#danny is a fanfiction writer

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Bad things tended to happen when Danny was bored. Mainly because he has the most insane bad ideas known to man, like trying to steal Scarecrows Fear Toxin to compare it to fright knights sword.

In his defense, FN was being a bit uppity about how his sword was sooo superior to anything humans could ever make while Danny insisted human invention could do anything magic could do.

Needless to say Danny quickly bites off more than he can chew when he uses his new shape-shifting powers to turn into Scarecrow and enter his hideout and grabs the newest version of the formula and several doses of fear toxin.

Danny hadn't actually planned on being attacked by the bats though.

Arkham sucked and Danny escaped from there as soon as the bats were out of sight and reclaimed his stolen goods from the evidence lockers on his way out.

Emboldened by his questionably successful hiest, he continues to do the same thing with various other Gotham rogues and steals thier stuff so he can figue out how it works and play with it, much to the bats confusion and the criminals ire.

This is going to blow up in Danny's face spectacularly :)

[thevoidstaredback]

Danny smiled from his place on the clocktower roof. He'd been in Gotham for a while now, two years to the day exactly, but he'd never get tired of the view. Sure, he hated not being able to see the stars at night, but there were worse things. He did make sure to leave the city every night to see them, though.

He liked being up high. It reminded him of, not simpler times, but times when he wasn't as alone. Jazz had made her way to Harvard, Tucker was MIT, and Sam was at Pomona. Danny was nowhere.

They say after he turned fourteen, he died. It, to say the least, wasn't a pleasant or painless death, though it didn't hurt past the initial shock and revival. When he was sixteen, he realized he wasn't aging. Sure, Danny Fenton aged until he was sixteen, but Danny Phantom stopped at fourteen. Good for keeping a secret identity, but horrible for wanting to half live normally.

The day after he turned eighteen, exactly four years after he died, Danny disappeared. He left everything behind and hid out in the one place he'd always said he'd avoid. It was the one place no one would look for him. The one place where he was just another face in the crowd.

Gotham City allowed Danny the anonymity that normally came with death. Instead of just another headstone in the graveyard or a body in the harbor, though, he was just another kid on the streets in a busted hoodie and jeans. No one looked twice and no one asked questions.

In the two years he's spent on the streets of Gotham, he's learned a lot. Survival was something all humans are born with, but growing up with neglectful parents amplified that instinct. Dying and becoming an unwilling hero honed those instincts. Living in Gotham gave him a chance to learn more.

Learning the lay of the land was another thing he learned very quickly. Batman is over all of Gotham except for Crime Alley. That's Red Hood's haunt. Gotham Proper was split into blurry lines and shared between Batman and Robin, Red Robin, Orphan, and Spoiler. Nightwing is over Gotham's sister city, Bludhaven. Signal is the only day shift, so he had the most ground to cover in the least amount of time.

Of course, the Rouge's all had their own territories drawn with hard, barely flexible, lines. Black Mask was really the only one to breach those lines by trying to take Crime Alley, but Red Hood had been keeping him in check.

Learning the rules for each territory and how to interact with each person, Rouge or Vigilante, took time, but he managed. His own experiences had probably helped with that.

The next thing Danny had mapped out was where the neutral stations were. Every territory had them. They were places no one attacked because the important ones have standards. In Crime Alley, it's The Club. In Penguin's area, it's the Iceberg Lounge. Ivy marked off Robinson Park. Etcetera. The Joker is really the only major Rouge without a neutral mark on his map, but that's because he's more of an asshole than the rest. An asshole with standards, but an asshole nonetheless.

Very few of those neutral areas were available to spend the night in. Even fewer we're hiring. So, the homeless population of Gotham City stuck to the streets and back alleys.

However, there were two places Danny knew he could go where he'd be safe from scrutiny if someone looked too close at him. The Club in Crime Alley where all the working girls and boys checked in and reported any Bad Johns or Bad Janes, and The Iceberg Lounge in the richer parts of Gotham.

The clocktower was where Danny liked to spend his nights when the streets were too loud and the lights too bright and the fights too close for comfort. Oracle, who was Batman's eye in the sky and ear to the ground, worked from the clocktower, but he made sure to avoid her. It wasn't easy with what's basically super hearing that he can't turn off, but he found a spot near the very top where he could block out all Bat Business. Plausible deniability and all that.

Danny misses the stars. He misses being able to peek his head out of his bedroom window and name of each constellation he could see. He can't do that in Gotham because of the light pollution that clung to the sky like black mold. It was part of the reason he'd sworn to never go to Gotham.

There are Shades in Gotham. Shadows of people who have died but aren't quite ready to move on. He helps them as best he can, but there's so many that he sometimes feels like he's cutting off a Hydra's head. He gets to see results, though. Some days the parks are more colourful, the clouds have drifted enough to let natural sunlight through, and the graveyards are buzzing with thankful energy.

Danny forwent the thought of trying to get a job a while ago. As far as the world is concerned, Danny Fenton is missing, likely dead. Being dead, in case it wasn't well known, is a legal barrier. Sure, most jobs in Gotham didn't do background checks, but Danny didn't really want to join the Goonion. He's just fine living on the streets.

Ectoplasm is scarce compared to Amity Park, but that's to be expected. Besides, the miasma crushing the city like a weighted blanket was enough to sustain his basic abilities. Food was a bit harder to come by, but, like sleep, he could survive longer without it than a living being can. If anyone were to ever ask - though the likelihood of anyone even finding out - how he was alive, his answer was "Photosynthesis, but for ghosts."

Danny liked being just Danny. No name, no responsibilities outside of keeping himself alive.

Danny Fenton, the loser nerd who fell to the bottom of all his classes, who's obsessed with space and everything in it, who could tell you exactly how long it would take to get from Earth to Betelgeuse and back, is dead. He died the day after he turned fourteen.

Danny Phantom, the hatefully loved vigilante who appeared with the throngs of ghosts, who grew more powerful with every fight, who won more fights than he thought he could because there was no other option, is gone. He disappeared after exactly four years.

Danny just exists. He lives on the streets of Gotham City, staying away from trouble because he learned how to recognize it as soon as he could walk. He loves space and finds every opportunity he can to get out and watch the stars and moon and planets. He likes heights because being up that high reminds him of when he was living and not just surviving. Was there really a difference anymore? He hangs out in graveyards and the docks because the dead are so much more tolerable than the living.

Danny liked being just Danny because Danny doesn't have the world of Infinite Realms and Possabilities on his shoulder.

Danny likes to be able to just be for once.

Storyboard Part 2

[snaileer]

A writers haunted past.

I’m literally having this issue with a fic right now🥲

[kettlefire]

DP x DC Angst Prompt

Inspired by the song Preacher by Roe Kapara

"This is a distress signal from Amity Park Illinois." A scared teen girl was the face to meet the staticy camera. Red hair pulled up in a messy bun, tear stains clear on her face, eyes rimmed red.

All options were running out. They had two days, two days before the hunt began. Two days before they lose everything.

A distress signal, broadcasted on loop, over and over again to any frequency they can get their hands on with the limited equipment they had.

"This Friday, at 3:15am, my town is going to make an irreparable mistake."

A soft clang rang from somewhere of screen, but that didn't shift her attention.

"My town, my home, has fallen to the manipulation of a deranged woman."

A choked sound came from off screen, sounds uncomfortable close to a sob.

"Amity Park has always been disconnected from the rest of the world. A small town, in it's own small world. Things have been happening here for the past two years, and now..."

She paused, glancing off screen before wiping her face.

"Now we aren't enough to save it. We did took too long to notice the cancer that was spreading. The hysteria combined with fear of the unknown that drove out town to follow her.

My name is Jasimine Fenton, I'm here with my father Jack Fenton. My mother, Madeline Fenton, is the reason the world might be facing war."

The video footage grew worse, static starting to over take the image and the audio.

"Dad, we're losing it!"

"Sorry Jazzy-bear" The new voice clearly came from a man, even if he stayed clear of the camera view. A moment passed before it was fixed.

"We don't know how long we gave before they find us, but... My baby brother Danny Fenton is going to be brutally hunt down Friday morning.

There's no time to put all the information needed in this signal, but I'm begging anyone who sees this. Please send help.

Anyone who has spoken against the plan has been imprisoned, the only ones from the team that's fear is us."

Jazz let out a shaking breath, staring off screen for just a moment before coming back, fresh tears rimming her eyes.

"All Danny every wanted to do was protect his home, and all he got in return was pain and hatred. Please, you might not know us, but you need to know. Danny holds a high position with in the ghostly realm.

Whatever you want to call it, the ghost zone, the infinite realms, or purgatory. Doesn't matter, all you need to know of the living kill Danny, the ghosts will rage war."

A heavy thud filled the room, the camera seemed to shake at the sound. Fear filled Jazz's face.

"Dad, they-"

"It's okay Jazz, finish the recording, they can't get in yet."

Jazz nodded, moving toward the camera. She seemed to cup it in her hands and tried to speak over the loud thud that continued to penetrate the area.

"We're running out of time, I hope this reaches someone somewhere. More than anything, I hope this reaches the Justice League.

Reaches them before Friday. Before the world is in true danger. Danny is the only link to peace between worlds. Don't let a woman driven by hatred be the end."

This time instead of a thud, it sounded more like a crack. The camera shifted and a view of a large man built like a tank was caught. A strange gun in one hand, and what looked like a strange grenande in the other.

"Jazzy-Bear, there's an escape tunnel in the back. Go, I'll hold them off as long as I can."

"No! I'm not leaving you!"

"Jazz-"

"No. I don't care, I'm no use to anyone by myself. We need to stick together."

"Jasimine-"

"I'm setting the recording to loop."

"Honey-"

Loud crash broke through following another crack. Heavy footsteps followed. Voices screamed through the air.

Jazz's face filled the screen completely as gunfire could be heard.

"Please send anyone, I can't lose my baby brother too."

And just like that, the screen went black. Barely a couple seconds passed before the screen lit up again.

The video starting from the beginning. Hoping for anyone to view it.

A cry for help cycling through an endless loop until it found it's self broadcast for the League.

[robinsegghead]

Writer's Block

Me: Huh, I have no idea where to go from here

*Puts on Chappell Roan*

Me: When the fuck did I write five thousand words?

[cursedzucchini]

Ok i just wanna add my little idea; he'd write fix it where Lizzie and Charlotte ended together. Bc as much as Lizzie and Darsley (apologies i definitely spelled that wrong) r cute together, when i was younger and my parents played it for me and my siblings in the car, we kinda agreed Charlotte and Lizzie def have something going on. So the fix it would just be the two of them together but Jason would vehemently deny it's actually a fix it. Like the in the summary there's an 'explanation' that this isn't fix it bc how could he, a simple guy who knows nothing could ever wish to fix something by the goddess Jane Austen????? No way people, fix it just kinda....... Fits the best..BUT ITS NOT FIX IT OK??'

Alright now a whole different thing i thought of. What if, Danny wasn't Jason's fan, but rival?

Bc listen that shit has so much potential. Danny would be writing his own fanfiction (warrior cats popped up in my head, might not be a good idea but I'm rn really tired so I'm putting it here anyway) but like half of the comments are about how this xxxnightbirdxxx has a FF under the same name and some imply it's so much better. So Danny, a proud 12 yo goes to this night bird's account and reads all of their work so he could properly destroy criticize them.

But unfortunately, Danny loves their fanfiction. And all their other stuff. BUT! He cannot let that deter him!! And so he gets into all the stuff Jason did (even reads pap lmao) and writes his own fanfictions.

Jason on the other hand is doing good. His fanfictions are pretty popular, not that he cares. ......if only this xXxnightblobxXx stopped annoying him!

First Jason didn't really mind, since to be honest nightbird isn't that similar, but than he discovered they wrote a fanfiction for the same fandom w the same name!! And while yeah it's not a crime, the comments r still annoying.

And than!!!!! The blob has the audacity to start writing under the same fandom?????? And roast him in the notes???????? Without even having the guts to tag him???????????? Oh hell no, Jason's gonna destroy him.

And so starts the rivalry ✨✨ yay!! Tbh both of them think the other one has only one goal and that is to make them miserable. The fans who started this don't really mind bc even if both of them have wildly different writing habits, they're gonna get double the content!! That's a win win right there fellas.

Anyway this goes on for 2 years, and both of them go from casual writers to fandom legends, bc their rivalry?? Immaculate.

Whenever they have to put an oc in there, they parody each one another, but it goes from "waah, I'm annoying i copy the other ones work" to a whole ass elaborate characters which are sometimes even more fleshed out than the canon characters. It's fuckibg hilarious, like some people just read their work to know the lore of these two.

And yeah maybe along the way they become more friends than rivals, but it's not like they realize it, or even gonna tell the other one. Like seriously they even gave each other their phone number so they could shit talk each other's work. They're very serious about this rival stuff.

And than.... Yeah stuff happens. Jason doesn't post on time and while Danny worries, he's trying to get closer to his friends, so maybe he could check on the other after he hangs out w his irl friends? They're just gonna visit the basement it's not like something can happen haha.

...anyway. Danny becomes phantom, and he totally forgets about his fanfiction career (and legacy, seriously ur fans r wondering if y'all committed suicide ala Romeo and Juliet, where are you guys??)

Years pass by, Danny's still superheroing, Jason gets resurrected, becomes red hood, Danny gets caught by giw, Jason does what he does as red hood, Danny permanently shuts down the portal, Jason becomes lil more sane, Danny has a falling out w his fam, Jason has falling in w his fam and suddenly they're both 22 and and don't quite know what to do with their lives.

Anyway Danny faintly remembers writing something and...posting it? He's not quite sure, his memories of that time r quite fuzzy, and lots of happen since then, but he's pretty sure he had lots of fun. So he hacks (bc there's no way he remembers his password from 10 years ago) into his old email, and oh. Oh wow, he was pretty cringe lol. He goes through his works, and laughs and cringes (a lot) and sees this guy xxxnightbirdxxx. And remembers.

Wow young Danny had no chill... To be honest he's a little embarrassed over what he wrote and what he said. It wasn't even that bug deal. But it's obvious Nightbird was also a lil kid, so it's not that big of a deal.

He's about to check his pap fanfiction (bc he forgot he even read that...... And looking at the summary he must've read it several times, because some of these details and theories...... Oh wow) when a notification comes. Danny's curious who he followed as a little kid so he plans on checking them out when...

It's xXxNightBirdxXx. They updated after 8 years.

Danny cracks his screen, when he sees what they posted.

It's rewrite of that one (warrior cats) fanfiction they met over.

But Danny is an adult and not a petty 12 yo and he can be mature. Yeah, this is making him feel lots of feelings, but an adult. He's not gonna have revive his rivalry w a dude that obviously had enough problems to disappear for 8 years.

That is, until he reads the posted chapter.

Because bird, that copying piece of shit, used some whole ass passages from Danny's fanfiction!! They reused his ideas, and only changed them a little!! They didn't even give him credit in the notes before the chapter!!

Danny reads the whole chapter until the end. He's still trying his best to be an adult, and not be petty, but that all goes out of the window, when he sees the end author's note.

There's no credit for him, but more outrageous is in Danny's opinion his excuse for not posting for 8 years.

(I'm.imagining the nite looks something like this:

[hello lovelies I'm so sorry i didn't update for so long ;^^

I had some issues irl, and it's not quite solved, but that's life right haha

Anyway i guess i owe you explanation. But I'm sure you can imagine. I died, i was resurrected, i was brainwashed by an evil cult, almost killed my brother, i reread pap (it's still as good as i remember), almost killed my brother (different some), caused some mayhem, became a villain, started a gang, tried to take revenge for my death, had a reconcilation w my family, baked some cookies and became an anti hero.

Well i never really thought i was gonna come back to this account, but yesterday i couldn't sleep, and when i looked at the computer in the morning, this was there, so... I guess take it? I know it's not that good, but I've been busy killing people, so i think it's ok.

Anyway thank you so much for your worries, all your comments really helped me through a lot, and in the future you can expect some new projects!! (Recently i read shattered and boy do i have some thoughts)

So bye till next time])

Danny didn't even realize he was typing out a comment, until he posted it. He was just so angry!! How dare bird just disappear for questionable amount of time, and than come back and just..... Use Danny's explanation for why he was away??? Also obviously they must be joking, because ghosts aren't able to use electronics unless they are specialize in it or something idk. So overall Jason's comment was very insensitive to the ghost community. (This is basically just Danny getting offended over nothing, bc sometimes u just hate ppl and it doesn't matter what they do, I'm not sure I explained it in such a way tho)

Anyway Danny's comment is basically gaslight gatekeep girl boss lol. He accuses them of not actually dying, of copying his work, and of making fun of people who survived death.

And Jason, who was kinda nervous about this, sees this random dude, absolutely unprovoked, telling him he didn't actually die? And yeah, maybe every other author after longer hiatus says they died, but he actually did, so he thinks he has the right to say it.

And so starts Rivalry™ No 2. <3

Like Jason responds Lowkey agressive, and they trauma dump each other and it's beautiful. They exchange phone numbers (again) and i imagine their conversation going like.

Danny: ok gimme a proof u actually died

Jason: *sends photo of his death certificate, like he will prove to this Twink that he died, even if he has to reveal his secret identity dammit* what Abt u huh?? Do u have any proof????

Danny: oh wowwwww so now we shame halfas for no one noticing they died?? Wowwww that's sooooo mature. I bet you even have a grave

Jason: that doesn't sound like an excuse at all. You definitely died, just no one noticed, really.

Danny: I'm sorry for dying in my parents basement???? And that no one discovered my body before i ressurected?????? What the hell dude, not cool. Also doubting how someone died is really dude. You yonlungsters don't know how good you have it

Or

Jason: so your town just have ghosts. And no one heard about it

Danny: i already told you, this local billionare

Jason: this... Vlad masters??? That doesn't even sound like a real name *Jason did not research this, he doesn't care if he's wrong, he just wants to argue lol*

Danny: we had a whole invasion!

Jason: and the justice league never heard of it??? Doubt it

Danny: how do u know if they heard of it or not?? Are you their secretary

Jason, about to call Bruce and become he's secretary: actually i am

Or something like this lmao.

I'm kinda imagining this becoming more and more heated, until Danny mentions pariah, and Jason goes wait a minute this sounds a lil concerning.....

And Jason also mentions the rage and Danny goes yhhhh maybe dude actually died????

And now their biggest concern is how to tell their families, their rival of 10 years who they met through writing fanfiction, might be in something in their jurisdiction.

DPxDC Prompt where when Jason dies, his AO3 account goes sadly untouched for an uncharacteristically long time (considering his near-weekly updates prior to his death). His sudden absence does not go unmissed by his dedicated readers, and Danny’s always wondered what the hell happened to xXxNight_BirdxXx.

He mostly forgets about it– too distracted by the portal accident and fighting ghosts– but Danny never unsubscribes.

Years later, Danny just about breaks his phone when he gets an email notification saying that one of his favorite old fanfics updated. It’s one by xXxNight_BirdxXx, who he’d all but assumed fucking died (considering the guy also dropped off of the other community tabs he used to frequent).

When Danny checks the update, the author’s note is… a little strange. He thinks that xXxNight_BirdxXx might be joking about dying, coming back and digging his way out of his own coffin, and then getting sidetracked by revenge for a few years, but… well, Danny’s seen weirder.

Danny decides to take the most obvious course of action: subtly trying to ask this man a few ghostly questions through his comment section. 

[anonymous-existences]

Chapter 6: Flooded and Shut-Out Memories

Ƒҽąɾ ìʂ ահąէ ʍąҟҽʂ ą Ƕմʍąղ Ϛҽղէìҽղէ, ìƒ ղօէ էհҽղ... Ⱥɾҽ վօմ ҽѵҽղ հմʍąղ ąէ ąӀӀ?

Dante stopped talking for a moment, something wasn't right.... He needs to find Danny quickly, Dante wandered around the Gala Venue and he couldn't seem to find Danny.

Dante hid in the men's restroom for a moment and then in the mirror of the bathroom a sticky note remained plastered, a bright neon green he will always never not recognize.

Dante took the Note with haste and read the words written, it made him furrow his brows in worry and anger, his eyes flashing a bright neon green with red rimmings.

"It's all for Daniel's Happiness....."

"Fucking Clockwork- that BI-..." Dante held back his anger and crumpled the note before stuffing it deep in his pocket, he tries to change his face expression as to not make anyone get scared because Danny wouldn't have wanted that.

Dante stared at himself in the mirror slowly calming down, his hair's flames slowly turning back to normal hair and his eyes slowly fading down to a normal green. Dante fixes his tie as he walks out of the restroom, furious that he even let Danny walk away from him. His hand balls into a fist as he walks around both calmly but hastily, he found Vlad who was chattering around some other rich influential people.

Vlad glances at Dante and Dante gave him The Look which in turn made Vlad excuse himself promptly away from the crowd, he carries Ellie gently away from the table of treats.

"What is it? Where is Daniel?" Vlad asks with worry laced in his voice, although subtle he is still very worried. " I can't find him, use the tiny pink Badger to find him." Dante stated bluntly as he pulled out Clockwork's Note, "the Bastard who's Bitch is Time sent this." Dante handed the note to Vlad, Vlad read it slowly and blinking to backtrack what he just read before realizing what clockwork possibly meant.

"Ellie, Princess, will you find Daniel for us?" Vlad kneels down to Ellie's height, Ellie nodded and giggled before running off as soon as she was told a 'favor'.

Dante and Vlad nodded at each other before Following Ellie's little tiny running steps, Danny was infact in the other side of the hall chatting away with Damian Wayne who Vlad told not to interact with but oh well too late for that now.

"Danie—" Vlad was about to speak out to call for Danny but then.

A gas canister seemingly fell out of the higher floor right near Danny. Damian out of Reflex upon seeing a gas canister immediately wrapped his hand's around Danny and jumped back as it promptly blew up, green gas leaked into the room sending everyone in the perimeters In a panic, the three half dead ghosts reflexively stopped breathing. But Danny isn't used to that yet so he covered his nose as Damian literally tries to run through the crowd with Danny to get him to safety.

But more gas canisters fell, surrounding them as each of them exploded one by one releasing even more gas.

Most of everyone was prepared as they brought an emergency gas mask, Danny does not have one.

Vlad and the 2 pink Badgers were given gas Masks even tho they don't need it, but they continued their search for Danny, hoping to find him in the crowd.

Ellie was floating and invisible trying to find Danny, She wasn't so successful as the gas clouded her vision rendering her completely unable to find him. Danny on the other hand was with Damian.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Put this On" Damian tries to convince Danny to put on the gas mask. "But that's your only one! I'll be fine!" Danny just pushes the gas mask back at Damian's Face.

Damian needed to get Danny to wear the mask immediately as the gas was closing in fast. But Danny suddenly grabs the mask and puts it in Damian's Face And Clamped it down as the Gas closes in on them.

"Danny-" Damian was stunned as Danny's eyes flashed a neon green, Danny was also stunned. His human heart beating unevenly at a fast pace, Danny gasps for air inhaling more of the gas as Damian tries to get him out of the gas.

Danny's mind was foggy, he saw Damian holding him... Is it Damian— he doesn't... Remember....

Danny could hear the beating of his heart through his ears, it was loud and impending as if it was beating for the last time, Danny's mind slowly fogged with memories.

Memories of his death, he looks up trying to tell Damian he's hurt but all he sees Infront of him was the portal.

The portal his parents had made and had not yet been opened, he stared at his hands, he was wearing black gloves and he hears Sam and Tucker telling him to be careful going inside.

He felt his body...? No. Soul move towards the portal, No. 'I don't... I don't wanna go. please... It hurts..' Danny thought as he tried to pull himself away from the portal but he just wouldn't budge.

And then.

He tripped and heard a click as he stumbled down and pressed himself on the wall to not faceplant.

For a moment he looked up and all he saw was Green.

Everything.

Everything hurts.

The voltage running through his veins.

His blood.

The ectoplasm seeping in his DNA slowly fusing itself with each other to try and keep him all alive.

Yet somehow being alive hurts more than being dead.

It hurts.

Ꭵ𝐓 𝓱ยя𝐓丂 丂Ø мยĆ𝓱.

He heard tucker and Sam yell out his name, he felt his skin burn but their gentle touch on his body as well, he felt the tears dropping in his face coming from his friends as the voltage continued to run through his delicate body.

He heard jazz Crying out his name trying to wake him up, the worry in her voice felt drowning but comforting at the same time, he felt her hug his body despite not seeing it.

It was warm... Unlike his own.. unlike his flesh and bones.

He is a a child who did not deserve to feel such pain.

A child.

Who's name is Danny.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Danny Screamed from the top of his lungs, Damian was taken aback.

"H-HEY!" He tried to calm Danny down but Danny kept screaming, curling up and gripping on his shoulders and anything in his body he could touch, it was as if he's in immense physical pain that Damian could not understand.

Damian got Danny out of the crowded and Gas filled Halls and Trying to snap Danny out of his fearful trance, Danny's scream slowly became irregular in tone as if he's phasing in and out of reality.

Danny scratches on his body and suit arching himself as he screamed in pain, his eyes flashing green to blue and a white pair of rings appear on his body, slightly phasing in and out as well his appearance inverting everytime it does.

"Damian!" Bruce called out in worry as he heard the screams coming from Danny.

"Father!" Damian called out, his face contorted to a mix of worry and fear in itself as Danny continued to cry out..Tears were rolling down Danny's cheeks as Damian clutched him in his arms trying to prevent him from hurting himself even further.

"I think... He's a meta and the fear gas is doing something to him!" Damian said as Danny Slowly Calmed his body, exhausted and losing consciousness.

His body completely shut down due to the memories his brain is trying to shut out. Damian ca korried Danny out of the gala and into the outside of the venue where He saw the 'Masters' running to them with haste.

Damian was scared... For the first time in so long in his life he was scared for someone else, Danny's heart has slowed down in a rare that's not normal for a human being. His body was cold and it's almost as if he's not breathing at all.

"DANNY!" Dante Jamie Masters called out as he ran to them. Damian almost stepped back as Dante took Danny gently yet also unexpectedly from his arms. It was odd. Dante didn't have a mask but he was obviously submerged within the gas along with the other 'Masters' yet there were completely unaffected by the Gas.

The police arrived shortly after and restraining in everyone who was affected by the gas, Dante stayed by Danny's side embracing him both gently and tightly holding back the tears that are on the edge of his eyes.

Ellie stayed by his side too holding Danny's other hand as he remained unconscious, yet his body twitching partially due to the shock and the effect of the ectoplasm and the fear toxin trying to fight each other and due to his body phasing in and out of life and death.

It hurt him, Dante knew it.

Dante knew that it hurt Danny so much... And he wasn't able to prevent it this time, But next time he will.

He swears to god he will prevent it next time, he swears to his soul that he will prevent it.

Robin and Batman arrived at the scene and Robin immediately ran to Dante and Danny.

"Is he okay? W-we can take him to the hospita—" Damian stopped speaking as soon as he saw the three flinch when they heard the word "Hospital".

"N-No... No hospitals please... He doesn't like it..." The little Ellie says, Robin looks at Batman who was still talking to the cops as Scarecrows failed attempt to invade the gala was overthrown by a single mistake of a canister falling.

He was arrested once again and soon to be back in the Arkham Asylum. Despite that it still made Robin furious.

He turns his head back at the trio but before he could speak he was interrupted by none other than Vlad Masters.

"Please do not worry, Robin. We have... A personal Doctor that Daniel Trusts in our home. I promise you he will be in utmost care." Vlad says, his voice filled with worry but also wariness.

He stared at Robin as if he was a suspicious entity, or something. Someone to not be trusted too much.

Robin could only nod but felt Someone touch his hand.

It was the little girl, Ellie.

Ellie puts a pink star sticker in his glove right above the Aries Star Constellation Sticker Danny had put.

"For your comforts- maybe.. I don't know! But... Danny says to put stickers on people who are doing a good job." Ellie smiles gently, although she was wary of Robin she still had the guts to walk up to him and put the sticker on his hand.

Robin was merely stunned but quickly got back to his senses and pats Ellie's head gently. It's as if these siblings brought out a soft side to him that he never even knew existed.

»»———-ℕ𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖'𝕤 𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞———-««

"𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞...." Nocturne greeted Danny who was sobbing his eyes out in a dream like state. Nightmarish even, as so Nocturne Decided to get him out of his mental hellhole as per requested by someone and also by his own favorable accord.

Nocturne was only contacted by none other than Clockwork himself as preparation for when Danny enters a state of mind where he cannot force himself to wake up essentially forcing his physical body to... rest.

Although the way Clockwork does his stuff for his so called "Dear Grandson" is not very much commendable, it's still a way he supposes. Truly not the best but there's always a worst for anything.

"Nocturne...?" Danny's voice was soft, broken even, it made nocturne's core wrench but he kept his good mysterious smile and slowly approached Danny but Danny stood up and embraced him.

Nocturne merely embraced him back as gently as he could.

"𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕪, 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞." Nocturne replied with a small chuckle, he's annoyed at himself for having slowly finding favor in the ghost child but not that he hates it and neither can he go back to the way he did before.

"I'm sorry... I'm just.... So scared.." the little Phantom sobbed in his arms, Still wearing his tiny aurora borealis looking ice crown.

Nocturne chuckled and pressed Danny's Nose.

"𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕕𝕠 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥." Nocturne smiled wider and ruffles his hair gently and pressed his forehead subtly against Danny's.

Danny just nodded and buried his face in his chest as he slowly fell asleep in nocturne's arms.

Nocturne then slowly placed his head in his lap and caresses his hair gently letting him sleep and rest peacefully without the nightmares for now.

["𝕀'𝕞 𝕥𝕠𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕒���𝕕𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣." Nocturne muttered to himself with a mischievous grin.]

[noxposting]

Another year, another @phandomholidaytruce ✨

Merry crisler @datawyrms ! Hope you like it!! It's also on AO3 with an extra chapter

Something's Wrong with Danny Fenton

The realization that something was seriously wrong was like falling asleep; slowly, and then all at once.

There had been no catalyst, no trigger to speak of.

Miss Jones had been sick and, this late into the school year, they hadn't bothered to provide a replacement. Most of the class hadn't even bothered showing up anyway; with finals so close, they were either asleep of studying.

Cal would have done the same, was it not for the absolute chaos at home. The twins were off school for the summer already, and they made sure to make their presence known to every single resident of the house. Usually starting at 6am. Cal didn't feel like he got to choose whether to stay home or not.

This is how he found himself here, sitting in a mostly empty classroom, gaze unfocused as he soaked in the rare moments of quiet. In front of him lay an opened biology book, as he lied to himself that he was going to use this time to revise ahead of exams. Instead, the sketch of a duck wearing sunglasses was guiltily staring at him from the page margins.

His gaze had wandered to the window, towards the school-yard of Casper High. Today was a rather rare sunny day; it was early summer, but even during the heart of the hottest season there was a never-ending, persistent chill that seemed to choke the entirety of Amity Park.

Cal, of course, knew exactly where it was coming from.

It was a little bit difficult to live around here and not know about the ghosts.

He pushed his glasses up his nose nervously. He didn't have any particular strong feelings about ghosts, really. He had gotten used to them, in a way. But, truth be told, he was not a fan of the spine-chilling coldness that seeped through everything in their presence and lingered after they were gone. The way the town seemed never to be able to escape this coldness anymore bothered him, but there was not much to do other than suck it up.

Which was why rare days like today were a pleasant, welcome surprise to the locals. He could see his classmates lounging around in the grass outside, soaking up the sunlight like starving sunflowers, and it brought a warm feeling in his chest. Cal was always more of a people watcher, standing in the side and absorbing situations rather than getting involved.

He tried to ignore the tense feeling in his spine that made the hair at the back of his neck stand.

Also, he was studying. He looked down at his book and a second duck that had joined the first and was silently judging him, this time wearing a dapper top hat and a little bow-tie.

There was no haunting chill in this classroom. Right. He didn't want to go out and miss the time to relax.

His let his gaze passively wander around the room. There were only four others in there with him, all in different states of mental non-existence. Eleanor and Sally-Anne were sat opposite each other, heads close over the desk as they gossiped, their whispers providing a subtle background noise through the quiet room. Jonathan (the one with the glasses, not the one in the football team) was focused on the book in front of him and Danny, at the back of the class, looked to have fully dissociated, eyes glazed over. Now wasn't that relatable.

Cal sighed. Suddenly the chair felt a bit stiff, his shoulders a bit tense, so he pulled his arms behind his back in a big stretch. He couldn't help the groan that left his lips as he felt his joints pop. Grabbing the back of his chair, he twisted around -first the right side, then the left- to relieve the tension.

The tension, as if to spite him, stayed.

He got up, cringing at the scraping sound his chair made as it slid back, and he could see on the edge of his vision that his movement had caught the attention of the two girls. When he didn't say anything, they returned to their conversation.

Cal went around his desk towards the window and looked outside, once again marveling at the sunshine and trying to ignore the goosebumps travelling down his arms. He did briefly debate the merits of joining the rest of the glass out in the grass once more, but the peace of the quiet classroom was too tempting for his foggy brain. Still, he didn't feel like sitting in a chair for the next forty minutes. Looking around, he spotted a few unattended markers on the teacher's desk, and paused, a thought forming in his mind.

His fingers were itching with misplaced adrenaline, and he figured what the hell.

Pointedly not allowing any awkward embarrassment to brew, he approached the desk, grabbed the black and green markers and approached the blank class whiteboard.

Cal had always liked to draw. His mom said it's because his hands can't sit still (but she liked it, really, especially when he made her custom-made mother's day cards every year). The twins had no opinion about it, until his sister got her first celebrity crush and begged him to draw the poor guy with cat ears.

No ducks with accessories this time.

She later posted it online with a humble brag about how she had 'finished it really quickly, what do you guys think' but, considering she had barely hit double digits in age, Cal had let it pass.

The validation of elementary kids was not in his radar, exactly.

He never followed any particular theme -his illustrations were usually random, without much thought. He liked letting his mind and hand take him wherever, and that often led to either randomness or, as was often the case for his bigger, more planned illustrations, a lot of inspiration from his environment.

Was it a surprise that he had produced so many drawings of ghosts?

As Cal was suddenly, once again, very aware of the subtle chill (not quite a presence, but it existed and it came from somewhere), he figured that one more addition to his ghost collection wouldn't make any difference.

Even if he wasn't used to drawing on a whiteboard, he still felt the long, controlled strokes of the marker come naturally. His preferred style was either completely colorless (which had absolutely nothing to do with his tendency to draw during class, thank you very much) or with minimal color; he knew how to manage negative space to his liking.

He had to admit, the subject he had chosen was pretty perfect for the whiteboard; all high contrast black and whites.

Getting lost in the process was easy for Cal; applying long strokes across the board and thick filling to the black outfit allowed time and tension to pass him by, almost. The hair would be tricky; making sure the black marker was used faintly enough to translate the light, luminous color was a mission, and Cal was nothing if not a perfectionist when it came to his work. All aspects to a drawing needed to come together for a good result, after all.

But for this, the most important part was the eyes.

Cal tightened his grip around the green marker. There could be only one color on this drawing, and it had to be the eyes. Sadly, a green whiteboard marker would never be quite the toxic green that he would have liked, but it was the principle that counted.

As he placed the last detail on the hair, fade enough to be as close to the bright white of the real thing, he uncapped the green marker. There was a sense of gravitas in the movement, the start of the final step to this work.

Or maybe Cal was just pretentious about it, who's to say.

"Wow, Cal, you're so good!"

The sudden voice made Cal jump and, even worse, almost draw a green line straight through the board and the almost finished drawing. He turned around to realize that everyone in the room was staring at him.

Maybe he should've thought this would happen, but he felt the heat on his cheeks rise nonetheless.

It was Sally-Anne who had spoken, turned around on her seat where she was facing Eleanor. Both were smiling. A few desks ahead, Jonathan had abandoned his reading and instead was looking at Cal with interest, head resting on his hand.  

Cal avoided all their eyes, fidgeting with the green marker instead "Um, thanks. Just a hobby, no big deal."

Sally-Anne raised her eyebrows. "Are you joking? This is amazing! It's like, the best Phantom art I've ever seen!"

Cal blushed even harder. "You're exaggerating, but thanks."

Eleanor gasped "Oh my God, no one better erase this! Quick, I need a picture!" she swiftly pulled out her phone and paused. "Hey Cal, can you like, put a signature somewhere on that? I need to take a pic."

Cal breathed out, muttering 'no problem' and obliged.

A stutter sound came from Eleanor's phone "Awesome! I'll send it to you if you want!"

Cal refused and Eleanor shrugged, sending it to Sally-Anne instead.

Soon everyone went back to what they were previously doing and Cal was happy to be ignored. Walking over to the teacher's desk to put the markers back (and maybe look for an eraser, if Eleanor and Sally-Anne didn't kill him first), he was suddenly aware of that ever-present yet so distant chill and his head snapped up towards the room.

At that moment, he locked eyes with Danny Fenton, and Cal froze.

It was impossible to pinpoint what was wrong exactly, which made things worse. Danny Fenton looked as he usually did; tired, bruised, head resting against his hand and unruly hair falling in his face. Yet there was something just wrong. His pallor was pale, unnervingly so, the bluing bruise against his cheek and graze on his lip contrasting dramatically against his skin. But his gaze was so sharp that Cal was sure that Danny could see right though his skin and into his brain.

It happened slowly, and then all at once.

Worst of all, Cal now knew where that ever so familiar chill came from, and he was almost shocked he didn't recognize it before. The aura of the dead was practically oozing off Danny Fenton.

Time felt like it was slowing down as Cal was locked in by those eyes, a shade of blue so cold it was painful and, for the first time, Cal realized that he was seeing Danny Fenton.

Cal wasn't sure how long he was trapped under that gaze. It felt like eons, but it couldn't have been more than seconds. As he felt his brain melt under the realization that something was frighteningly wrong with one of the people he knew, something happened that shocked him out of his spiraling.

Danny smiled. The faintest, most tired lift of lips, yet it was enough to transform the aura of wrong and that trapping stare, like deciding to let free an animal that was going to become dinner.

Just like that, with a movement so simple, the chill was passive again. Cal smiled back.

Feeling like he was floating, Cal went back to his desk. He took a seat as the bell rang and his classmates soon started filtering in, all of them taking a moment to show various levels of awe towards his drawing.

Throughout it all, Cal kept his head tilted and one eye, watching Danny's reaction. To anyone else, he looked like he had just woken up from a nap, groggy and unfocused. But Cal now knew better. He had realized the wrongness, and knew there was more hidden behind these icy eyes.

He didn't know what, he didn't know how. He didn't know when it had started, or why, but there was one thing Cal was sure of.

There was something very wrong with Danny Fenton.

[lavenderauthor]

Title: "Kidnapped" by A Teenager by LavenderAuthor, Incomplete (RIP Constantine's Sanity) (16.5k)

Rating: Teen

Fandom: Batman, Danny Phantom

Relationship: Danny Fenton & Jason Todd, Batfamily Members & Danny Fenton, Batfamily Members & Jason Todd, Batfamily Members & Batfamily Members (DCU), Danny Fenton & Frostbite

Summary:  It was supposed to be a simple outing for the various members of the Wayne Family— legality notwithstanding —but then a simple message was sent in the group chat by Jason upon his disappearance's notice: "Going to Doctor's. Might be back by dinner"

Was it sudden? Yes, given he had come to the mall with them, but they tried not to worry. This was Jason, after all. The man probably had "crime lord" business to handle that allowed him an easy out of socializing.

It only became worrying when dinner went by and he was seen walking into a camera's blindside at the mall with a teen but not exiting the mall.

[gonnacatchthemallcausehes]

The Apocalyptic Support Group

Chapter 2 Update!

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Summary:

Another Thursday, another alien invasion for the Justice League to handle. Only, this alien overlord has announced they will be summoning the most dangerous beings Earth has to offer to complete a challenge to prove Earth's worthiness.

Everyone's expecting Justice League heroes to show up in the challenge arena. When a scrappy eleven year old, two teens, and a meek, nerdy reporter are summoned in their place, the world goes nuts.

Clark Kent, Tim Drake-Wayne, Danny Fenton, and Billy Batson now have to work together to complete the challenge -without exposing their secret identities to the world.

This is gonna be fun.

[hjbender]

Finish the story first and then post it Finish the story first and then post it Finish the story first and then post it Finish the story first and then post it Finish the story first and then post it—

[dasha022]

I regrets nothing!!

[kettlefire]

Continuation of this post -

Tag requested: @kyrianclawraith

DC x DP Therapy Prompt 2.0

Bruce had given Danny all the power that went into picking a therapist, which is fine. That's what the kid needed.

What he didn't expect to already blow through eight different therapists.

Danny lived in little ole Amity Park, no one had expected him to have connections all the way to Gotham. Yet, Danny claimed to recognize 2 our of 8 therapist.

Then finally, just finally Bruce thought he found the right one. Her history was ridiculously impressive, and she seemed to have a good hand in handling teenage boys.

Bruce wished he met her ages prior. It would be easier than his boys being at different therapists. Bruce felt ready, prepared, and lucky.

But then Danny walked in...

And then right out.

Fear rose in him with every chasing step along the way back to the car. Danny had ignored him every step of the way. Up until they were buckled into the ride and Bruce was preparing himself to move on.

Then Danny spoke, and immediately all of Bruce's worries and fears flooded out of him.

This wasn't the one. She wasn't the one that made Danny hesitant about therapy.

No.

She was his sister. Danny's rush leave was solely from the fact that he was met with this sister. His sister who thought it was a good idea to mention this to Bruce.

Regardless, Bruce was most opposed to meeting said therapist.

Danny had been so strong on his rules of engagement. Bruce wasn't to meet a therapist until after the fifth session.

Which the man was perfectly fine with. He loved Danny, and only wanted the best for the teen.

However!

That didn't stop the rambunctious laughter that ripped through him at the teen's flushed cheeks.

[spookycreeture]

Metas of The Dark Knight

An art piece for my fanfiction Three Boys, Their Heroes, and a City Called Gotham. This thing fought me every step of the way, but somehow, someway, I got it done. So enjoy! WIPS below the cut (also please click for better quality lol).

[2old0voldy0moldy7]

I really need one history where Constantine is just chilling with the JL and Danny Pahntom just comes from nowhere and says he owns Constantine soul.

Constantine is like: Ya go to the end of the line you don't want a war with all the demons i sold my soul to.

Then Danny just says: I own 100% of your soul the demons were paying Taxes with your soul.

Then Constantine realises he's fucked up.

[anguishedlurker]

I've been Isekaied into Paulina's Novel?!

Welcome to the fic for the EctoImposion 2024 event! I was paired with @thebooo-merang for this wonderful fic, and you should go check them out! And check out the ao3 posting HERE

After an incident with Box Ghost solicits a fight with Ghost Writer, Ghost Writers out for revenge. And Paulina has a convenient little fanfiction that Ghost writer could use. Now Danny just has to survive it, with a starstruck Paulina in tow.

The first chapter doesn't especially need warnings, as everything remains cannon typical. It's under the cut!

~

"Get back here!" Danny shouted, ready to be done with wit for today.

"I, THE BOOOX GHOOOST, WILL-"

"Piss off Ghost Writer!" Do you just break into random lairs in search of weird boxes!?" Danny screeched, trying to dive after a flying notebook.

"I, THE BOX GHOST, WILL-" Box shouted over Danny, waving wildly as he went and sending even more boxes and books flying back and forth.

"RUIN WHAT LITTLE TRUCE I'VE GOT GOING WITH HIM!" Danny cut back, struggling to grab books mid-air with one arm and blast Boxy into submission with the other.

"THE BOX GHOST HAS NO NEED FOR LECTURES ON YOUR INTERPERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS! PREPARE TO BE DESTROYED!"

Danny was gonna kill him this time!

~

Boxes and books rained over the town, causing havoc and mild property damage to the unprepared. Paulina could only huff and puff as she bolted across the open street from shop to shop, trying to find somewhere to camp out while Phantom dealt with the box menace, trying to keep an eye out for whatever storefront Star had managed to find for herself.

Another keeper kept their shoulder into the door as she pushed, and bitterly she cursed them out. She probably didn't get any sympathetic glances through the wood door, but whatever! Rude ass motherfuckers locking out innocents while there was an attack!

It was tempting to keep under the eave, but beyond being mere cloth too much was getting tossed around- plenty enough room for something to slam in sideways and get her then!

God! One good day is all she wanted right now.

Though a few more after wouldn't go amiss...

There! The geek shit shop was probably going to let her in! Maybe!

She didn't care, actually, she'd punch through the glass if she had to! Take that, losers!

First, she needed the mental psyche up to dart across the road again. Three, two, one, go!

The owner, or possible customer, waved behind the glass as she ran.The door opened and closed near instantaneously on her entry.

The sound of Phantom yelling at The Box Ghost dampened as the bell rang, and the store owner gave her an uneasy smile and gestured towards the windowless back. 

“Everyone’s in the back. Might be cramped by now, but there’s a lot of shelves to sit behind.” He nervously informed, eyeing the glass windows.

The casual thumbs up sent him away as she bent slightly to wheeze out the adrenaline.

Yeah, cheer takes some stamina, but adrenaline really messes up her rhythm!

Breath caught, it was time to pack in with the other unlucky idiots back here. With care and precision she marched over behind the popular shelf, examined the bodies packed like sardines, and picked a new shelf to hide behind.

This one was packed with books instead of weird anime figures and dungeons and dragons minis, the spines a cold comfort as she sat down and started staring.

The titles on this sort of crap were so weird… 

But she supposed Star seemed to enjoy them, Star's rants echoing clearly in her head. 

She wouldn’t admit it with a gun to her head, but after enough of those rants… she may or may not be able to pick out a few of the series on display.

Sue her, she's a sucker for some of the romances even if they were trashy a lot of the time. And Star's collection at this rate was pretty impressive, to the point Paulina was convinced she was the only reason a store like this could keep afloat in a town like Amity.

The other nerd shit probably helped it keep alive, though. More screaming outside, this time sounding like it was from The Box Ghost in rage. Good. Phantom could pummel that no good fool to goo for what it mattered.

... Ugh. The fight could easily take a long time; Box Ghost might be weak, but he clearly had a lot of material to use this time. But whatever. Here she is in a castle of weeb books. Maybe some could be a good distraction.

~

"No! Not you!"

"Yes, me! Did you think you could trash my library and get away with it!?" Ghost Writer roared, trying to come up from behind.

"It wasn't me, it was-"

But Box Ghost was already gone, the leftover boxes of books now floating to the ground in a suspiciously gentle manner.

Coward. The thought wouldn't leave as Danny shifted the books he'd been trying to save around, awkwardly offering the armful to Ghost Writer. 

Ghost Writer loomed ominously.

~

All at once the outside world went quiet, some shouting occasionally coming close enough to hear, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief loud enough to drag Paulina from her pile of books.

Five more minutes would've been great to finish the book she'd had in hand, not that it mattered...

Now she needed to find where Star ran off to without her, the books carefully left behind in a pile.

Phantom and a ghost she couldn’t recognize quipped back and forth, the day still significantly quieter than it had been fifteen minutes before. The area remained strewn with books, the ghost gesturing to some on a roof.

Now, she could walk around the district lost and confused looking for Star... Or just sit back down on a nice ledge and wait for Star to come to her while watching Phantom.

Phantom made an odd twist in the air as he shouted, still a little too distant to make out properly.

Yeah, watching sounded so much safer and calmer. One hop later and she was perched on top of one of the lower walls purporting to be defensive.

Fat lot of good they did...

Phantom and his assailant came closer, lending her a nice view of what was going on.

Maybe she shouldn't be here, but it seemed to be more arguing than fighting, so whatever.

"While I'm sorry my NOT PARTNER didn't have a spine, you can have yours back!" Phantom shouted as they passed overhead, throwing a book at the weird ghost.

She had to huff out a clipped laugh as the ghost was whacked, even as the ghost elected to bolt as it realized its inferiority.

She could just hear the stunned silence from Phantom, right before he cried out "Get back here!" 

Truly, a foolish thing to think it could stand up to the town hero.

With a certain lack of ceremony, the book the from the fight fell onto her 

"Ouch!" She yelped, one hand raising to rub her scalp as the other fumbled for the offending book.

The whole thing might be a sign it's time to get up and go. Still...

"Raining books is a new one." She muttered, far too late for the comment to be witty but all the same a perfectly serious remark on the latest weird shit Amity came up with.

She cautiously eyed the book in her hands, looking for any oddities. You could never quite trust some of this stuff...

It was just a notebook. Nothing special about it, besides being a trophy for today. The decoration and signature on front was incomprehensible to her, an initial she didn't recognize against the slightly plain front.

Caving to curiosity, the book opened easily. Not that she’d expected anything else. 

It revealed... nothing. Nothing at all. None of the pages had any sort of writing in them.

Well she can't be begrudged for snooping- it's her prize right now. An apology for getting assaulted in broad daylight. This G-W could just deal with it, and the spat was already away from her, so it's not like she was going to be in more danger sitting here.

The blank notebook continued to be uninteresting, and she couldn’t help her annoyance as she shut it. There wasn’t a damn thing to pay her back for getting hit.

Or... well...

She could feel her lip work up into a slight smirk.

I have been wanting to write a new Phantom fic...

The thought was clear as day to her, even as she couldn't wait for the night. What better way to celebrate this particular trophy?

~

Ghost Writer was forced to watch on in abject misery as he realized his collection had been tossed around like a toddler’s toys. No respect whatsoever from the box obsessed lunatic for the actual contents of the boxes.

The nerve! The audacity! To treat his writing like this! The ghost may well need a lesson in manners.

But first, Phantom.

Sure, the boy wasn't the sole force at work- but undeniably the lunatic never would've gotten close to his manuscripts if Phantom hadn't been snooping around in his library.

But don't think he's lost the plot of getting his own books tossed at him! The tactical retreat was nothing more than an admission of lack of home turf!

Nothing to do with not having his typewriter or any notebooks activated!

Ahem... So the child would need an appropriate punishment as well.

Sometime after he collected his books

The whole lot of them, all across town! Lunatics.

It was easy enough to threaten people away from his scripts, but nonetheless annoying and time consuming. Go here, show up there, yell to get their grubby mitts off his stuff. 

Ugh.

The annoyance was the cost of getting everything back. though. He pointedly ignored Phantom’s continued patrolling, likely looking for whatever trap Ghost Writer would end up creating.

Easy enough to stay low and out of sight in the meantime. Whatever he was about to do, it wasn't a ‘now’ plan. Such things take planning, and unfortunately it's not the season to stick the boy back into Christmas stories.

So he was collecting his books, and chasing fools away from them. The cost of love, he supposed.

Still, he was being forced to waste hours upon hours taking his books out of the hands of fools. Having such a collection was not currently a point of pride; He’d have to figure out what went where later.

Slowly but surely his boxes filled back up as he found his manuscripts. There was his old horror story from the eighties, there was his attempt at something akin to a superhero comic, there was his dabbling in... well he couldn't remember either, but if he sat to read it right now it'd take hours for him to finish the book. No reading for him.

Finally, it was time to find his blank notebooks again. He'd be forced to admit that he simply cared less if these ones vanished mysteriously, for a blank notebook was nothing more or less than a possibility.

Most were alright, scattered down the streets carelessly. Some had been picked up and put back down to be examined by wretched hands at a later date.

There was an exception though, something swaying as if held at the edge of where he could feel things. Curious, for how late at night it was getting, but that'd just mean he needed to scare another pathetic mortal off his books.

The pull and search brought him to a cracked window in the suburbs. Nothing meaningful crossed his path, though it was good to be wary; The boy was likely still patrolling, and no doubt Ghost Writer's appearance had put him on edge. As it should.

Slowly rising up to look through, invisible to the mortal eye, he could hear a girl rambling slightly. 

His look through the window was enlightening, the girl curled onto her bed as she wrote with ink that even from this distance sparkled with glitter.

"And then Princess Paulina lived happily ever after with Prince Phantom, aaannd the end." She whispered, pleased with herself.

Barely pausing, she snapped the book shut and laid it on her nightstand, moving to stand and stretch.

Shouting called her away, which was plenty convenient for him even as she huffed and puffed out of the room.

It was child's play to take the notebook back, even with it defiled by mortal hands. It wasn't a toy to be left with creatures that didn't understand what could be done with such tools.

The cover had already been decorated with a couple of stickers and a flowing cursive he couldn't bother deciphering at this second.

Phasing back out of the room and coming to rest back outside of the window, he flipped the cover open.  The inside was decorated similarly.

Oh, yes. That was glitter pen. The pages were coming away bedazzled with runaway glitter.

This book was most certainly going to have to be put in its own container, but for right this second the name on the inside was of modest curiosity.

Paulina Sanchez in bold strokes, fancy flourishes forgone in favor of legibility. If found, return to owner, do not read.

Well now he just had to, didn't he? It wasn't like the rest of the books were going anywhere, the grand total of three he still had to find now could rest safely.

Or well... No, he could spare the time now> What would the boy do, if it blows up on them both? The books shouldn't even be in the town anyways, and it was most certainly his fault thank you very much!

He quickly leafed through the beginning burning through thanks to his superior-ness and a speed reading class he'd attended before.

... hmm.

Hmmmmm.

He'd recently been complaining about what to do with the boy, no?

"This could work." He spoke to no-one, clapping the book shut. For now.

~

Barely past sunrise, Danny squinted at the sky and grumbled. Damn malicious blob ghosts, eating billboards.

Not that he cares about the billboards, but first it's a billboard and then it's drywall.

"Catch!" Got shouted, an object (presumably) sailing from behind him.

Snapping too and turning, he could see Ghost Writer grin manically in glee as a book opened wide.

All he could do was choke out an "eh?" as he reflexively reached, the book splayed open and glowing. Illustory pages floated up and off, and he had a really bad feeling about what was coming next as the world around him went white.

~

Coming to under Ghost Writers writing was not a fun thing to experience, see. One did not simply fade into one of his chaotic and weirdly random worlds. You blink and then suddenly you're just there!

Danny was there, wherever there was. Somewhere was currently a bright grass field, with a decorated horse beside him.

Which he would grant was a better entrance than the last time he'd been flung into one of Ghost Writer's many insane stories.

He would never forget that anglerfish...

But almost just as fast as he got here there was another stupidly bright light, and someone was falling into his arms, briefly bundled into his chest before quickly popping back up to look at him.His tongue was stuck in a way that implied Ghost Writer had ideas about what he should or shouldn't be saying at this time, but that didn't stop the extremely strained noise he gave when he realized the person was Paulina, looking VERY enthused.