please, baby pop; it's a figure of speech." 

The puzzlement on his face only seemed to delight Ember. She rose from where she was searching—McClain continued to tease, "Is that why you're here? You think the lore keeper of the Ghost Zone has nothing better to do than to answer all your burning questions about the changes you're going through?" 

She gave a haughty laugh, "Get real." 

This was worse than a tech support helpline— at least What The Tech wouldn't make fun of him in an accurate way. Fists becoming intertwined with ivory hair, Danny exclaimed, "You know why I'm here!" 

"Do you?" The pop ghost tilted her head, “Do you know why you’re here?” 

Youngblood knocked on the door frame separating the sunroom and the library. Seven times exactly. 

Ember stooped down again, opening her arms, "What's up, little man? Did you pick the books you wanted to take home?"

The boy wiped his nose on the back of his hand and presented a thin hardback novel with an illustrated cover of a ship. The title was in cascading, flowing, and delicate calligraphy. Robinson Crusoe. 

She smiled. 

"Um, that's not what—I just wanted to say that…" Blood twiddled his thumbs, "I was playing in Mr Writer's office, and I may have lost my shoe there…" 

Danny squinted at this, "Je-sus, How old are you, kid?"

Ember shot the teen a disapproving glare. 

The little ghost counted out on his fingers to the number eight, looking down at his hands. He muttered, "Give or take… like a bajillion years." 

The Phantom nearly guffawed.

Ember cut him off, "That's okay little dude; Danny was just about to volunteer to get it." 

"If that means I can see Ghostwriter— then fine! I'll go get the kid's shoe." Danny spun on his heel towards the stairs, though his wrist was grasped by McClain just as quickly.

She warned, "You can't just go up there—" 

"You've established what I can't do just fine," Danny shot back. He thought about taking a swing at her, but Sidney's nasally voice picked at his brain stem. Doing his best Jiminy Cricket impersonation.

"You need to do something first." The way her tone changed when speaking to him wasn’t that much different from Youngblood— though one could argue it was more passive-aggressive, if anything. 

After all, that’s all Danny was to these ‘people.’ If he could even call them that. Danny was some precocious yuppie that only wanted to keep his town safe. At least that was the sanitized version of events. Danny didn’t think he and his adversaries were anything alike. Though, isn’t everyone realistically between a stage of life and death at any given time? 

He wrenched his wrist from her grasp, "Like…?" 

Shifting her jaw towards a table nestled between several bookshelves lined with threateningly large tomes. On this table, there lay a face open book; its pages were a bit weathered around the edges that they no longer possessed a crispness. Yet— the paper was so white and pristine it was nearly reflective of the central light in the Ghost Zone. 

Danny was hesitant to call it a sun. Because the sun was a star, it also had cycles based on the rotation of the earth. The Ghost Zone was not the earth— it wasn’t a planet. A planet was, by definition, a near-spherical object that orbited around the sun and had enough centralized mass to overcome rigid body forces. The Ghost Zone didn’t have a shape, but it did have edges. It was a formless being, sometimes organic, sometimes not. It was a madness-inducing M.C Escher gallery. It surrounded you on all sides—mathematically perfect and straight, yet were inherently discomforting to view like Relativity. And like the self-portrait of the artist in question, the denizens of this ring of hell seemed to be too sharp, jagged, and crooked like the hairline fractures on the surface level of glass. 

Planets, biomes, ecosystems didn’t have consciousness. They didn’t have a pulse one could identify like you could identify. What Danny couldn’t call the Ghost Zone was a vacuum. Matter couldn’t survive in a vacuum. What illuminated the viridescent atmosphere? 

Arguably, this wasn’t the right time for Jonah to try to diagnose what whale he was in the mouth of. 

“You have to write a story.” She crossed her arms, a bit too satisfied for Danny’s liking. 

You’ve got to be kidding me! Danny exclaimed, “With what? I didn’t know I’d be doing homework here too!” 

Ember pointed to his closed fist. 

There was a pen within his grasp where there wasn't before. The cell was a flimsy cheap thin thing that could be found in a pack of twelve at the register of a drugstore. The kind of pen you throw in the junk drawer because you need pens. His family had these scattered all over the house. They cracked like a glow stick whenever you applied the slightest amount of pressure to them. 

"Oh…" he said somewhat flatly, "It's gonna be that kind of day, huh?" 

The pop ghost snidely remarked, "They say the pen is mightier than the sword, but wow, that is… unimpressive." 

"So, you're stealing Kitty's material now?" The phantom fired back. 

Kitty didn't have jokes. Her quips weren't as much as humorous observations but just innuendos and double entendres that would make an X-rated-video star blush. Or cringe, depending on the circumstance.

Sauntering to the end table, before he hunched over the page to begin, he paid a glance over his shoulder, "I'll have you know; my pen is fine." 

"Whatever you have to tell yourself, baby pop." 

For some reason, this was the last flippant comment to break the camel's back.

"So what kind of story does Ghostwriter want, huh?" Haphazardly he plucked up the book fast and full of malice, "My deepest darkest secrets? My worst fears so he can manifest them and make me duke it out, dungeon-master style?" Danny hissed. 

Bending the hardback and causing the spine to buckle, the ghost boy spat, "Oh, how about how I died? Yeah, I haven't had nightmares about that one for a while. Did'ya know my best friends killed me? That's a plot twist! What's it gonna take for Ghostwriter to get his skinny neurotic butt down here for an explanation?! What do you freaks want? My soul? Pretty sure that train has left the station!" 

McClain's stare became affixed to the teen. No disdain on her face, just a gradual wash of puzzlement. She regarded his outburst very curiously. Almost dumbfounded by his anger which seemed wholly misplaced. The siren stated, "It's just a story, kid. Whatever you want it to be. Ghostwriter uses it as a sort of guest book. Keeps track of the comings and goings from the manor. You can tell a lot about a person and what they write." 

"Mr Writer said I was very, very imaginative!" Youngblood chirped in from the other room. 

He wondered what could have netted that reaction but shook his head. Staring at the intimidating blank page, the phantom cleared his throat, “Does it really have to be a story? I’m kinda sorta failing English at the moment— clinging to my terrible two-point-five average—and I’m saving the creative juices for this argumentative essay I have on nuclear energy versus—” 

“Hey— babypop, Do I look like I give one ounce of a damn?” Ember picked at her nails before splaying them in a threatening manner. 

Right.

Danny swallowed dryly. 

Eyes fall back to the empty page. Couldn’t he just punch something instead? 

Pen in hand, he hesitantly put the tip to the stark white canvas. He pressed down. He could feel where the point was burying into the page. He exhaled. 

“Are you sure there’s nothing else—?” 

“Nope.” Ember returned emphatically, departing to the empty kitchen. Having grown bored from this. 

Shit. 

Resting the book back down on the table, he lingered on top of it. Pen still plunged into the desert that words were supposed to occupy. Danny wasn’t wired for stories like most teenage boys; oftentimes, he got so impatient with them— he wanted closure—resolution. Nothing that made him think. Nothing that made him dwell on his microscopic existence in the universe. No open-ended questions unless stinging a future sequel. There was so much stress in daily life it dominated the space and sucked up all the oxygen to fuel creativity. English wasn’t his thing. To make something seemed like such a burden. 

A burden Danny wanted no part in, thank you very much— 

Shutting the book, the ghost boy darted to the grand staircase in the entryway hallway— as deftly and quietly as he could, he began to take the steps one at a time.

However, nearing the middle, the stairs began to shift and jolt. There was a mechanism in the staircase that slotted into place, all of a sudden, the steps vanished. Sending the ghost boy onto his chin and back down to the ground floor. 

Ow. 

Pain centralized in his rapidly reddening chin and through his bottom jaw— See, this is how you chipped a tooth before the elementary winter recital. 

Youngblood toddled by to see the unexpected visitor on the ground and in pain. That sight was quite common. The little ghost poked Danny on the cheek with his sharpened claw finger all children seemed to possess. He did this until the Phantom glared up at the boy and demanded, “What?” 

“The stairs are magic, dummy.” Blood whispered as though this was secret and not evident. It was amusing to the tot as he began to rack with giggles. 

God, I hate kids. Ghost children are even worse.  

He was about to say something hardly age-appropriate before Ember’s thick platform boots emerged in his peripheral. The Phantom’s gaze shifted to her. The siren folded her arms over her ample chest, and she was a bit too smug for his liking. 

Grumbling, Danny thanked Youngblood for the tip. 

The younger beamed before trotting off to gather the rest of his toys. 

Ember’s hip hit the archway leading back into the kitchen; she hummed, “I’m beginning to think you have trust issues.” 

Parroting and mocking her tone, Danny hissed, “Don’t you have a shirt to go put on?” 

The ghost boy reared back and launched himself into flight. He would get up these stairs one way or the other!

Except this attempt was negated as he bounced off an invisible wall. A very prominent thud echoed through the foyer, much like how a bird would hit a window in the early morning. And that’s how you make a migraine worse— He gripped his forehead— “GOD— SONVABITCH BASTARD!” 

“Sid was right. You have no concept of patience, do ya?” She craned her head up to look at her intruder, rather unimpressed. The Siren scratched her abdomen absentmindedly, “Hey, be my guest; I won't stop you if you want to concuss yourself into next week.” 

“Sid? Like Sidney Poindexter?” Danny winced. 

“No. Sid Vicious—” The siren deadpanned, before snorting, “Who the hell do you think—? Do y’know many other Sids?” 

“I guess he thinks rather highly of you,” She squinted at the teen.

“I mean… I don’t see it.” Ember admitted with a shrug, “But the dipstick is just a pushover like that.” 

One had to speculate if Blood inherited his tact from his babysitter. 

Shoes landing on the floor, Danny was losing the battle to a house. Hard day for his ego.

"You choose to pull your own teeth." Her hair seemed to flicker at his hesitation. Her frozen fire turning skeptically, she took out another hair tie from her torn jeans pocket— taming her hair into a chaotic flaming bun. McClain tutted and pointed to the book behind him, "That's why you don't have fangs." 

She sighed, "You get in your way,” Concluding her assessment.

How many times have I heard that one? 

Hardly humbled, the phantom figured it would be easier to take the path of least resistance. He stalked back to the table and hunched over it. 

Ember watched as the ivory-haired boy agonized in silence for a few moments. Of course, making it way harder than it needed to be. She had to wonder what the Ghostwriter would make of this performance. Her thoughts drifted to him. Up there… alone. What did he think of her now? Could he stand the sight of her? That typewriter was the thing he managed to take with him into the next life. It meant the world to him. 

Because it was his whole world, she leaned the side of her head on the archway and pursed her lips.

It was ridiculous to be jealous over… an object. But Ember wished she could capture his attention like an ink ribbon. McClain wanted nothing more than to have his hands resting at her sides, instead. Ember was so used to breaking things on purpose. When was she supposed to learn to fix? When was she supposed to find the time to heal what she hurt?

Stephen had so little after all. He would never say so out loud, but he had to be angry— or worse… disappointed. 

Or maybe, it wasn't about her at all. She simply was craving a place in the narrative. 

From Danny's shoulder, he scribbled line after line. Hurriedly scrawling along the length of a page and like a bullet from a gun. The teen scratched through the first page and stamped the final period in place.

Irritated, the ghost boy chucked the book in her direction. It went through her stomach. The sound was like a sheet of metal warping on itself was punctuated by the hardback hitting the dusty checkerboard tile. Ember was unphased by this reaction; in fact, she yawned. Her thoughts were preoccupied with her roommate. 

"There. Done. Bye." Danny said in a single breath before vanishing upstairs. 

It wasn't in a tsunami's nature to fix things. It wasn't right for a flood to feel necessary.  Yet after a storm, when the sun broke over the aftermath—when the landscape was so fundamentally changed— there was an eerie stillness. A new kind of silence. How do you defy nature when the change was nature?

How do you navigate the dubious space between birth and death— and survive? What remains? Your fleeting material wealth? Your legacy? Your fading memory in minds left to erode? Can one persist because they refuse to say goodbye? But which version of you would endure; the typhoon or the tranquil shore? 

What do you do after the bough breaks?

Skidding at the top of the stairs, Danny entered into a long thin corridor that stretched on. This floor didn't seem to align with the floor previous. It stretched so far ad Infinium with doors that were exact echoes of each other; It brought to mind a hotel hallway. Yet who could need so many rooms? This didn't seem right. 

Light fixtures were holding a dingy green lampshade between every other door. Moths festered underneath the surface and scattered to the walls when the ghost boy approached. They had this pattern to warn predators of a possibly fictitious poison they possessed. The washed-out peach pinstripe wallpaper had the vaguest idea of life in its warm color. However, this feeling was quickly dashed as the phantom caught sight of the tiny holes where the insects fed and burrowed into the wall.

This caused his neck to twitch. It was such a human response to an infestation. Danny rested his hands on his belt and removed a wrist laser. Fastening to his arm, he picked a direction and began to walk. 

Licking his lips as his throat abruptly went dry, the half-reanimated child whistled, "Nice digs you got here, Ghostwriter." 

He spoke with a shaky smile, denying the tremor in his voice, "You gotta get me the number of your decorator… assuming he's still with us, that is…"

Faintly he could just detect the loud chiming bell of a typewriter just out of his earshot. 

Tap tap tap tap-taptaptataptaptap— BRRRNG— RIIIIIP— 

Danny took a hesitant stride towards it— 

"So you finally arrived? What a twist. I thought my plea would certainly fall on youthful deaf ears." 

The voice was righteous and hateful— and hushed. So hushed. 

"You didn't make it easy," Danny replied, "Come on out, we're just gonna talk—" 

"You bring weapons to talk to your friends?" 

The teen smirked with a stiff chuckle, "I just said we were gonna talk; I never said we were gonna be friendly about it." 

Behind one of the doors, Danny began to hear indistinct yelling. Muffled sounds of a lovers quarrel. Then a body fell to the floor. 

Jumping, he posed the wrist blaster at the door. It whirred to life, waiting for the trigger.

"I said you'll get your money! I promise! I just need mo—" the shrill feminine voice was barely audible.

The man didn't sound like a man, "You scum-sucking WITCH! You thief!"  

Bang… Thud…

Taptaptaptap— tap… tap tap…

BRRRRRNG… RIIIIIIP— 

Danny approached the door— twisting the faux crystal knob. Only to find nothing behind it. It was just a hotel bedroom with an unluxurious en suite bathroom with two queen beds with cheap scarlet sheets. It was empty. There was no couple. 

The only thing to be heard was his breath, hastening and hitching with the primal fear he tried to hide. Was this real? 

“I can assure you, Daniel. What you’re experiencing is just… a rough draft I'm trying to recall from memory. It's a bit hazy right now. I’m trying to find the voice of our heroine. What do you think?” Ghostwriter asked, a bit eager for some kind of feedback. 

Danny didn’t think his opinion mattered so much. 

“I was going for jaded and matured by years of trauma. I’m all I’m hearing is some damsel right now; it's a bit cliche as it is, isn’t it? I don’t want it to be some woman being saved by some big strong man— I think the piece is about… god, what is it about? Tell me when I’m rambling, Daniel; I do so prattle on when I’m in one of my moods.” 

Before the phantom even had a fraction of a chance to reply— 

“Wait, wait wait— I know how to fix this.”  

Taptaptaptaptaptaptap, tap tap tap, tap-tap… tap… tap… 

Tap. 

The door slammed shut on Danny’s face sending a plume of dust back in his direction.

 The fighting started again, things being thrown, the crack of a chair breaking into splinters on the ground. Blows landing. A body hit the closed door— causing the ghost boy to back up. Any illusion of violence now was all but confirmed. What once started as a shouting match now devolved into a fistfight. 

They were utterly fictional characters— dolls for the amusement of a sad delusional man, yet none of this logic made it to Danny’s brain as he was convinced more than ever to intervene. That was until two bullet holes exited from the door and lodged into the wall behind the phantom. He felt the hot burst of air from the weapon and the sharp snap of the hammer igniting the rounds. Red sticky fluid poured out from underneath the door, and it kept coming. Staining Danny’s white boots… 

It got real quiet after that. 

Now with the new advantage of looking through the exit holes from the door— Danny could see the covered face of the woman, shaking at what she had just done. Her curly black hair surrounded her heart-shaped face, hands colored in running mascara and… blood.  As though she attempted to resuscitate her partner after fatally shooting him. She wept into her palms. 

The Phantom reached for the doorknob once again, though his fingertips barely brushed it before a scraggly man with a goatee yanked open for him.

With beady and feral eyes, the disheveled house-body begged for an opinion, “Now how was that? Much stronger, right? Leaves with a haunting sense of intrigue and—Suspense and— what’s with the look on your face?” 

Ghostwriter with his inscrutable— unreadable expression of waning excitement. And in an instant, the hotel set fell away, revealing nothing but moths. Wave after wave of insects painted with wallpaper patterns, and the blood beneath Danny’s feet began to crawl in the opposing direction before flying off. Winged vermin of all manner of sizes and markings floated from their places and vanished— 

Still trying to catch his breath, Danny closed his posture at the sight of his bugs. They made his skin crawl. 

“What do you mean, ‘what’?” The ghost boy exploded, “You’re the one who emailed me—? It's not like I have time to waste—” 

Scoffing, Ghostwriter turned on his heel dismissively,  “Nowhere did I extend an invitation to my manor in my correspondence. I simply asked for a reply— I don’t know why I even bother to share my genius with the likes of you.” He dramatically declared the time of death for his burgeoning noir murder mystery, “It’s unsalvagable!” 

The moths migrated to the broken window overlooking the garden. The scribe followed them along their path, ensuring they didn’t deviate. The sound of his shoes clicked and creaked across the wooden floors, pairing with the wing-beats, “I don’t need to fulfill my existence by picking the brain of an incompetent child who couldn’t even die correctly. I simply did my civic duty reporting that malcontent Johnathan is— Jonathan—” He ground his serrated teeth, “He destroyed my… my— My connection to the past.” 

Squinting through the insult, Danny felt a razor on his tongue that he desperately wanted to spit, “Didn’t know there was grading curve on—” 

Eyes falling to the desk having been flattened by the bookshelves which had been upturned and discarded off to the sides. A minimal amount of clean-up went into making it up for guests. Danny distinctly remembered that the office didn’t look anything like this the first time he came here. It was a mess in here, like a robbery gone wrong. All you needed was the chalk outline of a corpse. Added with those little cue cards with large print numbers on them and incriminating items tucked into plastic baggies for the forensic team to analyze later. What used to be a desk was carved ornately with the images of lions chasing after their prey— was a heap of nails and sharp jagged broken wood. The white fleshy inner pieces contrasted the dark swirling patterns of the varnished wood, bringing to mind the intense images of bones tearing through the muscle. 

“What happened here?” Danny asked solemnly. 

Sullenly, Ghostwriter sighed. He stalked back to the front of the room, sinking into a plush crushed purple velvet lounge chaise. His arm outstretched for nothing, the storyteller buried his face into the fabric and shrunk in on himself. His energy seemed to be dissipating every second he was locked into this conversation. 

“Do they teach you anything about inference in schools these days?” 

“Fine! Explain it on the way. Let's go.” 

The opposition said nothing but gave the ghost teen a suspicious glance reserved for naked cultists wearing nothing but a cardboard suit adorned with one of their psalms on the front and back. Ghostwriter looked down at his curled nose with the same confused revulsion one would after shaking hands with someone covered in a suspicious substance. By all accounts, the idea of leaving the room sounded… unappealing and frankly… stupid. 

“I’m trying to help you,” The ghost boy barked, “You—pathetic use of post-consciousness!”  

The Ghostwriter barely perked up from his lackadaisical pose, “What a scathing retort from the protagonist foiled by an on-off switch…” 

“Get up!” Kicking the chair angrily, gnashing his teeth, “You’re the one who got yourself into this mess, and you’re gonna get yourself out of it, sad-sack!” 

“Oh, you want to hear something sad? I wouldn’t wish what you had on my worst enemy. If this were one of my stories, I would have made sure you stayed dead— look at you!— You’re the question mark meant for a meandering philosophical debate. Wandering around with no purpose like a child with a sheet over their head. You’re only aping off the actual despair of those of us who’ve authentically suffered! You confused little creature! You are an insult to life itself!” 

Gloves becoming bathed in an ominous green glow— Danny’s eyes became engulfed in fury that matched the Ghost Zone’s atmosphere. Green like a real nasty predator that rips the wings off of moths, simply for the joy of doing so, “THAT’S IT!” 

On the first floor, it was business as usual. Youngblood wanted his last little john scene before going home. And well, the pop ghost was willing to oblige. It wasn’t like she had any other plans. Ember spun a broom around, clashing it with Youngblood's wooden sword. They exchanged quips, though quickly Young became upset with the height advantage McClain had on him. He latched himself to her ankles, causing her to tumble over.

"That was pretty underhanded, kid. I like your style." She noogied him with her elbow. 

The little ghost stuck his tongue out. 

Seven knocks at the front door and the large white frame of the skull-faced warden entered the foyer. Kicking off the dust from his spurs. Matte black cowboy hat in hand, the man greeted, “Ma’am.” 

Ember gave a nod, “Ranger.” 

Youngblood bounced— pulling himself away from his babysitter, sprinting a path towards the white-suited man, “Daddy!” 

“There’s my deputy!” The man got to his knee, picking up his adopted son and corralling him within his embrace. 

McClain got to her feet and picked some debris from her jeans, “How’s it out there in the wild world, Walker?” 

Stoically he muttered, “I came as soon as I heard the halfa breached the portal. An’ he’s still parked outside… that appears to be the only trouble on the western front.” Walker let his boy crawl onto his shoulders and take a respite. 

Rolling a toothpick between his teeth, the warden queried, “Tell me, is the hoodlum behavin’ himself?” 

The siren didn’t say anything at first. Trying to hypothesize the motivation behind a living was a bit more nuanced than they could fathom. After all, it had been a while since anyone in this domain had been, in fact, alive. It was honestly a bit frightening how impulsive and impatient the Phantom was. Ember gave a teetering so-so motion of her hand, the dusty light dancing off her chain bracelets as she did so. 

“I imagine this is pertain’ to a certain… biker?” 

Flashing a coy smile, the popstar rubbed her neck, “And here I thought that big head was just for showing off your hat collection, Ranger.” 

“Charmin’ as always Ms McClain.” Walker popped his knuckles, “It is firmly established my jurisdiction ends right as ya’ll leave the boundary to the living plane. Anything that happens out there is not my responsibility.” 

Ember sighed and murmured, “You could at least pretend to care.” 

“Don’t let my respect for law be mistaken for apathy.” The warden shot back, sneering, “I am not the enemy here. The rules are not mine to change but to uphold—” 

“Enforce,” She corrected. 

Walker scowled. 

“Please don’t fight,” Youngblood whined, resting his chin on his father’s hat. 

Patting his son’s leg encouragingly, the warden’s whole effect changed. He attempted to look above the brim of his hat, “Hey, hey, don’t pay us no mind, chief.” 

He then looked down at his son’s feet. Walker glanced over at McClain, “Where’s his other shoe?” 

The ceiling in the kitchen then crashed into the tiled floor.  The air became even more muddled with the aged antiques. Danny Phantom having pinned the Ghostwriter, yanking on his wispy beard. Their bodies glittered with fiberglass and particles of insulation. Thankfully the pair didn’t sink any further otherwise, they’d be rendered to stains that needed to be washed out of the foundation. The Phantom’s fist kept raising and impacting the feeble author’s torso— he was on the brink of tears. Tears that burned his eyes and warped his vision with the reflection of his own monstrous green eyes— Tears that betrayed the anger he felt. 

Thinking fast, the author pushed the teen off of him with a concentrated shield made of ectoplasmic energy from his core. The blast sent the Phantom across the kitchen and into the superfluous french-door refrigerator. The metal box warped around his svelte frame— it hurt, yes, but that didn’t matter. It was going to hurt the Ghostwriter a lot more in a second! In a single fluid motion, the ghost boy ripped a door off the appliance. Fueled by nothing other than his own hormonal, irrational rage and adrenaline, Danny shifted to bring down the full force of the door onto the man— 

“Freeze, punk!” 

Snapping his head towards the warden, Danny quietly and hastily sequestered the fridge door behind his back. He cleared his throat awkwardly, “H-hey… Walker.” 

Then seemingly right on cue, a child’s shoe fell from the ceiling and landed in the center of the checkerboard battlefield, the tile now chipped and permanently marred. 

The trio of others observed the dust settling. Walker’s hand hovering over his neutralizing handcuffs, Youngblood’s eyes blown wide in awe of Danny’s strength, and Ember… Ember just looked unsurprised but infinitely more tired. 

—

The Fenton speeder's cabin remained entrenched in silence. Thank God. Ghostwriter was enamored with watching the Ghost Zone pass the vessel by. He claimed to get motion sick, but it didn't dissuade the ghost poet from pressing his face against the glass as if he was an animal being taken from his natural habitat. Which upon further consideration… seemed like an apt description. Danny had initially offered to let Stephen travel via the Fenton thermos with Cujo. Unsurprisingly, no one at the manor went for that. 

Add dogs to the list of things Ghostwriter was afraid of.

The vessel rocked and rumbled occasionally, yet rhythmically enough to be soothing. Danny sat behind the wheel, occasionally pinching his own leg to keep himself awake to diminishing effect. The numerous floating doors in the emerald sky loomed over their heads. The void kept chattering. Finally, the ghost boy broke a question into the air, "So, your name is Stephen?" 

"And your name is Daniel." The Ghostwriter tirelessly rapped his black claws on the armrest. Rubbing his sharpened ear on his wool-clad shoulder. Even natives to the Ghost Zone weren't immune to the churning calls and wailing. The doors that dotted the sky like stars emitted these noises, that you could almost ignore if you didn’t think about them. 

"Uh, right," the Phantom stared ahead into the empty road occasionally choking on the wheel to reroute around debris, "I'm not sure if anyone else already briefed you, but you can't call me 'Danny' outside of the Ghost Zone."

"That is your name isn't it?" 

"My pare—they don't…" Danny closed his eyes, dourly stumbling over himself, "They can't— I'm supposed to be a bad guy, so it's important that I-I keep up—I keep up the image." 

Shifting in the seat, it was uncharacteristic even for Stephen, but he felt… sorry. For Danny. The Ghostwriter felt sorry for another person besides himself. Disgusting. He held his bruised side— the flat-liner got a couple of good shots in there. Tonguing at a tooth— one of his molars must’ve been cracked in a fall. Though now he idly toiled away at trying to straighten his wildly bent frames for his glasses.  

No child should think of themselves as a villain. Even one as annoying as the Phantom. There was shame in how the ghost boy spoke about himself. 

Quid pro quo. The older specter found himself saying, "I can oblige." 

After a few demur but equally grateful thank yous, Danny took one hand off the wheel and rested a fist against his face. His eyes became half-lidded. 

Trust, like that of the existence of ghosts, was intrinsically dubious. Trust was something you gave with little hope of return. With each pass, it killed you that much more. Numbness shadowed betrayal, to make it easier to suture wounds up one would suspect.

“So who were you before you wound up here?” Danny had to keep himself awake, and not fall victim to the lull of the perpetual motion of the drive. In the learner’s permit manual, it was called highway hypnosis. He more than likely would forget whatever it was Ghostwriter would answer.

"Stephen H.G Phillips," He stated pointedly. The older specter crossed and uncrossed his legs several times unable to find space in the cramped tin-can vehicle, "You've never heard of me?" 

To humor him, the Phantom offered, "That's probably for the best. Usually in class we just study old…" he was trying to think of another word for, 'racists' but nothing was coming to him.

"I'm certainly not old enough to be studied." The poet concluded, before poking at a dial on the dashboard, "How long ago was nineteen-eighty-six?"

Tensing again, Danny exhaled sharply. Ghostwriter had to have been in his late twenties. The way he spoke with a stilted Edwardian drama, had thrown the Phantom off. If Kitty was someone's fun aunt, then Ghostwriter was the neurotic divorcee feeding stray cats next door. Stephen would have at least been fifty. He could have been fifty. The crack in Ghostwriter's glasses caught the light, causing the pilot to squint.

Stephen was offended by the boy's reluctance to answer, “Don’t be fooled into thinking that death isn’t a natural part of life. I’m quite aware I’m dead. I just don’t know for how long, you see." He then guffawed, "There’s never no-vacancies in a cemetery.” 

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a delight to be around, Stephen?" Danny couldn't help but press his foot harder on the accelerator. 

The older ghost under his breath the same dreary mantra he had been for the past several minutes, "The worms crawl in and the worms crawl out…" 

It was at this point Danny wished his mom didn't talk his dad out of installing a radio in the Fenton Speeder. Granted there weren’t any stations to pick up, but the white noise was infinitely better than Ghostwriter’s mediocre melancholic melodies. 

Next to them, giving them an escort was Walker and Youngblood on a pale horse with black spots on its haunches, the warden had leaned off his saddle to knock on the window, catching Danny’s attention. 

Through the glass, the Phantom was able to make out the sheriff’s gravelly voice, “End of the road, punk. Stay safe out there.” 

Ember who had been flying and keeping up their blistering pace also chimed in with a very graphic gesture of dragging her thumb across her throat, “If Stephen comes back with one hair out of place, they won’t be able to recognize your corpse, babypop.” 

“Happy trails, Mr Writer! See ya, Danny!” Youngblood waved from his father’s lap.

Nervously, the Phantom waved, before guiding his vessel towards the giant black tunnel that led back to his family’s lab, the basement of Fenton Works. The opening of that wormhole was swirling like the choppy currents of an ocean and rattled the vehicle like a capsule returning to earth’s gravitational pull. This was always the tricky part— 

The dashboard lights flickered and the alarms went off dying the cabin in an array of colors as well as the pressure in the air changing significantly with a pop. Danny fought the stuffy feeling in his ears, wiggling them by the lobes like he had just removed his head from the deep end of a pool, as well as keeping both hands on the wheel as the vessel would want to veer in any direction it could. Stephen meanwhile was hyperventilating. 

Did he know he didn’t need to do that? 

Didn’t seem like a good time to bring it up. 

In anticipation, Jasmine stood in the glow of the portal. If she stared at it harder maybe-- 

It could be her straight-laced personality, but Jazz did not like using her parents' equipment without their permission. Especially the portal, it made her skin pimple and her head pulse. 

Call it premature paternal feelings she had to develop in her folks' absence, but Jazz didn’t enjoy sending out her brother into the unknown while sitting on her hands. 

It was the sense of complacency. 

She had to be there for her brother because her parents couldn’t be. Jasmine didn’t blame her parents but… Danny’s condition was one of her worst fears come to fruition. She was quite anxious on her own and she didn’t think she would be competing with her once aloof younger brother. 

Life was a lot easier when all she had to do was make stove-top ramen for the kid and add canned chicken. To make sure he got his math homework done and his night light was plugged in. 

It turns out after the accident Danny didn't get a compilation of his greatest hits. Once the electricity connected with his skin and down to his nerves, all the youngest Fenton saw was black.

Jazz remembered that he was afraid of the dark for the longest time. She was unsure at what age she stopped checking for closet monsters. It was a blur. Suddenly Jasmine was in the kitchen trying to decipher boxed macaroni at age seven, and now she was here. In a blackout she created, making whoever was on call at the power company awfully confused. 

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? 'IT'S OUT OF YOUR CONTROL.'" Mr Fenton was furious that he had to halt production on his latest and greatest. Not to spoil it, but the working title was 'the Fantastic Fenton Ghost Hot Dog Griller.' With the added attachment of a bun warmer. 

Pocketing a yellow knob into her hand-me-down bell bottoms, Jazz kept her eyes on the swirling of the portal. 

There was this part of her stuck between regret and bargaining. She racked her brain constantly. Where was she during Danny’s accident? 

What was so important? 

Wasn’t Jazz supposed to protect him from monsters in the closet and keep him standing up right after every fall? 

So, why couldn’t she remember? And why did it eat away at her every time he took off?

Without warning the blunt and wide end of the Specter Speeder came in skidding. Yelping, Jazz hit the deck. The blowback sent her body towards one of the cabinets with a hearty thud. Ow.

The seal of the cockpit was broken with a sharp hiss of the hydraulics and instantly sprayed with disinfectant mist. Danny exited the vehicle, "Sorry about the rough landing, Jazz."

“You’re lucky Mr Lancer didn’t keep me long or you would have been totally up a creek without a paddle!” She nursed the back of her head, it was still tender to the touch. 

“Good god I think I’m going to be ill.” The Ghostwriter emerged from the cabin only to falter and trip on the dismount. 

Jazz perked up, “Wh—who said that?” 

Danny stepped down from the wing of the speeder, tearing his attention between his sister and the ghost poet. His head still reeling from reentry, the ghost boy snapped his fingers to remember the plan, “Uh, this is Ghostwriter, er— Long story short I think he may be able to help us track down Johnny.” 

“May be?!” The elder Fenton exclaimed, “You’re banking on bringing a ghost into a house full of trigger-happy phasmophobics on a ‘may be’?!” 

“Yep.” 

Groaning, Jasmine finally stood up, slowly but surely rising to her feet, “I sure hope you know what you’re doing…” 

At this Stephen howled with laughter, “Oh yeah, he knows what he’s doing.” 

“Is he invisible?” 

“Intangible, darling.” Stephen’s voice now floated around the beakers around the back wall near the stairs. 

Danny sighed, before motioning towards the general direction Ghostwriter was in, "I was afraid this might happen-- see because he's never left the ghost zone he's never had to exercise his abilities out here." 

Two pale rings passed over his torso, and his tennis shoes hit the clean sanitized floors of the lab, "It requires a lot more concentration than it looks. Right now, he could maybe appear as a glowing orb on camera. When he figures out how to move, then he's a poltergeist." 

"Much like the pupa of a butterfly, poltergeists are a transitional form." It was amazing that despite Stephen being in the compromising position of being a ghost in the home of arguably ‘expert’ ghost hunters, he still had the most pretentious way of describing his predicament. 

Danny rubbed his temples, "Dude, don't say pupa-- say chrysalis like a human being." 

There was a beat of pensive silence. Followed by a chuckle, "If you could see what finger I'm holding up…" 

"Pupa is a pervert's chrysalis." 

Rolling her eyes, the elder Fenton irritatedly stated, “Freud would have a field day with you both.” 

"Not to worry," Stephen assured, "I've always fancied myself a fast learner. I managed to commit one hundred and fifty years of literature to memory in the time it takes a pimple to fester on your face." 

Instinctively the siblings gave each other a glance, before confirming that neither of them was blemish-y.

A conical flask rose into the air, rather precariously. Like a broken flashlight, the Ghostwriter's form rapidly strobed in and out with the fluorescents in the lab. The hum from the electrical equipment became a grating buzz. Channeling power from whatever source he could find. Laboriously, the Ghostwriter declared, "Voila, tres bien, and so forth." 

Danny raised an eyebrow, while his sister raised her hands hesitantly for applause. Though who claps for a cheap party trick?

"YOU'LL FIND THAT WE PAY OUR TAXES LIKE ANY GHOST-FEARING AMERICANS!" Mrs Fenton had her heated moment with the power company representative. Don't feel too bad, the power company representative called Mrs Fenton 'grandma'.

The distinct sound of quartz glass hit the floor, the Ghostwriter's glow dimmed. Add raised voices to the list of things Stephen turned wussy willow around.

"Is everything alright down there my little cherubims?" Maddie called from the top of the stairs, switching gears from her customer service 'can I speak to the manager?' persona. She suspiciously asked, "I thought I heard something break…?" 

"Sorry, mom, we're good--" "Love you mommy--"

The door shut. 

"So, I'll fix the fuse box, you put away the specter speeder, and talk down the parentals after?" Jazz leaned to the younger Fenton, "Kay-o?" 

"Okay," Danny smiled, only a little. Sometimes she just said the right thing at the right moment to let him know that he was among friends.

Ghostwriter then began to whine. Broken glass made him think about blood and blood made him think about blood on him-- blood on him-- blood on him-- blood in him-- oh God he was going to faint. Stephen managed to get out, "And, uh, what should I be doing?" 

"Right now, just stay out of sight," The ghost boy ordered, "shouldn't be too hard." 

"And don't touch anything!" Jazz tacked on as she scanned the lab for the dustpan. 

They certainly had their work cut out for them.

— 

If you were to ask Danny Fenton a week ago about how the inside of Dash's room looked— he would have probably said it shared a similar aesthetic to sitcom sound stages where all the mess was completely manicured and fake. A dedicated stage right and left and a revolving door of absurd side cast that made guest appearances. Right down to the divide in the center of the room to face an audience. Every piece of furniture is angled to the camera. A facsimile of the habitat the average American red-blooded teenage male thrived in. It was like Dash was always on exhibit anyway— it wouldn't exactly be surprising. 

The walls were approachable easter pastels, the floor was some inoffensive neutral colored carpet, to avoid clashing with the important objects in the frame.

He expected posters for whatever top forty band was popular. Scattered sports equipment across the floor, baseball gloves, and mouth guards littering the top surfaces of dressers. Yet if Danny were to pull open any of those drawers, he'd find them empty. He didn't have much in the way of imagination. His cynicism would only allow him so much after all. 

When Danny pictured Dash's room, he saw a snow globe. An idealistic fragile little thing, that could entertain you for a few minutes with its detail, before inevitably being forgotten to a shelf off to the side.

However, the reality of it, Dash Baxter's room was this narrow shoe-box style space. More than likely it was a walk-in closet converted into a small bedroom. It was an aloof shrug. It was something made out of sheer desperation, years ago that no one bothered to update. It was claustrophobic. You could stand in the center, and nearly skirt the stucco walls with your fingertips. The head of the bed was aligned with the window that overlooked the backyard. The walls were an unassuming, inexpressive grey. This was done in an unprofessional haphazard way because Dash didn't want to explain his bedroom is technically a nursery. Underneath the streaks of paint, you could parse the outlines of stars and moons lining the trim near the ceiling. If you looked closely, that is. Danny didn't want to, for some reason he couldn't. 

Guided by the moonlight pouring through the sheer curtains that rustled against his intangible body, Danny navigated the room quietly and quickly. At first, he was careful not to touch anything, but upon his entry, the Phantom misjudged the gap between the bed and desk and bumped a few things out of place. 

A box clattered to the floor, its contents hitting the root of the container. The sound of dozens of tiny pieces hollowly impacting plastic. Danny squinted at the label, it was an industrial first aid kit. The other casualties included some loose pencils and a book. 

Without any thought, the Phantom placed everything back onto the desk. His eyes then caught on a random open page of sketches. He recognized the subject of illustration. It was Valerie Grey. She was posed casually, from the side, away from the viewer. She was hunched over her desk and focused on what she was writing— in that regard it was rather true to life. The style of the drawing strayed closer to a model example. The light from the window caught on the waxy surface of a polaroid under Danny's boot. The photo was of Val from the same candid angle, though the notable difference was that she was looking at the viewer. An easy carefree expression graced her features. She stuck her tongue out and playfully winked at the person behind the camera. The caption of the polaroid was written heavy-handedly with a fat-tipped marker— but those semi-hollow circles dotted the 'i's. It was freshman year presidential election. The sketch was recollecting the distant memory a few seconds before or after the photo was taken. The signature on the sketch seemed to confirm that it came from Dash's hand. 

Danny furrowed his brow in disbelief. The Phantom could hardly draw a stick figure! 

The sketchbook was thick with random inserts. Pressed flowers, reference material, more polaroids, papers with other exercise sketches and the like— 

Most were anatomy studies more than likely copied from textbooks around the art studio at school. It seemed that Dash's natural style was a homage to silver age comic books or the pop work of Roy Lichtenstein. Something approximating real life, or at least a more entertaining form of it. 

With the reason why Danny was even here, completely put on hold. He kept curiously turning pages. 

There was a running joke where Kwan was referred to in various drawings as 'salad head'. 

A swath of drawings were of various dishes Kwan's family made with photo reference attached to the corners with paper clips. Dash captured the smallest details, like the patterns around the plate, or the steam rising from the fried fish. 

Danny had absolutely no motive to continue skimming through the book, but he did. He did until he was greeted with his own face looking back at him, the Phantom nearly dropped the book again. 

From the chest up, Danny had been rendered fast, messy linework. Smiling. In the illustration Danny had his thumbs tucked under his backpack straps and appeared to be walking to another class. There was the vague shape of the guiding hand of his sister on his shoulder. Ghosting over his drawn face he couldn't remember the last time he looked like that. The page was annotated as 'the Fentons'. No punchline. No commentary. The Fentons. Like they were just any other wandering inspiration for the secret artist.  

Promptly, Danny shut the sketchbook. He didn't enjoy that Baxter held him in his thoughts. Danny was in Dash's head and had no control over the outcome. Just how long was this going on? Every time they swapped homework to grade in class? Did Dash ask his sister specifically to tutor him? When they would randomly bump into each other in the hall? Was that planned? Unceremoniously, he threw it back onto the desk. He dropped into the rolling desk chair in a boneless heap. There was a mass of nerves that occupied the space between his ribs and stomach— it was hell. He could feel the air getting thinner. He could feel the oxygen being pressed out of his body. The mass of nerves occupied a large amount of space with no weight like the pink insulation found in attics. Dread stopped up his throat to reduce corrosion and water damage. His body was stuffed with fiberglass. Incomprehensibly small shards scraped against the lining of his chest.

Why?

Why, was the only question he was left with. Why him? Why now? Why Dash? Why? 

It's because Danny wasn't listening. He was thinking—feeling, seeing— but never truly listening. He wasn't paying any attention. 

The other question was: Why was Danny still here? 

That had a much more complicated answer. 

This was different from the occasional times he abused his powers to sneak into the girls' locker room to satisfy a momentary impulsive teenage curiosity. His stomach knotted and twisted with some unidentified need. It was painful— but he kept at it. Like a scab. As if he kept digging, the pain would almost seem worth it. Wouldn't it? What if he kept going?

Discovery wasn't always an enjoyable experience. It was the result of hands smeared with dried blood. Discovery coalesced with relief.

When would this feeling end?

It was then that Danny saw his glowing reflection in the blank computer monitor in front of him. It was older than anything the school used, which was surprising. It was this huge, dense white box with a thick glass screen. It was littered with dust collected on the backs of stickers peeling from the plastic surface. They were the kind of penny stickers with puns written in a glittery font at the front of grocery stores. Of course, there were others, there were stickers of technicolor cartoon bears and cutesy Japanese product mascots. A bit childish for someone of Dash's age. 

Danny looked at his own reflection for a moment. His hair was pearly and iridescent, the stray strands floated and burned into vapor. The clock down the hall tick-tick-ticked idly… 

The Phantom's gloved hands already found themselves on the computer tower, booting up the PC. 

Hello Dash's browser history and instant messages.

Cracking his knuckles and popping his neck, the ghost boy was met with a neon blue password screen that illuminated the darkness. Danny stifled a hiss at the stunning light.

Odds and statistics weren't on the ghost boy's side, by any means. To guess a computer password without the aid of something like a keylogger would leave someone guessing ad infinitum. The letter combinations alone would enter into the realm of thousands. Well, it's not like Danny would get any deader, right? He had the time to kill. Whether that was completely ethical or healthy use of it had been completely tossed out the window he entered from. 

The fact that Dash had enough technological literacy to even set a password, should have been applauded. To put it lightly, Dash's room was a catastrophe. Tangled, fraying wires plugged into overclocked power strips, empty Tupperware containers, an array of forks fountain soda cups with moldy bottoms more than likely becoming watery sugary clumps, an overflowing wastebasket of scrapped drawings, overdue homework, and whatever could fit inside. It was a lived-in space. He could practically see Dash walking in, exhausted, from whatever after-school extracurricular—more than likely student counsel—setting down whatever drink he got at the corner store on the way back and letting it blend in with the background noise of his room. Baxter then would remove layers of his public persona in spades. Starting with his book bag, then his jacket. He would sit down at his computer desk, lean back, put his face in his hands, and decompress. 

The rolling chair creaked with his weight, Danny mimicked how that would look. He stared up at the popcorn ceiling… 

The jock was something a movie buff, going by the posters on the wall. Danny typed some movie titles that came to mind. 

Texas Chainsaw, Jaws, E.T, Terminator, Friday the Thirteenth. 

All met with a shaking type window and a bright red X. Invalid password. 

See, if this were a real sitcom— Dash would have conveniently written down his password on a sticky note placed just out of the frame of the camera. Danny dragged the heavy drawers with significant heft drawn from his shoulder. 

With an open palm, the Phantom rifled through the desk drawers for this cliche neon-colored sticky note. The first drawer contained nothing more than excess paper, drawing tools like charcoal, kneaded erasers, and allergy medication. The second was more of the same that the first one couldn't fit, along with bottles of cologne and perfume— the gentle clatter of the glass was almost enough to make him hesitate.

Though really, Danny had committed to this as soon as he knew no one was around to stop him.

The third drawer was one that piqued his interest. It was the deepest, and heaviest one that rattled the metal rail, and the wheels were damaged. The third drawer jerked open hitting Danny in the shin. 

"OW! Son of a—" 

The sight of a half-naked man on the cover of a shiny magazine graced his sight— 

Bodybuilder magazines…? 

Under a thick stack of self-esteem crippling body image-destroying magazines, there was a collection of pulp paperback books of varying conditions and lengths. The covers of these books were painted illustrations of oiled-up shirtless men saving damsels, riding horses, or other increasingly preposterous activities to do in differing states of undress. Danny had a spark of recognition, these were usually in bulk discount bins near the front of the dollar store. The titles were also ridiculous, and often just outright stated what the novel was about.

'Kidnapped by pirates'

'Stowaway on a Viking ship'

'Ravaged by Scottsmen'

'The Samurai Prince and the Pharaoh take Manhattan and the same lover.'

What in the world…?

There had to be a dozen or so.

With a brief flip through, the ghost boy found several dog-eared pages paired with highlighted sections. Huge blocks of salacious text had been dyed neon shades of marker ink and annotated, with Dash's shorthand in the margins. Definitely not required reading.

Surprisingly, only one of these novels depicted… two male leads without a notable female romantic interest. The lilac title was in a swooshy, calligraphy-style font. 

'The Baker and The Draft-Dodger.'

The cover was of two men, who hadn't lost their clothes, laying on a picnic blanket under a tree. One wore a denim jacket paired with the biggest sideburns, while the second man had freckled skin covered by a conservative pinstriped button-up. Denim jacket was glancing at freckles… in a single look, Danny could understand and feel the longing drawn on the protagonist's face because it was the same expression Dash had when looking at him.

Further delving into the content of the book, it was significantly toned down from the others in the collection. It was yellowed with age— 

The front door downstairs opened, the sound of house keys impacting a glass bowl. Sneakers were inbound, jogging up the steps.

Hastily the Phantom threw the novels back into the secret drawer, and haphazardly removed any evidence that another soul had been in the athlete's room. Danny threw himself to the ceiling and remained perched in the corner. 

His dog arrived first, the chihuahua's frantic claws clicking and skidding across the floor. The animal slid into the door, using its baseball-sized head to open it. 

The athlete came in, throwing his gym bag to the ground. Baxter was loosening up his muscles from a long day at practice. Shuffling his feet, buzzing with leftover energy from the brisk walk home. He was holding another book, this looked to be a lot slimmer. A plain unassuming cover that had the title in a small type. They were stage directions or a script. 

Taking off his jacket with a yawn, Dash folded it over his arm and opened his closet to hang it up. Pastel plush animals came tumbling out which almost caused the Phantom to chuckle. Dash waded and nudged them out of the way, before rolling his script. Swearing under his breath, the jock clicked his lamp on.

While scanning the pages, the quarterback began to use a specially installed bar in his closet to lift himself off the ground single-handedly.

It was quite the sight to behold, as it didn't look like it was any great effort on his part. Aside from a grunt or sharp exhale here or there, the athlete kept the motion going.

The Phantom observed, watching Dash from afar. Like he always did. That seemed to be a recurring pattern in their lives, Danny was just always on the outside of Dash's little world. He observed Baxter as he must have worked through seventy chin-ups, and sweat started to bead on Dash's forehead, making his eyes burn. 

With his feet back on solid ground Dash maneuvered as if he was going to take off his shirt. It was clinging to him uncomfortably. His eyes lingered on the mirror on the back of his door-- deciding against it. Instead, pulling at the hem, stretching the fabric out. After a few threads popped, he ceased. Baxter balled up his fists with the end of his shirt. Blinking rapidly. He didn't want to look at his own reflection, at his own body. It was odd from what Danny could observe. How for a second when Dash saw himself…there was that look of disappointment in his reflection.

Trailing back to his desk, the quarterback wiped his face of sweat. Under his breath, he muttered a line while scavenging for the page. Scanning the pages with sweat stinging his eyes— the jock was straining to read the small print in the book. Baxter removed a pair of large square glasses from the first drawer of his desk, putting them on. They had thick charcoal rims with smooth vanilla-colored inner temples.

It was like the difference between Super-Man and Clark Kent. Flaws were something that couldn't be replicated, which ultimately made someone infinitely priceless. That's all humans were: imperfect. 

If Danny could feel his face it would be flush. He has never so badly wanted to reach out and touch something. It was inexplicable. He wouldn't even know what to do after making that contact. The why didn't matter so much, the need. The need to just-- touch him. To confirm that he was real. He found himself clutching his hands together, so tight, to imitate some kind of closure. 

God, what was wrong with me? 

"... Now hear this—" Dash read aloud, before clearing his throat. He eased into the line with a wariness. It was Natural. It startled Danny that Dash sounded irritated in an instant. He was speaking as if demanding to be heard for once in his life. Agony coming from being spoken over for too long. 

Something Danny never thought could be possible for the jock. Through most of his life Dash either had nothing to say or tripped over his own tongue.

He spoke with an unrelenting hushed precision, "Now hear this, Willy. This is me." 

This is me.

Something Dash could never actually say outside the safety of this room. 

Baxter repeated with conviction, "This is me."

The second time, the jock took the line hitting his chest. There was a fitful solace in his voice that caused Danny to shiver.

Dash looked so small from up here.

Stop thinking, Fenton. Danny shook his head like faltering through a punch.

"You know why I had no address for three months?" Dash asked nostrils flared, "I stole a suit in Connecticut and I was in jail." 

Taking a moment, his face softened. He broke character, Dash then remarked, "It was Kansas… Kansas City. Where did I get Connecticut?" 

The quarterback then placed the book open on the floor and began to plank above it, mouthing the words silently to fine-tune the delivery. Dash had returned to his nightly exercise routine.

Johnny wasn't here. Danny was completely lying to himself if that's his reason for staying behind. It was aided by the fact that this was completely inappropriate. Normally Danny didn't have such a loud conscience about this type of behavior. The longer he stayed, observing Dash from the ceiling of the bedroom, he felt weird. His stomach hurt.  

Danny, like most teenagers, had a hypocritical relationship with privacy.

Sure, he didn't respect the lock on Jazz's diary. He didn't respect the locks in most places. If Sam wanted to keep him out of her house, she would say something. Actually didn't want to know most of what Tucker told him willingly. This was different. The Phantom was transfixed but painfully aware. If there was a line— it was coming into view again. Floating to the floor, Danny still had to check the rest of the perimeter for it to count as an actual check. The wood creaked under his boots— 

Pookie, who had been sleeping soundly in a ball on Dash's bed, twitched an ear to the noise. The chihuahua growled, lifting his head toward Danny. Despite being invisible, animals still had some sixth sense humans didn't have.

Pantomiming the universal sign of 'shut up', Danny wordlessly gestured to the dog. He did not want this to be his impression as the Phantom, some weirdo degenerate who watched people in their homes.

Pookie stared at the ghost boy and began yapping. At first, being aggressive, but then after some hesitation, the dog entered a play stance. Barking and reaching a single paw up to his friend from the other day.

Launching himself from the bed—Pookie hit the ground and grunted. Pinning himself to the wall Danny attempted to move, only for the floor to keep giving him away. Squeaking underneath his weight. This only led to Pookie following the phantom more closely—making attacks on his shoe. 

"Go…! Get away!"  The Phantom snarled. 

Dash groaned, “Pookie, c'mon I can't play right now." 

Biting his lip—Danny needed to stay absolutely as quiet as a corpse could be. But the chihuahua had other plans. Since Pookie couldn't get Fenton’s attention by chewing on his footwear, he elected to go find a toy to present. 

Pookie sprinted down the hall, using Dash as a launchpad. The athlete collapsed from his position, annoyed but amused like most pet owners were.  He rested on his hip, before rising. While Dash's gaze followed the dog out of the room, his body moved to the window. The window Danny was currently in front of. 

On the surface Dash had extended his arms to draw his curtains closed, seeing that Pookie might have gotten hysterical over a squirrel. Though in reality, Dash had stuck his arm straight through the ghost boy's chest. 

Danny sucked in a breath—

It didn't hurt. Was it weird that he wanted it to? To feel something, to tell him that this was wrong? 

Normally when Danny hit a dead-end chasing down a poor decision, he would redirect. Or give up. It was usually the latter. He put one foot in front of the other and suddenly he was in front of the computer again. This was no longer an impulse, it was a compulsion for information.  Hands trembling with adrenaline. He had to think— he had to think—

They were more alike than different so— 

What password would Danny use? 

Danny Baxter 

… 

… 

The loading wheel animation briefly froze as if it was going to boot up the desktop.

Invalid Password 

He wasn’t sure to be relieved or to be offended. With an even slower approach, the ghost boy pigeon typed—

Danny Fenton 

… 

...

Invalid Password

The Phantom's brow furrowed. He meant something to Dash! Didn't he? He had to. He must've. It seemed now that they couldn't untangle the mess they created, the only solution was to trace it back to its origin and interrogate it. Why did Dash like him of all people? The jock could have anyone he wanted, so why… so why Danny? Why Danny Fenton? 

None of it made any sense! 

Without thinking or much effort, the Phantom ripped the bulky monitor off the desk and threw it into the wall. Exhausting it to shards of glass and motherboards. It took a chunk out of the drywall too—creating a sizable dent. Sending out of a puff of powdery remains. 

Yeah, paint is not gonna cover that.

The chemicals and hormones released when experiencing attraction—love—Oxycontin, Dopamine, Norepinephrine—were associated with decreased appetite, sleeplessness, and extreme relentless euphoria. It was science. And in science, there was cause and effect. There was some semblance of law and order. 

But… this?

This all just some elaborate joke? It had to have been, right? 

Maybe that was just wishful thinking on Danny's part. 

He wanted to be the fool. He knew what that felt like. He knew what it was like to be nobody at all. 

But now, he was diving headfirst into something new. Something unknown. 

The loose cord from the monitor whipped things from the desk to the floor again. His hands glowing with toxic green energy, Danny just wanted to destroy all of it. The lamp must’ve been lost in the scuffle because a beam of light from the hallway caught his attention first.

Danny snapped his gaze to the creak of the hinges. There was a silhouette in the door frame. 

Eyes wide in terror, Dash's line of sight went from the fresh dent in the wall, his computer monitor smashed to bits, to the mess scattered along the floor, the trash caught up in the whirlwind, and finally the ghost in the center of it all. 

"Wh-What the hell?!" 

The Phantom wondered how his must've appeared. A malevolent entity surrounded by carnage with scleras reflecting and twisting the moonlight like a wild animal. Those soulless green eyes that glowed like embers— yet the room around them became static with a sudden chill. The sound of frazzled wires trying to connect and finish their circuit. It must've looked like something out of a horror movie. To find something so alien— something vague in humanity—encroaching on the place you felt most safe.

Seething, chest heaving, "Why'd you have to go and complicate EVERYTHING?!"

The sight was enough to make a nonbeliever quake with the fear of a god above. 

The accusation only caused the living teen to become more confused. His lips twisted into an expression that held back a scream, if only just barely. Dash stumbled back until his spine hit the balcony guard rail, if he were any more desperate to get away, he might have just fallen through to the ground floor. 

WHY WON'T YOU LET ME HATE YOU?!

His voice cracked, "P-please, don't—" 

The utter helplessness in his words was enough to make Danny halt completely in place. Without realizing it, the ghost boy had his fists clenched and energy pulsated behind the skin of his palms. Danny was blurring his waking and slumbering lives. 

Then all at once, the Phantom became afraid. Not of the situation, not of his tormentor standing across from him—but the Phantom was afraid for Dash. Because Danny was in control.

There was nothing to stop Danny from burning one side of the living teen's face with frostbite. He had thought about that specific scenario a lot since receiving his powers. The asymmetry was required. Danny wanted to ruin the quarterback just enough. And that thought was terrifying. It was this near childlike desire to rip him apart and put him back together. To choke the life from blond and suture it onto his own skin— praying that his body wouldn't reject it. That somehow by being terrible people, they were compatible. 

Danny wanted to ruin him. It was so much easier to make a monster than to admit there never was one there to begin with. He wanted to ruin Baxter just enough so that everyone could call him by his name but hesitate to do so. 

Like a broken bell, the sound would never be exact. 

The Phantom took a breath. Shuddering and stuttering, blue wisps exited his mouth. Two. Then four. Johnny wasn't here. There was no need to prolong this. 

As Danny glared down at the floor, his joints popped, loudly and awkwardly. Rendering himself intangible he sunk through the carpet and out of sight.

Watching the figure vanish right in front of his eyes— Dash nearly felt his legs give out but had enough sense to hold the balcony railing. 

Baxter's parents were gonna blame this one on him, too, weren't they? 

[ecto-stone]

So I don’t really know that much about that my blood au you created could you tell me a bit about it?

Ha hah I Hope this is Edible

So My Blood Au is just Me dumping all the cool stuff i can think of into a DP what if Vlad is Good ^For Starter MB Vlad or Vladimir Jude Masters is a Paranormal investigater/ hunter/exocist in a sense. He seemingly Perfect in People eye, Not Really on the inside as he have many problem stem from living so long and going though alots of thing that he prefer not to talk about that he hide from People , go so far as to adjust his own emotion to what he find fit to the situration making him really hard to read. (Not Jack and Danielle, those are close enough 2 peel him like an onion if they sense something off). -Vlad And Danny are not same kind of Halfa in this AU, Vlad is Two soul (Half Blue Demon Vampire Ghost, Half Human twisted together and blend into one) and Danny is Soul within soul (Going though the accident give him two identical soul that over lapped each other) -Ghost are nerf and ecto beam and ecto Base attack can harm ghost but they can't harm Physical thing in living world Unless they are infuse with Core element same with Human entering Purgatory. -The world have 5 Realm: LivingWorld, Purgatory (GhostZone), Elsewhereness, Fairy Land and Unworld. +Going with the idea that originaly Vlad is supposed to be a vampire and many ghost in the series feel like they are more supernature creature then Ghost. Living world now have many Human and other Creature living among each other , hidden in plain sight +Purgatory: Where Ghost go and heal before they move onto Elsewhereness (Heaven in this verse) or Rebirth back to the living cycle. There are many area in Purgatory that fit human decription of after life look like , this is due to collective faith and ideal of many Ghost focus with each other to created these Resting stop. Incidentally like the living world these area are also watch over by being call King and Queen of the Death (Caretaker and protector of the Death soul, a being with incredible power capable of bending reality). Most well known one are the King Dark, Prince Argon and Princess Dora of the Dark Age Zone. Queen Desire of the thousand and one night. ect.. newest King of the death is Ghost Writer (library of the forgotten) but he prefer not be refer to as king, just Ghost writer. +Elsewhereness: The final resting Places of enternal Bliss. Once the Soul is ready to let go of all earthly desire, they are send here. Not much is known about this realm or it location. When a Soul reach enlightment it will automatically know where to find it. The realm also House many god. +Fairy Land: Home to care taker of the childhood inocent and many god that work to keep the universe running. Most common creature that live here is Fairy with two side one silly colorful side that appear to children to granted what ever their heart desire. The other is the Blue fortune side that Weaved the fabric of Luck and fate. +Unworld: A Dark realm with one way in no way out. It house many dangerous creature, ancient outer god and unspeakable Evil that have been banish to through age by god and human. >the Origin Story: +Vlad and Jack are Friend from Childhood (Their Bond are really tight kinda like Sworn Brother ) unlike their canon counter part meet in college. They Hunt Ghost but in more of a Release soul from their earthly bound kind of way via the info they get from the Masters Family Grilmore. (There is one major inconvience is that You need to wait for the correct day and time to perform ritual sending ghost back to purgatory so they can Move on to Elsewhereness/heaven of this verse ) +They Meet Maddie in college (Maddie and Vlad almost alway in a total clash with each other with Maddie tech almost Hunter like way in dealing with ghost and Vlad more traditional Way of Handling them) Which end with Three of them forming the Original Ghost Trio. With Maddie accept Vlad and Jack Respect the Death ideal. And Vlad and Jack incorperate More Technology into their Asset. +Maddie point out the inconvinient of having to wait for the correct day for each ghost to send them back to Purgatory (Their room are fill with

Container for ghost), Which lead to them comming up with the idea of Making a Ghost Portal. <Note: MB Vlad is not into Romantic relationship, Platonic one Matter to him more> >The Accident: No diet soda the Accident is purely due to one miscalculation that cost Vlad life (his Head got Blash Clean off infront of Jack and Maddie) In that Split Second of His face getting disintigrating, Vlad get a Glim into UnWorld (the Realm where are Demon and evil of the four realm are banish to) and Got Latched on and Pushed Back to the living world by a Demon Vampire Ghost Both Soul are now inhabited Vlad headless lifeless body, in Which about 3 day after Vlad burial that Vlad Body got completely decontructed inside the coffin and recontructed into a body that is more fitting to host both . Vlad have a hard time remembering Who he is after kinda get rebirth and Wander the world until he Get Suck into a Natural Ghost Portal and got Flunk Back in time. >Journey of an Immortal Being: -Vlad Stuck in the Past, He recovered his memories, Going through existenal crisis, Evil phase, Evil make me feel bad, Not Evil anymore, Found out that he is immortal now, Existenal crisis part2, Acceptance, Travel the World and Start doing the what ever he like, learning old way of magic still helping ghost and other supernatural being. -Caused several Major Change to the past that Mythical Creature got un extinct. (Due to the Law of life and death this does not affect who get born or not, it just that the world got alots more races now and those used to be born human in the original timeline might get born as another races entirely) -Get Mistaken for Messiah.( Look You can't kill Vlad, He would just be gone for like 3 day then comeback) -Caused the legend of Dracula. -Vampire cult have a horrible obession with Vlad as a Whole. Look like vampire act like one, can walk in plain day light and more importantly the ability to Open a Portal to Unworld . ( Vlad don't use this ability much and can only open small one as it is very energy consuming) -Meet his own ancestor Which is the Fentonightingale that Later Splited into Fenton and Nightingale (later change to Masters) leading to revealation that Jack and Him might be very distant Related. -Bickering With Time God (Do not trust the Clock Man that work for the Eyes) -Get Caught in War far too many time. -Meet Phantom (an odd entity that is oddly clingy to him) in the Great War. -Meet Other Some of the DP ghost when they still alive -The Horrible Bar incident that reveal Phantom true nature, an evil being that wish to turn the world back to it original nature of nothiness and try to turn vlad to the his side, Kill, Seal in Rock Case covered with Sigil to prevent Phantom from escape, Chuck it into the ocean. - The Contruction of the Coffin Ghost Portal. (Havent actually went into the Purgatory caused the CCP is one Way Portal. -Forming of many Hidden town that home supernatural being. Amity Park is one of them. - And many more unseen story >Daddy Stolen Ribbone saga (MB Vlad is sterile, he want to have kid but can't.) -The Vampire cult that he have grudge with attemp to Clone or at least created a child that have Vlad Power through ritual and cult like method. Imagine Danny Clone but even more mess up . -Vlad end the life of most of them by his own hand (they are suffering, it is best to let them go) -Birth of Danielle: +Danielle Evelyn Masters or just Dani/Dee for short is the only Stable child come out of this whole odeal. She is Created From Vlad Ribone like a Twisted Eve. And like in the book it caused both of them to be very attached to each other in a Fatherly Daughterly Way. +Dee Have Vlad Ghost power and Demonic Power but No ghost form (Her default funtion as both and whether she is in ghost mode or Human mode is all Up to energy control) and no connection to Unworld there for she can't open portal to Unworld. Dual Soul nature Wind/Fire.

+She like Frog and is interested in Marine biology (which Vlad have full support over, she have a room fill with Vlad hand made frog plusie that she all named. +He raise her teach her everything he know about how to deal with supernatural being and how to Snipe Vampire from a long distant with pin point accuracy.

+An kidnapped incident with the Vampire cult latter resulted in Dee Death at the age of 12 (1999), and Vlad becoming fully Merged into one Being with Plasmius. and wipe out the entire vampire cult in a horrible Vlad the impaler way). +After wiping out the remainder of the cult, vlad go into retirement and work as a wall Painter < he work supper fast on celling painting and no one know why> >The Boy Who Fly (2 year before the start of actual MB story) -Danny Gain his power at the age of 10, his parent know. The event of Portal acivation caused the whole town to have a black out. -They move House alots for 2 year. And Jack try his best to make his family as normal as they can be after accidenly k his friend all those year ago and now half eff his own son. -They finding out amity park their new home is on accident when the RV engine die mid way through the middle of no Where (The town shown it self to those in need) -Danny hide his abiltiy. But after a gym incident. and getting Praise by his peer for it instead of scold like with the adult Danny start getting bolder using Floating power around his new friend when no adult is watching. <Vlad who is Working on the Giant Raven paiting for the School Saw this and know imediately What Danny is> -They offically meet each other on the the roof top, when Danny mom ask him to go down the store and by some bread and he decided to try to Air Frog Swim to it. They become friend and Vlad even teach Danny how to fly properly before having to leave (they visit each other alots after the revealation, and vlad is a good adult friend that Danny can talk to) (Danno forgot about the bread and return home breadless) -Jack may stop with the whole Paranormal hunter/ghost scientist job but not Maddie. She keep doing it behind his back due to danny special need in ecto base consumtion (he havent grow abit since the accident and keep getting smaller and it concerning) -Jack found out and they have a Fight. which lead to Maddie go to his Sister house. -Danny Found out about why his dad was so stressed out about ghost thing now. When looking through his parent old stuff with his new friend tucker. (Dude why does your parent have a Picture of the wall painter in thier old junk). He show the image to Vlad. -Danny Get jack to tell the story about the inccident. Dad what if i tell you that Your friend who die 18 year ago survived and is on our front door right now. Reunion, Jack feeling guilty about making them both like this. Go Get Maddie. Happy reunion of the trio. -Fenton Parent become accepting to Danny condition, Danny have a good mentor that can teach him ho to control his power And they live happy ever after for now

[ghostgothgeek]

Hey, there! It's me again. I'm about to ask something that might be a bit controversial, so sorry in advanced for that, but I've been thinking about it and I just can't get it out of my head.

From what I've seen, the Flirting with Disaster Vs Double Cross My Heart conflict stems from Sam being supposedly hypocritical because she got mad at Danny for spying on her when she did the same thing with him and Valerie (never mind that the situations were vastly different 🙄).

But the thing is, are we even sure Danny didn't know he was spied on?

Unlike DCMH where Danny passive-aggressively muttered the spaghetti sauce comment (which he shouldn't have known about), Sam was very blatant when she told him Technus was manipulating him and Valerie. Sam got mad at Danny when he exposed himself, but Danny? He laughed his ass off!

Even Tucker pointed out the things that happened in his previous dates with Valerie. Admittedly, Danny himself could've told them those things, but then it wouldn't have made sense in-universe that Sam told him about Technus. From Danny's POV it would've been completely out of the blue. I don't know if I'm making any sense, sorry.

And yeah, I'm pretty sure Tucker and Sam were also hiding when they spied on them, but that could've perfectly been because of Valerie? So she didn't see them?? And go, "Why are Tucker and Sam watching us?" with Danny saying, "Um... because I'm the ghost you swore to destroy no matter the cost and they worry about my safety?" ?????

I dunno, there's just something there that makes me think Danny actually knew Sam and Tucker were watching, as opposed to his own spying on Sam and "Gregor."

May I ask for your thoughts on this? Thank you.

Omg I'm sorry I meant to answer this literally months ago whoops.

Yes, you of course can ask for my thoughts!

Hmm. I've honestly never really thought about it. You're correct, Danny doesn't seem to react in a way that suggests them knowing was out of the blue for him. So either he knew, or he doesn't give a shit. And yes, circumstances between the episodes are very different, and Nick has a good post that kinda covers that, but let's ignore that for a second.

It would make sense for Sam and Tucker to be watching for safety purposes. Valerie is hell bent on hurting Danny, and you never know when a ghost could pop up and Danny needs a distraction to go ghost and get it. Sam is obviously a bit jealous, but ultimately her and Tucker are concerned for Danny's safety (also like Sam isn't spying by herself like Danny was, Tucker backed her up).

But honestly, I don't think Danny knew and it is likely he's too distracted by arguing with his friends to acknowledge being spied on. Also, Danny is part ghost. It's so much easier for him to spy without anyone knowing. Plus, Sam's a girl. She never knows if Danny would break her trust and spy on her at inappropriate times (i.e. getting out of the shower). I don't think he would, but it is canon he goes in the girl's locker room even though that's gross and we ignore that part of canon too. But that could be a reason I can see Sam being more upset about being spied on.

But ultimately, the spying in both circumstances are VERY different, and I'm pretty sure the writers were just not smart enough to catch on to the fact that Danny didn't make a scene whereas Sam kinda did. I think Danny in general was just shocked at the idea of Technus setting him up that he just forgot/didn't care about the rest. But you can absolutely argue that he did know!

[dannyphantom-rewrite]

Character ref for; Jack, Maddie and Jazz,

Art by @gally-hin / @gally-hin-phantom

Okay so first off; in terms of Actual redesign, I didn't change a whole lot. I'm actually very fond of Jack and Maddie's design's, my only real issue was with their proportions. Like...look as a lady person who is also thiCC I do not have a fucking wasp thin waist and I'm sure I'm not the only one, lmao. As for Jack? Godamnit he looked like a brick on toothpicks. Just Let him be a fucking Bara man! Anyway of course I asked Gally to do this one bc they're fucking great at drawing different body types

I also cannot and will not take credit for Jazz's outfit. I didn't have any issue with her canon clothes aside from them being a bit plain, so what she's wearing here was literally pulled straight off of her original concept art, which I will link here.

Anyway, getting to the Actual character lore now, let's start with

Maddie Fenton

-Full name is Madeline (I haven't decided on a maiden name yet)

-Born and raised on a farm in Arkansas, had a southern accent that she trained herself out of in college bc it was just one more reason for people not to take her seriously. Still sometimes uses "y'all" completely unironically bc old habits die hard.

-She has a really big family, and they're proud of her accomplishments but feel like she's wasting her talent studying ghosts, because really, up until the Fenton portal was up and running there wasn't even any solid proof they existed. Her sister Alicia is the one outlier there, and even if she doesn't understand, it she completely supports her.

-She majored in engineering and minored in psychology at Wisconsin EDU. Her, Jack and Vlad were all in the same engineering class, and that's where they met.

-Maddie is particularly interested in how ghosts think, analysing their behavior, their motives. Not only that, but they aren't just dead people with unfinished business, they've built an entire culture in the Ghost Zone that is completely seperate from humanity, and she wants to understand all of it.

-skilled marksman and 9th degree black belt, (which is. The highest fucking level there is holy shit? I looked it up after I saw it on her wiki page.)

Jack Fenton

-He's from Minnesota (Amity park is in Illinois and him and Maddie didn't move there until after they got married) 

-okay, "but why minnesota specifically" you ask? Because. I crave. Foot ball discourse. 

-minnesota vikings vs green bay packers guys do you UNDERSTAND WHERE IM GOING WITH THIS 

-The funny thing is that Jack only watches football casually while Vlad is a fucking die hard so when these two got together to see a game it was like....

-Jack: Here to chill and have a good time.

-Vlad: Primed and ready to start a fist fight at any given moment.

-I am never not going to be salty about how Canon Jack was portrayed like a complete moron 99% percent of the time. Like no...theres a difference between Actual Stupid and ADHD induced dumbass-ery.

-Am I saying Jack Fenton has ADHD? Yes. why? Because I also have ADHD and I have always vibed So Hard with his Character.

-Jack is loud and easily excited about things that interest him. He's impulsive and fidgety and yeah, a bit absent minded. He has a mouth that clearly runs so much faster than his head. His train of thought doesn't get derailed so much as it stops and takes several different detours on the way to it's final destination.

-and that's only the tip of the iceberg, really, I'd need an entire essay to get into this completely, but I just really relate.

-Jacks skill-set / interests regarding ghosts vary a bit from Maddie's, most notably in the sense that he doesn't believe that they're static entities already set in their ways, completely incapable of change.

-Jack majored in engineering and minored in Biology at Wisconsin EDU.

-Jack's work with tech is a bit hit or miss. He definitely HAS the engineering skills, but the intrest isn't always there and he's constantly jumping back and forth between different projects. He tends to focus on the concept work and schematics and leave most of the assembly to Maddie as a result. It's an arrangement that works well for them, and has drastically decreased the number of unintentional explosions in the lab.

-A lot of Jack's work tends to revolve around ghostly biology and Ectoplasm, figuring out how ghosts are made, what makes them tick, what the hell Ectoplasm Actually Is, how it's used as an energy source, ect.

-and yes, that does also mean he handles the dissections.

-See that facial scar? Yeah, that's not actually there at the start of the series rewrite but it's very important for plot reasons so I had to include it. Can't say much more on the subject because SPOILERs owo.

Jasmine Fenton

-Jazz is a 18 years old, and a senior at Casper high.

-Which means she prepping to go away to college and won't be around to keep an eye on Danny.

-Obviously that doesn't mean I'm just writing her out of the story, oh no. Know why? Because she's also gonna go to Wisconsin EDU. ya know who else is in Wisconsin? Fuckin' Vlad.

-Jazz is autistic, Although she passes for neurotypical in part due to symptoms being completely over looked in girls due to gender stereotyping and also the fact that she doesn't have any special interests that are considered " "too weird.""

- Her hyperfixation with psychology started at a young age in an effort to better understand people, and social/emotional cues and all that.

-Jazz is well liked at school but she's not popular or apart of any specific group or clique. She's very kind and compassionate to people, and just about everyone knows her, but you'd be hard pressed to find someone who actually Considered her a friend. Except maybe Spike.

-I'm gonna have to give spike his own Character ref at some point, but he's this scary looking goth kid that's been held back twice. He's actually super sweet, just really fuckin' quiet and anxious. Him and jazz kinda ended up gravitating towards each other. She might do most of the talking, but they look out for each other.

-its not like jazz doesn't try to socialize, but it's difficult and she's found it much easier and less stressful to just. Keep to herself and let her interactions with her peers stay shallow and superficial. Sure, it's lonely sometimes but it's better than constantly worrying about saying the wrong thing or making some other misstep.

-One of Jazz's other special interests is football, and it's not so much the players or the game as it is the strategy of it? Started out as one of those things you do to bond with your dad, and she ended up getting really into it.

-She absolutley winds up getting into stupidly intense discussions with Vlad about it, too, lmao.

-Her and Danny probably bonded over SBNation bc that shit has both sentient satellites and ridiculously complex football mechanics.

-She's completely oblivious to the fact, but Dash has a massive crush on her bc holy shit this girl understands football (hey bud your toxic masculinity is showing put that shit away)

-I mentioned that Danny was in Cheer for a bit in middle school so it makes sense that she'd also be pushed into doing some kind of extracurricular activity.....so.....she was in a martial arts class for a bit thanks to Maddie and has a good grasp on self defense.

I think that's everything? I feel like I'm leaving things out tho? Idk if I did I'll come back and add on to this later and also pls don't hesitate to ask questions bc it really helps me flesh things out better.

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom season 2, ep 12-16 thoughts! these episodes, in comparison to the first 10 or so, felt way more laid back and low-stakes, which I appreciate sometimes. I didn't appreciate how lazy jack's halfa design was in masters of time, it made me so annoyed I redesigned it. 👎🏻 u_u

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-'picking a fight with me and my upgraded form!' 'you upgraded to a mullet?' DANNNNY. YOU CANT SAY THAT TO TECHNUS. YOUVE HAD A MULLET TWICE NOW ('fun' split danny, and evil future danny BOTH HAD THEM). I HAVE THE RECEIPTS.

-danny seeing technus hurting valerie and yelling I AM GOING TO BREAK YOU IN HALF. SAMEEEE <3

-axion labs is now a part of vladco. FUCK YOU VLAD. hes not even really IN this episode, but just thought I'd throw out a nice fuck you anyway.

-'capable of blasting a single person into space in (2) minutes!' tucker. that would kill someone. i mean yeah they might get to space, but theres NO WAY THEY WOULDNT CATCH FIRE, OR THEIR ORGANS WOULDNT LIQUIFY BECAUSE OF THE STRAIN. THEY'D PROBABLY PASS OUT BEFORE THEN, BUT. ...no, okay, I get why vlad bought this company. this is RIGHT up his alley.

-danny KNOWS VAL DIDNT DO THIS, THAT SOMEONE STOLE THE SUIT. AND SPENDING ALL NIGHT CHATTING WITH HER. <3 and val is a 9TH DEGREE BLACKBELT?? danny's mom is, too!! omg and she hunts ghosts, his parents would love her. and her fav fruit is kumquat bc its a funny word. im so with danny val is amazing. I love her and I Do Not Want To Hear It From Sam.

-I knew danny wanted to be an astronaut, but the bowling tidbit is like. yes give me more useless info abt these characters, I love tiny details that make them feel more human, and im glad hes got hobbies aside from ghost stuff, we dont really see a lot of that!!! (I mean, we knew 'fun' danny from when he split himself in half liked bowling, so obv it makes sense he LIKES it, but hes very GOOD at it. so proud of him, bowling king) val calling him neil armstrong and them teasing each other. LOVE THAT.

-technus you are my favorite grandpa for setting this up. SAM WHY ARE YOU BEING SO CREEPY BE HAPPY FOR YOUR FRIEND!!! STOP SPYING ON THEM!!! who actually cares if technus did 'set them up' together, theyre having fun and enjoy each others company!!! 'you think the universe wants you two to be together?' 'i dunno, but maybe /I/ do!' EXACTLY DANNY!!! SOO TRUE.

-and valerie being happy sam said she wants to try and be happy for them and make room at the lunch table for them. and hugging sam over it. VAL NEEDS MORE FRIENDS.

-VAL GOING AFTER TECHNUS IN HER SUIT WITH (1) MILK, AND (1) TREE BRANCH AND KEYS!!!. I LOVE YOUUUU BEST GIRL. her new suit kicks ass

-dannys like 'HEY IM AN ASTRONAUT :D' AW. ...HES IN SPACE... the fact he's actually intending to give her the ring. with SAMS NAME ON IT?? IM CRINGING DANNY NO. YOU CANT DO THAT...thank god he didnt. thank god valerie cut it off and said they can just stay friends for now. tbh, they both have a lot on their plates!! they obv both still like each other...it can be a future thing!! when she knows about phantom! youre 14 theres no need to rush. I just want her to have friends and be happy :(

-...danny struggles to do (1) pull up. SAME. but all the ghost fighting in phantom form REALLY doesnt carry over at ALL? that sucks

-sam being as fit as she is, is not just a goth. shes a goth jock.

-honey I Shrank Our Kid, One of his Enemies, and his Bully: the episode

-dash's crush on phantom is So Obvious. fitness buddies :) watching them interact always makes me laugh. also, phantom, with PANTS. 'how many costume changes you gonna go through, what is this, vegas??' DASSH DJKSFHASKDF

-MADDIE GOING AFTER THE MOUSE WITH A BROOM, WHAT THE FUCK. AAAH. JUST BUY SOME KIND OF MOUSE TRAP.

-danny likes lime and vinegar chips. which sound very good.

-'our boy finally has the physical prowess of a 60 year old president!' ...poor danny LMAO

-'what's wrong with beauty pageants' oh tucker you sweet naïve child. what ISNT wrong with them. who approved this for a high school?? (I mean, yes. unfortunately child pageants exist, but...) also danny and tucker once again treating the pretty girls like objects. I need to meet the grown man who wrote this, I just want to talk...

-prince aragon's dragon form reminds me of maleficent (color scheme wise) which is always a bonus. considering the episode is called beauty marked, I feel like the sleeping beauty references are deliberate

-sam with the fake fangs. once again her accessories never miss. hate the 'not like other girls, girls who get sucked into this kind of thing are all shallow and all want to be carbon copies' bs tho.

-sam trying to be the Worst Bride, being rude as shit. DORA IS GOING TO GET KILLED. DID YOU MISS THE PART WHERE SHE SAID THE PRINCE WILL HAVE HER HEAD IF YOU ARENT THE IDEAL BRIDE. YOU /KNOW/ DANNY WILL COME SAVE YOU. JUST ACT CHILL UNTIL THEN. even if you were doing fine to get him to take off the crown, consider maybe not letting his poor sister get punished also?? sure, she could also take off the crown and has dragon powers, but did you know that for sure?? dora didnt even really realize it until you guys talked!! (or at least, she was scared to stand up to him. you had no guarantee she would...) but. good for dora. ANOTHER friendly ghost to add to the List :)

-tucker is so under appreciated in his time. if he was doing a tech-based campaign today he'd have a better shot. people in 2004 had NO IDEA how much tech would be a part of our day-to-day lives...altho. tbh if you're going to be running for student council president, maybe you should..focus on things to actually improve the school? since he's going for a tech angle, he could say like, he would be running fundraisers for the schools computers to be upgraded, etc? we've already SEEN he can be good at money-making entrepreneur type stuff!!

-oh my god wait. this episode is JUST YUGIOH?????! A REBORN PHAROH USING A TEENAGER AS A VESSEL?? YESSSSSS

-tucker using his new minion to feed him grapes and carry him. AND LOCUSTS ONTO THE BULLIES. I love how when he's possessed, he gains winged eyeliner.

-this episode is giving me big 'plankton makes everyone in bikini bottom his slaves and build monuments of him from the spongebob movie' vibes. and the pharaoh has a traitor who works for him? VERY big yugioh vibes. aknadin confirmed

-I like that danny is still completely exhausted after using ghostly wail. (still patiently waiting on him to get duplication)

-LOVE the fenton's 80s outfits. I get hes 14 and embarrassed by everything they do because theyre his parents, but. cmon, this is one objectively cool thing theyve done. love 80s fashion.

-...was vlad just standing on that streetlight waiting for danny to come out? how'd he know they'd be coming out the back? how long has he been up there???

-oh, wait, his ecto-acne has flareups? that SUCKS. danny was...well I dont want to say he was LUCKY HE HALF-DIED, but he was lucky his was pretty instant (I'm assuming that had to do with the power/scale of the portals being different?) I remember in the ep we met him, vlad made a point of saying he was stuck in a hospital for a long time, so. that really actually sucks and I feel bad. not that it excuses anything he's done...but like. it does suck.

-vlad being so sure danny wouldnt help him he made it somehow contagious to his friends to make sure he'd get help? danny is a nice boy, he wouldve helped if it was anyone else. the only reason he wouldn't have is because of the shit vlad did to him, on purpose. vlad 100% dug his own grave by being the biggest asshole, so it is very hard to feel bad for him.

-clockwork is back!!! and making danny learn lessons The Hard Way. Uhhh, okay. I kind of get Danny’s logic, that time traveling this far back would prevent vlad from becoming a halfa also, ergo no arch nemesis or ectoacne to worry about. But the fact that was basically the first solution Danny came up with to solve this problem is actually so funny. It’s so extreme

-APPRICIATION FOR THESE 80S LESBIAN BG CHARACTERS.

-vlad telling maddie in the lab (in the 80s) he has something he's wanted to tell her 'for a long time'...how long have they known each other? I assumed they met in college, since jack always calls vlad his college buddy/roommate, so jack and vlad for sure met in college, but did vlad know maddie longer? thats surprising if so. Tho we don’t know what year of college they’re in so they could mean they met as freshmen and a few years have past…speaking of maddie shes crushing the 80s look.

-vlad blames jack, but. maybe dont stick your face 2 inches from the portal??! THIS FEELS LIKE LAB SAFETY BASICS. IF SOMETHING HAS POTENTIAL TO BE DANGEROUS, DONT GET NEAR IT. WITH YOUR FACE UNPROTECTED IN ANY WAY. (altho jack didnt really give a Big Warning besides screaming BONZAI. so. also that, but cmon.) also, they need gloves, goggles, and to pull all of their hair back tbh. but fuck lab safety, I guess!

-cryyyyinnng at how lazy they were with jack's ghost form design, its just plasmius' design on jack!!! you couldve given him his own design!!

-there. I did that in about 10 minutes and its somehow less lazy than what made it into the show. embarrassing! better yet, I think the episode would've been better if maddie would've gotten the ectoacne. or maybe its just me, wanting to see her design! anyway. I'm sure people have already done redesigns of them both as halfas. I have to go look after I finish this watch through. Also mildly frustrated jacks resentment and bitterness is basically also a copy paste of vlads backstory. They’re different characters, I really don’t think jack would stew in bitterness and jealousy the same way vlad would!! I also don’t think he’d give up after one time of trying to hunt ghosts and getting laughed at. Our canon timeline says different…I dunno, I get it was for laughs, but I’m annoyed because the POTENTIAL this plot has…

-did vlad really wear a stupid cheese hat to his wedding. ok actually that kinda rules. and the cheese door knocker. the dairy-only buffet table. vlad still got rich, just on being the New Dairy King. (Assuming that means he owns a lot of dairy businesses?) ok! this actually is great. hope maddie isn't lactose intolerant!

-'no matter how hard I tried, I could never get rid of my ghost half, the half I knew Maddie could never accept' ohh, ouch, what a horrible thing to say to her HALF GHOST SON. 'YOUR MOM WILL NEVER ACCEPT YOU' BASICALLY.

-maddie strapping danny to the table with a lazer pointed at him in a secret lab she keeps from vlad that she makes a point of saying is sound proof so he can scream all he wants...CHRIST. DANNYS POOR PYSCHE.

-also, not to feel bad for alternate vlad (because, he did lie to maddie saying jack blames her and never wants to see her again...) but. being married to a woman 20+ years and she immediately goes back to jack? if she didnt love vlad and feels like she had to hide shit from him, and says she wasted her best years with him, WHY MARRY HIM. it feels like leading him on!!! cannot believe im feeling bad for vlad, but. this alternate timeline vlad is significantly Less Horrible than Our Vlad. did she not think she'd get funding for her ghost stuff? (which, fair assumption since they're considered 'ghost fanatics/nuts in canon...but...) why did she think jack or vlad would be her ONLY OPTIONS? be like your sister. be single. Actually, this au could’ve been really interesting if after the accident, vlad lied to her and said jack never wanted to see her again, but she stays single. Imagine how much that would bug vlad… like, in her mind, it was never a competition it was jack or no one type situation…

-danny being like 'leave him ALONE' this jack is a HOMEWRECKER, DANNY. let them go to court and settle this at the least. ...or just throw vlad into the portal. (100% human, defenseless vlad) CHRIST, MADDIE THATS BRUTAL. THATS MURDER.

-danny seeing his mom immediately accepting him and his dad being half ghosts in this universe, if I was him this would be a great sign that his universe's maddie would also.

-*maddie voice* "clockwork will help!" *2 seconds later, with clockwork* "I will Not Help." TOUGH LOVE KING. YES LET DANNY SEE THE SODA HIMSELF AND DEVOLP BETTER OBSERVATION SKILLS.

-when clockwork ""reset time to the way it was"" just before danny "meddled"" ...did he really erase a whole alternate timeline? ...damn. because maddie and danny both called it an alternate timeline by name, it splitting when the college incident went different, so it wouldnt have really mattered if he reset it, right. like because danny's timeline is on a different stream? why didnt clockwork just. show danny a replay and not Reset That Timeline. wh...I wonder how many people that Erased From Existence. Anyway! once again stating clockwork is casually terrifying!

[dyketectivecomics]

what would happen if the nightforce and shadowpact met? Like whod hate or get along with who, what shenanigans would occur? Like what potential dynamics would Occur

Another Long Response, so Under the Cut It Goes! (& apologies if Tunglr fucks up!)

OKAY! so its been a few months since I read Day of Vengeance ofc BUT- iirc, the team by and large got along really well with Lori! I’m sure the Doylist reason for her not joining the team permanently may have been one part her Newness and another part her character being used more sparingly in BoP at around the same time? (I like to think the Watsonian reason tho is Lori deciding “no im evil now >:) hehe” and joining the S6 instead fjdkla i think part of the actual in-universe reason was she was kinda fucked up about the whole thing with eclipso & spectre??? again its been quite sometime since i read it so like. grain of salt on that) ANYWAYS

would LOVE to think that these two teams would crash into one another like this:

Lori revisits the Shadowpact bc Something Something Magic

Lori becomes fast friends with Laura bc Teen Mystics

Laura is introduced to the rest of the NF bc YES! MORE FRIENDS!! HER OWN AGE!!!

Shenanigans Ensue

I did write a snippet abt the Shadowpact Hearing abt Laura hanging out with the NF and i do still Stand by it. BUT... let’s give it just a Smidge More Nuance ye?

From the Shadowpact’s End:

Still Think that Jim would be mainly Distrustful overall of the kids’ intentions but he’d slowly warm up to them as he got to know them! He can’t help his Dad Energy lmao

June would LOVE having more ears to lecture on witchcraft (actually wait..... June leading socratic lessons in witchery with the NF+Laura all together omigod. this is it.. this is exactly what ive been missing fjdkals;a)

Like to think that Rory, Eve, Zauriel & Bobo would be really chill about team-ups & would overall treat the kids the same way that they do Laura, as like, pretty fully formed heroes in their own rights ofc, but still with that Undertone of looking out for them bc They’re Kids 

(I really want Danny & Eddie to go back to being like the Spiderverse Peter B & Miles meme, but they’d probably be a lot more like the Spidermen *pointing @ each other* meme when they see each other again ;-; c’est la vie)

From the Night Force’s End: 

Already talked abt Eddie a little there, but other than maybe having yknow.. TO TALK with Danny, I like to think that he and Rory would get along rlly well after too :D

Raven would latch onto Eve. I can’t fully articulate why I think so fjdka; just vibe with me on that for a moment

its canon that Traci & Bobo have a Back n Forth fjadkl; not gonna change that ye

Zach & Klarion would get on everyone’s nerves but like... Zach’s doing it by accident bc he’s just Like That, and Klari’s purposefully trying to be a Nuisance bc he’s just Like That

Kinda Almost same with Lori, but she gets a free pass with the Shadowpact bc they consider her their Honorary Daughter (Laura is Fully their Collective Daughter tho. jots these things down!)

I’m waffling on if i wanna include Skye or Amy in this run down bc like...  now I’ve been leaning towards leaving Amy on the YJ team and maybe possibly considering dropping Skye since she’s such a one-off but like... idk. they’re both blank slates as far as Interaction With Others go. I’d say they’d just be Agreeable with most everyone fjdkla;

As far as Specific Shenanigans go, I’d love a general crossover with the teams banding together to defeat a Big Bad™, and then some smaller, one-on-one team-ups here n there? Like little groups mix and matching? You can have some of the adults & kids maybe starting prank wars on each other, or pulling pranks together on other mystics who deserve it (*cough* Nabu and Winters *cough*). again, im still vibing REALLY hard with the idea of June taking all of the kids under her wing, and I do kinda maintain that while the JLD might be most ppl’s First instinct to pair the kids up with respective mentors (I know it was certainly mine)... the Shadowpact feels so much more like a family and esp like a team that they’d WANT to team up with and get to know, yknow? 

anyways i think i hit everything? even if the last answer’s kinds vague... actually all of this feels p vague all things considered djkl;afd but also its getting late and i’d really want to like... just straight up write fic abt these two groups hanging out ahhh. talking meta and Potential only goes so far until you want to start like!!! writing it out line by line instead so!!!!! yeah on that note, thanks for coming to my tedtalk \o/

[darks-ink]

Rewind - Ectoberweek 2020

Acknowledging canon episodes? In my fanfic? It’s more likely than you think. Also I’m experimenting by adding the links onto this post so lemme know whether this shows up in the tag or not.

Rating: Gen Warnings: - Genre: Hurt/Comfort Words: 2,834 Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Masters of All Time, Families of choice/Found family

[AO3] [FFN]

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“What do you mean, you can’t?” Danny darted around Clockwork, refusing to let him turn away. “Clockwork!”

The ghost sighed, heavily and wearily, and looked down at Danny. “I cannot. It is that simple.”

“But that’s— that’s nonsense,” Danny insisted, gesturing wildly. “You’re the ghost of time! How can you not rewind this and fix it?!”

“I warned you, Daniel, that this would be a permanent change.” Clockwork blinked slowly, as if trying to convey some sort of emotion with his empty red eyes. “You did not heed my warning, or considered yourself above it. Now, you must live with the consequences.”

“But you’re—”

“Not all-powerful, no matter what you might think,” Clockwork cut in, narrowing his eyes. “You have altered the past, despite my warning not to. To travel back again would risk the stability of the timeline entirely. Would you rather see all of reality destroyed?”

Clockwork hummed before Danny could answer. “I would not, therefore I will not allow it to be so. The past has been set in stone, but the future is still malleable. Make it into something you can live with.”

“But…” Danny bit back his automatic response. There was no point. He’d tried fighting Clockwork before, and gotten his ass handed to him as a result. He sighed instead. “Can you at least take me back to Mom and Dad, then? The Portal looked like it blew up after I flew through it, and I don’t know where to find another.”

At that, Clockwork smiled. Or, Danny though it was a smile, at least. A small twitch of the ghost’s lips. “That, I can do.”

“Thanks, Clockwork.” Danny watched as the ghost swung his staff, a portal opening in its wake. “And… sorry, I guess.”

“Apology accepted.” Clockwork floated aside, waving a hand towards the portal. “Goodbye, Daniel.”

Danny nodded back, before flying through the portal. Welp. Time to face the music.

The portal spat him out in Amity Park, near his house. For a moment, Danny paused, considering the possibility that it brought him here because he consider Amity to be his home, no matter what. But then he realized that there was a car parked in front of the garage, one far too fancy for the neighborhood. His parents must’ve come this way, taking one of Vlad’s cars.

Thus satisfied, he flew down, phasing through the front door. No need to be secretive—both Jack and Maddie knew his secret already.

Still, he was surprised to find them both in the living room, apparently trying to clean up the place. Maddie saw him first, her body stilling. And how strange was it, that he found it comforting to see her here, in her cyan jumpsuit, with red goggles over her eyes? (That was weird, right? Danny felt like it should be weird.)

“Danny,” she said, quiet with surprise. “What are you doing here?”

At her words, Jack also looked up from where he was standing. He, too, looked almost exactly like his counterpart from Danny’s own timeline. Except with ecto-acne, of course.

“I, uh.” Danny shrugged, unsure. He felt thrown off by seeing his parents like this. It was almost right, but just slightly off. “Clockwork couldn’t undo it. Apparently the timeline is too unstable, or something. So I have to… stay in this world, I guess.”

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry.” She straightened up from her crouch, walking closer to him. “I— It probably won’t be easy, but you can stay with us for as long as you need to. Right, Jack?”

“Of course!” his dad immediately responded, nodding vigorously. “We’re… figuring stuff out, of course. But it’s thanks to you that we reunited in the first place. And you’re our kid!” He grinned, wide and loving, in that typical Jack Fenton way. “Even if the way you got here is a little weird, you’re still our family!”

“I…” He landed, noiselessly. Hesitated for a moment. Then closed the space between him and Maddie, wrapping his arms around her. “Thanks. Both of you. I’m sorry.”

The enormous warm arms of Jack Fenton came up around them. “Don’t be, kiddo. You have nothing to be sorry for,” he rumbled, underlined with an almost audible buzz of his core. It emitted a palpable feeling of family.

“No, but, I…” Danny sighed, crushing his head against Maddie’s shoulder. “It’s my fault. All of this is! I tried going back in time to change the past, to make it so Vlad wouldn’t get ecto-acne so he couldn’t infect my friends with it, but instead you became half-ghost.”

Danny drew a shaky breath, trying to fight past the emotions welling in his throat. They needed to understand. “It’s all my fault! Without my meddling, none of this would’ve happened!”

“Sounds to me,” his mom began, her thin fingers gently combing through his hair, “like you tried to help your friends, Danny.” She clicked her tongue. “Maybe not in the best way possible, but the intention was good.”

“I can’t imagine that Vlad would’ve dealt with being half-ghost much better than I,” Jack added, faint laughter in his voice. “Never mind the ecto-acne. But, of course! That’s how you recognized it!”

“Yeah, um.” Danny drew back from the hug a little. “I can… tell you guys, I guess? About my timeline. The differences, at least.”

“That’d be nice,” Maddie agreed, as Jack’s arms released them. She looked around, and Danny could read the reluctance in her body language, even despite the goggles. “We might have to clear some more stuff before we have the space to sit.”

“We could always sit on the floor?” Jack suggested, shrugging at her look. “Or Danny and I can float as ghosts.”

“Right.” Maddie shook her head, wandering over to the single chair not covered in debris and trash and reaching up to her hood. “If that works for you two, that might be the most convenient.” She paused, frowning at Danny, hood pulled off but still in hand. “But… if Vlad was the one who became half-ghost in your timeline, why are you half-ghost as well, Danny?”

“I, uh.” He shrugged, lifting his feet off of the ground to sit in mid-air. “Became half-ghost in an accident of my own.”

The frown he received from both parents very clearly asked for him to elaborate, so he did. “Okay, so. The point of divergence is the accident in college, obviously. In my timeline, Vlad got hit by the explosion, not Jack, so he becomes half-ghost and stuff. You two, Jack and Maddie, get together, especially since Vlad was cutting contact. You decide to become ghost researchers together and move to Amity Park.”

He paused to gesture to the house around them. “Specifically, you move here, to this specific house. You make it your place of business as well, called FentonWorks. Big neon sign on the front of the building, the basement downstairs becomes a lab, and at some point you two built the Ops Center at the top, which can also be used for inventing stuff. I’m… obviously not very informed of the details, since I was the second kid and you two talked very little about the past. Only,” here he made a face, “ghosts. Everything was always about ghosts.

“Anyway,” he continued, after a short pause to take a breath. “You two have Jazz first, and then me two years later. At some point after that, you start working on a new Portal, full scale, down in the lab. It takes forever to build, because you’re trying to be careful about it, I guess? But you finish it, eventually, when Jazz is sixteen and I fourteen.”

Maddie narrowed her eyes, darting them over his body. The question is clear as day: isn’t he basically fourteen?

“So,” Danny trumped on, ignoring the silent question, “After years of work, their Portal was finally finished! The ultimate proof that ghosts were real! And then it didn’t turn on.”

“It didn’t?” Jack gasped, clearly startled. Danny realized that, somehow, he’d missed the man shifting into his ghost form. “But—”

“It didn’t,” Danny interrupted, holding up a hand. “Because apparently, someone had built a secondary power switch inside the Portal, and they had forgotten to turn it on. So when they plugged in the power, the Portal didn’t turn on.”

There was clear calculation in the eyes of both of his parents, now. Danny continued his explanation before they could figure it out. Needed to tell his story to his parents, for once. He didn’t think he would ever get a chance to tell his actual parents, after all.

“Later that day, after Jazz convinced you two to take a break, my friends talked me into checking out the Portal. Just the three of us, since Tucker was interested in technology and Sam was interested in all things goth and occult.” He shrugged, almost fatalistically. “Sam suggested I take a closer look, and I did. Only, I didn’t realize that the power was still plugged in, so when I accidentally hit the power switch inside…”

“Oh!” Maddie gasped. “Oh, how terrible!”

“That must’ve hurt like hell,” Jack agreed, a painful grimace on his face. It looked strange, the genuine emotional expression with the blue skin, the pointed fangs poking out of his mouth. “Your parents must’ve felt awful, to know that they put their kid in such danger!”

“Well…” Danny made a face. “They kinda… didn’t know? They were both avid ghost hunters, both full of hate towards ghosts. I considered telling them, at first, but then they saw their first ghosts and…” Danny sighed. “I guess I was just scared that I’d be just a ghost to them. That they wouldn’t believe me.”

“That’s… That’s awful.” Jack floated over to nudge Danny. “Kiddo, if your dad was anything like me, I promise you, he would’ve cared.”

“I know.” Danny shook his head dismissively. “I know. That wasn’t why I was worried. I was afraid that they wouldn’t believe that I was me, that I was their son. That they would think that I had hurt or replaced their own kid.”

Maddie touched his shoulder, and Danny jerked, surprised. When had she stood up? Walked over? “Well… At least it is of no concern anymore, right? You’re here now, with us, and we believe you.”

It felt like something had crawled into his gut and died. “Yeah,” he said, with terribly faked enthusiasm. “Yeah, right.”

“It’s not much of a comfort, is it?” Maddie made a face. “I’m sorry. I guess I have very little parenting experience, compared to your actual mother.”

“Honestly?” He snorted. “It makes very little difference. Like I said, she and Dad spent most of the time in the lab, or otherwise occupied with ghost research.”

Maddie clicked her tongue, distaste clear on her face. “Well, isn’t that a waste. They have such a lovely son, and they don’t even enjoy his presence?”

“Well, y’know.” Danny shrugged, trying to ignore the pleased whirring of his core. “They try, now, but with all the ghosts we’re all kinda distracted. Them with trying to catch some for their research, and I with trying to protect the townspeople from the ghosts.”

Jack’s expression visibly brightened—as did the glow around his body. “You’re a ghost hunter! A ghost-fighting superhero! Just like I tried to be!”

“Uh.” Danny felt his brain skip over, then remembered. Somewhere in the blathering when he first arrived, Jack had mentioned that he’d tried using his powers for good. “Yeah, I guess so. But I had a little more success with it.” He grinned sheepishly.

“We should team up!” Jack exclaimed, wrapping an arm around Danny’s shoulders. “The two of us, and Maddie, if she wants to! We’d be a fantastic team!”

Danny laughed, a little uncertain. “Well, maybe. But we’ll need a Thermos to catch the ghosts, and a Portal to dump them back into the Ghost Zone, first. Those were kind of my major tools in managing. And Sam and Tucker, of course.”

“Oh?” Maddie asked, perking up. “Sam and Tucker? You mentioned them before, I think. Are those your friends?”

“Yeah, they… I guess they don’t know me, here.” He sighed, feeling himself drift down closer to the floor, away from his dad’s arm. “They… We were best friends, to the absolute end. Even after the stuff in the lab, the half-ghost stuff, the constant attacking ghosts and hunting them down, they stuck by my side.”

“I’m sorry, kiddo.” Jack landed as well, although unlike Danny, he landed on his feet. “But they’ll be around, right? It might not be the same, but they’re not gone.”

“Might as well be,” Danny huffed. He shook his head. “It won’t be the same. Without the years of shared experiences…”

Maddie and Jack shared a look—not quite as conversational as the ones his parents shared, but a good enough substitute—before apparently deciding to change the topic altogether.

“Why don’t we see if we can clear some rooms upstairs?” Maddie asked, clapping her hands together. “We’ll need at least two rooms clear enough for use, preferably three.”

“Three?” Danny echoed, frowning at them. “You’re not sharing?”

“We haven’t seen each other in years, Danny,” she pointed out, getting up from the chair. “We’re still reconnecting, never mind actually getting together.”

“Right,” he agreed, following her to the stairs. “But you are moving in?”

“Friends can share a house,” Jack pointed out, shifting back to his human form in a flash of white light, and reminding Danny to do the same. “And this way she won’t have to worry about getting kicked out of Vlad’s mansion while all the paperwork and stuff is happening.”

“And I never liked the mansion much,” Maddie admitted with a wry smile. “I liked the Vlad I knew, way back when, but over time it became clear that that wasn’t the real Vlad. I’d been thinking about divorcing him for longer, but… I don’t know. There was no one else I knew, nowhere I could go.”

“Not even to Aunt Alicia? I mean, she’s divorced as well, isn’t she?”

“I… didn’t realize she had married in the first place.” Maddie’s steps faltered for a moment before she continued up the stairs. “I guess I was afraid that she would judge me for marrying Vlad in the first place. I don’t know… It seems rather illogical, now, but I figured I could put up with Vlad well enough. And with his money I could afford my research, even if I had to do it behind his back.”

They stopped in the hallway upstairs, looking around. Danny resisted the urge to grimace. Somehow upstairs was even more of a mess than downstairs had been.

“Which room was yours, in your timeline?” Jack asked, sidling up to Danny.

“Uh.” He carefully stepped past the mess, stopping in front of his door. Or the door that belonged to the room that was his, in his own timeline. “This one. And Jazz had that one,” he pointed over to the room that his sister used. “The one next to mine was a guest room.”

Jack nodded. “Right, that makes sense! You can take that room if you want, Danny. Mads, you can take the other room if you want. The one next to here I used as a lab for a while, so cleaning…”

“Won’t be easy, got it.” She nodded as well. “I’ll take the other one. Let’s start with clearing out this one, shall we?”

“Let’s.” Danny pushed open the door, bracing himself mentally for the whiplash of seeing his room without it being his room.

As a result, he was almost toppled over by the cat that rushed past his legs.

“Jasmine!” Jack cheered, crouching down to pick up the fluffy white thing. “Is this where you’ve been hiding, honey?”

“Well,” Danny said, then stopped. He had no clue what to say. He didn’t even know what he thought of this.

“Well,” he tried again. “At least now I know who picked the name for Jazz, and who picked mine.”

Maddie snorted, gently pushing him into the room. “Personally, I think Danny is a great name, honey.”

“Thanks,” he retorted, eyes darting over the room. It was dark—the curtains were closed despite the time of day—but his night vision was pretty solid. “It’s short for Daniel.”

“And Jazz for Jasmine, then? That’s cute.” She ruffled his hair as she stepped past him, drawing open the curtains. “Hm. we certainly have our work cut out for us.”

“Yeah,” Danny agreed, looking at the piles of he-didn’t-know-what lying around. There was a bed buried in one of the piles, which suggested it might’ve been a guest room at some point. Or used by someone else, before Jack moved in. “And we still need to clear yours, too.”

“Better get working then,” Maddie decided, shaking her head as she crouched down. “Things won’t get better on their own, after all.”