#dp side hoes week 2023

[duchi-nesten]

dp side hoes week day 7: Valerie/Wardrobe! (and Cujo bcuz he is my side hoe too even if he didn’t make it to the prompt list)

you ever procrastinate cleaning ur wardrobe by making clothes for a ghost dog that once ruined ur life from the stuff u wanted to throw out? ya me too!

they’re besties ur honor, don’t @ me

Shared Cujostody AU Masterpost

silly gray ghost bonus under the cut because I was procrastinating too

this is what happened later in the evening lmao

they share custody of this dog and he was jealous

[chasingrabbits-art]

Side hoes week Day 1: Tucker, power up

Something, something, power of friendship

[lexosaurus]

[k-beckerart]

forgot to queue up my post for yesterday. heres my piece for tucker’s prompt: power up :D

the colors of the video were a tiny bit wonky so heres two stills from the video

[squirrellysketches]

dp side hoes day something: aunt alicia

ft maddie fenton

[echoghost1]

Side Hoes Week 2023: Day 01 - Tucker

Title: Bad Time For A Live Stream

Summary: Tucker was new to streaming but was doing pretty well for himself. Then he got interrupted.

Word Count: 544

Warnings: blood/ecotplasm, injury

I used this prompt from @danphanwritingprompts

You can read on AO3 and down below the cut

“What’s up Gamers! FryerTuck here welcoming you to another round of Doomed!” Tucker greeted his webcam and a handful of viewers. “Today I’m going to try to find the rumored loot on level 15.”

He started streaming recently for a couple of reasons, one, it was a fun excuse to get better at the game, and two, you could get paid.

It was mostly reason number two.

It did take him a bit to get any traction, aka any viewers at all and then a little longer for anyone to start paying, but he was really getting into the groove of it now.

He even had a couple of fans and a dedicated mod for the chat.

It felt like he had something that was his. A special little thing just for him.

It was nice.

===============================================

Tucker was in the zone. He was making great progress in the game and keeping up with the chat. Everything was perfect. 

So, of course, that's when something, correction, someone, crashed through his bedroom window.

Tucker nearly jumped out of his seat at the noise only to actually scramble out of it when he saw who it was.

Danny, in his ghost form, was a heap on the floor, struggling to get up and bleeding ectoplasm everywhere. 

Tucker tossed his headphones off and ran to Danny's aid, "oh my god dude, what happened?"

Danny looked up at him and somehow that made it worse. "It’s not healing."

Yeah, that was bad.

"Okay, um, we really need to get you away from this glass. Can you walk?"

Danny tried to get up but failed. The audible splat when he landed didn’t help.

Tucker closed his eyes and took a breath, now was not a time to be squeamish. 

"Can you float?"

"Nothing's working." Danny pushed himself back up to his knees shaking the whole time before locking eyes with him again, "it hurts."

"It’s gonna be okay. I'm gonna help you up and let's try and get you to the bathroom, ready?"

"Okay." 

Tucker felt his heart break hearing Danny be in pain like this. 

Usually, ghost fights don't hurt him. Or at least they don't seem to anyway. Whatever this is, it's bad.

Tucker carefully helped Danny upright and it was clear he couldn't stand on his own. Luckily, picking up Danny is not hard and it's even easier in his ghost mode.

"You know what, I'm just gonna carry you."

Danny just whined in response as he nuzzled into Tucker’s shoulder. 

With Danny now in Tucker’s arms bridal style, he now realized he had a new problem. He wasn’t going to be able to open his door.

"Crap. Okay um, new plan. You go here." Tucker placed Danny on his bed and tried not to think about the mess his sheets were going to become, "and I'll be right back with the first aid kit."

He hated that Sam was right. He really needed one in his room.

After a quick pit stop to the bathroom to grab supplies and wash his hands, he was back in his room. The door now locked.

He felt like he was forgetting something, but couldn’t for the life of him figure out what it was.

Then he saw his computer.

[as21-7]

power up

[bleedingectoplasm]

Touching Memories

Here’s a fun little drabble for DP side hoes week day 3! The prompts were Clockwork and memories. TW for some light gore. I hope you enjoy!

The ghost child is knocking at his door. Or has knocked. Or will knock.

In one of the timeline’s infinite iterations, the ghost child is knocking at Clockwork’s door. And the version of Clockwork living in that moment lets him into his lair.

In the instants that follow, Clockwork ushers the ghost child to his parlor, an extra dimensional space in his lair that only spawns into existence when he has visitors. The ghost child sprawls out on the sofa, utterly irreverent and unaware of the true power that is contained in the deity sipping tea across the room.

And then, the ghost child begins to complain. He whines about battles with other ghosts, moans about malfunctioning technology, winges about scraped knees and bruised knuckles and snapped bones.

Clockwork smiles, placating and patient, with the understanding that the young ghost before him is but a pebble in time's ceaseless stream. He offers advice to the little pebble, hoping to help the waters of the universe smooth out his rough edges.

“You must be compassionate,” Clockwork counsels, “You must meet your rivals where they are. You can’t possibly understand what has shaped them into the ghosts that stand before you.”

But Clockwork can. Clockwork does. He understands it all.

The ghost child grumbles, but does not push back. As he rises to leave, he floats towards Clockwork for an embrace, behaving with casual familiarity with the primordial being that he views as a surrogate father. Clockwork indulges him. In the second, minute, hour before he and the ghost child’s bodies connect, he braces himself to experience the inevitable disorientation, the natural side effect of his most unsettling power.

The millisecond that Clockwork touches the ghost child, he is violently ejected from his corporeal form. His consciousness trips and stutters for a moment, as it always does, before he finds himself in the body of a fourteen year old boy staring at the yawning mouth of an unforgiving portal to another dimension.

This is the way that Clockwork is able to maintain his godly empathy, the trick to his inhuman understanding, the mechanism through which he keeps his finger on the pulse of the Infinite Realms. Every time he so much as brushes against another ghost, he accesses memories of their death. He lives through the most vulnerable moment of their lives, seeing the world as they once did, experiencing the timeline from their perspective.

He has been Ember as her house burns around her, flames licking up her spine as her flesh melts from her skeleton. He has been Youngblood, coughing splotches of blood into his sleeve with an incessant ache in his lungs just before he slips into eternal sleep. He has been Skulker, starving in the woods, his stomach gurgling as it digests itself, watching one final sunset while slumped against the side of a tree. He has been Kitty, laying next to the corpse of her boyfriend on sun scorched pavement, the smell of burning rubber stinging her nose as she feels the breeze whistle against the hole in her skull.

And, countless times, he has been the ghost boy. He has felt electricity mercilessly frying him from within as each molecule is torn apart and remade wrong, his own screams echoing in his ears and the scent of his cooked flesh permeating the air.

Time is valuable because it is limited. Moments are precious because they end. Life matters because there is death.

So Clockwork grants the ghost boy a moment of affection. He lives through his death once more. He does so with the ancient understanding that this gesture will matter to the pebble precisely because it cannot escape the stream.

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DP Side Hoes Week 2023/ Day 2/ Wes Weston, Revenge.

Revenge is a dish best served cold

If no one believes him when he says that Fenton is the Phantom, then he must make Danny confess himself.

He planned everything perfectly. This morning he and Fenton had a fight. Mr. Lancer himself gave them detention. The half of A-listers will also be staying late at school, holding a pointless club meeting.

In the right pocket of his jeans rested an empty box for bright green lenses which will glow in the dark.

Inhale-exhale. Lancer just got out. Wes’s ready. The show begins.

Wes: Fenton, I can’t do this anymore. I know you want to hide it, but it hurts so much.

Danny*whispers*: You’re sick! You know I can’t tell anyone. Get over it.

Paulina and Baxter should be walking past the room soon.

Wes*screams*: It hurts so much! I know your parents are ghost hunters!

Danny*screams louder*:That’s right! So what the hell are you doing all the time

Wes: But I will not let them separate us!

Danny: W-What?

A cloud covers last rays of a setting sun. Everything is going even better than planned.

Wes closes the eyes. Hears a slight rustle behind the door. The audience is already here.

He dramatically looks at Fenton and grabs the boy by the shoulders.

Wes: Should the boundary between life and death be a boundary for my love for you?

Danny: What the hell? Your eyes!

Wes: No, don’t protect me, Danny. I don’t care if everyone finds out I’m the Phantom! The important thing is that we’re together. You’re my boyfriend and I’m tired of pretending to hate you!

Dash behind the door: *gasps*

Danny hears it.

Danny*whispers*: You little shit. Okay, you want to play..so

Danny*pretends to cry*: Will you really go for it? I love you so much, Phantom! *Rushes into a hug*

Wes*whispers*: It was not part of my plan.

He need to come up with something worse.

Wes: Sure, let’s run away from your parents and live in a Ghost Zone. Let’s have three kids and a dog!

Danny: Oh, Invisobill, you’re so funny. Your dead brain always forgets that we already have Cujo and a daughter. Dani will be so upset if you only think of her as a clone. She’s got my DNA in her too. What is this if not a miracle?

Wes*gasps*.

Danny*smiles angrily*.

Valerie*screams from behind the door*: I will kill him! I will break him molecule by molecule!

She runs into the room.

Valerie: Danny! Don’t trust the ghost bastard! He has no feelings for you! He’s probably just using you to access the portal!

Paulina*cries*: No! Ghost boy, you have to be with me! Why do you need this loser?

Danny: P-Phantom? Did you use me?

Wes: ...we’ll talk about this later, dear.

Wes:*dramatically jumps out the window and runs off into the sunset*.

Danny*screams out the window with an angry smile*: Oh, no, a ghost! Help! I’m just a human schoolboy!

Wes is handcuffed to one of the GIW agents in a minute.

Wes: Well, that’s not what I expected.

Wes: God damn you, Fenton!!!

Agent: Well, child, the ghost can’t hurt you anymore.

Danny: I was so scared, sir, thank you!

Dash: Not cool, Fen-turd. Why are you bringing hunters to fight with your boyfriend?

Wes&Danny: Shut up, Dash!

[duchi-nesten]

For DP Side Hoes Week Day 1: Tucker/Power up! ⭐️

A little guy playing Doomed since it fit the word prompt and gave me a good reason to play around with a weird pose :] (I tweaked his avatar design a bit though so he doesn’t look like a pantless minion)

[chasingrabbits-art]

Side hoes week Day 2: Wes, revenge

Kinda sus, Weston.

[honeybunhalo]

Finally finished the watercolor painting of Clockwork for side hoes week!! Enjoy!

[lexosaurus]

The Truth to Light

This was supposed to be a drabble. Day one of Side Hoes Week 2023 featuring Tucker and the prompt "power up!"

Characters: Tucker, the news Words: 1458 Warnings: descriptions of dissecc

[ao3]

****

Tucker powered up his desktop. Anticipation permeated the air, buzzing around the light and bouncing off the walls. Underneath it stank of stress, and below that, rotting deep in the recess of Tucker’s mind was a hint of dread.

Today was the day.

Today would bring the truth to light.

He could have run the program yesterday, or even the day before. But something stopped him. Insecurity prickled his brain, worming its way up his spine and whispering flavors of, “It will never work…you’ll get caught…you’re not good enough at hacking…you’re not that smart…” in his ear.

But no, he was done. He couldn’t let this go on any longer—not if he had the power to stop it. 

And so, today was the day.

He entered his password, then watched as his profile loaded in. Each increase of the bar brought a rise in tension, and he could have sworn his fingers were trembling as he booted up the virtual machine.

There was no more running. Not from this.

Danny needed him.

Amity Park needed him.

Hell, the world needed him.

Even if no one would ever find out who did it.

He clicked on Tor, went to his normal site, opened the chat log, and typed two words in:

>geeksquad: I’m ready.

>cr0mb: You sure?

>Petabyte: Hell yeah, dude.

>geeksquad: Yeah. It’s time. 

****

The video was fuzzy, the frames were clunky. But even so, no amount of low-resolution could mask the horrors on the screen.

Ectoplasm on the floor, the walls. The metal table. The tubes, needles (ugh), metal instruments. The screams, shaky breathing, choked sobs. The deep voice, sadistic chuckles, flat, bored tones. 

The image of his best friend on the screen, grasping onto his chest, ectoplasm seeping through his fingers.

Traumatizing, Tucker realized, wrapping his hands around his perched knees. Watching this, knowing that this was real, was traumatizing. 

And yet, this wasn’t a memory he would be able to unpack in therapy later. Because all this evidence of Tucker’s involvement lived on a hard drive that no one would ever find. No one could ever know.

Not even Sam.

He cut this portion from its tape, dragging the new selection down onto the end of the dozens of other clips just like it. Tucker was going to release the videos in their entirety, of course, but there were weeks worth of content. The likelihood that the average person would even have the disk space to download that amount of content was laughable.

And so, a highlights reel was necessary, and Tucker had to be the one to do it. Which meant he had to sit here alone watching hours of his best friend being tortured. He had to sit here alone and choose the “best” moments to showcase. He had to sit here alone and edit the next viral video together.

And he would do it because Danny would die without it.

How’s that for a ride-or-die friendship, huh?

Danny, you owe me, dude, he tried to joke in his head, but even that tasted sour to him.

He shook the creeping fog from his mind and sat back up straight, put his hand back on his mouse, and got back to work.

****

“We would like to warn you that our next segment contains imagery that is extremely graphic and may be upsetting to some viewers.

“Earlier today, a data breach on the US federal government revealed leaked video footage showcasing details within the Ghost Investigation Ward. The video footage, initially uploaded to Tor under the username Geeksquad, showed graphic treatment and experiments involving Amity Park’s local ghostly hero, Danny Phantom, who disappeared two months ago. Since then, it has been reuploaded all over the internet, sending the world into a frenzy. The video footage revealed insight into the hero who was shown to morph between his popular ghostly appearance, and that of a human, teenage boy as shown here. The teenage boy has been identified as sixteen-year-old Daniel Fenton, child of the famous ghost hunter family, who has been reported missing for the last two months. His family claims they did not know that their child was a ghost, and also expressed doubt that Phantom and their son were connected, suggesting that it may be an attempt for Phantom to gain sympathy from the agents. 

“We will keep you updated as more information arrives regarding this story.”

****

“Breaking news on the details of the leaked Phantom files from the Ghost Investigation Ward. Close friends to Daniel Fenton, the human child that Phantom morphs into numerous times throughout the videos, came out stating that Daniel Fenton and Danny Phantom are, in fact, one and the same. The teenagers told reporters from APC News that Daniel had been in a lab accident in his parents' laboratory two years ago, and that they witnessed the event. They claim that ever since the accident, Daniel had been able to morph appearances between his ghostly and human persona. The teenagers also claim that the accident both killed him and brought him back to life, and as such Daniel still has a heartbeat and a pulse. 

“If this information is true, that could mean severe issues for the Ghost Investigation Ward. Already, protests have broken out in Washington DC as well as Amity Park, Illinois. APC News here with more details to come.” 

****

“As more unfolds about the leaked files from the federal Ghost Investigation Ward, more questions regarding experimentation ethics and the blurred laws between humans and ecto-entities are coming to light.

“APC News was able to interview an anonymous source from within the Ghost Investigation Ward earlier today, who claims that the agents within the GIW did know that Daniel Fenton Phantom had a heartbeat and a pulse.

“‘A heartbeat and a pulse…you know what the implication of this means, correct?’

“‘We all did. And not only that, but we also knew that if his heartbeat stops, then he would die.’

“‘Die. That’s an interesting choice of words.’

“‘It is, isn’t it?’

“The director for the FBI put out a statement saying that while the GIW has been sanctioned to perform experiments to further the knowledge and understanding of ecto-entities, also known as ghosts, they are not authorized to operate outside of the law and perform experiments on US Citizens.

“The director of the GIW, under the code name Agent Alpha, also put out a statement citing that Danny Phantom registers as a level seven ecto-entity and does not qualify as a human, despite the appearance of human organs that seem like life-support. He stated that like other ghosts, Phantom relies on an ecto-core to exist and that his human organs are merely imprints of when he was alive. He reiterates that the Ghost Investigation Ward did not operate outside of the law while Phantom was under their custody.

“Phantom has been relocated to a holding cell while internal investigation and legal proceedings occur.”

****

“Tucker…” Sam’s tilted her head. Dark circles tattooed the skin under her eyes, and her chapped lips pressed into a thin line. She’d lost weight, and her cheeks were hollow, sharp. And yet, that hint of a spark in her eye, that silent flame of determination, had yet to go out.

Although, for as run-down as Sam was, Tucker was sure he looked about the same. 

“What is it?” he asked.

“Do you know who the hacker was?”

Tucker was lucky he was such a practiced liar. But even still, he was sure that not even he could mask how thrown off he was at that question. “How would I know who he was?”

“I know you hang around those circles.”

“Yeah, but it’s all anonymous. I don’t know who anyone is. And besides.” He leaned back in some faux attempt of acting nonchalant. “There are so many hacking groups out there, Sam. It’s not that small or tight-knit of a community.”

“Yeah, I figured,” she said, though her eyes didn’t relax. “I just found it odd, you know?”

He could feel his heart skip a beat. “What’s odd?”

“Well, I found it odd that the GIW was targeted when they had Phantom. And no one else knew that Phantom was there except for us.”

“Or, maybe other people figured it out.”

“Maybe…”

“Come on, it’s not that implausible. Danny disappeared for two months. That’s not really his MO. I’m sure some gray-hat group online did the process of elimination on where he could be and figured out he was with the Guys in White.”

“Yeah.” Sam’s gaze went to her knees, where her hands were clasped. Tucker followed her sight and realized that her fingers were shaking.

He let his tone turn more serious. “Sorry, I don’t know who leaked the files. I promise.”

“Okay,” she said, her voice small. “I believe you.”

****

chapter 2

[this-is-z-art-blog]

[ID: digital drawing of Mr Lancer, shown in his reflection from the waist up with one hand on some kind of counter. He’s wearing a shimmering pink dress with long sleeves, a gold charm earring, and a long curly orange wig. There is glitter in his beard, and he has on pink eyeshadow and lip liner, which he’s smiling slightly as he touches up.]

Side Hoes Week 2023 Day 4

Mr Lancer // Hobbies

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Meet Johnny 13 & Kitty🏍️🍀

    Since today is St. Patrick’s Day, the day all about luck, thought I’d introduce my takes on the luck themed ghost couple, Johnny 13 & Kitty!!!!!!!🏍️🍀🏍️🍀🏍️🍀❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️

All kinds of trouble seem to follow their path….usually just Johnny’s. I wonder why.

What do u think? I’d love to know💖💖💖

[echoghost1]

Side Hoes Week 2023: Day 03 - Clockwork

Title: Hall of Memories

Summary: Clockwork is giving Daniel a tour of his home and shows him the Hall of Memories.

Word Count: 1,031

You can read on AO3 and down below the cut

“And this,” Clockwork said as he gestured toward the door beside him, “leads to the hall of memories.”

Daniel took a moment to look at the door before asking, “What does it do?”

Clockwork smiled at Daniel’s astute question and asked one of his own. “Would you like to try it?”

The boy perked up immediately, “Can I really?” 

Clockwork merely gestured toward the door.

He flew over quickly and opened the door with no hesitation. He floated past the threshold and lingered momentarily, “why is it dark?”

“Because we’re at the beginning of your timeline.”

“The beginning?”

“If we go a bit further, I can show you how this works.”

Eager to sate his curiosity, Daniel went on ahead and stopped once he noticed a change in the hall.

On the right wall, there was a frame, but instead of a single picture, there was a moving sketch, like an animatic. 

The scene that played out was one where a very young Daniel, possibly only a few years old, escapes from his crib, crawls out of his room and almost falls down the stairs only to be caught by his sister.

Clockwork waited to see if Daniel had any questions.

Instead, he turned away and went further down the hall until he found another frame. 

This time, it was on the left.

This one played like a movie, it even had sound. The Daniel in the frame was about 5 years old. He was hiding behind his mother’s legs as she talked to another woman. The conversation of the adults was muddled and unintelligible until they addressed Daniel.

“Hey sweetie, did you want to go play?”  his mother asked as she gestured to the play kitchen behind the other woman.

He looked to the playset and back up to his mother and nodded.

“Have fun,” the other woman said with a smile just before he ran over to play.

The present Daniel turned to Clockwork, “why is this one different than the first one?”

“They are two different types of memories,” Clockwork answered simply.

Daniel thought for a moment before asking his next question. “Is it because they are on different sides of the hall?”

“Yes and no.”

The boy huffed in disappointment when he didn’t get a straight answer.

“What makes the memories different besides their placement?” Clockwork asked to guide him toward the answer.

He floated back towards the first frame, “this is something Jazz told me about. She said I did it all the time.” he went back to the second frame, “And this is my kindergarten teacher. I don’t know why it was just me and mom. I think this is when I first met her? Before I started school.”

“So what’s the difference?” Clockwork asked again.

“I don’t,” he started but then he gasped, “I do!” he spun around to face Clockwork, “These ones are my memories,” he pointed to the left wall, “the ones that I actually remember. I remember being in the classroom and wanting to play but not knowing if I could.”

“And the ones on the right?”

“The memories that other people have? No,” he thought for a second then added, “the ones other people told me about. The ones that are about me but aren’t things that I remember.”

“That’s right.”

“I’m guessing that side only has memories in the beginning then? Because once you’re old enough you just remember stuff on your own.”

“For the most part yes, but not always.”

“How long is the hallway?”

“Depends on who’s using it.”

“So it’s as long as they are years old?” Daniel asked.

“Basically, yes.”

“So if you use it, it goes on forever?” he teased.

“If it could work for me, yes.”

“It doesn't work for you?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because it wouldn’t be one hallway, but several hallways stacked on top of one another. That much time manipulation in one spot would, at best, fracture reality with the sheer weight of the paradox.” Clockwork crossed his arms and sighed, “so annoying to clean up.”

Daniel stared at him.

“I would break it,” Clockwork explained again.

“Oh okay.” Daniel agreed with zero understanding of what Clockwork had explained. It was probably for the best.

Daniel started to float down the hall again and Clockwork followed.

Some memories Daniel was more than happy to share and he even added more detail by saying how he had been feeling during that memory. If it was a memory that was shared with him, he said who it was that told him.

Of course, there were plenty of memories that Daniel tried to ignore or hide from Clockwork by standing in the way or pulling him along to the next memory.

Eventually, Daniel started to slow down. He got less engaged with the memories until he stopped just before reaching the next memory. 

“Is everything alright?” Clockwork asked.

“I know what’s next, ” he replied softly. “It’s not a good one.”

“Did you want to go back?”

He shook his head.

“You don’t have to look if you don’t want to.”

Daniel turned and gave Clockwork a look that was reminiscent of the little boy all those years ago looking up to his mother for reassurance.

Clockwork was more than happy to ease his worries.

“There’s no need to watch that memory. There isn’t a single ghost that would want to watch their own creation.”

“Not a single one?”

“No one.”

“So it’s not like, a ghost right of passage to watch it?”

“Absolutely not.”

Daniel didn’t say anything else. He just looked down and mulled over what was said.

Clockwork waited a moment, just long enough for him to be lost in thought before he floated closer. Carefully he pulled him into a hug.

Daniel was surprised at first but quickly leaned into the affection. His arms wrapped around Clockwork, while Daniel’s cheek pressed up against the clock in his chest.

Clockwork stroked the top of his head as he waited for the buzzing in Daneil’s core to calm back to its natural hum.

The pair stayed embraced with only two sounds between them: Daniel's soft breathing and the steady ticking in Clockwork’s chest.