#dr who oc fanfiction

[hymn-of-muse]

I'm a time-what?? - p1

getting back into dr who and remembered i wanted to write a story for my oc so thought i might as well put it on my fic blog!

enjoy!

Yet another mundane day began with the loud noise of a digital bedside clock alarm. A hand reached out from under the cocoon of covers on the bed and slapped down on the nightstand before feeling around and hitting the button on top of the clock to turn off the alarm, soon after hitting another button to turn on the radio and tune in to a station playing music.

With a grown the pile of blankets started moving aside for a head of messy strawberry-blonde hair to immerge, letting out a yawn as she stretched the sleep out of her limbs and pushed herself out of bed for the day.

Alicia shuffled to her bathroom, softly nodding along to the music on the radio while she tamed her matted hair down with a brush before twisting it into a loose braid.

"You've got twenty minutes, Love!" A muffled voiced called from beyond the doorway of her room. "I fixed you some breakfast, it's on the table, you can get a few bites before you go!"

"Thanks Mum!" Alicia called back, peaking out of her bathroom doorway so her voice could be heard past the doorway of her whole bedroom.

after brushing her teeth and an outfit change, the girl made her way down the stairs to the kitchen table where a plate of toast and a cup of coffee sat waiting for her.

"'Licia, have you seen my keys?" her mother asked from the living room, diving a hand between the couch cushions.

"Did you try your purse yet?" Alicia asked, opening her moms purse and looking inside from where it sat on the counter.

"I did but I had no luck there-" Alicia cut her mom off when she spotted the set of keys on the other side of the counter next to the coffee pot.

"Found 'em. You must of set them down while you were making coffee" she pointed out, handing the keys over to her mom.

"oh, thanks, love." The woman sighed, giving her daughter a quick kiss on the cheek before grabbing her purse and heading to the front door. "right then, i'm heading to the office for the day, if you need anything just call my number."

"Right, have a good day at work, mum." Alicia nodded, sitting at the table and starting on her breakfast as the door shut behind her mother.

Soon enough she'd slipped on her shoes, plugged a pair of earbuds in and headed out the door herself, strolling down the street and through the town.

She paused her walk just before she had completely gone passed a blue police box stationed across the street just off the sidewalk in between two buildings. "Odd.." she mumbled to herself.

it seemed out of place like a sore thumb, the paint was a fresh bright blue and stood out against the brown-grey stone buildings nearby. She shrugged at it, assuming it must just be brand new, and kept walking.

Alicia soon stepped inside the town's public library, taking out her earbuds as she did so and making her way behind the counter, quickly tossing a lanyard over her head with her ID attached.

"Anderson, you're early." commented one of the librarians sorting through the returned pile of books gathered from the front mail slot. "you dont start for another-" she checked her watch "ten minutes? alright so youre not as early as i thought." she chuckled.

"better than being late, right?" alicia snickered.

"yeah well since youre here now, can i get you to make me a list of people and their late books?" the librarian asked, glancing over her shoulder at the young lady.

Alicia nodded before sitting herself in front of the computer she'd been stationed at behind the desk and typing away at the keyboard. she took some time going over what was on her screen, scribbling down on a pad of paper she'd pulled out next to her.

the sound of the library's door swishing open and the quick tapping of footsteps snapped her attention up from the monitor to the entrance to see a man walk in and stop at the front desk.

"excuse me, you lovely ladies wouldnt happen to know if this town has a giant satellite dish would you?" he asked, earning a confused look between alicia and the librarian.

"no, sir. im afraid not." the librarian replied.

"are you..some kind of repairman?" Alicia asked, tilting her head slightly in her confusion.

"you could say that. i'm the doctor." he said confidently. "ah well, i'll have to try something else then." he muttered before strolling back out of the library.

"what would a doctor even need a giant satellite dish for?" alicia questioned, going back to her task.

"oh i wouldnt mind him, hes likely just some quack from the next town over" the librarian spoke.

after the long day at the library sorting books, helping people search shelves and check out or renew a copy, Alicia was more than happy to head back home.

"right, i'll see you tomorrow then, misses Hannigan." alicia said to the librarian with a wave before heading outside. on her way back down the street she passed by the blue box again, only to see the self proclaimed doctor head inside it. she shook her head, thinking the police were just going to brush off whatever he had to call them for as a prank call, and kept going.

"mum, i'm home" alicia called out after she made in through the door.

"hey, love, im making supper." her mom called back from the kitchen. "figured we both had a long day so i tossed a pie in the oven." she stated, smiling at her daughter.

"sounds good. you know the weirdest man came in today" alicia spoke. "didnt come for any books just asked if we knew if there was a giant satellite in town, claimed he was 'The Doctor' and left when we said no."

"oh yeah? sounds like a strange man for sure, that one." her mom nodded along.

"yeah, but on my way home i saw him get into a police box. cant imagine they'd wanna hear about whatever his 'emergency' is" alicia snickered.

"well you never know, could be something unrelated." she mom pointed out.

"oh yeah, guess youre right." alicia shrugged. "should i put on our show?" she asked, walking into the living room and picking up the remote from off the coffee table, turning on the tv and starting to surf the chanels.

the next morning alicia once again slapped her alarm silent and sat up with a yawn, but before she pushed herself out of bed the paused. the song on the radio was the exact same as yesterday at the exact same time and the date on her calendar was the same as yesterday's.

she shrugged it off, guessing she must have tuned into a different station playing the same hits and forgot to cross out that day on the calendar before going to bed last night. 'it's just a coincidence' she thought as she crossed out the day and shuffled into her bathroom.

"You've got twenty minutes, Love!" her mom's muffled voiced called from beyond the doorway of her room. "I fixed you some breakfast, it's on the table, you can get a few bites before you go!"

"thanks...mum..?" alicia paused. didnt the same thing happen yesterday morning? her mom was supposed to have gone to work much earlier today wasnt she? "mum, are you taking the day off?" alicia asked, leaning into the hallway from her bedroom doorway now.

"no, love, why?" her mom asked from the bottom of the stairs. "you feeling alright?"

"nothing, im fine" alicia called back before shaking her head, trying to brush off the weird sense of deja vu and go through her morning routine again.

"'Licia, have you seen my keys?" her mom asked from the living room once she'd come down stairs.

Alicia looked at the kitchen counter next to the coffee pot and spotted the keys, picking them up and walking over to her mom with her hand extended out to give them to her. "you left them in the kitchen again"

"again? oh, well..thanks love" her mom nodded, taking the keys with a puzzled look before grabbing her purse from the kitchen and heading to the door. "right then, i'm heading to the office for the day, if you need anything just call my number." she said after slipping on her shoes.

"yeah..have a good day at work" alicia nodded, once again feeling that weird sense that this has all happened before as she sat down at the table and took a bite out of the toast that was waiting for her.

maybe today was just going to be a weird day.

[andrew-garfields-left-titty]

god, i love fanfiction SO MUCH. i love that there are people out in the great ethos of nerdy subcultures who are moved to write pieces of literature that often rival and surpass the canon media. i love it. i love writers. i love that everyone's experience with media and fandoms is so unique.

(also pls drop your favourite fics in the comments- no matter the fandom)

[dktrps]

"And in years to come, you might find yourself revisiting a few, but just... the old favourites, eh?"

— The Curator (The Day of the Doctor, 2013)

1 week to go...

[mercysong-tardis]

River Song an her daughter, Mercy Amelia Song (OC)

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Anyway I think these two deserve the world

I just really wanted to draw them side by side

drawing this made me realize just how funny it would have been when River finally realized who Mercy really was. She would have been so frustrated that she didn’t notice sooner 😂😂😂

[halaise]

Potions Gate

Part 1

"This girl... she's everywhere."

The Doctor and Clara wanted to take a little break, far away from adventures, Daleks, and disruptions in the space-time continuum. No place seemed more suitable than Vauxhall’s cafés and restaurants. Yet, amidst the wave of security and normality, the next conflict stepped into the spotlight.

Clara's eyes were fixed on the blonde hair of the woman behind the counter. She furrowed her brows and tried not to stare, but she couldn't manage it. Her rosy cheeks grew warmer as their eyes met. For a brief moment, a wave of heat coursed through the Doctor's companion, leaving her face bright red. She looked down, filled with shame and confusion. It took her a few moments before she dared to look up again. The blonde woman was now focused on drying a teapot, as if the eye contact had never happened.

It felt like a slap in the face, a slight to Clara. She could barely think about what to do next, when the Doctor spoke up in his usual admonishing, challenging tone.

"Flirting to send mating signals is something you might want to practice again, love."

Clara had thought it impossible to turn even redder, but her face must now have matched the color of Mr. Sweet. She looked at the Doctor, indignant. Green eyes twinkled mischievously back at her. She opened her mouth to retort, to throw something witty at him since she's usually quick and grounded. But as her mouth opened, she realized how dry her tongue felt. Not a single word escaped her throat. Almost embarrassed, she pressed her lips together and stared at her slender hands folded neatly in her lap.

"That's new," the Doctor's voice reached her ears like hot iron. He looked Clara up and down with a skeptical expression. His lips curved slightly before he pulled his sonic screwdriver from his jacket pocket and scanned her. His eyebrows knitted together, and his smile turned into a worried frown.

"Where do you know the waitress from? Details, Oswald, now!"

Clara could hear the concern in his voice, concern mixed with his typical urgency. He was still sitting in his chair, but it was only a matter of time before he would leap up, grab her arm, and drag her back to the TARDIS. Or so Clara thought.

"I don't know. I think I've seen her a thousand times. As a cashier, nurse, postwoman, fishmonger at the market. Everywhere, but somehow I don’t really remember."

Clara's voice grew fainter with every word. Her pupils dilated. A worrisome sight. As expected, the Doctor stood up the next moment, pulled Clara to her feet, and dragged her toward the exit.

"You head back to the TARDIS and i’ll go have a nice little chat."

The Doctor tilted his head slightly forward, a dark shadow falling over his eyes. His voice turned low, as if he had found a new monster. Clara, however, no longer felt flustered. The heat left her face, and her pupils returned to normal.

"I don’t think that will be necessary..."

Words of realization. Clara looked up at the Doctor, shaking her head slightly.

"...because she’s already gone."

He finished her thought, like a well-rehearsed team. One brain, one neural pathway.

In unison, they turned to look back into the café. It was empty. Only daylight lit the interior of the establishment. Metal tables and old wooden chairs looked far from inviting.

What sent shivers down their spines, however, wasn’t overpriced cakes or bitter coffee. A thick layer of dust covered every surface. Cobwebs adorned the corners of the ceilings. At their seats were two cups and two plates with the food they had ordered.

And a thick layer of mold.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: The Master finally captures his oldest enemy. But with him comes a peculiar young woman. A glitch in reality lets everyone forget Roka, making her a mere ghost in the TARDIS. Only the Master seems to be unaffected, and as Roka tries to free the Doctor, she gets closer to her enemy than she had ever expected.

Author: @tardis-ghost-blog

Note from mod: I was obsessed with this fic back in the day. Obsessed. This was back when I read on FF.net. I didn't have have an account, and I didn't know the update schedule. I'd just reload the page every few days to see if there'd been an update. It was definitely an interesting period of my life.

[levi-llama]

Space, Time, and the Psyche (1)

Tenth Doctor x Fem!OC / Part One

Rating: Explicit

CW/TW: Attempted suicide, references to domestic abuse, vomiting, drugs/alcohol, Let me know if I forgot any

Chapter one

I walked down the cold, January streets of Brooklyn. My 21st birthday was nearing closer, but my willpower was thinning. I couldn’t get my damn life together. Living back with my abusive parents wore me down, and today had been when the last thread -tethering me down to this world - broke.

“At least we aren't beating you!’ they said over and over, yet the next hour, my father would grip my arm until it bruised, screaming mere inches from my face, the spit coating my skin in a disgustingly sour warmth, “You are such a disappointment! Why don’t you save? Why don’t you ever leave your disgusting room! You filthy, shit!”

“My hours were cut! I’m trying, I really am!” I’d scream back, the unshed tears eagerly waiting to burst past the dam. 

“More fucking excuses! You obviously aren’t trying hard enough!”

His hand on my wrist would tighten until I screamed, “Stop! You're hurting me!”

It was as if - after that fight that happened moments before the present - brought back all the times he hurt me. Restricting the food I bought for dinner. He’d stay up till three o’clock to make sure I didn’t sneak down to eat the dinner I had missed. The only time I left the ‘moderate’ safety of my room was when I knew for a fact my father wouldn’t spot me, because I was scared of what he’d do, of what we’d both do.

So it’s 10:00pm, I’m walking alone, a half full bottle of antidepressants in my hand, and a bottle of some dumb expensive burbon I stole from my father, in the other. The idea of bringing a jacket, or slipping on shoes, completely leaving my mind as I numbly left the house. Wandering. Debating. Concluding.

I came to a stop when I spotted a small, out-of-sight alley. I sat on the ground, feet numb and unfeeling as I stumbled through uneven pavement, and litter. My tears finally exploded, In a wave of heartbreak and self-loathing. I was tired, oh-so tired. I leaned against a rundown building, taking a few big gulps of the bourbon before dumping the whole bottle of the, once useful, medication in my palm before tipping it back and swallowing the pills with a hefty amount of alcohol. 

–

I could feel myself slipping, fading in and out, seeing double out of my half-lidded eyes. The high of my body reacting to the substances making me drowsy. The shivering stopped hours ago - wait - or was it minutes? Seconds maybe? The sounds grew bleary as you heard heavy footfalls, shattering glass, and stepping on crinkly bags as they grew closer. 

My eyes finally failed me as I began to delve into slumber. That is, until I felt a dull slap to my cheek. I let out a weak, incoherent mumble.

“Wake up! Come on, open your eyes.” It sounded like the voice was underwater.

I tried to open my eyes, taking a bit for my eyelids to budge. When they finally did, my eyes couldn’t focus. My pupils rolled to the back of my head, my body trying to resist my last bit of livelihood. 

“Ohhh, no you don’t!” 

Am I moving? I vaguely feel a jolt. Is my soul being tugged out of my body, now? It’s so cold,  peaceful even. Is this it? Finally free from the mundane torture?

The dull splatter of vomit to a hard surface brought my ascending soul back to my waking shell. 

“That’s it. You’re okay. You’re alright now.” The masculine rambles of the mystery person enveloping me, made me snap my eyes open. His frantic petting of my head seems more of a gesture of soothing for himself rather than me. 

I kept coughing, hacking, gagging,and gasping, but it finally ended in groaning. It was then that I noticed his long fingers were pressing down on my messy tongue.

I finally collapsed into him, he removed his fingers, and let out a long shaky exhale. “What did you do?” I croaked.

“Mm? Made you purge. Had to get all that gunk out of your system.” He shrugged like It was life or death he just dealt with.

“Why.”

“I didn’t catch that?”

“Why did you do it?” I weakly whispered.

“What do you mean? You told me to..” His voice faded to non existence.

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Masterlist / Taglist

[absentfather]

Im thinking of bringing back my old doctor who fic on ao3 and rewriting it.

Idk, though, as it's mostly about an oc and Sarah Jane, so let me know if I should or not.

[someshittyassusername]

READ THIS!

This is my friend they only have one story currently. They have been working hard to write it its called dreamboat! Please read and support!

[partial-bouquet]

(covered in blood, thousand yard stare) new chapter posted

[teratocracy]

Weird Sisters - Chapter 1

My comrades leave no footprints. Their feet do not quite touch the ground. And so, one day, I started to describe it to them: How the red and purple sand burns my feet through my armour if I stand still for too long. How the creeping scorchweed stings my limbs, and how cool and soft is the yellow moss that clings to the boulders at the river’s edge.

I meant to be helpful but it irked them. It reminded them that I am different. Req finally ordered me to stop, and that was the final word. Except that Sen grinned at me and later confided that she would like to hear what grass and gravel feel like. So from then on Sen and would meet in a little hollow at the edge of the northern perimeter, among the patinated ruins of an ancient structure set into the hillside, a blasted out dome like half of a giant egg. There I tell Sen about the sand and grass, and also about wind and hail and how even in the winter the sunlight will blister my skin if I do not cover my face. I tell her about the softness of moss and of birds.

When I was small, and first realized that I was strange, I used to ask Am I one of you?

Whomever I asked, the answer was No.

So I would snarl and pout, as snappish as Req, until Moss took me aside one evening and explained:

You have never been like us, one of the Afterfolk. And so you cannot be a Green Eye. That is what the others mean. But I think that what you mean when you ask “Am I one of you?” is “Am I your ally and your comrade?”

Yes, I said. I watched her long grey hair drift in the air even though there was no breeze. Her eyes, which are not green but gold, glittered warmly in the evening light.

Moss is enormous: nearly a head taller than Req and half again as tall as Sen. Even now, the top of my head barely reaches above her waist. At the time, she towered high above me. Yet she cast no shadow, despite the angle of the setting suns.

You are, she told me. I could feel the weight of her sincerity in my mind. I despise you as I do myself, she said, playfully, trying to cheer me up. These are the closest words that any of us have to express the depth of feeling between us.

I said the same words to Sen once, as we sat together in the hollow. She grinned. I found myself reaching out toward her arm, just for an instant. A reflex.

She jerked away before we could touch. Her smile faltered and I felt her confusion, and then a strange emotion so horrible that I was afraid to ask about it. ***

Continue reading in chapter 2

I am working on a Dalek-centric fanfiction series called The Impossible Child....

[ritabs]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Doctor Who (2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: The Doctor & Original Female Character, Thirteenth Doctor/Yasmin Khan, Thirteenth Doctor & Original Female Character(s) of Color, Thirteenth Doctor & Dan Lewis (Doctor Who), Dan Lewis & Original Female Character(s) of Color, Yasmin Khan & Dan Lewis Characters: Yasmin Khan, Original Female Character(s) of Color, Thirteenth Doctor, The Doctor (Doctor Who), Dan Lewis (Doctor Who) Additional Tags: Adventure, Mystery, Black Character(s), Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Romance, Multiverse, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Explicit Language, Mild Language, Kidnapping, Alien Abduction, Self-Insert, kind of like just to establish the character, American South, United States, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, LGBTQ Character of Color, this is like 99 percent black coded btw, like I used my own experiences and pushed it into doctor who, Blood and Gore, Mild Gore, augmented humans - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Thirteenth Doctor Era, Yasmin Khan Loves the Thirteenth Doctor, Human Trafficking, Human Experimentation Summary:

The Doctor was in-between adventures, in-between arguments, and felt like she was in-between life. She needed something new to do when she stumbled upon a crack in-between the universes, it felt like a step in the right direction.

Shayla had two months and eight days until she graduation and actually started her life. She was on her third day of the last spring break of her undergrad year finishing her thesis when Jodi Whittaker, or her fucking twin, stumbled into her apartment claiming to be ‘Doctor Who’ and crashed on her couch. She never wanted any of this—she was content staying staying under the radar. But, the ended up getting swept into adventure.

[dktrps]

🥳 NAME REVEAL 🥳

Official title of Project Reinvention is… "Dktr Ps"! The story of where this name came from and what it even means is quite convoluted, and maybe I’ll tell it another time…

The logo which I ultimately chose for this is, as you may see an obvious example of my Moffat era bias, but don't worry! Everyone else will find something they'll like in what there is in store...

P.S. (pardon the pun) If you are wondering if the 'ABC' tag is a simple riff on BBC tag and a simple placeholder - it is not. All I can say for now is... spoilers 😊...

[theangelshavethephonebox]

All the stories I have heard

One shot, written from the pov of that one guy who gave Clara and 11 that vehicle thing in "the rings of akhaten".

[darkbluekies]

The origin of the ocs

Silas Achilleos:

I have always loved to write and read mafia fics. I wrote them before I wrote fanfiction, during fanfiction and now. When I created this account, I wanted a mafia man who's main characteristic was that he was kinky. I didn't like the ones I had read about that bent their partner over their lap for every little thing and that their entire relationship was built on sex. I wanted someone that felt human. So i made him in November 2022.

Silas name comes from a store I used to walk by all the time. I have no recollection of knowing about the name before I saw that store, so unconsiously the name must have come from there. I liked it because it was a name I hadn't been familiar with and I could "mold" the name to whatever I wanted, i had no connection to a certain person. I could make my own. His surname, Achilleos, was chosen because it reminded me of the character "achilles" and how he was untouchable besides one part of his body. Like this, i wanted darling to be Silas "achilles heel".

Silas personality comes from my want of something different. I wanted some humor, some drama, some weak spot. I made him childish, hypocritical, emotional. I didn't want him to be 2d.

Dr Karl Kry:

I have always loved the atmosphere of hospitals. I don't know why. They almost give me "backroom" vibes. I thought that it could be interesting to try to write about a doctor even though I have no medical knowledge. I have always loved to write characters that are weak and dependent on someone, which would work perfectly if I created a doctor. I created him in December 2022.

Dr Karl Kry's name comes from swedish. "Karl" means "man" and "Kry" means the opposite of being sick (not sure if english has the exact word). I thought that it could be fun if a doctor had that surname because only swedes/nordics would be able to get that little joke.

His personality is a bit of a mixture between the sterotypical swede and an opposite to what you think a doctor should be like. He's cold, quiet, doesn't like touch and is very modest while still being very professional and "sweet". He is quite old fashioned and carries traits that were normal then.

King Edmund of Vesanus

He wasn't supposed to be a character. I had gotten inspired to write the "Masquarade massacre/dance with death" oneshot because of a music video i used to watch when i was a kid (Eric Saade: Masquarade) and i wrote the oneshot in January 2023. It quickly became my most liked story so I decided to add him to the characters.

Edmund's name was originally Edward, but I have a character in one of my private novels with the same name and I thought that it would be weird for me if I named them the same thing. I decided to use a similar name and I decided upon Edmund. It sounded like it could belong to a royal. His kingdom "Vesanus" is in latin and means "mad/insane/frenzied" and I thoght that fit him extremely well.

His personality comes from the stereotypical spoiled king imagine, but I also wanted to make him ... human? He is a teenage boy who doesn't know who he is and only knows that he is the crown. He is lost and I think that shows. Edmund is ignorant, spoiled, rude and yet teasing, humorous, childish and caring.

Jerry (Yubin) Kim:

My first girl. She was created as a side character in a kpop mafia fanfiction i wrote back in 2020 and then reaccured in another kpop mafia fanfiction i wrote in 2021, although she was not a yandere back then. I loved her character and knew that I had to add her here.

Her name is special, to me. I don't remember why I named her Jerry, all I know is that I wanted a male name for a girl, and Jerry is a boy name that also feel like a girls name. That is the name she goes by, but her birth name is Yubin, although she doesn't go by that anymore. Her surname is a popular surname in korean, so that doesn't have much behind it.

Her personality is a rollercoaster. When I created her back in 2020, she was a bit different to what she is now. She was much happier, joked a lot, didn't have much darkness in her. She was pretty flat. Now that she's here, she has evolved into a much more human like character, much more rounded. She is a pretender. She feels one thing but pretends to feel different. All her joking persona isn't all real, she is pretty emotional. Jerry has many layers and many emotions she can't understand, she feels a lot of guilt, fear, love and hate, but presents a careless, joking girl to everyone else.

Hedwig Carter:

Hedwig is a character that was evolved from another character I was writing. In the beginning of this account, i tried out different kinds of characters to find the ones I wanted. I was writing a "quiet kid" yandere oneshot because I wanted this typical yandere setting, aka being in school. But I didn't like the character, I already had men (kry and silas) and I wanted it to feel like yandere simulator, so I scrapped that oneshot and created a girl. She wasn't supposed to be rich, but I decided to add it to have more to work with. I created her out on an evening walk in January 2023.

I don't like when characters who are supposed to be "normal" have "non-normal" names. I cannot imagine a girl who goes to school like everyone else having a name like "elowen", "amethyst" etc. i want the name to fit the situation and feel natural. Hedwig is one of those names. It feels wealthy, yet natural. It is distinctive, yet normal. The name Carter came to me when playing the game "titanic adventure out of time" when you have to go down to the cargo and the steward are like "YOURE A CARTER!!!" because the Carters owned the car that was on board the ship and a car in 1912 was expensive and etc. The name just stuck with me and felt like old money wealth, which she is.

Hedwig's personality is meant to be the opposite to Jerry, but they are quite alike too. Hedwig is sweet, innocent and loving. She doesn't like being mean. I wanted a rich popular girl that wasn't rude, entitled or a mean girl. Hedwig has a hard time controlling her emotions and can easily become "hysteric". I wanted an opposite to what's usually done - the rich popular girl is the one obsessed with someone instead of the other way around.

[lexosaurus]

Hello people who are getting into Danny Phantom through dpxdc!

I am not a dpxdc blog, but I am a gen dp blog. Here's a few things you should know about us:

👻 Most of us do not like Butch Hartman, the executive producer. We typically ignore him now. What you may not know is that while he was the "business guy" and the one who pitched the show, beloved artist and character designer Stephen Silver is actually the one who designed the characters for Danny Phantom (and, presumably, his team). Not only that, but he has also designed characters for many other shows of that era, including Kim Possible.

👻 Yes, we call ourselves the "phandom." We also, jokingly, sometimes put a ph in front of other things, like calling a fic a phic. It's a bit—don't take it too seriously.

👻 Yes, we have a subgenre of our fanfiction dubbed as the "dissection fic." While I may be a bit biased (as I've written a few), I think it's pretty good. You may enjoy it too if you like angst, who knows.

👻 No, you did not miss an episode, we collectively "made" an OC named Wes Weston who had the same character model as Danny but with a different color pallet. We just thought it was funny. You can read about his story here. The tl;dr is that he's the town crazy conspiracy theorist, he's the only one who knows Danny Fenton is Phantom, and he is constantly trying to prove it but nobody believes him. You remember Dib from Invader Zim? He's like Dib.

👻 On the contrary, you remember the finale of the show? That's okay, we don't either. Phantom Planet who? Never heard of her.

👻 But on the topic of adding things to fanon, the show's been off the air for decades. We're still around. Naturally, we've added things and made different AUs overtime. Different creators have different AUs they like, but you don't have to prescribe to any of them if you don't want. If you're confused about anything you see, feel free to pop me or anyone else an ask and we'd be happy to explain!

👻 There's also different bits of lore that were hinted on in canon that we've expanded. Things like ghost cores, half-ghost biology, worldbuilding with the ghost zone, ghosts having obsessions, dynamics at the school, etc. You're free to adopt or ignore whatever you'd like.

👻 The show is no ATLA, and it's a bit dated for its time, but overall it's a fairly fun background show you can throw on while you're cooking. If you've never seen an episode, I highly recommend watching at least a few fan favorites. I made a list here a while back, and I think it still holds up pretty well.

👻 We host a LOT of events. There's a full calendar of them here. You can assume these are crossover-friendly unless the event coordinators state otherwise (like in the case of phic phight). Feel free to join some!

Welcome, and have fun!