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[flovoid]

WELCOME TO SAN-FREAKING-MYSHUNO CITIZENS ⚠️‼️

[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)

[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.

[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.

[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

[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

[shootingstarwritings]

Keepin’ it in the Family

Manfred—Freddy for short—was a young man that spent his life in the shadow of his uncle’s side of the family. Meek, shy, unassuming, and more of an indoors type. “I’m more of a type B kind of fellow,” he would answer whenever someone asked him what kind of person he was. Meanwhile, Daniel Crawford and his son, Alex, were the exact opposite. Tall, strong, and always willing to get down and sweaty in an activity. They often dominated every family gathering and gleefully hogged the spotlight shined on them.

“Did you know Alex got a football scholarship… Daniel bought a second house… oh my gawd, li’l Danny got so buff last year, can’t believe he used to be my younger bro…!” On and on Freddy would hear until he got sick of it.

“Why dontcha join a team or somethin’, squirt?” his cousin Alex teased him while roughly messing up his hair. Although Freddy couldn’t deny his cousin was annoying and far too energetic, he couldn’t bring himself to hate him. There was always an authenticity behind his invites to play football with his friends. He was brutish but kind. That was all.

Freddy’s uncle Daniel was a different story.

On a certain day during a family gathering, Daniel concerned Freddy in a hallway. “Perhaps if you applied yourself more," he once told Freddy, the disdain clear in his voice, "you'd get as far as my boy does in life." The rest of the family was just a few rooms away, but their cheerful voices were worlds away. “But until you do that, I want you to stop spending any time with Alex. Honestly don’t know why he wastes his precious youth on someone like you.”

Freddy didn't respond but nodded while glaring defiantly at the floor. He jumped back as his uncle grabbed him by the throat and forcefully tilted his head upwards. Freddy let out a sharp hiss of pain but prevented himself from screaming.

With a low voice, his uncle Daniel said, “Look at me while I’m speaking, you little shit. Don’t want your mediocrity holding my golden son back. Stay away from him or else.” He punctuated his last words by shoving Freddy to the wall. “Can’t believe you and your father are related to us. Well, guess we know who got the better genes in the family.”

Freddy glared at him as he walked away. It was painful, but he could endure. As long as he lived, he would not let this abuse break him. The day would come when he would prove him wrong.

However, it all came to a head about a week ago, when Freddy announced his plans for a graduation party. Most of the replies in the texts he sent out for his family were some variation of, “Oh, I’m sorry Freddy, but your uncle Danny is planning to celebrate his promotion at work that day. Perhaps you can reschedule.” As always, Freddy remained overshadowed.

“Bastards,” Freddy’s father, a rotund and balding man by the name of Benny, exclaimed as he saw the texts. “Can’t even spare a day for you. It’s always those two pricks.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Freddy muttered, glaring down at the texts on his phone. How often had his family ignored him in favor of those two? How often did his uncle mistreat him to guarantee that his ‘golden child’ Alex would remain as successful as he was? The questions kept echoing in his mind until, finally, he decided to cut this cycle.

“If you want,” his father tried again, “we can spend that weekend just the two of us, son. We can travel and celebrate our way."

“It’s all right, dad. I know exactly what I’m gonna do,” said Freddy as he marched off to his room. He would have to draw up the runes and memorize the incantations before long. By being efficient, he would have the spell all set by dawn’s early light.

However, his father stopped him by placing a firm hand on his shoulder—a rarity. “Hold on son," Benny said in a tender voice. "I understand what you're going through, believe me, I know. I was never the golden child of the family either. Danny made sure of that." There was disdain in Benny's voice that Freddy had never heard from before, but he had little time to dwell on it as his father continued. "But, to me, you'll always be the golden child, Freddy. I just want you to know that." Then, Benny pulled his son in for a hug.

Freddy eagerly returned in, shoving his thoughts of revenge to the back of his mind for the moment. Now, he just wanted to spend time with his father. Dusk came and went, and the two bid each other good night as they settled into their rooms on different floors. With nothing to interrupt Freddy, he set off to work.

It began when he found a book of occult rituals and spells in his father's study. Never had Benny spoken about this to Freddy, and Freddy lacked the courage to confront his father about it. Instead, he took photos of the various pages of spells and tried them out for himself—another reason why he did not want his father to know that he knew. By doing this magic in secret, Freddy could indulge in his fantasies that were now just a spell away. Coaches, classmates, and neighbors all fell to his charms and rituals; fulfilling deviant actions according to his whims.

My father can never know, Freddy thought bitterly to himself as he drew the sigils on his rug with chalk, he’ll never know so he’ll always be proud of me, his pure and hard-working son.

Tonight would be the first time Freddy would attempt the possession spell as well as the first time he broke a rule he had set for himself when he first began to use magic: never involve a family member. Now, he read through the procedure on his phone and prepared to sink into an even deeper level of deviancy. A bit of the text at the bottom of the page was faded, but the instructions were all written out. It’s most likely flavor text, Freddy thought.

This spell would allow the invoker to project his soul towards an unassuming target. From then on, a battle of wills would begin, and the dominant soul would take over the body. The invoker is not guaranteed to be successful. Caution must be exercised, and a strong will is heavily recommended.

It was a frightening thought, but Freddy did not allow that to slow him down. His hands trembled with excitement and his heart raced with pure adrenaline as he pictured his uncle’s sexy yet punchable face.

In the heat of the moment, Freddy cast the spell alongside the rising sun. Once those accursed words left his lips, a sharp and painful sensation spread throughout his body. It was as if his soul was being stretched and twisted, like a rubber band. However, he just gritted his teeth and endured it as he always did. The suffering of a spell or his uncle’s harassment was all the same—nothing he couldn’t handle. However, when the pain continued to grow in magnitude, Freddy was afraid this spell was going to rip his soul in half.

Then came the release—the catharsis. The spell catapulted Freddy’s soul at a speed rivaling that of a bullet train’s. Freddy screamed both in terror and sheer jubilation as his soul traveled through the dawn-dyed sky. Everything, even the sun, was a blurry mess until he arrived at his uncle’s expensive house, where he finally stopped. He was back in control.

Slowly, Freddy glided through the halls of a home that alienated him for most of his life. While searching for his uncle’s room, he stumbled upon his cousin Alex sleeping on top of the covers, clad in just a pair of boxer briefs. Though Freddy intended to keep moving, he remained still and watched his cousin’s chest slowly rise and fall as he slept peacefully.

“You deserve a better father,” Freddy whispered, caressing his cousin’s cheek with his ghostly hand. His voice and touch were nothing more than a chilly breeze on Alex’s bare skin. When Freddy noticed the goosebumps that spread down his cousin’s arms, he drew back and excused himself from the room. His target still needed to be punished.

A few hallways later, Freddy found himself floating above his uncle. Daniel, just like his son, slept above his covers and nearly in the nude to deal with the brutal summer heat. Even so, beads of sweat still glistened in his half-naked, furry body. His breathing was just as peaceful and gentle as Alex's as it passed through his heart-shaped lips. "If only you were as kind as you look while sleeping," Freddy said as he glared down at Daniel. Hatred and lust pushed him forward, and he gleefully enacted his plan.

Having spent quite a long time manipulating the wills of men, Freddy knew that the best way to overwhelm them was to do so post-coitus. “You’ll be my ticket to happiness,” he whispered to his uncle, “you piece of shit asshole.” He began by running his tongue down his uncle’s bare chest, giving the nipple a lick.

The effect was immediate. Daniel’s eyes shot open as he shivered at the paranormal touch. He looked around, perplexed. “What the fuck?” he said.

Freddy snickered at his uncle’s confusion. He pushed his uncle back onto the bed, one hand twirling and playing with his nipples while another teased the bulge hidden by the briefs. “W-Woah, oh shit!” said Daniel, trying to kick his invisible assaulter away to no avail. When the sensation didn’t stop, Daniel attempted to rise only for Freddy to roughly shove him back onto the bed again.

“I’m not done with you!” Freddy roared to his uncle’s terror. The rush of power was intoxicating, and Freddy greedily drank in every pathetic whimper and moan from his uncle. He pulled his underwear off, revealing his uncle’s large hard-on, and threw it to the side. “God, you’re thick,” Freddy moaned as he took his uncle’s cock in his hand. “C’mon, cum for me, old man,” he said as his lips played with the pecs. He continued to mercilessly play with his uncle, humping his body to elicit more of his moans.

“N-No—aahh, mmm! Pl-Please stoooAAAAHH—stop!” said Daniel as he felt his core tighten. Freddy noticed it too and quickly released his uncle from his sexual grasp. “AH! Oh fuck, I’m—ngh!” said Daniel as his abused dick begged for release.

“Not yet, that's gonna be my climax, uncle," Freddy said. To reward his uncle was far more than what the bastard deserved. Instead, Freddy would steal his climax, his body, and his dignity. “You’re mine!” he said, caution be damned as he dove into his uncle’s body.

“F-Fred—OOF!” The sheer force of Freddy’s dive caused his uncle to bounce on the mattress. “Oh FUCK!” Daniel cried out as he felt impossibly full. Two souls occupied the same space, and much like the shifting plates of the ever-changing earth, stress was born of this conflict. Daniel gritted his teeth, even more sweat coating his convulsing body as he attempted to hold onto his consciousness. However, Freddy’s essence continued to spread.

The possession spell operated on a similar concept as ink falling upon a cup of pure water. Slowly, the water would darken as it took on the shade of the ink until it was almost completely indistinguishable from the original ink that tinted—or tainted—it.

Just as the ink colored the water, so too did Freddy’s soul spill and tint his uncle’s very essence—mind, body, and spirit. Daniel, of course, continued to push his nephew’s soul out of him. He kicked at his bed and gripped his sheets so tightly his veins were visible in his arms. Until the very last second, he tried to will his body back under his control. However, he eventually collapsed onto his bed, eyes rolling into the back of his head, and blacked out. His body convulsed for a few more minutes as it took on the last remains of Freddy's essence, before finally quieting down.

Freddy opened his new eyes and immediately put his attention back on his uncle's dick. "Oh god, uncle, you're so sensitive!" he said as he continued stroking himself. “I-I’m CUMMING!” he bellowed as he shot load after load in his new form, seeing white as he fell back onto the sweat-covered sheets. “Oh my god, Danny-boy, I can’t wait to wreck you today.” Freddy would seize the day, and by nightfall, he would make his uncle a shame upon his family.

A few hallways away, Alex had his own visitor.

“S-Stop, uncle!” Alex screamed as the much larger soul of Benny finished entering his younger body. “Y-You can’t—AH! AAAHHH!” He whimpered and moaned just as his father did before collapsing into a mess of convulsing limbs.

Alex blacked out, and his uncle Benny awoke. “God, that felt good,” he said, stretching his new, muscular body. It was pleasurably sore after the workout he gave his unwilling nephew. “Ya got a good lookin’ bod, kid,” he said, grinning as he rubbed his hands down his new form. “But it’s my turn to be the golden child, if only for a day,” he finished, excited to have his hole filled in a day filled with debauchery.

Unbeknownst to father and son, there was more to the spell lost as the ink faded from the page. It read as follows:

Just as the water becomes nearly inseparable from the ink, the souls also become unable to be torn apart. There is no hope for the water to become pure and no hope for the ink to be whole. They are bound together for eternity, as are the souls tainted by the invoker. The invoker’s body will perish upon the spell’s completion, and the invoker will remain in their new body until the possession spell is used again, thus killing the old target.

[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.

[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.

[dannyphannypack]

For those of you that are interested in this Merlin/Danny Phantom crossover escapade I’m embarking on, I’ve made a little teaser to tide myself over until the outline is finished. Enjoy.

Danny groaned as he came to. The bed that he lay on was altogether too hard, and the room that he was in was warm and musty. He tried to open his eyes and shut them immediately; the room was too bright. As he became more and more aware of himself, he realized that his head was pulsing - specifically in his left temple. He reached up to touch the accusing area and drew back when he felt cloth. A bandage?

“Gaius,” an unfamiliar voice said, sounding nervous. “He’s awake.”

“Surely not,” an older, deeper voice answered. “That sleeping draught I gave him should keep him under until dawn, at least.”

Danny froze as he considered these voices. There was something deep within him, urging him to flee. He didn’t know these people! He didn’t know where he was or why he was there. He certainly wasn’t where he should be, which was …

The side of Danny’s head awakened with new pain, this one sharp versus the dull throbs he’d felt earlier. He groaned again, louder this time.

“I’ll say,” the older voice murmured. He could see through his eyelids that the light around him was brightening significantly, so he flinched away and flung an arm over his head. Ouch.

“Young man.” The voice was directly above him now, hammering into his eardrums.

“Quieter,” he croaked. “Too loud.”

There was a long pause before the first voice once again spoke. “What’s your name?”

“Merlin,” the other voice chastised in a harsh whisper. To Danny, it still felt like shouting.

“My head hurts,” Danny whined, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes and rubbing harshly.

Something cold and circular was pressed again his lips. “Drink,” the second voice commanded.

“No.” Danny pulled away and instantly felt sick. He opened his eyes but for a second, scanning the blurry area frantically. He found the edge of his bed, so he leaned over and promptly vomited onto the floor.

“Yuck,” the younger one said, drawing back.

Danny leaned back down onto his pillow, finding comfort in the previously-uncomfortable bed. He felt a towel wipe his lips but could only mumble in complaint. “Drink,” the voice commanded again, so he drank. Almost instantly, Danny fell back into a dark, dreamless sleep.

When Danny awoke again, the room was much brighter. As before, he signified that he was awake with another groan of discomfort. Heavy footsteps and the clink of glass on glass drove him to open his eyes, if only to squint.

“Here.” It was the same, older voice from earlier. He was handed a cup.

“What is it?” Danny asked, instantly wary.

“Water,” the voice responded. “Drink.”

He drank.

“Do you know where you are?”

Danny opened his eyes the rest of the way and sat up a bit more in his bed. To the side of him was a man, maybe in his sixties, with shoulder length white hair and an inquisitive eyebrow that rose above the other. Behind the man was a room covered wall to wall in things. Cups, bowls, vials, books. There was also a wooden table that had plants lying in a line, each separated by little bows of twine wrapped around the stems.

Danny shook his head slowly. His head still throbbed, but it remained dull and manageable.

“Do you know who you are?”

Danny almost snorted. What a silly question. Of course he knew who he was! Nevertheless, when he opened his mouth to answer, he couldn’t find the words.

“Um,” he said, and his headache pulsed faster.

“Are you Danny Fenton?”

Danny blinked slowly. Was he?

“Yes,” he lied, gulping. Apparently his face betrayed his words, because the older man’s eyebrow rose in disbelief.

Nevertheless, the older man heaved a great sigh and reached down beside him, pulling up a purple bag and unzipping the front. From it he pulled out a single crumpled piece of paper, unfolded it, and pointed at the top.

Name: Danny Fenton.

Date: Oct. 14, 2004.

Danny stared at it for a long time, so the man handed it to him and continued. “Is this yours?”

“Um, yeah,” he lied again, glancing over the contents, because what kind of person didn’t know his own name?

“Tell the truth.”

Danny stammered over his next words. “I-I don’t know.” His eyes widened. “Oh, my God, I don’t know.” Suddenly, as though he were thinking too hard and his brain wished to punish him for it, his temple lit up in pain. He squeezed his eyes shut and visibly winced.

“Alright, alright, easy,” the man said with a placating gesture, setting the bag down. “My name is Gaius.”

“Gaius,” Danny repeated, massaging his head.

“Correct,” Gaius affirmed.

The door behind Gaius squeaked open, prompting them both to turn and look. A tall, lanky boy with short hair and dark bangs stepped out, looking down at the basket in his hands. “I got the turmeric,” he called. “For the concussion.”

His eyes met Danny’s and they widened into almost perfect circles. “He’s awake?” he asked, voice meek.

Gaius turned back to Danny. “That is Merlin,” He stated, as though the name was hard to grasp. “Mer-lin.”

“I know how to pronounce Merlin,” Danny all but snapped.

He was ignored, for the most part. “Did you ask him if he’s from the future?” Merlin queried, setting the basket down on a bench beside the table.

“From the what?”

“Shhhh!” Gaius hissed. “Really, Merlin, have you no self control?”

“You haven’t?” Merlin raised his eyebrow, rivaling the look Gaius gave Danny when he claimed that he knew his name.

Gaius glanced back at Danny concernedly before he stood and took the basket off the bench beside Merlin. “He’s lost his memory,” Gaius whispered, even though Danny was all of five feet away.

Merlin blinked. “Everything?”

“I think.”

Danny scoffed. “I haven’t lost everything,” he argued. “I remember, um …” He glanced around the room desperately, searching for a memory that wasn’t there. His head hurt the longer he though about it. “I remember that this is a bed!” He shouted triumphantly in a fake show of confidence, pointing at the thing he was laying on.

Merlin hit himself in the forehead, looking defeated. “Of course he’s lost his memory,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. “Of course. Nothing can be easy, can it?”

Gaius moved to pat Merlin on the back and shook his head in solemn agreement. “Lord, help us.”

[goliath-de-senfina-sango]

Things get darker right before they get brighter in the end, something three plucky teens are about to learn. Sometimes you just want that darkness to have never had a reason to come for you in the first place. One has to be careful what they wish for, of course.

Welcome to the end, friends

Danny was on the ground, unmoving.

The ghost left with a cheerful wave, saying, “Tata!”  Like he hadn’t just ruined their lives worse than the first time Tucker had heard Danny’s screams at their loudest.  Like it was simply a wonderful day and they had engaged in the most wonderful of conversations, not a fight that ended with one of them-

Danny was in Tucker’s arms, unmoving and pale.

Tucker was trying everything he could think of, removing most of Tucker’s tops and trying to perform every life-saving action he knew off, pressing against his chest, trying to breathe more breath into his lungs, keeping pressure on the bleeding and burnt wound when he saw it.

Danny was in Tucker’s arms, unmoving, pale, and bleeding.

Tucker knew everything was blurry because tears were clouding his vision.  He knew he was crying. He knew he was shaking with the force of his sobs and for once in his life, he couldn’t bring himself to give half a damn about that because Danny-

Danny was in Tucker’s arms, unmoving, pale, bleeding, and his heart wasn’t beating no matter how long Tucker listened for it.

Sam was doing something, pulling out Danny’s weapons, and Tucker wanted to scream at her that she’d done enough with Fenton weapons already.  He wanted to scream and rage at her for what she had done so far with Fenton Tech. He wanted to go to the Fentons and rip them all a new one for making what they made.

Because Danny was dead in Tucker’s arms, and screaming and crying were the only things he could do about it.

But he didn’t scream at Sam, he just watched as she pulled out one of Danny’s paintbrushes and dipped it in the ectoplasm of the cartridge in one of his guns.  She started drawing on Danny’s face, his arms, his chest, and then pulled out another cartridge of charged ectoplasm in another gun and poured it in Danny’s mouth, tilted his head so that he would swallow.  “Chant with me. Chant with me Tucker, we have to fix this!”

Tucker didn’t know any Hebrew, decided he’d learn both because Sam was his friend and because apparently, she could do things that could save their lives with it.  Tucker didn’t need to know what he was saying to say it, and he did say it, over and over again for the next 10 minutes, until the drawings on Danny’s body lit up like fire and every ray of light rushed toward him and everything went dark.  Tucker could hear the song of the universe dimming in his ears and knew nearly for a fact that Danny was sucking the ectoplasmic energy into him along with every other flavor of power within blocks of him. Tucker would let the sun itself go black just to hear Danny’s laugh again.

The darkness faded, Danny’s body was outlined in light, the markings were gone, and Danny groaned.  His chest rose and dropped, his heart was beating, color was coming back to his skin, he was as warm as he’d been since the accident.  Danny was alive in Tucker’s arms, and Tucker wanted to cry even harder than he already had. Instead, the put Danny’s binder back on him, Sam grabbed his shirt and jacket, and Tucker carried Danny out to their hoverboards.  They flew to Sam’s house, Tucker staying as high and close to the sun as he could to let Danny soak in all the light he needed. When they got to Sam’s house, Tucker didn’t let Danny go until he was being set on a love seat on Sam’s balcony.

There were, of course, jokes to be made about the way Danny curled up in the fleeting October sunlight and how his fluffball curls and height combined with this to make him much like a kitten.  Jokes about him being a cross between Superman and the Martian Manhunter could’ve also been made. Danny was a white-haired anime boy, that could be remarked upon with laughs aplenty. Tucker made no such jokes.

Tucker put to use the information he’d gathered at his last LARPing session at furrycon after a shank attempt by a guy who’d wandered into the park where he’d been LARPing at that took their cosplay a bit too seriously.  That being that leather was wonderful armor, silk blocked stabs fantastically when a blade slid through said leather, and that one should always wear cotton under silk anything because sweating to death after a fight near to death wasn’t fun.  He’d smacked a crazy guy upside the head and gotten a useful lesson out of that. Tucker’s older cousin could supply the leather, Sam could order fine silk jackets and pants for all of them, Danny had cotton shirts already, and Sidney offered to use intangibility to fuse the two together.  Tucker commented that the leather would look fitting on Sam since she was more of a punk anyway. She called him a furry, he called her a weeb, and they both explained the concepts to Sydney.

That was all fine and dandy against most blunt force, stabbing and slashing that even a ghost could probably do, but against ghosts and their intangibility, there were few places to go.  Sam had her magick book but Tucker didn’t want to touch on anything supernatural for a while and unless she could prove that her wards were working, he wouldn’t exactly trust Danny’s life with them.  Convincing Jack Fenton that he needed some easily worn and hidden accessory to prevent possession was almost sadly easy, the only condition being that Tucker had to wear one of those horrible looking hazmat suits.  Tucker let it hang in his closet, as he had no intention of matching Jack Fenton’s fashion sense.

One might feel that Tucerk and his friends were being a bit excessive in their measures to keep Danny padded up against the world, but such an individual hadn’t seen their best friend since age 1 die in front of them by the same person’s hand twice so that particular person could kindly go shove their opinion where the sun don’t shine in Tucker’s very polite opinion.

Danny himself was groggy for most of his recovery time and had clearly caught on that they were being extra protective of him.  While Sam was introducing Sidney to anime and videogames and Tucker was showing him the best comics and music, Danny always had whoever wasn’t with the others within arm’s reach.  He was jumpy when it came to his ghost sense telling him that Sidney was there, had his hood up whenever they were outside, and even though they’d been near forcing Agatha’s cooking down his throat at every meal they could, Danny had yet to Go Ghost.  Sam brought up the idea of taking down the shapeshifter and Danny balked at the topic, bringing up the frogs, the latest anime that she had shown Sidney or really anything else when she did this. Tucker was more than fine with this since no ghost mode meant no seeking out danger which meant that the only fights they were dealing with included Dash, Kwan and Dale making fun of them for being a furry, a weeb and a Fenton.  Seeing Sam put her martial arts to use when Dash tried to stuff Danny in a locker was worth the detention he got for tripping Dale as he rushed in to help. He spent it with Sam anyway so that was fine. If wanting Danny safer than Amity was selfish then Tucker was as far from selfless as possible.

“Hey, Danny,” Tucker said while he worked on finishing up the Spector Deflector that Dr. Fenton had started for him in Danny’s workshop.  “There’s a swap meet coming up in Harrison Park this Saturday. Wanna come with? I’m gonna get a set of dice if I can and see if I can show Sidney DnD.  Maybe we all can play even.” He grinned. “We can get you a new bowling ball so you can destroy Sam in bowling.”

“Bro, you’ll be wrecked with her,’ Danny challenged from where he drew in his art book instead of doing his homework.  Tucker was procrastinating by making ghost hunting tech, he couldn’t blame Danny. “That sounds cool.”

“Awesome.”  Tucker set down his tools and pulled up his safety goggles.  “Can you come over and poke this? Very lightly and just a little in case I’m as done as I think I am.”  Danny obliged and there was a loud SNAP accompanied by a yelp and Tucker patted Danny’s shoulder.  “Looks like I’m done with the internals. Now all I gotta do is adjust it so that it can ignore your ectosignature, and Sidney’s and Agatha’s, and it’ll really be done.”

“Done for your armor idea, right?”  Danny scoffed, slugging Tucker in the shoulder while he looked for the blueprint he’d downloaded of the part that’d track ectosignatures in the Fenton Finder.  “Sidney told me about it while we were watching Star Wars. Or should I call it his guard duty shift? Cause I know what you guys are doing and while I appreciate your concern over my safety, I’m the one with powers here.”

“20 hours straight of unconsciousness and tears say that superpowers don’t mean you don’t need protection against people with the same superpowers.”  Tucker huffed. “If we’d been wearing some armor like we’re making then that fish thing probably wouldn’t have been able to bite through me like it did.  Silk and piercing ya know.” He bumped shoulders with Danny when he went quiet and forced his lips up into a smile. “And besides, your parents have literally no fashion sense.  A leather jacket lined with silk? Leather pants, probably with studs in it since Sam is involved? Dude, that’s cool as fuck looking. You’ll be the best-dressed ghost out there.”  Danny laughed and shook his head. Tucker got to work setting up the design for the Fenton Fabricator™ to make for the Spector Deflector. He also considered asking for a cut of the royalties when the belt inevitably became a Fenton Brand item, since he’d finished it.  “You think putting on clothes in ghost form will invert their colors like your suit?”

“Fuck you, Tuck, now I have to find out.”  Danny huffed and Tucker snickered. For a moment everything was quiet, and then arms were wrapping around his middle.  “Thanks, Tuck. For everything.” Tucker looped an arm around Danny and smushed him against his side.

“That’s what bros are for, man.”  The room was a comfortable quiet after that.  The Fabricator and the generator were humming softly at the edge of Tucker’s once again human limited hearing, the only other sound was their breathing and - Tucker could swear - their heartbeats.  The air was charged with something more than ectoplasm and electricity and Tucker wasn’t sure if Danny knew that as well, but he knew that he could hardly know anything else right then. So naturally, Tucker lowered his hand at Danny’s side and started tickling him.  Danny squeaked, squealed out some giggles, and phased out of his grip when wriggling didn’t work.

“You dick!  Get over here!”

Danny appreciated the effort Sam, Tucker and Sidney were putting in for him, he really honestly did.  Sidney still went to his therapy session with Jazz which Danny could tell were helping him by how bright his aura had gotten, and between him and Jazz at school there were at least a few bright auras to go around, but with how things were going, Danny felt at least a bit suffocated.

Half the auras at school - both student and teacher - were dim enough that Danny almost couldn’t see them.  Dash and company had been especially vicious as of late, calling them every name under the sun and getting into actual fights with him, Tucker and Sam.  Between the three of them they managed well enough - being dragged to martial arts lessons with Sam and fighting eldritch abominations from the afterlife did things for your confidence in facing up to bullies - but it hadn’t ever been this bad before.  And while Tucker and Sam both were clearly brighter than everyone else emotionally, they were skirting around things in the most unsubtle way imaginable and Danny wondered how they kept anything hidden. Sam tried to get him into ghost form to see how fast he could fly, Tucker changed the topic from anything ghostly to something nerdy and Sidney seemed to stare at him as much as he did the movies they were watching.  Sure, Sidney was keeping his eyes on the screen but Danny knew ghosts could see more than just with their eyes and the feeling of being constantly watched was getting more than unnerving.

Saturday was a breath of fresh air.  Sam was maybe coming down with something and Sidney was off exploring the city on his own, so it was just Danny and Tucker buying the stuff they’d come for and laughing their heads off at their dumb jokes.  It was sunny, the crowd was bright with positivity abound, and he was having fun with his best friend in the world. It was nice.

Of course, a ghost attack ruined it.

Cotton candy erupted and flooded the place, and Danny slid under a table while the crowds stampeded away, yanking Tucker under as well.  He reached inside, past the void of darkness into the soft and splintered light at his center. It exploded out to the surface and in a flash of silver glass, shimmering shadows wove his hazmat suit around him and unraveled gravity’s hold on his body.  He shuddered, glitching out of reality - or what he was so very hopeful and sure was reality anyway - and gave Tucker a smile. “Wish me luck.” He slid down into the ground and forward, rising out of a mound of cotton candy as big as himself. There was a woman with long black hair, dark green skin, and blue scarce clothing floating over the sweets and stretching her arms.  “I understand a sweet tooth and all that, but this is a bit dangerously Much.” Danny held out a hand with a smile when a sneer was turned his way. “I’m Danny Phantom, hopefully nice to meet you.”

“ I am Desiree,” she said in some accented blend of every language that Danny knew.  It was headache-inducing and he definitely didn’t like it. “ This confection explosion was hardly my intention boy, I am cursed to use my power to grant the wishes of all those who make them. ”

“What, like a jinni?  If I find and rub your lamp and say ‘I wish I had a dick’ do you complete my tra-”

“ So you have wished it, so shall it be. ”  Her hands went up, green smoke curled around him, through him, within him, caressed that inner light and warmth that was his human body, and Danny shuddered in the wake of power well beyond his ability to fully process.  Before the smoke even cleared, Danny could hear Desiree speaking through gritted teeth. “ Yes, boy I am a Jinni.  One of your kind cursed me, both to be trapped in that infernal bottle, but also to use my power for all who catch my ear. ”

Danny was reeling when the smoke cleared, giving himself a mental review of what he could feel on himself and gawked when he realized what had happened.  “Um. Wow.” Desiree was clearly unimpressed. “Uh, well, I know a way I can he-” a ball of ectoplasma, charged up with energy, raced into Desiree’s gut and knocked her back and Danny really wished that people would stop interrupting him.

“Stay away from him, damn it!  Can’t we have one nice day?” Tucker readied another shot and Danny waved his arms to tell him not to.  “I wish I had stopped you from going into that stupid fucking portal! Then we wouldn’t be in this mess!”  crud.

“ So you have wished it, so shall it be. ”  FUCK .  Green mist filled Danny’s vision, and everything went dark.

[waywardwhump]

Carry On

The world was a blurry, disorganized mess of light and color. Time passed as if in one eternal moment, an unbroken infinity in which all she knew was pain and the effort it took to breathe.

She couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on a time when life was something more than this. 

The floor was cold beneath her, throwing her hot, fevered skin into sharp contrast. Her leg and arm throbbed in time with her heart, but she didn’t remember why. 

There was a part of her that knew she should be somewhere, that she should be doing something, but for the life of her, Danielle couldn’t think of what.

Approaching footsteps drew her out of her haze. She thought she’d moved to look up, only to find she’d remained motionless, the movement existing in her head alone. Not enough energy. The back of her head ached, and she knew that was a bad thing, a pain that was more worrying to her out of all the others.

Hands, cool to the touch, thin and delicate. They pulled her upward so she was sitting, the movement turning her world and drawing a whimper of protest. A gentle shushing, and the feel of fingers brushing through her hair.

Her first thought was that it was Rachel. Kind Rachel, gentle Rachel. Her friend and one of the few people she could trust. She relaxed into the hold, knowing that she’d feel better soon. 

“That’s right, you’re safe here. I’ll take care of you, Danny.”

It only bothered her a little, that the woman’s voice wasn’t Rachel’s. It barely registered that Rachel knew how much Danielle hated nicknames, and wouldn’t have called her ‘Danny.’

Right now, the only thing Danielle cared about were the fingers rubbing circles against her scalp and the sense of safety she felt in her friend’s arms.