#and a blurry danny drew-

[timedyne]

no killing people with rocks for jackbox fans i guess

[starwrighter]

Dude, get a restraining order

(Prompt) (Ao3 link)

(The results from the poll have arrived!! You have chosen unintentional Yandere Damian! )

Danny had a feeling the next several months were going to suck. Out of everyone in his school, he'd been the one picked for the whole "Transfer student," nonsense. With his reputation, you'd think he'd be the last person you'd want to show off out of state.

Regardless, Danny was chosen, and now he was on a plane headed to New Jersey Gotham. "The City of Crime" sounds like a blast and a half. All the rouges and criminals that wouldn't be his problem to deal with. It seemed like heaven in theory, but Danny knew with his luck he'd be getting mugged left, right, and center.

Pressing his face against the window, Danny allowed his mind to wander. To the portal, the friends who wouldn't be here to support him, to the ghosts who didn't want to kill him. Dani and Val were going to pick up the slack back home but that wouldn't help with the rumors no doubt going around about Phantom's disappearance. He could only hope he still had a secret identity when he got home.

Maybe if he did crime against the local vigilantes he'd get sent home early...

No, the rouges and local criminals did that on a daily basis they wouldn't crack from a little trolling. Or maybe they would? Then again, Red Hood used guns and the current Robin ran around with a real ass god-damn sword so trolling was a bad idea.

In all honesty, Robin was intimidating even with the little information he had about him. All he had were blurry, articles from various news outlets and attempted interviews with some ridiculously persistent reporter. Robin sounded more cryptic than he was! The entire concept of a teenager his age manifesting out of the shadows and chasing him with a katana would forever be his biggest concern during his stay in Gotham.

When the plane touched down Danny was left in a busy airport terminal. Vague instructions from his teachers and chatter from the employees trying to get him out onto the street as soon as possible were all he had to go off right now. Also, a brochure that he was 90% sure was all bullshit.

Gotham's air felt closer to smoke than it was anything breathable. Burning his nostrils, a scent of gas and cigarette smoke pretty much engulfed the city. It was so bad the second he took a breath, his core jolted, snapping into gear, not allowing anything to enter his lungs before it filtered. He'd never been so glad about dying until now, and never had he ever been as impressed in a population as he was now.

Danny had only been here for ten minutes or so but he'd already come to the conclusion that Gothamites were as metal as amity parkers. Wandering through the city, Danny tried to keep his face neutral. Not a smile or the slightest tell that he wasn't from here. He'd rather not get mugged before he reached his apartment. Though, maybe a fatal injury would get him sent home early.

Looking down at the map on his phone, Danny drew closer to the apartment building he'd been assigned to stay at. Supposedly, it was closer to the rich kid school he'd be temporarily attending. Why they decided it was okay for a teenager to live by himself in Gotham was a complete and total mystery. He could only hope he wouldn't die a second time during his stay.

Getting the key from the front desk was a much easier process than he'd thought It'd be. But it could never be quick enough. His suitcases were heavy!! And he was so very very tired. When he got into his apartment he tossed his suitcases onto the floor, inspecting the place he'd be staying for the next few months. It pretty good setup, a bathroom with a combined bath and shower, a tiny kitchen for cooking, and a small bedroom with a twin XL mattress. Grey sheets that Danny didn't quite trust were clean. Danny barely had the time to settle in before he was pelted with schedules, school rules, and uniform requirements.

His uniform as supplied by the school was a navy blue blazer with the school label embroidered on the pocket. A tie striped black and blue tucked into a stuffy-looking dress shirt. Overall it felt more like he was dressing up for one of Vlad's stupid Gala's than it did school.

He wasn't given any time to unpack, not a second to relax or get used to his surroundings. Nope! He was expected to pack up his school supplies and head to school right away! Seriously, not a minute before the front office was asking where he was, as if offended he didn't teleport to school the moment he touched down.

The school itself was intimidating. Twice the size of Casper High, it looked like a private school. It also looked like a school where he'd face severe bullying. Just from looking at the entrance, he could tell this building had proper equipment down to the most obscure of clubs. Kids rushed past him some looking panicked as a school bell rang while others just seemed annoyed.

He strolled leisurely through the school hall on the way to the office. There was no rush, he didn't even want to be here. What were they going to do? Send him home? Oh no, what a tragedy! Snickering under his breath, Danny scrolled through the avalanche of texts Vlad was sending him. All of them pertaining the same message of "Get your ass to school you're making me look bad!" It almost convinced him to skip but the pissed-off edge to the office lady's voice in their last phone call was enough to goad him into creeping into the office.

A face of thinly veiled annoyance rested on the desk lady's face. He could barely get a word out before a school map and schedule were shoved into his hands. A bare-bones explanation of the school rules was given along with his school ID before he was all but shouted at to get to class.

You'd think there'd be an adjusting period where they'd walk him through everything and let him get settled in at his own pace, but nope! This is Gotham! Apparently, that's not how they roll with transfer students. It's like they wanted him back in amity as much as he did.

He wasn't sure if he liked that or not...

(I don't know who want's to be tagged for this one)

[thebiggestfuckgiven]

hey wait i just got an idea for a dpxdc fic

sam, tucker and danny never went to high school together and they never met let alone become friends

bear with me here

im a firm believer in everlasting connections that are not limited by time, space or dimensions. Meaning that these three, no matter what, will always find one another somehow. (I also just really like their friendship)

anyways, tucker is in college. He’s in his second to last year, looking for an internships. Surprise, surprise he gets accepted for an IT internship at Cadmus! It goes pretty normal but he starts realizing that something’s… kinda off. And it has to do with the building’s power source. What’s powering our servers? The one we’re in charge of making security programs for. What do you mean that’s classified????

Fast forward, Tucker doesn’t question it too much. He doesn’t want to get in trouble. But whenever he accidentally falls asleep at work (he still has classes okay?) he has these… weird dreams. His supervisors tell him it’s normal when you’re stressed. Don’t worry about it. Don’t talk about them again. Don’t even think about them.

Oh, okay…. but the dreams get aggressively persistent. It’s always a voice, floating in a void… tucker eventually starts seeing a blurry figure, broken and crawling. It talks about Cadmus and, Tucker can’t not investigate.

On a different line, we have Sam. She is an avid activist, as we know. Cadmus’ new base of operations (the same where Tucker is working) is rumored to be dumping toxic waste in the lake. It isn’t radioactive but it has a weird effect on the wildlife. Like, really weird. Everyone is very hush hush about it and Cadmus allegedly gets rid of the evidence before anyone can get to it. (Sam caught them do it once, but couldn’t get it on camera)

So, she decides to do some heavy investigating. Think Nancy Drew meets the Doctor kind of thing. Eventually it leads to her working as a custodial and stealing key cards. She’s overheard enough and gotten glimpses at exposed info on computers to suspect where the waste is coming from, and that it’s definitely NOT normal.

Tucker and Sam go investigate on the same night. Same hour. They scare the everliving shit out of each other because who the hell are you and what are you doing here???? But they find a middle ground (their suspicions), compare notes, and decide to work together.

With Tucker’s skills, their trip to the basement (they had no idea there was a hidden panel in one of the elevators with ten additional basement floors..) went smoothly, for the most part. And after a lot, a lot, of searching they find a heavily vaulted room.

They open the room.

In it, there’s impressively tall machines, what look like servers and some kind of filtration system? There’s cables and tubes everywhere, all connected to the giant glass tube in the center back of the room.

Floating in that tube, in a vat of bright green liquid that Sam recognizes as the toxic waste in the lake, is the same blurry figure that Tucker would see in his dreams. It’s surreal to see him there, for both of them. Phantom, in his hazmat suit, has large IVs on each side of his neck and other strategic parts of his body. Even the sides of his head. There’s a weird metal collar around him, too.

After a moment of confused and worried discussion, they decide to free him. Tucker manages to do it without activating any kind of alarm (or he hopes at least), narrowly keeping Sam from breaking the glass with a heavy duty police baton that she apparently just had on her.

They take off the IVs carefully (still ripping some of the skin regardless), they’re panicking slightly, figuring out how they’re going to leave without getting caught on cameras or by security when an alarm goes off. A really loud one with red lights.

All of a sudden they hear voices, Sam and Tucker’s panic blows up but they freeze because the voices are right there and—

and then there’s a bunch of teenagers (?) dressed in bright suits and masks in front of the heavily vaulted door. They’re half dragging another kid, who’s weirdly wet. Kind of like Phantom. The two groups freeze momentarily and just… stare at each other.

“Are they with us? Rob?” The teenager in the yellow suit asked the one wearing an R on his chest.

“No, they’re not. Are you guys stealing a person, too?”

Dazed, Sam and Tucker just nod.

Then the large machinery behind them makes a repeated beeping noise, like it’s failing, and the lights go out. As does the power in the whole building.

[haleswallows]

BETWEEN A ROCK & A DRAGON'S EGG - CHAPTER 15 (UPDATE)

uwu what's this?

Fandom: DC x DP Pairing: Dead Tired (Danny/Tim) Rating: Teen High Fantasy AU, Arranged Marriage, and Dragons (oh my!) Chapter 15

Teaser:

Wild magic thrumming, Phantom stalked the late hours of the night as he paced through the Keep. The shadows almost seem to greet him. He slipped easily between them, nose stinging with ozone.

Danny couldn’t sleep. His mind wouldn’t turn off. Even the shelter of Aquila’s side and wing did nothing to settle him. He almost wished some fool would try their luck, creep into the Keep. Just to give him something to point the sharp parts of himself at.

Like this, he didn’t trust himself. In a past life, he may have crawled into bed with his parents or Jazz. Maybe even Dan.

Now, he denied himself the comfort. Danny couldn’t bring himself to lay his claws and keen edges next to those he loved.

And, if Danny were to offer a moment of honest introspection, he’d have some hard truths for himself. Such as his lack of trust in himself, in his control. Or that he didn’t feel deserving of the comfort, an insidious thing not him writhing and twisting beneath his skin.

That, stupidly, asking for it felt like an admission of failure.

He couldn’t fail. There was so much at stake, on the line. Not just the future of his family or husband, but the Infinite Lands, the dragons, and now even Justria.

It felt like there was an enemy at the gate. Danny kept waiting for the walls to be scaled, the Labut Order growing more bold with each day. It was only a matter of time before they finally made a move. And for all their toiling, all of Val’s agents, they still had no hints as to what it may be.

Waiting and reacting would be the end of them. Too little, too late. As always, the leitmotif of Danny’s life. Too late to save Amity, too late to stop Plasmius, too late when he finally squared himself and confronted Pariah Dark.

Phantom stalked the halls. The back of his mind prickled, Fright Knight pressing his pointed attention into their bond. He shrugged it off, continuing his circuitous patrol. He counted his bonds, again and again as he stepped between shadows.

Jazz and Dan, sleepy. Aquila, grumbling and annoyed with something in the Tower, probably Ma’ri chewing on his tail. Fright Knight, muted but exasperation bleeding into it like dye in a bucket. Ellie, too far away to sense, not even a thread or a glimmer. Thin and nearly non-existent, Prince Timothy –.

Danny paused. The prince, on the edge of consciousness, just barely awake and blurry. He turned, holding his head high as if scenting something. Wild magic thrummed in his bones, chased lightning through his veins.

He didn’t like that. Danny drew in a breath. Did he dare? It wasn’t his place – he didn’t know if the prince would ever allow Phantom at his side. An impossibly, so absurd and outlandish in the face of the impenetrable wall of fear Danny felt from the bond when he dared prod it.

Ignoring his self-doubt, Danny allowed the bond to pull him. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it guided him to the room now designated as the prince’s study. Candlelight gleamed under the door. Danny hesitated, rocking up onto his toes and back onto his heels while he thought.

Just a scant breadth, he let down the blocks he placed around Timothy in his mind. It felt shallow, a flat and dimensionless flow of emotions. If given time, it would deepen into something, not that Danny would let it.

A wisp of tired-tired-sad-tired threaded through him, first through his mind and down the back of his neck like dripping water. Danny’s eyes burned with it, like they were dry and only his will alone kept Danny from letting them slip shut. There was barely a hint of consciousness behind it.

Dozing then, if not fitfully asleep. Danny opened the door without knocking.

Prince Timothy curled on his side, a book in his hand that dangled over the side of the lounge. Bruises, dark under his eyes and stark against the pale of his skin spoke to an exhaustion Danny knew intimately.

Danny hadn’t heard anything, not from Jazz or Val or even Dan that the prince was sick or unwell. Uselessly, Danny pressed a hand against his forehead, hoping to feel for a fever but knowing his chilled hands would only tell him warm. Still, he did it anyway.

Oh. The prince wore the circlet Danny gifted him on their second wedding. It looked as good on him as Danny thought it would. Danny slowly withdrew his hand.

He could leave the prince here to sleep… But the chaise sofa wasn’t that comfortable, the prince curled tight on it. Not to mention the study slowly picking up the night’s chill. In good conscience, Danny couldn’t let him sleep here. He was only doing his duty to provide for the prince, to see to his comforts and protect him. There was nothing untoward in his motivations as he gently wrangled the prince into his arms.

It was the second time he had done this, carrying the prince. This time too, Danny was surprised by the heft of him. Though long limbed and elegant, the prince was surprisingly sturdy under all those pretty fabrics and brocades. Of course he was – Danny knew, from Val as reported by Dan, the prince sparred well.

That’s right, Danny meant to have the prince taken to have his own weapons made. He should ask Dan to help with that. Though Danny would love to do it himself, he simply didn’t have the time. And it wouldn’t be a welcome from him anyway.

Yes. Better from Dan. Danny made a mental note of it, adding it to his long list, alongside picking up the prince’s ring from the metalsmith.

Danny sighed. It was never ending.

The prince hummed, curling into Danny’s chest. Painfully, his heart thumped. Danny frowned even as the prince clung to him in his sleep.

It wasn’t real. Just a bodily response. The prince didn’t know what he was doing, who’s shoulder he pressed his face into. If the prince was awake, he’d be watching Phantom with weary eyes, emotions so guarded the bond would tell Danny nothing even if he let it bloom.

Danny kept his gait smooth, his hold only tight enough to keep the prince secure. And gritted his teeth.

Managing the door to the suites was a bit of a juggle. It took Danny a moment to get a hand free enough to twist the knob without jostling the prince awake. But he managed it. Blessedly, the rooms were warm.

He considered the bed for a short moment. It was a struggle to turn down the covers. But then a short order to deposit the prince under them.

Or, it would have been short order if the prince didn’t cling to Danny with arms looped around his neck or press his face into the hollow of Danny’s throat. “Your Highness, please let me go,” Danny whispered. Though he tried, he could not keep the thickness from it.

It was sweet. It was a lie.

If Danny were another type of man, he would take it as an invitation. Would allow himself to lay next to the prince and let his husband burrow into him, to find rest by his side.

But Danny wasn’t that type of man, refused to ever be. What horror the prince would wake to if Danny allowed himself the unconscious invitation, to provide the physical comfort to them both. His insides squirmed, hurt and guilt roiling.

Bright in his mind, the memory of scared-disgust-dread. Danny freed himself from the prince’s hold, gently extricating himself. As soon as Prince Timothy’s head met the pillow, he rolled into it and snuffled.

Ancients, it was adorable.

A shame, truly, that things were so estranged and painful. Danny longed for that other life he thought of once, one where they could have come to know each other slowly and honestly, foster a genuine care for each other. Instead he had… this. A husband who feared him, played the pleasant and polite prince at the cost of his own feelings, hid himself behind smiles that did not meet his eyes.

Danny pulled off the prince’s boots and, remembering the way Prince Timothy lined up their shoes on the night of their wedding in Gotham, placed them just under the foot of the bed. Then, he drew the blanket over the prince. He hesitated, hands hovering. Deftly, he plucked the circlet from the prince’s brow.

He refused to let himself be happy to see Prince Timothy wearing it.

Casting his eyes about the room, Danny spotted a small wooden case on the dresser. The lovely dark velvet interior held other jewelry he had seen the prince wearing - a few more circlets, brooches that sat prettily on the prince’s throat, a few bracelets. Danny set the filigreed circlet inside, nestling it safely with the other pieces.

There was no excuse to linger, but Danny still did. He spread his sense over the room, breathed in through his mouth until he tasted the wild magic over his soft palette. Only when he was sure there was no danger, no lingering threats, did Danny turn away and let himself out.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he whispered, scooping up the wyvern as she attempted to barrel into the prince’s rooms. Ma’ri struggled violently for freedom. Her worming and squirming was no match for the cage of his arms. “Let him rest, myxa. He is tired and tomorrow is his birthday. He deserves some rest, yeah?”

Morose, she warbled and angled large watery eyes at him. “No, your sad face won’t convince me. I’m heartbroken, you never sleep with me anymore. You don’t even beg me for food at meals.” Ma’ri lifted her lip in a silent snarl and flopped bonelessly until her wings drooped over his arms. Laughing quietly, Danny walked quickly down the hall away from the suites. “I see how it is. You never loved me, just used me for cuddles and scritches.”

An indignant squawk, muffled partially where her head was beneath her wing, was Ma’ri’s only reply. Danny bounced her lightly. “Hm, maybe I can win back your love.” She peered one jewelled eye up at him, suspicious. As he smiled, she squinted. “I bet Aquila will let you into his nest if I ask nicely, and then we can all go flying together in the morning.”

Her little face scrunched as she thought and weighed the options before. To bother the prince and draw Danny’s ire, or to get a spot in Aquila’s fiercely guarded nest and flight in the wee hours of the day. Which always meant treats.

She sighed gustily. A fair approximation of one of Dan’s grumbled ‘fiiiine’s that had Danny chortling. He hefted her higher in his arms.

[lilbunminx]

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We’re a small system, likely OSDD-1b, but still figuring it out. We don’t have introjects, and sometimes that makes us feel… odd. Like we missed something. Like we’re not speaking the same language as the rest of the community. We see a lot of systems with clear sources, fast roles, matching profile icons, and confident terminology. And then there’s us, blurry, symbolic animal-coded, dream-coded. Not better. Just… different.

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We grew up with 2000 to 2013 media: Warrior Cats, MLP, Spirit, Lion King, Percy Jackson, Danny Phantom, Steven Universe and a SHIT TON of anime. We read a lot. Drew even more. Wrote our own characters, not inspired by anything in particular, but definitely shaped by what made us feel. We didn’t escape into fiction. We soaked it in. Not as an identity, but as a feeling. Songs. Playlists. Cat videos. AMVs. Music that made our chest ache. Camping trips. Long quiet rides. Zoos. Museums. The aquarium. Everything was a sensory memory, and we held onto all of it.

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We didn’t know we were plural. But it was too much to carry alone. So our parts formed. Not from characters, but from roles no one else filled. Not exact inspirations, but emotional echoes.

Ciel is soft like a rabbit in a picture book.

Salem burns like an anime battle cry.

Aeris is pink and sharp like every girl protagonist who survives by being a little tsundere.

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Sometimes we feel whimsical. Old. Not like other systems. But that doesn’t make us less real. Just a little… well out of place and honestly, unrelatable. We're not sure where we fit. But we're here anyway.

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[jon-withnoh]

Danbea prompts, you say?! "There was only one bed" #3 - Person A waking up to Person B curled up and sleeping on top of them. (Tbh any of the "there was only one bed" prompts.)

Okay so this became a whole thing. Here is part one of two I hope you enjoy! (Beware, this is three thousand words long.)

Danny drew her coat around herself, shivering. It was snowing so heavily she could not see more than a few feet in front of her. Clutching her carpet bag in both hands, Danny began to move in the direction of where she suspected the stationmaster’s house to be. She had only gone a few steps when a figure emerged out of the flurry of snow around her, knocking into her with surprising momentum. 

“Oh dear,” said the figure. “I do apologise. I cannot see further than my own feet in this weather.” 

Danny stopped short. “Mrs Lacy?”

Mrs Lacy, bundled up so heavily as to be almost unrecognisable, did a double-take. “Miss Danvers. Now what on earth are you doing here?”

“Mrs de Winter sent me ahead on the train so I could meet her when she arrived.” 

“She’s driving?”

“Yes, Madam. She has an appointment in London today and will set out afterwards.”

“Hm.” Mrs Lacy’s exhale produced a small cloud of steam. “I doubt she will be able to set out in this weather. I spoke to the conductor just before the delay was announced. They have had reports of heavy snowfall all over the country, even in London.” 

Danny gave a non-comittal shrug. 

“What do you recommend we do now?” Mrs Lacy asked. 

“There is no chance of continuing our journey this afternoon?”

“I’m afraid not,” Mrs Lacy said. “There are snow drifts all along the way. They will have to wait to clear them until it stops snowing. It would be a wasted effort otherwise. I suggest we go to the village and beg for a room somewhere. Come, I shall take you under my wing, seeing as you are without your lady and I am without a maid.” 

Danny opened her mouth and closed it again. She could see blurry figures all around them, moving from the train in the direction of the stationhouse. Clearly, Mrs Lacy was not the only one who trusted the train conductor’s assesment of the situation. Danny found herself torn. What if Rebecca did set out from London and Danny was not there to receive her? Should she not try and make her way to Scotland via some other route?

Mrs Lacy had been watching her. “Miss Danvers, we are in the middle of Lancashire. We are entirely reliant on the train and the train will not depart until tomorrow at the very least. If Rebecca does arrive before us and gives you any trouble, I will personally vouch for your dedicated attempts to continue your journey.” 

Danny blushed. “Thank you, Mrs Lacy.” 

“Good girl,” Mrs Lacy said, interpreting her thanks as aquiescence. “Follow me, I have excellent directional instincts.” 

Mrs Lacy led the way through the stationhouse and into the town beyond. It was small, smaller than Kerrith or even Lanyon. Spotting the pub amongst the row of houses along King’s street was no difficult feat, though Danny kept this thought to herself. Mrs Lacy gave her a triumphant smile and pointed at the pub, picking up her stride. Danny hurried after her. The snow on the pavement had not been cleared. It was beginning to melt inside her boots. 

As soon as Mrs Lacy pushed open the worn entrance door to the pub, Danny realised that they were not the only passengers to think of taking shelter here, nor had they been the first. She watched Mrs Lacy’s smile faulter as she took in the mass of people crowded around the fire place, the bar, and the reception desk. Nonetheless, the two of them joined the queue by the desk and waited their turn. 

The woman behind the desk gave them a cheerful smile. “What can I do for you?”

“Good afternoon,” Mrs Lacy said. “We were on the train that is currently stranded at the station and would like to spend the night. What kind of rooms can you offer us?”

“Offer? You don’t suppose you were the only passengers looking for rooms, do you? I have one room available and that is it. It is small, but neat and tidy as all our rooms are. It should have twin beds. Ethel—” The woman turned and called over her shoulder. “It’s twin beds, isn’t it?” There was a call of assent from somewhere at the back of the room. “There you have it. One room, twin beds, will that suit you and your—”

“Lady’s maid,” Mrs Lacy said. “And I suppose we will have to make do.” 

“Very well then,” said the woman. “Here is your key. You’ll want to take a left at the top of the stairs and go to the very end of the corridor.”

“Thank you,” Mrs Lacy said. “Come along, Miss Danvers, I am sure we will be quite comfortable.” 

Mrs Lacy’s easy familiarity made her blush. She was used to it from Rebecca, but that was different. They had grown up together; she had taken care of Rebecca when Rebecca had still been afraid of the dark. Mrs Lacy barely knew her. Still, she followed Mrs Lacy up the stairs and down a narrow corridor with doors on either side. As the woman had said, their room was at the very end. It was much colder here than it had been downstairs, where the logs were piled high in the fireplace and there was a steady stream of hot soup and tea from the kitchens. Danny stood back as Mrs Lacy set down her suitcase and unlocked the door.

“Hm,” Mrs Lacy said. “Hm.”

“Is anything the matter, Mrs Lacy?”

Mrs Lacy thought on this for a moment. “You see, I distinctly recall that woman downstairs speaking about twin beds, and, for that matter, confirming the existence of twin beds with Ethel, whoever she is. Do step inside this room and tell me what you see.” 

Curious, Danny went to stand next to Mrs Lacy and peered into the room. It was very neat, as the woman had said, with chequered curtains and a small peat fire in the fireplace. What did not match her description at all was the bed against the righthand wall. It too was exceedingly neat with a plain coverlet and clean white sheets, but it was decidedly one bed, intended for two sleepers. Danny’s cheeks burned. 

“She must have been mistaken,” Mrs Lacy said. “I shall go downstairs and see what they can do. Maybe they can swap our room with someone else’s. There must be something they can do.”

Danny bowed her head as Mrs Lacy turned down the corridor once more. She waited until the decided clunk clunk clunk of Mrs Lacy’s boots on the stairs had faded, then stepped eagerly into the room to stand beside the fire. However long it took Mrs Lacy to rectify the situation was as good an opportunity as any to warm up. Danny set down her bag and held out her hands. She sighed as the warmth of the fire began to envelop her frozen fingertips. She closed her eyes, feeling herself come back to life. 

“There is nothing to be done.” 

Danny whirled around. Mrs Lacy had returned, standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. 

“It is this or finding another place to sleep and at this rate, every establishment will be completely packed by the time we get there. If only I had some acquaintance here who I could persuade to take us in, but of course, we are in Lancashire. We shall have to make ourselves as comfortable as we can.”

That was that. Mrs Lacy set down her suitcase on the stand at the foot of the bed and began to sort through her things. Danny remained standing by the fireplace, her hands folded. She tried to conceal her horror at this development. To share a room with a woman of Mrs Lacy’s standing — would Rebecca expect her to act as lady’s maid to someone who was not Rebecca? 

Danny kept her mouth shut and her eyes fixed on the floor as Mrs Lacy made herself at home. She followed silently as Mrs Lacy suggested they go in quest of dinner and ate her soup with as little conversation as she could muster. Fortunately, Mrs Lacy did not seem to require any long speeches from her. She seemed happy enough to converse without much back and forth, though more than once Danny found herself the recipient of an amused smile. Danny kept her eyes on her soup, unwilling to interrogate why the gentle curve of Mrs Lacy’s mouth flustered her so much. Finally, Mrs Lacy set down her cup of after-dinner tea and stifled a yawn behind her hand. 

“We had better turn in,” she said. “If they do get the train up and running over night we do not want to miss it.” 

Danny made to rise from her chair, but froze midway. She had carefully avoided thinking about the issue of turning in all afternoon. To share a room with Mrs Lacy was bad enough — there would be no way of avoiding each other in such close quarters — but to share a bed? Danny had not shared a bed with anyone since childhood, and never with a stranger. Maybe she could sleep in the chair next to the bed. Surely Mrs Lacy would be relieved at the suggestion. 

“Are you coming?” Mrs Lacy was halfway across the room already, calling over her shoulder. Danny hurried after her. 

Someone had come to turn down the bed and draw the curtains while they had been at dinner. The fire had been stoked and the lamp on the bedside table turned on. It would have been quite comfortable if Danny had not been so full of dread at what was to come. 

“Well,” Mrs Lacy said, “we had better not dawdle. I will brush my teeth and then we shall see about our sleeping arrangement.” She went over to her suitcase and took out a small bag.

Once Mrs Lacy had gone to find the bathroom down the hall, Danny forced herself to move from her spot by the door. She had left her carpet bag on the chair by the bed. She opened it gingerly, knowing already that she would find nothing but a few essentials. Everything else was neatly folded away in her suitcase and that had been sent up to Scotland along with Rebecca’s luggage. 

By the time Mrs Lacy returned, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, still wearing the dress she had traveled in. 

“You haven’t changed?”

“I have nothing to change into… Madam,” she added quickly. “My suitcase was sent ahead this morning along with Mrs de Winter’s things.” 

“That is unfortunate. You’ll have to borrow something of mine then.”

“I couldn’t possibly,” Danny said decisively.

“Are you sure?”

Danny nodded. 

Mrs Lacy shrugged and turned to her suitcase. Danny averted her eyes as Mrs Lacy took out a nightgown and sat on the edge of the bed to take off her shoes. Remembering that she had brought a toothbrush, Danny stood up from the bed and excused herself to go to the bathroom. Shivering in the draughty room, Danny brushed her teeth. There was no warm water. Her shivers intensified as she washed her face. When she straightened up, her cheeks were bright red. 

Back in the little room, Mrs Lacy had finished changing. She had chosen the left side of the bed and was sitting up with her dressing gown draped around her shoulders. Danny noticed the coverlet, folded carelessly and left on the floor next to Mrs Lacy’s suitcase. 

“I hope you don’t mind my taking this side,” Mrs Lacy said. “I prefer to sleep further away from the door.”

“No, I…” Danny cleared her throat. “I don’t mind at all.” Avoiding Mrs Lacy’s gaze, she went over to the right side of the bed and sat in the chair next to it, folding her hands. 

“You cannot be serious.”

“Madam?”

“Miss Danvers, don’t tell me you mean to sit up all night in that chair?”

Danny opened her mouth, helplessly, but could not think of anything to say. 

“No, that simply will not do,” Mrs Lacy said fiercely. “You will wreck your back and resent me all the way to Scotland. I will not have that.” 

“I wouldn’t resent you.” Danny kept her eyes downcast. “But you must allow that I am doing what is right. You shouldn’t be forced to…”

“Forced? Forced? Miss Danvers, you do not think you are forcing me into anything, do you?”

“No,” Danny conceded, “but the circumstances…”

“My dear girl, if I had truly been outraged by the circumstances, I would have fought much harder to rectify the situation. My pockets might not be as deep as my brothers, but they are most certainly deep enough to find a suitable place to sleep, even in an overcrowded country inn. No, while this is inconvenient, I did not think it worth the effort to turn this whole place on its head merely so I would not have to share a room with my esteemed sister in law’s maid. Now come to bed. You will thank me tomorrow.” 

Unable to form another word of protest, Danny rose from her chair and sat on the edge of the bed. She unhooked her boots and put them closer to the fire to dry. With trembling fingers, she pulled her hair out of its twist and began to comb it with her fingers. There was movement on the other side of the bed. A moment later, Mrs Lacy wordlessly held out her hairbrush. 

“Thank you.” 

Danny wrapped her fingers around the handle of the brush. The dark wood was worn smooth, resting well in her hand. Danny brushed her hair in silence. She could feel Mrs Lacy watching her, it gave her the sensation that her skin was burning all over with a small, but strangely pleasant fire.

Hastily, Danny braided her hair and handed back the brush. 

“Thank you,” she said again. 

“If you wanted to take off your corset for the night,” Mrs Lacy said matter-of-factly, “you would be more than welcome. I won’t look.” 

Would the mortification never end? Moving as quickly as possible, Danny rid herself of the aforementioned undergarment, hastily buttoning up her dress again once it was done. Feeling rather exposed, despite the layers of fabric still covering her, Danny returned to the bed and sat on top of the covers, her back against the wooden headboard. Mrs Lacy raised an eyebrow. 

“Please,” Danny said. “You must allow me at least this. I couldn’t— with someone of your standing, it would be… please, Mrs Lacy, I will be fine.”

“Very well,” Mrs Lacy said patiently. “If you change your mind…”

“Good night, Mrs Lacy.”

“Good night, Miss Danvers.” 

The room sank into silence at once. Mrs Lacy turned onto her side and, with a small huff of exhaustion, was asleep within minutes. Danny sat up in bed, staring now at her hands, now at the fire and more often than not, she was ashamed to admit, at Mrs Lacy. She had often noticed that Mr de Winter’s sister was very handsome. Though his senior by almost a decade, her face had lost none of the youthful mischievousness that smiled down at the visitors of Manderley from pictures painted in Mrs Lacy’s youth. Her eyes were invariably kind, whether she was looking at her brother, Rebecca, or even one of the servants. In sleep, there was something else in her expression, a vulnerability Danny had never seen before. It was difficult to look away. It took an hour for Danny to convince herself that Mrs Lacy would not suddenly wake up and find Danny staring at her. Danny thought she might never look her fill. 

Before going to bed, she had wondered what it would feel like to be trapped in a room like this with Rebecca. Would Rebecca have allowed her to sleep on the bed? Would Rebecca have wanted her to? Danny could not say. Rebecca would not have looked at her the way Mrs Lacy had, though once she was asleep, Danny was certain the situation would have been the same. She would have looked and looked at Rebecca, her face as impenetrable in sleep as it was in waking. She would have warmed Rebecca’s hands during the night, leaning forward in her chair. She would have sat and burned and waited for an invitation that would not come. 

Mrs Lacy rolled over and sighed in her sleep, the covers drawn up almost to her nose. Danny’s back was aching. Moving carefully, so as not to wake Mrs Lacy, she lay down on top of the covers, first on her back and then, relenting, facing the centre of the bed. 

“Good night, Mrs Lacy,” she whispered and, pressing her eyes tight shut, drifted off to sleep. 

Danny awoke shivering. She was curled up on top of the covers, arms wrapped around her chest to trap a warmth that was not there. Her muscles felt sore from the cold. How long had she been shaking in her sleep. Danny did not notice the hand on her shoulder until it gave a gentle squeeze. She gasped in shock and turned around to find Mrs Lacy sitting up in bed with her arm outstretched. 

“Miss Danvers,” Mrs Lacy said groggily. “You’ll catch your death.” 

“Let me j-just—” Her teeth were chattering so intensely she had to break off and start again. “I will rekindle the fire.” 

“There’s nothing here to rekindle it with.”

“That f-feels like an oversight.” 

Mrs Lacy held up the bedcovers. “I would prefer if you did not freeze to death under my supervision. Rebecca would never forgive me.” 

Danny shook her head, weakly. 

“Miss Danvers, what does it matter who I am or why we are here? You can barely speak for shivering. Don’t be a fool and we will never discuss this night again.”

Danny’s eyes darted from Mrs Lacy to the empty grate and back again. It could not have been past three in the morning. It would be hours before she could go down and ask for their fire to be lit. Mrs Lacy tugged at the bedcovers, her face expectant. 

It did not feel like defeat, slipping under the covers next to Mrs Lacy. Danny was much too cold to feel anything but relief. Even under the covers, her muscles would not stop twitching. 

“There now,” Mrs Lacy said gently. She pulled up the covers to cover Danny’s shoulders, then took her dressing gown from the foot of the bed and piled it on top of Danny as well, rubbing her arm through the layers of fabric. “There now,” she said again. “That’s much better, isn’t it?”

Danny could not reply. She was beginning to feel warmer under the covers, too comfortable and exhausted to speak. Mrs Lacy seemed to understand. She lay back down, facing Danny and closed her eyes. Danny expected her to withdraw her hand now, but it stayed where it was, gently brushing along her arm. 

[thetisming]

thetisming bingo!!! reopening asks for this. might close them after

EDIT dropout is here as in dropout tv although i? technically dropped out of high school but i more just left mainstream school to go to a secret catholic gay school

im diary man's #1 hater btw !!!

in case things are too blurry:

ni no kuni | fuck diary man nnk | he/him | chadchad | misses nicky

free space (tell me?) | musicals | ni no kuni character transition goal | micassin | can barely swim

nickiver | danny gonzalez | salt and vinegar | 2 cats | stardew valley

drew gooden | 1 dog | glee | the good place | dropout

divorced parents | bears in trees | negative 25 | kurtis conner | only child

[imekitty]

I think some people are confused about the corneal scar Danny gets after Maddie slashes his eye in Dissembled. It is in fact on his eyeball, like horizontally across the iris/pupil on the cornea, the skin around his eye is unaffected. As in when his eye is closed, the scar cannot be seen.

It's difficult to find images of this type of injury since it's very rare, but I did find a couple:

Danny's scar is between these two in appearance. It's thicker than the brown eye scar on the left but straighter/less chaotic than the blue eye scar on the right.

The blue contact Maddie makes him wear helps cover it up but it can still be seen across the pupil.

The person with the brown eye can probably see, it's just blurred by the scar. My memory of the person with the blue eye is that the injury blinded that eye. Maddie slit Danny's eye deep enough to leave a scar but not enough to blind him. However, his supernatural healing is probably what really saved his vision in that eye, although the scar still makes it blurry.

I've seen fanart that drew the scar vertically. Admittedly I never stated that the scar is horizontal until recently, I honestly didn't think that saying the scar "goes across" the center of his eye could be interpreted as vertical lol.

[siri-ike]

Does he know where we are? Oh my God. He deffinetly knows. He has to. He can probably smell us with his freaky nerd powers. Or hear us breathe with his heightened underachieving hearing. He probably got it from his crazy parents' experiments. Oh, God. Why does he wanna kill us?

Dash was about to stand up, but Paulina stopped him.

Come on, girl. They listen to you. Be a leader. She gave him a brave face, but she couldn't hide the paralyzing fear in her eyes.

The sound of rubber against the ceramic tiles alerted Kuan to catch Phantoms' leg from sliding into view, but it was too late. He picked the hero up, and they all creped as quietly as they could to the end of the hallway where Paulina stopped them. She held her trembling hand to her mouth in a "hush" gesture and, with the other hand, nudged Kuan down one hallway while ushering the rest down the opposite path.

With Kuan taking Phantom away, her, Star, and Dash could lead Danny away. Hopefully, without getting murdered.

They circled back behind Danny and quietly crossed the hall. As expected, he heard them and gave chase. Luckily, they're a trio of popular athletes, and he's a loser with no upper or lower body strength.

They sprinted through corridor after corridor at full speed. They ran so much faster than he did, but somehow, every time Paulina looked back, he was there.

Walking.

They tried to go for the exit, but despite taking the shortest path, they just kept seeing the same things. Something had to be wrong. They know these halls, and they're not supposed to be a maze. Is he doing something?

"Whoever gets out has to get help. Now, Split!" Paulina commanded, and they each when in their own direction.

Paulina was too far from any exits, so she ducked into a classroom. She peered out the window on the door to see if he followed her. The hall was empty. She turned around and-

"~Hello~"

Paulina jumped. His voice was even more soulless than his actions. She tried to open the door, but the handle turned rubbery, and the room spun.

Never had Dash lived up to his name more than now. If only the scouts were watching him. He went straight out to the football field. No turns. This was his time to shine.

Exept

Dash can run the whole length of the football field in under 15 seconds, but he had to have been running for minutes. He stopped. He was in the middle of the field. He tried running to the benches, but the same thing happened. It was like he wasn't the one moving. The ground was.

A distant clapping drew his attention to the bleachers. There was one member in the audience.

Danny.

Dash turned to run the other way. He barely got closer to the other side, but in those bleachers, he saw two Danny's. One on the far left third row, and one in the middle 8th.

He turned again and ran. 4 Danny's. He turned. 8 Danny's.

Star wished she had stayed with someone. She's a people person. The more, the better. She thrives in a group. She stopped running a long time ago. How long ago? It's hard to tell. She's alone. Everything kept getting darker. There were big windows everywhere she went, but it was like no light could get through them. Need someone, anyone. She tried to speak, but nothing came out. Or maybe the sound just wasn't reaching her ears. She was definitely saying things.

She felt off balance, like when you get caught up in setting up for a party and forget breakfast. The walls got wiggly or blurry. Both? Oh, wiggly, deffinetly. It looked like worms were trying to crawl out from under the paint. The worms got bigger and wider until they didn't look like worms anymore. Faces. Faces she knew. They looked so familiar. She had to know them, but she couldn't really recognize any of them. One had the same mouth and nose as Brittany, but Tiffany's eyes. Another was a mesh of her grandparents. No one was right. Classmates, cousins, camp friends, kids from elementary school she kept in touch with, mall employees, there were so many. Trying to get out. She turned to run away, but what she saw was another wall.

This one only had one face. Danny's. And he had no trouble getting out.

Running was easy for Kwan. He could even run while carrying a person. Frankly, he could run while carrying three people the size of Phantom. What he could not deal with was the pressure. Kwan was such a follower. It was one of the things he disliked most about himself. He's always been like that. He joined bullied the unpopular kids to stay in the popular crowd. He quit going to his oboe classes because they told him to.

"~Take a left~"

Kwan veered left towards the boiler room.

He even uninvited his cousin to his birthday party because the other jocks insisted that theater geeks would ruin it.

But now he's alone.

"~Go in~"

He tried the door handle, but it was locked. He looked back and hesitantly took a few steps to where Danny could still be.

*creeeeek*

The door to the basement opened up on its own.

Kwan halted and looked back at the door. A cold sweat drips down his forehead.

Just around the corner, he'd come from, Kwan heard footsteps near ever closer. He's not even running. How could he have kept up? Why did he go after them? The whole point of splitting up was that the others were going to lure him away. Why wasn't he lured?!

"Wake up, wake up, wake up." He begged Phantom. How was he supposed to know if he's was OK? He doesn't breathe. He doesn't have a heartbeat. But he moves a bit, sometimes. And he's glowing. Which does not help them hide, especially in the dark boiler room.

Wait! "We never went in."

"~Oh, didn't you?~" the voice was flat and callous. It sounded far away but right next to him at the same time. And there was no mistake. It was Danny's voice.

I wanted more A-lister content.

[mizartz]

The man with his rucksack raises the gun. Danny looks at him, really looks at him, sees his wide eyes and trembling hands and thinks that it serves him right. Danny’s own eyes glow green and bright, blood dripping down his face. “Better make it count,” he snarls.

fanart for close enough to be whole again by @hailsatanacab <3 i am obsessed with this fic!!!

[nocontextdannygonzalez]

na

im just gon pretend

[atiyasnake]

@tourettesdog so here I am, going thru my drafts and find that I had written a lil blurb in response to this <3 I was like yay!

Everything went silent. As if someone was holding their hands over his ears and all he could bear was the beating of his heart. Too fast. His fingertips started to feel cold, tingly.

Batman was still talking. There were words coming out and Danny did hear them. He heard them, he did. But he was unable to even repeat what had been said.

He stood up and the chair feel from thr force of it. He was vibrating full force. He had to leave. Leave. Leave.

He turned to but something grabbed his wrist. A firm grip that wouldn't let go. But he needed to go. He had to leave. He couldn't be trapped. Not again not again.

"Let go." The words were a small thing that came out of his mouth. But Robin did not let go. He spoke and when Danny pulled the grip tightened.

They were keeping him here. They weren't letting him go. Danny needed to go. He needed them to let go. Let go. Let go.

"Let go!" These words raked across his throat. A desperation he kept hidden finally coming out and showing its claws.

The grip disappeared, and Danny moved. He didn't care about the blurry vision from tears or the way he choked on air. He stumbled into his room and to the little nook next to his bed and nightstand. A small space where it was an annoyance to get something he dropped. Hard to reach. He pushed himself into it.

The side pressed it, forcing his shaking hands to center towards his chest. He drew his legs up and held them there tightly. His nails dug the his skin of his legs to keep them there and he tucked his head in.

Fenton

Fenton

He was a Fenton, but that hadn't stopped them. It hadn't stopped them from hurting him. He had run away and stayed away. He was supposed to be okay, but no, that name has followed him here.

Long ago Danny thought the worst part of that name was the bullying at school. The other kids who didn't believe it and liked to call him names. He had never thought the worst part of that name would have been the accusation the disgust directed at him. Too much like his parents when they found out what he was.

How they sounded as they had done that to him.

DPxDC prompt where Danny has been going by Nightingale for awhile now, but he has yet to legally change his name. On paper he's still a Fenton, and after what his parents did to him he struggles to see it still attached to his name.

He's been living in Gotham for a while now. He's tried laying low, leaving his past behind-- still he can't help but get involved when shit hits the fan. He's on the bats' radar quicker than he'd have liked, and they deduce his identity quicker than he'd have expected.

When he's confronted by Batman, the man addresses him as Fenton. He lays down his past-- what he knows of it, at least-- and all of the weaponry and questionable science attached to that name.

Danny's not sure what he expected from his inevitable interrogation with the big bat, but a panic attack wasn't it.

[aggressivelyclueless]

fairy circle

in which danny remains a ghost

contains: some misconceptions; no details, unfortunately

u guys remember that post about mushrooms growing over dead bodies? :)

The phantom manifested for the first time on the night that Danny Fenton disappeared.  It was a damp and biting night, one that had been led in by an unsteady drizzle and that turned everything moody and grey.  It wouldn't be until the following morning that Amity would notice that he hadn't come home, and by then it was far too late.

The first time that the phantom manifested, he didn't remember much.  Some ghosts retained most aspects of their life; for him, the thought of family was blurry and unimportant, and he vaguely recalled having friends but couldn't name them.  That was fine by him; he didn't feel any pressing attachment.  This was not to say that he would shun them or hurt them, even if provoked.

But he felt no need to seek them out.

For the first few nights, he didn't even recall his own name.  Presumably, he had one, but it was just out of his reach in the same way that the faces of his friends were, and he didn't seem to need it as he floated in and out through empty houses in an abandoned and decaying neighbourhood in the northern part of town.  Was one of those houses his?  He decided, after exploring them, that he'd know if they were.

They were not.

So where, then, was he supposed to haunt?

The phantom was well aware that he was dead.  He didn't think it in those words - and he certainly couldn't recall the details or circumstances of that death - but he knew he wasn't human anymore, and he knew what sorts of things he was meant to do.  He was meant to haunt, but where?  His home?  Did he still have one of those?

Eleven days after he died, the ghost of Danny Fenton found his old home.  The sight of him broke his mother; she had, stubbornly, held out hope that he was simply missing, and seeing a drifting, smudgy approximation of her son in the window after sunset brought her near-instantly to bawling tears.

When he saw her, he could remember a little more.  Her name was Madeline; his father's name was Jack; he had a sister, too, although she was still somewhat obscured in his memory.  Had he not been as close to her?

He asked his mother if he was supposed to stay.  She implored him to, pleaded with him, offered him anything she could give, anything she couldn't, to have her son in the house again.

But it didn't feel right.  He left the following dusk, but he wouldn't disappear forever.

Something felt like it was missing.  That was the odd feeling that he had most of the time, and the gap wasn't something he could fill with heartbeat or boyfriend or home or any other leftover thing.  It went deeper than that, like there was a part of him that was gone and shouldn't be.

What was it?

It was two months after Danny Fenton died, and his ghost stumbled upon the Knife River Cemetery.  It was completely by chance when he drifted in on a bitter breeze one afternoon, and it was completely by chance that he discovered that someone had dug him a grave and put his name on top.  It hadn't occurred to him, until then, that he would have had a grave.

But it was for decorative purposes only.  The stone nestled under the willow tree bore his name, but there was nothing buried underneath it.

That was what he was missing - a corpse.  He had no idea what had happened to it, or where it was.  He didn't remember how he'd died.  That was why he felt restless.  That was his unfinished business: to find it, and to find closure for it.

For the second time, the ghost of Danny Fenton came home.  It felt, to him, like a visit; it wasn't home anymore, even though his family still lived there, and he asked his mother what had happened to him.  Mothers knew a great deal, he reasoned; certainly, she would be able to point him to his own body?

She couldn't.  He'd simply vanished one night, she said, somewhere between asking him and begging him to stay.  Without answers, though, he couldn't stay.  For the second time, he left, but he wished her and the family well, and promised that sometime he'd visit again.

The winter was long and grey.  The phantom spent it drifting in and out of the graveyard, thinking every few days that perhaps the body would be there, in the same way that one continually checks a pocket for misplaced keys.

But a human body was much harder to misplace.  Sometime close to spring, he concluded that someone must have stolen it.

That pained him.  Thinking of the body being hidden away from him on purpose made something deep within him grow sharp and crystalline like a needle of icy anger, although he wasn't angry at anyone he knew.

But it began to show on him.  The chill that he exuded began to deepen, and if he lingered too long over an empty sidewalk or windowsill, he'd leave glittering nests of frost behind.  Even when the snow began to melt in the spring, his grave stayed white.  Some said it was because the willow tree gave it shade, but that wasn't the real reason.

It was late in the spring when the ghost of Danny Fenton discovered his corpse.  It wasn't because it had been left out, or because any of the living had found it, although they had begun to draw attention to it, in a way.

The corpse had, in fact, been buried.  The job was done in the dead of night, before the winter had hit and the ground had turned to ice, and by the time the spring came and no one knew, fresh sod was rolled in and the burial site was glossed over completely.  The body was destined not to be discovered, at least not in any official manner.

But, it was regarded as peculiar by the living for one reason and one reason only: when the spring came, and the ground thawed and the body's decomposition resumed, there grew a ring of mushrooms in the soil above it.  Marked as it was, the site suddenly became noticeable, and it was the superstitious living that drew the ghost's attention to it in the first place.

And, of course, once the ghost discovered the body underneath the ground - once he had, in some real capacity, a grave to haunt - he stayed there, which in turn made the living more wary of it.

Some said he had never been human to begin with.  Just look at those eyes, wouldn't you agree?

Some said he lingered to catch the true names of passers-by.  Why else would he listen so closely?

Some said he wished to lure away the unwary.  What else would that false friendliness hide?

In truth, the ghost of Danny Fenton was just that: a ghost.  He lingered by a fairy circle not because he was never human but because he had been human.  He would occasionally receive gifts of dandelion heads or pebbles found by children whose parents weren't watching too closely.

And never once did he steal any of them away.

[warriorgays]

Justified Timeline

I posted this on tumblr a few years ago, but it was as a link to my Dreamwidth journal, which I’ve since gotten rid of. Don’t know how active the fandom is nowadays, but I was talking to some people about how I live for making fandom timelines and I thought might as well make this one accessible again. It goes all the way through the last season and marks characters’ deaths, so here be spoilers:

SEASON ONE

1.1 “Fire in the Hole”

March 3, 2010

Episode occurs over 7 days (with a 2-day break between Miami and Lexington)

1.2 “Riverbrook”

(begins 3 days later)

Episode occurs over 2 days

Tim has been at the Lexington office for 9 months

Rachel is wearing a wedding ring

1.4, “Long in the Tooth”

(begins at least 8 days later)

Episode occurs over 1 day

1.5, “The Lord of War and Thunder”

(begins at least three weeks later)

Episode occurs over 2 days

1.6, “The Collection”

(begins at least 1 day later)

Episode occurs over 4 days

1.7, “Blind Spot”

(at least one day passes)

Episode occurs over 2 days

1.8, “Blowback”

(at least one week passes)

Episode occurs over 3 days (possibly with a break of several days in between)

1.9, “Hatless”

(at least 2 day pass)

Episode occurs over 3 days

1.10, “The Hammer”

Note: Raylan takes a week off from work. It is not clear whether the week is between 1.8 and 1.9, or between 1.9 and 1.10.

Episode occurs over 4 days

1.11, “Veterans”

(at least 2 days pass)

Episode occurs over 3 days

1.12, “Fathers and Sons”

(first scene begins the same night as 1.11; the second begins at least one day later)

Excluding the first night, 3 days pass, with at least one day’s break in between

1.13, “Bulletville”

(begins the same night as 1.12)

Episode occurs over 3 days

Death of Bo Crowder

SEASON ONE occurs over 89 concrete days total; HOWEVER, the pacing of the episodes is much looser than in later seasons, and is entirely possible that the season took up to 4 months in the narrative

SEASON TWO

2.1, “The Moonshine War”

(begins the same day as 1.13)

After the initial scenes, Raylan spends at least a week under investigation

Episode occurs over 8 days

2.2, “The Life Inside”

(first scene begins the same night as 2.1)

Two days later, a short scene with Mags and Loretta

At least two days later, narrative picks up with Raylan again

Episode occurs over 4 days

2.3, “The I of the Storm”

(several days pass)

Episode occurs over 3 days (with a one-day break after the first day)

2.4, “For Blood or Money”

(several days pass)

Episode occurs over 2 days

Rachel is not wearing a wedding ring in this episode, and her nephew implies she’s single

2.5, “Cottonmouth”

(four days later)

Episode occurs over 2 days

2.6, “Blaze of Glory”

(at least one day passes)

Episode occurs over 2 days, possibly with a gap in between

2.7, “Save My Love”

(starts the next day)

Episode occurs over 2 days

2.8, “The Spoil”

(at least two days pass)

Episode occurs over 1 day

2.9, “Brother’s Keeper”

(starts same day as 2.8)

Episode occurs over 2 days

Death of Coover Bennett

2.10, “Debts and Accounts”

(at least one day passes)

Episode occurs over 1 day

2.11, “Full Commitment”

(starts same day as 2.10)

Episode occurs over 3 days (ends at 2am of the third day)

Death of Helen Givens

2.12, “Reckoning”

(starts same day as 2.11)

Episode occurs over 4 or 5 days, with a gap in the middle

2.13, “Bloody Harlan”

(starts 2 days following 2.12)

Winona tells Raylan that she’s pregnant

Episode occurs over 1 day

SEASON TWO occurs over 45 days; however, there are several episodes that seem to imply that a week or more has passed, without giving any concrete evidence, so it’s possible that the season occurs over 2 and a half months

SEASON THREE

3.1, “The Gunfighter”

(starts same day as 2.13)

Evening of day 1

(three full weeks pass)

Episode occurs over 3 days following

3.2, “Cut Ties”

(at least one day passes)

Winona states that she is 6 weeks pregnant

Episode occurs over 1 day

3.3, “Harlan Roulette”

(starts one day following 3.2)

Episode occurs over 3 days

3.4, “The Devil You Know”

(2 days pass)

Episode occurs over 1 day

Death of Devil

3.5, “Thick As Mud”

(starts late the same night as 3.4)

Winona is 7 weeks pregnant

Episode occurs over 1 day

Winona leaves Raylan

3.6, “When The Guns Come Out”

(starts the following day)

Episode occurs over 2 days

Note: 95% of the action takes place on one day. The second to last scene takes place at night, on a different day (Raylan is wearing a different shirt). I assumed it was the very next night, but Art says that Charlie “went home on Tuesday,” and Raylan replies “I saw him Tuesday,” which could imply that several days have passed.

3.7, “The Man Behind the Curtain”

(at least one day passes)

Episode occurs over 2 days

Opens late in the evening, lasts until the following night

3.8, “Watching the Detectives”

(starts late the same night as 3.7)

Episode occurs over 2 days

Opens late at night, lasts until the following night

Death of Gary Hawkins

3.9, “Loose Ends”

(first short scene begins late the same night as 3.8)

Episode occurs over 4 days

3.10, “Guy Walks Into a Bar”

(at least one day passes)

Episode occurs over 3 days

Limehouse states that it is late autumn

3.11, “Measures”

(at least one day passes)

Episode occurs over 1 day

3.12, “Coalition”

(starts the same day as 3.11)

Episode (theoretically) occurs over 1 day

The timing of this day is absolutely an error. Judging by the filming--every scene in sunlight, every character wearing the same clothes, and some dialogue cues--it only occurs over one day. However, there is no physical way for everything to happen within a single day, and in “Measures,” Raylan and Art clearly return to the office at the end of a shift, although the next episode continues virtually uninterrupted.

Raylan also states that Dickie Bennett was released from prison “a week ago Wednesday,” while the pace and filming of the narrative implies he was only released the day before if not that very morning.

Death of Tom Bergen

3.13, “Slaughterhouse”

(starts late the same night as 3.12)

Episode occurs over 3 days

note: based on context clues, Winona is about 11 weeks pregnant

SEASON THREE occurs over 52-60 days

SEASON FOUR

4.1, “Hole in the Wall”

(begins 5-8 weeks after 3.13)

Episode occurs over 2 days

4.2, “Where’s Waldo”

(starts the next day)

Episode occurs over 1 day

Art turned 56 the week prior

Art has been in Lexington for 22 years

Rachel has left her husband; presuming she was not married in 2.4, when her nephew joked about finding her a husband, this means her marriage lasted for a maximum of three months. It is also possible that her nephew’s line was a one-off joke and that the writers only later decided that they wanted Rachel to be married.

4.3, “Truth and Consequences”

(starts the same evening as 4.2)

Episode occurs over 2 days

4.4, “This Bird Has Flown”

(starts the same evening as 4.3)

Episode occurs over 2 days

Death of Bill St. Cyr

4.5, “Kin”

(first short scene is the same night as 4.5; second scene begins the following day)

Episode occurs over 2 days

4.6, “Foot Chase”

(first short scene is the same night as 4.5; second scene begins the following day)

Episode occurs over 2 days

4.7, “Money Trap”

First scene is a flashback to 6 days prior, when Raylan handed over Jody

Narrative picks up again the day after 4.6

Episode occurs over 2 days

Nelson’s birthday

4.8, “Outlaw”

(starts the same morning as 4.7 ends)

Episode occurs over 2 days

Death of Arlo Givens

4.9, “The Hatchet Tour”

(starts 2 days later)

Episode occurs over 1 day

4.10, “Get Drew”

(starts the same night as 4.9)

Episode occurs over 2 days

4.11, “Decoy”

(starts the same day as 4.10)

Episode occurs over 1 day

4.12, “Peace of Mind”

(at least one day passes)

Winona knows she’s carrying a girl; would imply she’s 18-20 weeks pregnant

Episode occurs over 1 day, except for final scene (which occurs the day after)

Death of Colton Rhodes

4.13, “Ghosts”

(starts the day of the previous scene)

Episode occurs over 2 days

SEASON FOUR occurs over 14 days total

SEASON FIVE

5.1, “A Murder of Crowes”

(starts minimum 6 months after 4.13)

Episode occurs over 4 days

Death of Sammy Tonin

Note: Willa has been born

5.2, “The Kids Aren’t All Right”

(starts the day following 5.1)

Episode occurs over 2 days

5.3, “Good Intentions”

(starts the same day as 5.2)

Episode occurs over 3 days

5.4, “Over the Mountain”

(starts just before dawn the day following 5.3)

Episode occurs over 2 days

5.5, “Shot All to Hell”

(starts at least one day following 5.4)

Episode occurs over 2 days

Deaths of Nick Mooney and Jean Baptiste

David Vasquez states that Art is about 8 months from retirement

5.6, “Kill the Messenger”

(starts at least one day following 5.5)

Episode occurs over 2 days

5.7, “Raw Deal”

(starts at least one day following 4.6)

Episode occurs over 2 days

(discrepancy: Boyd + co. arrive in Mexico, which is at least a 2 day trip by car, while the rest of the characters are still experiencing 1 day)

Death of Johnny Crowder

5.8, “Whistle Past the Graveyard”

(starts the morning following 5.7)

Episode occurs over 1 day

5.9, “Wrong Roads”

(starts the day following 5.8)

Episode occurs over 3 days

There’s a bit of blurriness; Boyd, Darryl, and Jimmy arrive in Harlan long before the second group, and it’s not clear if their trip was meant to take one day or two. If it’s meant to be the same day, though, that means Raylan received a physical copy of a Mexican murder investigation within 24 hours of the murder being discovered, which seems unlikely. I’ve recorded it as two days.

Death of Hot Rod Dunham

5.10, “Weight”

(first short scene begins the same night as 5.9; second scene begins the following day)

Episode occurs over 1 day

Death of Danny Crowe

5.11, “The Toll”

(starts the day after 5.10)

Episode occurs over 2 days

5.12, “Starvation”

(starts the day after 5.11)

Episode occurs over 3 days

Rachel says that the case against Grady Hale was one of the first one she worked, as a 21-year-old deputy. That would make her 35 in season 5 (younger than the original pilot script), and would indicate she’s been in the Lexington office for fourteen years, although it’s possible she transferred out and back in the interim.

5.13, “Restitution”

(starts the same night as 5.12)

Main plot occurs over 2 days

Once the Crowe situation is resolved, there’s at least three days of additional scenes--Raylan seeing Art, Ava being released from prison, etc. However, it’s possible that these scenes take place over a longer amount of time. I’ve recorded it as a possible week in the final count.

SEASON FIVE occurs over 32-39 days total

SEASON 6

6.1, “Fate’s Right Hand”

Raylan states it has been 4 weeks since the Mexican police seized Boyd’s truck; if his timeline matches up with mine, this would mean two weeks has passed since the season 5 finale

Episode occurs over 4 days

Arlo’s grave lists 2013 as his year of death

6.2, “Cash Game”

(starts the following day)

Episode occurs over 1 day

Raylan says Willa is 9 months old; this means that either there is a 13-month gap between seasons 4 and 5 (unlikely, based on the general plot and Ava’s imprisonment storyline in particular) or there is a continuity error.

6.3, “Noblesse Oblige”

(starts the following day)

Episode occurs over 1 day

6.4, “The Trash and the Snake”

(starts the following day)

Episode occurs over 1 day

6.5, “Sounding”

(starts late the same night as 6.4)

Episode occurs over 2 days

Some detectives mention that it is the start of bear season, which would make it somewhere between October-December.

6.6, “Alive Day”

(starts late the same night as 6.5)

Episode occurs over 2 days

Zachariah references Boyd’s season-two time in the mine as being “a couple years back”

Death of Choo Choo

6.7, “The Hunt”

(starts late the same night as 6.6)

Episode occurs over 2 days

Winona says that she took an Uber from the airport; Uber has been located in Kentucky since the spring of 2014.

Boyd says that he has been saving a bottle of bourbon from 1995 for “damn near 20 years.” I’d say this confirms that the show is supposed to be nearabouts 2015, although it can’t be narrowed down much further. He also says it’s the first day of wild hog hunting season, which doesn’t officially exist in Kentucky.

6.8, “Dark as a Dungeon”

(at least one day passes)

Episode occurs over 3 days

Raylan says that Arlo died “last year,” which would conclusively date this season as taking place in 2014.

Death of Ty Walker

6.9, “Burned”

(starts the same day as 6.8)

Episode occurs over 2 days

6.10, “Trust”

(starts the same night as 6.9)

Episode occurs over 2 days

6.11, “Fugitive Number One”

(starts the day after 6.10)

Episode occurs over 1 day

Deaths of Carl Lennon, Mike Cosmatopolis, and Katherine Hale

6.12, “Collateral”

(first scene occurs the same night; the episode then begins the day following 6.11)

Episode occurs over 2 days

Raylan’s cousin Mary from the hills has died at some point since season 4

Death of Zachariah Randolph

6.13, “The Promise”

(starts the same evening as 6.12 ends)

Main plot occurs over 2 days; it’s unclear how much time passes between Raylan shooting Boon and leaving Kentucky, but it was probably at least two additional days

Death of Avery Markham

EPILOGUE: Takes place 4 years later. Rachel sends Raylan mail from the Seattle Marshal’s Office. Ava is living in Lebec, CA with her son, who is probably about three and a half.

SEASON SIX (excluding the epilogue) takes place over 21 days

Based on this timeline, I can say, pretty conclusively, that Justified takes place from March 2010 to the late fall or winter of 2014. This fits with almost all of the time-specific references made in the final season, as well as my season-by-season timeline notes. In a few places there is a slight discrepancy, in which a single episode’s plotting implies that things take place over a shorter amount of time than suggested by the overarching seasonal timeline, but it’s rarely more than a few days at a time, and I’m confident this timeline is accurate within a few months.

There are only two significant errors in continuity. The first is Willa’s age. As noted, if Willa is nine months old in season 6, then that leaves at least 7 months unaccounted for, either in between seasons 4 and 5, or over season 5. Between seasons 4 and 5, Ava is in prison and hasn’t even been assigned a judge for her court date; 13 months is much too long for that to be true, at least without it being worthy of mentioning. And while it’s possible that season 5 takes place over a slightly longer period than I have listed, it’s very tightly plotted, and again, I doubt I would overlook 7 months’ worth of progression.

The other error is a very similar problem--Loretta’s age. She is explicitly stated to be 14 years old in her first appearance. In season 5, when her plot involves her having a boyfriend, she can reasonably be assumed (both due to the timeline and the context) to be 15 or recently-turned 16. In Season 6, which only took place about two months later, she is living on her own, in Harlan, and is presumed to be 18--unless she’s supposed to be an emancipated minor, which would be characteristic, but which is not actually mentioned or implied in-text. Kaitlyn Dever, who played Loretta, was in fact 14 years old when she started filming and 18 when she finished filming, but the series covers a shorter amount of time than real life does, and Loretta should only be, at most, 17 in the finale, if not still 16. This is clearly a narrative choice, however. Willa’s age has relatively little impact on the plot, and is most likely a small slip up. Loretta obviously can’t be living in Harlan and poised to run a weed empire if she’s still a teenage foster child, so I believe the writers deliberately waved away the issue in order to fit Loretta into the final season. Which I think we can all forgive, because she’s a fucking badass.

[boyakishantriage]

Poking the book, yep. There's a soul literally in the pages. No idea how, no idea why. The woman sits down, both hands on the book as she channels her magic through it, deep breath in. Short breath out. She repeats the process, before opening her eyes. Now, she was back, but it wasn't the place she'd scorched to salt. An infinite plane, book pillars all around marking every metre with a pen placed beside each one.

She'd been sitting there for a good few minutes, body still as she continued her breathing, pinching candles, sweeping the dust away. Nothing more to do but wait.

"Fenton."

"Go away Trinity."

"My name's Triage."

"Yeah well fuck..."

He'd raised his head, looking to the woman. A blue scarf around her neck, a hat with moss growing beneath it, and boots.

"Do delusions normally be so meta?"

She asked posthumously, before offering a hand.

"Olivia."

"Daniel."

"Daniel, mind explaining what the Ever living Fuck you're doing?"

Mom Olivia stated, she sounded mildly annoyed but. That's par for the course.

"I- I don't-"

Standing, she flick kicked the male.

"OW"

"You don't moping? Or are ya gonna come with me?"

"... Who- what-"

"Listen, you've got a destiny to fulfil and I really don't want to listen to my boss for several hours. So, take my hand."

The book glowed, red lightning turning to yellow as black magic forced the book's mouth open. Body forming out the pages, metallic plating peeling off the skin to the floor as he were dragged out the spell book.

Everything got disorienting. Black, charred and utter chaos. A battle field, what-

"Omg. Omg omg omg. A phantom. The Danny Phantom."

This. Was familiar.

Smiling, he flicked a greeting at her.

"Thanks for the... Help."

His eyes traced off, the woman from before slicing transformed Ben Tennysons with twins rakes?

"YO, you need help miss?"

"Eh? Oh, you. Uhm, probably? I mean everything's blurry and I'm feeling the consequences of drinking a six pack of vodka. So, yeah. I guess?"

That was strange. How could someone not know if they needed help, no matter. Drawing energy, he drew back. The battle freezing, the woman panicking before slamming rakes into the ground.

"PLEASE WORK PLEASE WAH-"

Everything rumbled, the earth shaking as her body glowed. Matter and energy seemed to bend around her, the earth near her holding as pebbles of flesh, metal, nanites and nearby enemies and forces as the woman barley managed to shout over the wail.

"ALRIGHT WE GET IT YOU'RE PISSED OFF CAN YOUR FUCKING STOP WHINING YOU OVERGROWN BABY??"

Prompt:

Danny gets trapped in a spellbook. He binds himself to whoever touches him next. The only way to release the bind is by either freeing Danny or doing so many things the book says (which the book is blank and Danny can control what is in it). Shenanigans

[lexiepiper]

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Hi @mobster-wife​, here’s your Truce gift! You asked for Danny’s powers showing in subtle, creepy ways, and also for Ghost King Danny, so I took a bit of liberty with the content. I hope you like it! Happy holidays!!!

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“Hey, Mum?”

“Hm?”

“Can we talk upstairs?”

Maddie carefully put the lid back onto her petri dish and drew the fume cover fully into place. “What is it, Sweetie?” she asked, only pulling back her hood and goggles after peeling off her gloves. Danny was already halfway back to the stairs, but he paused as she faced him. “Daniel Fenton, how many times have I told you to at least wear a lab coat and gloves down here if you won’t bother with your suit?” She pulled on a new set of gloves as she spoke, snapping the plastic against her forearms in an effort to make her point.

He shrugged halfheartedly. “Sorry.” She tossed him some gloves but he twisted them in his hands instead of putting them on. His eyes reflected the portal’s muted green light. “Um… I know you’re busy and everything, but I was wondering, um… if we could have dinner as a family tonight.”

The shadows on his face drew lines from the corners of eyes and mouth, and he drooped like a dying plant.

“Oh, Sweetie,” she sighed, and stepped away from her samples. She needed to finish studying them tonight, before the ectoplasm withered into nothing. She didn’t know why it faded away like that, but without a core, and without the Ghost Zone sustaining it, it could only last a short while… But Danny looked so lonely standing in the middle of the lab, twisting the gloves in his grasp and looking down at his shoes when she didn’t answer right away.

His clear disappointment won her over. “I think we could all benefit from that.”

His gaze shot back up, and his smile was relief that loosened the lines in his brow. “Thanks,” he said, and tossed the gloves in the bin. “I was thinking maybe we could get pizza, or that really good Thai stuff that we had for your birthday, or otherwise we could have Indian?”

“We can have whatever you want.” She shooed him towards the stairs and he began to climb them with heavy steps. They were slow and solid, and as she followed, she kept waiting for him to miss one. He knew he was being watched, and he was always so careful around other people, but whenever she discovered him walking down the hallway, or in the kitchen late at night, his footsteps didn’t make a sound until he knew she was there. She’d previously written it off as general lightness of feet, but now, she needed to reevaluate.

Jack and Jazz were waiting for them in the kitchen, menus strewn across the table as they argued about what to order. Maddie was suddenly grateful that she’d agreed to join them. There was a gauntness to their expressions that weighed against her, and she took a seat as Danny decided on Thai. Once their orders were put through that new Uber app on his phone, they all sat around the table, and she wondered why this felt more like a meeting than a family evening.

Danny folded his arms across the table, accidentally brushing against her skin. He pulled back with a hiss, and Maddie tried to keep her face blank at the frigidity of his touch. He was still as cold as yesterday, when she’d held him close and his blood had soaked through the knees of her thin Halloween costume.

It had been a terrible ghost attack. He should have died in her arms… but he’d breathed, and blinked, and then everything fell away. She’d woken up that morning and walked downstairs and he’d been cleaning up from breakfast. No blood. No death. The sight had convinced her that it had all been a terrible nightmare.

Jazz cleared her throat. “So, um, what’s the occasion?”

Dany shrugged. Even away from the portal, his eyes held that soft emerald sheen. “We don’t spend time together much anymore, mostly because I’m never around,” he confessed. “I realised that I’m so… so lucky to have you guys, and I… I just wanted to…” He sniffed, and wiped at a tear that shone brighter than it should have in the dull kitchen light. “I wanted to say that I love you guys,” he choked.

“Oh, Sweetie,” Maddie sighed, and looped an arm around his shoulders. He was freezing, even through his shirt, and out of the corner of her eye his body seemed almost translucent. She wouldn’t say anything yet, though. Not until he brought it up. She didn’t want it to be real. “We love you too.”

Pressed against her side, he was still. She breathed, but he… didn’t.

Maddie felt like she’d been punched in the chest. She squeezed her arm around her son, closing her eyes for a moment and trying to think of how to approach the topic. “Danny, last night…”

He leaned against her. “I know.” That simple admittance smashed her thoughts to shreds, but she held tighter to him, as though the simple hug would keep him with her.

“Sweetie,” she whispered, and blinked as burning tears slid down her cheeks, “tell me what happened.”

He shrugged against her, and Maddie’s blurry vision cleared enough to see the confusion on Jack’s face. Jazz was different though — she was already crying, and blotted at tears with the sleeve of her jumper.

“It’s a long story,” Danny said, and his voice was a whisper that crackled like wind in a blizzard. “I know you’ve probably noticed things in the past, but I’ve been… something else, for a few years now, and I defeated the ghost king a while back, and I didn’t know how things worked with right of conquest or whatever, but now… they came for me last night. I convinced them to give me one more day, but… I guess I wasted it. I got you guys home, and spent all night writing everything down, and today I said my goodbyes.” His voice cracked, and he scrubbed a hand over his face. “They’ll be here in a minute. I’m sorry.”

She pulled back and grabbed him by the shoulders, ignoring how her fingers sunk halfway into his skin before hitting a solid layer. “Who’s coming? Danny, what did they do to you?”

His eyes shone like bright green stars, flickering as glowing tears poured free. “I’m sorry,” he whispered again, tightly, like he was fighting back sobs.

“No spook’ll take my son!” Jack roared, ripping a blaster from its holster and waving it through the air.

Jazz stood up, and moved to stand at Danny’s other side. “We’ll come find you,” she promised, and carded her fingers through his hair. The black was filtering away, fading into a soft silver that slowly bleached to blinding white.

Danny shook his head, and Jack’s gun clattered to the floor. “Danno? You’re… You look like…”

He smiled then, through his tears, and Maddie wondered how she hadn’t seen it before. “Yep,” he said, “I’m Phantom. Full confession’s in a letter on my desk.” The smile dropped away again, and he gave a shuddering sigh. “I really… r-really love you guys.”

He was fading more now, and shadows rose from the floorboards, like wisps of green steam. Maddie couldn’t make out much beyond high-collared cloaks and huge eyeballs, but her touch suddenly sank right through her transparent son.

He gave another sad, tear-stained smile. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.” A crown of green fire wrapped around his brow. “I love you guys.”

His sister lurched forward with a cry, but Maddie blinked and he was gone. Jazz crumpled to the floor, her shoulders tremoring as she sobbed into her hands.

Maddie stared at the spot where he’d disappeared. She wanted to tell herself that it was all a trick, that this had been some crazy post-Halloween joke…

Her heart knew the truth though. She sank back into her chair, laid her head on her arms, and wept.