#fantasy patrol vlad

[aniketrrrr]

the hunt

[by-ag-mn]

I need to talk. Yes, I’m an adult (I’m almost 26) and I watch the Russian children’s cartoon “Fantasy Patrol,” but that’s not the point. For some reason, in the fandom of this cartoon they forget that the former villain Vlad remains an adult despite his new body and it is quite adequate to make him a couple with armor (yes, there are living armor), but not with the main underage heroines! Stop it, get some help pls! 😭

[ersh-ova]

screenshots of Aster having a huge crush on Vlad (I can't explain this otherwise)

[taimonromance]

Parallels between Transfer and Vlad

Transfer and Vlad are two characters who can change their appearance to others. I noticed a lot of similarities between them while watching. (P.S. Vlad is a character from the Russian cartoon "Fantasy Patrol")

1) They both obeyed someone

2) They both use a knife (or a dagger???) as a weapon

3) Their eyes glow

4) They get rid of the owners of appearance rather cruelly

5) They both ate apples at the fair

6) They were both temporary guides for the main characters, but then they left them

7) They were both caught by the dogs, but they were able to escape

8) This 💀💀💀

[the-sun-3]

Варя и Влад из сказочного патруля. Варю мы с сестрой рисовали вместе. Правая половина её, а левая моя. Влада рисовала она.

Varya and Vlad from the fantasy patrol. Varya, my sister and I drew together. The right half is it, and the left is mine. Vlad was painted by her.

[fandonnavyce]

Fic Masterpost

By Events

Ectoberhaunt 2023

Crossover Danuary 2024

DPxDC Ship Week2024 & Ship Week: After Dark 2024

Dannymay 2024 (WIP)

Patrol Partners 2024

Invisiobang 2024

Ghouls and Gangs 2024

Ecto-Implosion 2024

Fandom Trumps Hate 2024 (upcoming)

DPxDC, Dead on Main Series/AUs

My Love I Devour

and it's wider universe sequel series, The Wild Hunt

Cinderella Wonderland

Ghouls and Gangs 2024 - Hades and Persephone AU

Everything is posted on AO3, not everything is cross-posted on Tumblr

Ectoberhaunt 2023 AO3 Link

Day 2 - White Crow. Danny's a college student with some corvid friends. Dead on Main

My Love I Devour Series (In Timeline Chronology)

Day 4 - Zombies. Another Danny fixes Jason’s Pit Madness/Sick Ghost Core Fic, feat. the inherent homoeroticism of impromptu soul surgery. Rating: Mature. First in the My Love I Devour

Day 10: Occultism, Day 11: Dread vs Calm, Day 12: Obsession vs Repression, Day 13: Horror Flick - Sequel to Day 4

Day 17: Flesh, Day 18: Unravel vs Intertwine. Jason and Danny get down hot and heavy at a nightclub in the ghost zone. AO3 Series Link

Wild Hunt Series (Occurs post MLID)

Day 5 - Hunt. Ghost King Danny cordially invites you to the Wild Hunt, winner gets Constantine's entire soul - Danny's First Draft. DpxDc. First in the Wild Hunt Series

Day 19 - Claws. Danny needs Jason's brains (to write a royal invite) Sequel to Wild Hunt Part I.

Day 23: Magic, Day 26: Cults - The Ghost King summoning ritual is active for the first time in aeons. Constantine and Zatanna try it out and get more than they bargained for. AO3 Series Link

Crossover Danuary 2024 AO3 Link

Day 1 - Ben 10 Xover Tucker escapes Space Prison with the help of his two best friends

Day 1 - Another Ben 10 xover, the soft prequel. Ben meets an non-alien ET in a haunted forest

Day 2 - Atla Xover Hey, remember when Sokka got kidnapped into the Spirit World?

Day 4 - Cinderella Wonderland. A Cinderella and Alice in Wonderland Fandom Fusion but make it dpxdc, Dead on Main

Day 5 - The Owl House xover where The Collector becomes fast friends with a certain white haired girl on a day at the beach (Word of God part of the Cinderella Wonderland AU) AO3 Collection Link

DPxDC Ship Week and Ship Week: After Dark 2024

A continuation of Ectoberhaunt's Day17&18; it is the completion of part 3 of the MLID series. Can be read stand-alone more or less.

Part 1: Pleasures of the Flesh Ch 3

Part 2: Sweet Endings aka The Epilogue AO3 Fic Link

Part 3: Hunger. Smut. Jason has a sexual fantasy about Danny Written for Day 9 Dannymay2024 AO3 Link

Dannymay2024 AO3 Link

Day 2: Wish. Dead on Main Moodboard. Prayers are like wishes (you never know who's listening) so be careful for what you wish for.

Day 4: Wander. Dani Phantom Postcard. I'll wander far and long to where I wish to roam. But I won't forget to go and wander home Love, Dani

Day 9: Hunger. Dead on Main Smut.

Day 13: DnD AU. A Cleric casts Speak with Dead. The corpse's response is unusual. Pre-Everlasting Trio

Day 15: Field Trip. Everlasting Trio Field Trip through the Ghost Zone, ala Little Einsteins.

Patrol Partners 2024 AO3 Link

Need A Lift? A co-authored DPxDC Tim/Danny (Not Jason/Danny for once lol) fanfic. Aka the Brain Dead Meet Cute where where Tim and Danny are Trapped in An Elevator during a Rogue Attack.

Invisobang 2024 AO3 Link

Supernova Series A DPxDC Bang where The Fentons manage to create an interdimensional portal. But it wasn't to the Ghost Zone. At 14 years old, one teenage boy dies in a portal to Hueco Mundo.

The fic series where Danny Fenton is the freak accident to Kurosaki Ichigo's lab experiment, who's been living under the radar in Soul Society. At least until the Plot(TM) kicks off. Crossover Fusion with Bleach, that starts pre-Bleach Canon.

Ghouls and Gangs 2024 AO3 Link

In Death's Sweet Embrace: a Dead on Main, Hades and Persphone AU featuring non-traditional takes on A/B/O and the Sentinel&Guide AU

EctoImplosion 2024 AO3 Link

Forget-me-nots: Post-AGIT, Vlad has the niggling suspicion that he's forgotten something. Dan dismisses his concerns.

"If you forgot, I doubt it was something important." "Yeah, you're probably right," Vlad agrees.

Vlad only remembers what he forgot when Dani forcibly reminds him of her existence by crashing through his rooftop and into his and Dante's breakfast.

Tumblr Link

[ereborne]

1, 2, 4, 8, 12, 15, 17, 20, 26, 32, 44, 46 (weird or genre-defying books), 47, 50

Thank you for so many prompts!! This was so fun to do and now it is so long. I hope it's as good to read as it was to write out!

1) Name the best book you've read so far this year: I answered Aftermarket Afterlife by Seanan McGuire to digs just a moment ago, but I'm glad you asked too, because honorable mention goes to Inheritance by Nora Roberts. It came out in November, not technically 2024, but time is fake and 2024 is just beginning anyway, so I'm counting it. Inheritance starts pretty slow and for a bit I was wondering how it was going to manage a satisfying resolution, and then I realized she was doing something new! (unfair. she's been building to this since 2015, it's just that now is when it's starting to really click with me) Instead of a trilogy with three couples whose romance arcs each get centered in their own book, this is going to be a trilogy focusing on unraveling the family curse/haunting, with the four main characters growing tighter as a unit (and forming their two romantic pairs, of course) throughout. I really like the characters and I am delighted by the curse/haunt storytelling. Cannot wait to see more.

2) Favorite fantasy book(s): this is so hard. okay, okay, brief rundown. brief. I can do this. bookshelf by bookshelf, I think. we'll take as granted everything by Seanan McGuire, sure. Bayou Moon and Magic Strikes by Ilona Andrews. By the Sword and From a High Tower by Mercedes Lackey. Bryony and Roses and Summer in Orcus by T Kingfisher. The Blue Sword by Robin McKinley. Deep Wizardry by Diane Duane. The Long Patrol-Marlfox-Taggerung by Brian Jacques, which I always read in a shot as if they were one book. Similarly, the Protector of the Small and Magic Circle quartets by Tamora Pierce, and the Icewind Dale trilogy by RA Salvatore. Tangled Webs by Elaine Cunningham. The Return of the King by JRR Tolkien (really all the LotR trilogy, but even I cannot say I sit and read them all three straight through as if they were one). The Wee Free Men and Thud! by Terry Pratchett.

4) Favorite science fiction book(s): The Ship Who Sang and Dragonsdawn by Anne McCaffrey. Ancillary Mercy by Ann Leckie. Exit Strategy and Network Effect by Martha Wells. The Galaxy and the Ground Within by Becky Chambers. Rescues and the Rhyssa by TS Porter (also a favored queer fiction book, but I love the alien worldbuilding so much it has to be here)

8) Favorite queer fiction book(s): Humanity for Beginners by Faith Mudge. Nightvine by Felicia Davin. the Harwood Spellbook series by Stephanie Burgis (also a down-in-one-shot series). Holly and Oak by R Cooper.

12) Favorite horror book(s): I haven't read too many horror books, so my pool is limited here, but The Twisted Ones and The Hollow Places by T Kingfisher both gave me the shudders so bad.

15) Which genre(s) are your favorite? Fantasy! I love all the fantasy subgenres, and especially the magical realism overlaps.

17) Favorite finished book series: How finished is finished? A lot of my serieses are made up of several trilogy/quartet subsets together in a world. hmmmm. The Protector of the Small quartet again by Tamora Pierce, I think.

20) Where and how do you find new books to read? I mentioned in my reply to digs that I'm subscribed to a ton of newsletters, but I feel like I undersold their effect on me. I don't know how many I'm subscribed to--just sat here and off the top of my head counted to eighteen that post at least weekly and I'm so sure I'm missing some--and I love having that regular infusion of book progress and reviews and writing thoughts and commentary. I really do recommend that folks subscribe to their favorite authors.

26) Favorite novella(s): Silver Shark by Ilona Andrews. The Seven Brides-to-Be of Generalissimo Vlad by Victoria Goddard. Jackalope Wives by T Kingfisher.

32) Name your favorite author(s): massive overlap with everybody else I've listed here. who haven't I mentioned? Jennie Crusie, Jayne Ann Krentz, JD Robb (which is a Nora Roberts penname but they've got distinct enough works I want to list them out separate). Patricia Briggs, Patricia C Wrede, Max Gladstone, Gail Carriger, Nalini Singh. And Ed Greenwood, about half the time.

44) The book(s) whose stories have become part of your very makeup: The Lord of the Rings trilogy by JRR Tolkien. Watership Down by Richard Adams. Agnes and the Hitman by Jennifer Crusie. Silver Borne by Patricia Briggs. The Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchett. Phoenix & Ashes by Mercedes Lackey. The Hands of the Emperor by Victoria Goddard.

46) I like (weird or genre-defying books), recommend me a book to read, please: First thought was the Humans Are Weird series by Betty Adams, though that might not be what you mean. They're intensely fun collections of 'humans are space-orcs' style vignettes. Maybe more directly books that are weird would be the Craft Sequence series by Max Gladstone and Hammers on Bone by Cassandra Khaw. Very toothy complicated magical realism. And my favorite genre-blending books are always the Elemental Masters books by Mercedes Lackey. A Study in Sable for instance is equal parts a Sherlock Holmes story and a retelling of The Twa Sisters fairytale, and also a coherent installment in an ongoing historical fantasy series about elemental mages in early 1900s England.

47) What are the last three books you read? Indexing by Seanan McGuire, Die in Plain Sight by Elizabeth Lowell, Pirate's Honor by Chris A Jackson

50) What kind of book have you never read but always hope to find at some point in the future? This is such a fascinating question. I don't know that there's anything in particular that I've always wanted and never found, but there are things I'm always looking for more and better examples of. I'm extremely picky about soulmate AUs, so a good one especially captivates me. Oh, or a really well-handled impromptu adoption! Child characters and bureaucracy are both tricky to write and things I know a lot about, and when they're done well they hook me so hard.

[azellllllllllllllllll]

[alitheakorogane]

Day 4 - Stars

(Phantasmagorical World Upon A Wishing Stsr)

All of it was just a fake world constructed by a wish made on a shooting star, from a grieving teenage half-ghost who lost so much.

Will he woke up and go back to the real world, facing the fact that he will never be able to take back the happy world he once had? Or will he be stuck in an endless fantasy, a fake world his wish had made possible, forever?

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I had this wonderful AU idea that was inspired by the Picture Perfect Arc of Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun and Sky Patrol of Tomorrow by Mikansei-P.

What if the events of the Ultimate Enemy still happen, and Clockwork never fixed the timeline and gave Danny a second chance?

He still went to Vlad because of custody rights, but Danny tried hard not to repeat his mistakes that caused his family and friends to be killed. Devastated by his family and friends' death but doesn't want to become Dark Danny, he decided not to make his emotions go away by removing his ghost half, instead seeks out Desiree (the wishing ghost) to make his wish come true, to see his friends and family again.

He decided that he will wish at the same time as another major astronomical event come in, another meteor shower. He knew Desiree would be there and become powerful enough to grant his wish.

Desiree felt pity over the boy, but she can't resurrect them because she can't resurrect the dead (And on hindsight, she doesn't want Danny to interfere with her plans by stopping people from wishing and fight her). Instead, she placed Danny in a fake world where his family and friends are still alive, and time moves on.

Danny felt happy in a fake world with his loved ones still alive, while he was still struggling hiding his identity, but he felt that something's not right.

This AU explains that all what happened after The Ultimate Enemy to Phantom Planet was just a fake world that was designed by Desiree to distract Danny and help him cope with the loss of his loved ones.

That will explain why the whole world easily accepts Danny and hailed as a hero on Phantom Planet, the existence of a sentinent clone (Dani), why he was always winning against powerful ghosts easily and getting stronger, and why he can easily remove his powers and gained them on PP.

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This and the work I will do for prompt "Illusion" for Day 7 may be connected. The AU has a title (still subject to change): Phantasmagorical World. Since phantasmagoria mean fantasy or illusion, and it screams the word Phantom on it. 😂

[ayamari-no-goshi]

Verboten 15 | (T)

ff.net | AO3

Fandom: Danny Phantom (DP)

Summary: AU. When Danny was five years old, he went missing for 2 weeks. In the years that follow, his family tried to make sense of what happened, only for the truth to be discovered years later.

Warnings: rated T for violence, mentions of death, language. Be prepared for some very weird things

Parings: Danny/Sam

Notes: originally uploaded to Ff.net. Cross-posted to AO3 and tumblr. This fic is very heavily inspired by folklore surrounding mysterious wilderness disappearances

Chapter 15

It took almost twenty minutes for Danny’s mom to finish her tirade against the police. Watching her flip out on the officers was almost therapeutic, and by the time she was done, he was more amused then terrified. It made the actual interview much easier.

The police were initially skeptical, especially since his dad took the lead on explaining what happened. His childish excitement at getting to chase something made it sound like some made up fantasy, but that changed when Vlad gave his account. With his reputation, they were forced to take it seriously.

The older of the two officers, O’Brian, took the statements as his partner, Kiziah, reviewed the scene for any clues or evidence of how the creature got in the house. Other police offers were on the way to do a proper investigation.

“You’re the one that reported that murder… That was just, I guess it’s two days ago now,” O’Brian mentioned as he glanced at Danny, who nodded. “We chalked up the weirdness of your original statement due to shock, but if you’re telling me this thing is the same perp, I have no idea what we have on our hands.”

“I… I don’t really know if it was the same thing or not, but it looked like it.”

The officer frowned as his partner returned. “No obvious sign of a break in,” Kiziah stated, “but I don’t want to touch anything without an evidence kit. There’s definitely a weird substance in the living room and near the front door that will need analyzed.”

“You didn’t hear anything?” O’Brian looked back towards Danny and his parents.

“To be honest, our family tends to be heavy sleepers,” his mother explained as she gave him a sheepish grin. “Jack can sleep through almost anything, and I tend to wear earplugs.”

“And I am of the opposite,” Vlad stated as he made himself a cup of tea. “However, it wasn’t until I heard Daniel sprint up the stairs and bang on his parents’ door that I awoke.”

“Sorry about that.” Danny winced at he glanced at the man. Vlad didn’t seem as creepy as he had the previous day, but something still seemed off about him.

The man gave him a dismissive wave. “No worries, my dear boy. I believe your actions were more than understandable given the circumstances.”

“Err… I guess you want me to say if I heard anything?” Danny shook his head as the officers stared at him. “I didn’t. It… it was just a feeling, you know? Like when you get a sudden chill.” That statement was true enough. He figured it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to state the more paranormal aspect of it. “I thought I was just being paranoid until I looked down the stairs and that… that thing stared back at me.”

An awkward silence fell as O’Brian took some more notes. It was only broken when Kiziah received some sort of notification and moved to let the investigation team in. They quickly went to work examining the scene and looking for anything out of the ordinary. While they worked, an older man with a scar down the right side of his face took O’Brian and Kiziah aside and spoke with them. Once they finished, the older officer approached Danny and his family.

“I’m Lieutenant Metzger, and I’ve recently been put in charge of the investigation of the recent murders in the city. You’ve probably heard the rumors this is a serial case. Well, that’s true.” A muscle moved in the man’s cheek as he seemed to debate with himself over how much he could tell them. “Due to some of the details, we were under the impression these were ritualistic in nature and called in the FBI for some help.” He sighed before asking, “Is it okay if I sit?”

“Sure,” Danny’s mother shared a confused look with her husband before she asked the officer if he needed some coffee.

When he agreed, he waited until there was a cup in front of him to continue. “Look, I don’t want this being leaked. We don’t need people thinking the police force is wasting money on chasing fairy tales.” Once the Fenton family agreed, he continued, “You aren’t the first one to report something not quite human around the time of the incidences. Due to shock and figuring it was some sort of disguise, we originally disregarded that. However,” he glanced around before he leaned in, “one of my own officers gave a report earlier this week of glancing something inhuman. It actually attacked his patrol car before it vanished. On top of that, I don’t think whatever that thing spilled on your carpet has any sort of mundane explanation behind it.” He sighed and rubbed his eyes, “Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, I’m going to be frank with you. I would like to contract you for some sort of weapon for this thing. From previous experiences, I’m fully aware your… experiments don’t tend to do harm to people, so if… by the off chance, this isn’t something normal, we’ll have a way to stop it.”

Danny’s father immediately lit up in excitement. After rambling some idea, he ran down to the lab to act upon it before anyone could stop him.

“Don’t mind him,” his mother fondly chuckled. “Jack is very enthusiastic about our work.”

“I… uh… take that you’re willing to help us?”

“Oh, absolutely. If this thing is what we think it might possibly be, we were going to do that anyways. But I do need to ask you something. You mentioned you thought the attacks were ritual in nature. I’m not really sure how to ask this, but for those poor people, was there a part of the body missing?”

Metzger’s shoulders tensed at her question as his eyes narrowed. “How did you know about that?”

“Wait… wait, you’re telling me… that thing… what it was holding in its hand…” Danny couldn’t say it. The memory of the blood dripping from that thing’s hand temporarily overwhelmed him. He must have swayed as his mother gently put a hand on his shoulder.

“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. If you decide to go help your father, I think he’d gladly welcome the help.”

Danny shook his head at the suggestion. He needed to stay put. It just felt safer with her and the officers around. She must have somehow understood as she gave his shoulder a motherly squeeze.

“You didn’t answer my question.” An irritated edge crept into Metzger’s voice.

His mother calmly turned back to him and returned his gaze. “I didn’t until just now. After Danny relayed his story, it struck a chord with me, and I did some digging. There is folklore in different parts of the US which tells of creatures who steal the life of humans and often a part of the body. If… if that’s what’s happening, then we’re in trouble.”

“What do you think this thing is doing?”

“Nothing good. Throughout history, humankind has offered up blood and other bodily sacrifices to gods, spirits, monsters, and everything in between. While usually the Aztecs come to mind, you can find evidence of this around the world. It’s believed those sacrifices would either strengthen or appease whichever entity was the focus.”

“Maddie, are you suggesting this thing is doing something similar?”

She nodded. “I… We aren’t sure if this thing is trying to strengthen itself or if it’s taking its gains to something else.”

A different memory surfaced in Danny’s mind. “That… when we were being rescued… the… the person that helped us get back… he said the A-listers got targeted for their blood,” he stammered before he could stop himself.

Everyone in the room stared at him. He and his friends really hadn’t talked about Frostbite. They mentioned to the police they thought someone helped them, but purposely left it vague. With how disoriented they were when they were found, the police were under the impression the trauma obscured some of their memories. Well, the cat was out of the bag.

Matzger stared at him. “Are you telling me what happened to your classmates may be related to… to this thing?”

“I don’t know. Maybe? Like I told my mom before you came, the person who grabbed me and my friends isn’t the same… whatever that thing is. But, I don’t know what Dash and them encountered after we got separated.”

“Hmm… what about the person who helped you?”

Danny shook his head. “Not the same person. He called himself Frostbite, and…” How could he even explain Frostbite? He was a ghostly yeti with an ice arm for God’s sake! “I didn’t think he was real,” he eventually stated as he glanced down at his hands. “He was so friendly and helpful. He was so much different than that thing.”

“Honey, you never really talked about this Frostbite person before.” His mother tried to reach out for his hand, but he pulled away.

“I�� I thought he was a dream or hallucination or something for a while.” He hoped he sounded sincere. It was somewhat true after all. The fantastical nature of what happen still didn’t seem real to him, but he knew better. “I think he had helpers… there were other voices besides his.”

“That would line up with some of the evidence we have from your case,” Matzger stated as he rubbed his chin. “The injuries of you and your two friends were vastly different than the others who went missing which suggested multiple perpetrators. One of the other boys did mention that he thought they were rescued by a small group of people. I will have to take a closer look at the injuries of your classmates to determine whether or not they match up with our current victims. That should give us an idea if it’s the same thing or something different.”

“Sir,” officer Kiziah interrupted, “we’ve finished our initial sweep. We did have some trouble trying to keep Mr. Fenton out of the way in the basement area, but he’s promised to stay at the one table while we work. He’s apparently drafting some blueprints. Forensics is here and are working on collecting evidence. They’re hoping to talk to you.”

He sighed. “Thank you, Kiziah. Can you explain to them their options during our investigation progress?” After flashing them an apologetic smile which seemed out of place with his features, he told them he would be in touch and excused himself.

After shaking his head at his superior, Kiziah stated while the family could stay in the house during the investigation process, it had the possibility of accidentally contaminating evidence. He recommended for them to stay at a local hotel for a time.

Although his mother seemed hesitant to leave the house, she eventually agreed to head to a hotel after Vlad made a show of being concerned for the family’s safety. It took a bit of time to get his dad to leave the basement, but by the time seven am hit, Danny found himself in the best hotel in Amity Park, per Vlad’s firm recommendations.

After sending his friends a few texts to let them know what happened, that he was fine, and where he was, he told them he’d call them after he got some sleep. Although he wasn’t exactly happy he shared the room with Vlad, the pristine bed ended up being far more important to him than any worries.

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Several hours later, Danny woke up to one hundred and three texts, fifty-four missed calls, and eleven voicemails. Sam and Tucker had only one voicemail and call apiece and only a handful of texts. The rest were from his sister. Groaning, he sent Sam and Tucker messages to let them know he’d call them after he contacted his sister.

He really didn’t want to talk to Jazz at the moment. When she was scared, she became spastic, and a spastic Jazz was the last thing he wanted to deal with at the moment. Okay, the third to last think he wanted to deal with. The creepy thing and Plasmius took the top two places.

After taking several minutes to do everything other than call his sister, he finally buckled down and called her. As predicted, she spastically demanded to know if he was okay while berating him for not contacting her sooner. He just let her talk while making the occasional ‘uh huh’, ‘sorry,’ and ‘yeah.’ From experience, he knew it was better to let her get it out of her system.

He put Jazz on speaker while he attempted to find the hotel’s TV remote. Vlad didn’t seem to be in the room which really didn’t bother him. The man didn’t need to listen to Jazz flipping out after all. Eventually, he found the remote next to a message from Vlad stating he and his parents went to discuss something with the police and would be back with food.

“Danny, are you even listening to me?” Jazz demanded. He must have been quiet for too long.

“Uh? Yeah, I just happened to find a note Vlad left. You were saying something about how it was irresponsible for Dad to go running after the thing?”

“Wait, are you telling me you were left alone after everything that happened?”

“Jazz, I’m seventeen. I think I’m perfectly fine being alone for a few hours.”

“You were kidnapped by a crazy man and then were attacked in your own home! Do you really think it’s safe for you to be alone right now?” With that, she flew into a different tirade.

Knowing it would be a while, he decided the TV would be a preferable alternative to his upset sister. He turned it on only to have it immediately turn off. Thinking he accidentally doubled clicked the button, he tried again only to have the same result. Thinking the remote was damaged, he moved to try the button on the machine. Only, it turned on by itself. It and the lights began to dim and flicker, and his breath began to mist.

Glancing around, he watched as a girl emerged from the wall. At first, it seemed she didn’t notice him as she moved towards the opposite wall, but she stopped midway and faced him. She looked human but her entire body seemed insubstantial and almost wispy. Her skin, if it could be called that, was an unearthly white while her blue hair flickered like a flame.

She smirked at him while moving a little closer. “You shouldn’t be here, Baby Pop.” Her sultry and musical voice seemed far away, almost as if it was being broadcasted over an old radio. “Don’t know what you’re doing on this side of the veil, but you shouldn’t stay here.”

“What… what are you talking about? Who are you?” he stammered while vaguely registering Jazz asking him what was wrong.

“I like to slip to this side for some fun, but I might stick around a little longer this time. It’s already chaotic here, and a little more might do me some good. Besides, it seems I need to make a few people remember I still exist.” After appraising him, she gave another smile and headed back towards the wall. “You might want to get out while you can, Baby Pop. Things might get a little hot, and you new guys often aren’t strong enough to deal with the heat.”

“Hey, wait!” He tried to get her to stop, but she just vanished back into the wall. Unsure what to do, he stood in the center of the room dumbfounded until he realized his phone was still on speaker and his sister was calling for him.

“Hey, Jazz, I’m going to have to call you back,” he stated as he moved towards the door. “Something really weird just happened.” He hung up on her as he ran into the hallway looking for some evidence of the ghost.

He barely made it to the elevators when the fire alarm sounded. Not wanting to stick around, he quickly found the stairs and made his way to the lobby as the rest of the guests started to follow suit. By the time he reached the third floor, he began to smell smoke. There had to be a fire. Is that what that ghost meant? Did she somehow set it?

He really hoped that wasn’t the case. He really only needed on potentially supernatural thing causing problems in his life at a time.

[zorofly]

Do you hate shipping on Fantasy patrol?

Iam the shipper of Fantasy patrol! Ahah Vlad x Alena (Helena at eng sub) its the best <3 

[crownvetch92]

Light Eternal Chapter 3

Caeweth, Ingle, Frasil, and Levin grew even closer over the next few days.  Playing together, eating together, even sleeping in the same nest.  One day… or night?  It was hard to tell in the Forest of Eternal Night, Caeweth noticed her back was itching.  It was something even the straw in the nest couldn’t scratch.  She took to rubbing her back on the cave walls, and even that could’t scratch the itch.  Estelle noticed the odd behavior.

“Vat is vong little von?” Estelle cooed.

“My back is itchy.  It feels like something wants to come out, but can’t.”  Caeweth explained.

“Turn around,”  Estelle said, “Let me look.”

Amidst the red scratch marks left between her shoulders, glowing marks had appeared on her back.  They looked as if small wings were sprouting in small lumps just underneath her skin.

“Oh little von!” Estelle cheered, “Your vings are coming in!”

“But what does that mean for the itching?”

“I have somesink that vill bring comfort,” Estelle rummaged around a stash of small multicolored jars, “Here!  Zis should verk.”

She spread a floral scented mixture across Caeweth’s back.  It felt soothingly cool.  It did not take long for the small jar to run out, and the itching became even worse.  The itching sensation started to feel like a bad sunburn the more Caeweth rubbed and scratched.  The emerging lumps became ever bigger, making in even more uncomfortable for her to lie on her back as they grew.  

After about three more days of sporadic discomforted crying, pain, and itching, the wings emerged from their fairly large, blister like cysts, still covered in clear fluid.  The pain was mostly gone, yet the wings were still in a delicate state.  Like a newly emerged butterfly, Caeweth had to sit still for hours, allowing blood to fill out her new wings.  She felt dizzy as the circulation of her body had changed to accommodate her new extremities.

Caeweth whined in boredom, not being able to play with her baby sisters felt like a punishment.  With Estelle and Ragnar off on separate hunting trips, the cave chamber felt even more empty and dull.  Even Frasil was not pleased.  She paced by Caeweth’s nest, cooing and chirping.

“Sorry Frasil, Estelle says I gotta stay put till my wings fill out.”

Frasil seemed to understand, plopping down beside the nest as moral support.  Ava the jumping spider sat on the edge, weaving her silk into a soft cloth, and occasionally dabbing it on the Caeweth’s wings to help them dry faster.

Her new wings were a pale green color, like that of a luna moth.  They were crumpled when they emerged, yet were starting to smooth out.  There were 4 wings in total, two on each side.

Caeweth groaned in boredom, “How much longer is this gonna take?”

Arvak, who had been mostly ignoring Caeweth’s bored whining up till this point, replied with, “They will take as long as they need to.”

“But why does this take so looooong?”

“It would have been a longer process had you been a caterpillar, dear.”  Arvak replied in a motherly tone, “They spend months wrapped up in cocoons just sitting in one place till their bodies develop, and even then, it takes hours for their wings to fill out.”

“They must get so bored.”

Arvak merely shrugged her shoulders, “I have never spoken to a butterfly, or moth for that matter, so I do not know.”

Caeweth sighed, she looked over at Ingle and Levin, who were lazily wrestling next to Arvak.  Frasil had fallen asleep only seconds ago.  Arvak ushered Levin and Ingle over to the nest.

“I have an idea,” Arvak cooed soothingly, “Why don’t you take a nap?”

“I’m not tired”

Arvak tapped her chin thoughtfully, “Then how about I tell you the story of how Ragnar and I first met?”

Caeweth perked up, “A story?”

“Yes.  It was a long time ago, I believe directly after the last ice age as humanity started building cities, making it easier for me to avoid them, at least for the moment.  Back when Faeries were revered in one way or another.”

“How old were you?”

“About one century, no bigger than a horse.”

“What’s a horse?”

“I’ll have Estelle show you when she gets back.”

“Is it big?”

“For a dragon, no, but for a fairy, yes.  Now let me continue.  I was patrolling my territory when I caught scent of an intruder.  Oh I followed him for days, always one step behind him.  I followed him through thickets, rivers, and forests, until one day he slipped up.  I spotted him feasting on a fresh kill, a thin, yet muscular, and rather handsome red dragon.”

Arvak chuckled.

“He looked at me with fiery yellow eyes, muttering only a single word: ‘Leave’.

I was taken aback by the sheer audacity, how dare he trespass on my territory, kill my prey, and tell me to leave?

‘You speak to me as if I committed wrongs,’ I growled at him, ‘While you sit there feasting on my prey, in my territory.’

’Tis my land now, whelp,’ he told me, ‘Find another patch.’

It was then I noticed open wounds on his scaled hide, clearly made by a weapon, not by tooth nor claw.

‘Mortals?’ I said.

‘It matters not, leave before I rend you to pieces.’

Injured opponent or not, I was prepared to defend my land.

‘Then fight me,’ I said, ‘Prove you are worthy, or leave now and spare yourself more pain and humiliation.’

‘As you wish, whelp.’”

“And you fought?”

“Indeed, although I was smaller then, I was still quite strong and agile.  You do need to understand, magic is not as powerful in the mortal realm as it is here, so my ice attacks were considerably weaker.  As for Ragnar, the mortal’s weapons had done their damage, leaving him weak.  We fought till sunrise the next day, and he conceded defeat.

‘You fight well whelp,’ he told me, ‘I am impressed.  Mayhap's you would consider being my mate?’

I was taken aback by his request.  I did not know how to properly answer.

‘Leave now,’ I simply growled back.

‘Fine,’ he said, ‘but I will return.’

I thought that was the end, that he would be gone.  However, a dragon always keeps to their word.  He returned several times, bearing gifts, performing mating dances, it all seemed so ridiculous to me at the time.  Each day he appeared, I would humor his little fantasy before chasing him off.  Then one day, he didn’t appear.  I admit my heart became slightly tinged with worry.  The next day was the same, Ragnar didn’t come.  I thought he would have given up.  I admit it had gotten a little lonely without his awkward antics.  It was that third day I saw him again, but this time something was off.  His wings had become broken, tattered, and bloody, and he bore a wretched iron collar on his neck.  This was clearly the work of mortals.  He just lay there, barely breathing.

‘Ragnar…’

I looked him up and down as he opened his eye slightly.  He chuckled weakly as he told me everything he had been through.”

“What happened”

“I was getting there.  He made the mistake of wandering too close to a mortal settlement.  Now mortals, while mostly harmless and fearful creatures creatures, have a tendency to fight like ants.  They gather together to overwhelm their quarry, and try to tame the beasts outside of their walls.  They shot him with arrows to subdue him, while clapping that iron collar on his neck in a feeble attempt capture him.  Whatever their plans were had been foiled when he melted the chains with his fire breath, and used his remaining strength to run all the way to my land.

‘I didn’t think you’d come find me,’ he told me.

‘My heart grew lonely,’ I said, ‘Rest now, you are safe here.’

It took several days for him to regain his strength.  We grew ever closer as a mated pair.  As it turns out, having him around made my life easier.  We stayed in that territory for a long time, until the humans came too close, and we left for the Fae world, ending up here, where we raised several clutches of eggs.”

“Are all mortals bad?”

“I would be lying if I said yes.”

“So there are nice mortals too?”

“Yes, but I would try to steer clear of all mortals, no matter how nice they appear.”

“Ve have returned!”  Estelle’s voice echoed through the cave chamber, “Roast partridge for my little baby, somesink different zan fruit for a growing Caeveth.”

Ragnar just rolled his yellow eyes, unceremoniously plopping two large deer on the floor.

Estelle inspected Caeweth’s new wings.  The story had worked to entertain her enough, and her wings were now fully extended, yet still small in size.

“I trust zer vasn’t any problems, Arvak?”  Estelle chirped.

“She doesn’t complain as much as Ragnar,”  Arvak replied, “The cave was almost too quiet.”

“Hey!” Ragnar growled.

“Now zen, vonce zese vings have grown out fully, ve can begin flying lessons.”  Estelle announced.

“How can you teach me when your wings are different from mine?”  Caeweth questioned.

“Vell,” Estelle said, “I vasn’t able to tell you before, but I can shape shift.  Zat means I can become vatever I vant.”

Estelle demonstrated her ability, turning into a practically nude, shapely, seductive young looking woman with ample breasts and wide hips.  Startled, Arvak tried her best to cover Caeweth’s innocent young eyes.

“Maybe something with more… covering?”  Arvak requested.

“Ugh, Vine.”

Estelle morphed into a harpy this time, with feathers covering her slender feminine torso.

“Zer, happy now Arvak?”  Estelle Placed her clawed hands on her hips in annoyance.

“Can you turn into a horse?” Caeweth chirped excitedly.

“Alvight,”  Estelle changed again.

“Horses are so pretty!” Caeweth cheered, running over to Estelle.

“Vat brought zis on?” Estelle questioned Arvak.

“I told her the story of how I met Ragnar,”  Arvak explained, “I mentioned that I was no bigger than a horse, and she wanted to see it.”

“Arvak, are you sure zat story is appropriate for children?”

“Are you sure turning into a naked temptress is appropriate for children?”

“Touché…”  Estelle reverted into her bat form, “Vell, at least she knows vat some mortals look like.”

“Some mortals,”  Ragnar said, pausing from his meal, “Other mortals offended my eyes.”

“Vell just be glad it vasn’t somesing profanely offensive to your delicate senses.”

“Like Vlad Dracula?” Ragnar chided.

“Ve don’t talk about him,” Estelle hissed.

“Still sore about him aren’t we?”

“And to sink I ever considered courtship vith him,”  Estelle huffed as she started to dinner for both herself and Caeweth, “Zat could have been a disaster.”

“Can you tell me what happened Estelle?” Caeweth asked.

Estelle paused, carefully considering the request.

“Ven you are older.”

Supper was spent exchanging old stories, and laughing over old foibles.  With her wings fully dried and extended Caeweth played with her sisters once again, before they all curled up in their shared nest.

[ersh-ova]

Wings of Fire × Fantasy patrol Crossover art

Context: Alyonka (Helen), the magic girl, and Vlad, the human and also ex-shapeshifter, fight evil wizard called the Vizier. They try to take him down and destroy the magic musical instrument (i've no idea what this thing is) he's holding. Alyonka uses her fire powers, Vlad uses a dagger. Also Alyonka is REALLY enranged cause she thinks that the Vizier was the one who turned her parents into stone (btw they're on the bc).

some other versions

/btw, the Vizier is actually not a villain. He's a cool guy, but he just never told anyone his plans.

[ave-aria]

Fandom: Danny Phantom Character: Valerie Gray Ships: None Length: 1,522 words, Complete Genre: Angst/Horror Rating: T. Self harm, body horror, sleepwalking, manipulation and control Notes: Happy Angst Day!

 The Red Huntress's Suit

 -Her new suit isn't like her old one. The difference is worlds apart.

 -She summons it with a thought. Usually, the desire to hunt ghosts. It wraps around her like a glove and shimmers into existence. Weapons materialize and dematerialize on her slightest whim.

 -Valerie has a little trouble activating it, at first. Back in Axiom Labs, the suit had just… regenerated, spontaneously, unexpectedly. She'd been too focused back then on Phantom to ask how or why; she just dove into space after him. Now she has to do trial-and-error to figure out what activates the suit and what doesn't.

 -Once Val gets the hang of it, she's pleased—she'll no longer have to do the Amity Park equivalent of quick-changes-in-telephone-booths anymore.

 -The suit seems to vanish when she's not using it. Valerie sometimes wonders where it goes. Nano-technology, she thinks. It's melded into her flesh—it's part of her now. She cannot take it off.

-Emotions seem to charge it. Once, she activates it when she stubs her toe.

 -(She might need to learn to control her anger. Or at least stop yelling Fight Me! at frustrating inanimate objects.)

-There's a voice in her head now, or maybe an instinct inside that lets her feel the data her suit puts out.

-She finds, delightfully, that she can tune into radio stations. They play in her head. She can listen to police scanners, or to music while she's out on patrol.

-Her old fashion-forward habits make her wonder if she can change the suit's appearance. Maybe she doesn't feel like wearing red every day, you know?

-She can. The suit will mould itself into whatever color or shape she desires. The changes revert every time she summons it, though. In the end she lets it go; it's too much work, and the suit looks fine as it is—the red and black design makes her feel powerful, deadly. She focuses less on appearance, more on hunting, instead.

-The suit is a marvel. Super Strength. Amplified reflexes. A weapon's vault that would put anyone's to shame. She can now take on ghosts that can destroy streets, topple buildings. Ghosts that can tear a person in two. Her foes are formidable, but she is always the victor.

-Her prowess is rewarding. Her victories, her triumphs—they feel so much more real than the D's and F's that litter her report card.

-Hunting takes up so much of her time. She considers dropping out of school.

-Her father gets mad at her when she doesn't come home some nights. He can't take the suit away from her anymore, and instead argues with her. She argues back. "Ghost hunting is part of who I am, Dad!" she says. "I'm not going to stop!"

-She's the best hunter in Amity Park, by a mile. She could do it in her sleep.

-She punches harder. Tires less. Val, already in tip-top shape, becomes capable of feats that are almost superhuman.

-In fights, she can feel the suit's powers coursing through her veins. She likes it.

-Whenever a ghost is near, the she can sense its presence. The datavoice in her head pulses, pushes her towards her target, urging her to fight.

-The weapons self-repair. The suit, when gashed, grows back in time.

-When she gets injured, she finds the suit self-repairs her, too. The wounds heal overnight, the skin grows back pink and shiny and just-so-slightly… off. The skin feels rubbery, almost synthetic, and—

-…She doesn't like it, she doesn't like—

-Valerie lies awake in the dark, unable to sleep. There's an itch beneath her skin, and she thinks she can feel the nanites and the ectoplasm in her blood, like insects crawling, there.

-She doesn't sleep for a few days.

-She thinks back to when she got the suit. The second ghost (Technus? Is that right? She can't recall its name) gave it to her so she would distract Phantom for him. That much is clear. She wonders again why the ghost would arm her, she wonders if she's being used, but—she discards the thought. Doesn't like where it's taking her.

-It doesn't matter where this gift came from, or what it's capable of. Valerie is going to use it to hunt ghosts, to rid the world of evil, and that's the end of that.

-She throws herself back into hunting.

-Her head is clear when she fights. She doesn't have to think about the past, or her future—only the here and now. She fights through the night, every night, for a week.

-"Maybe you should take a break," her father suggests, quietly, on one of the few evenings they're both at home. He should know better than to bring the subject up. She leaves without a word.

-One particularly nasty ghost fight breaks half her gear. When she summons it in the next fight, it's still damaged. She tries not to panic, but inside, she cannot stop. She hadn't realized her suit had limits. She doesn't realize she has limits, too.

-Days after, the pink scars peel off like a sunburn, leaving unmarred brown skin beneath. The itching sensation fades.

-Finally, her gear repairs itself. Her gear had never been unfixable, she realizes. There had just been so much to fix. That night, she hesitates before plunging into battle, but when she dives in, adrenaline takes over, and her mind goes clear.

-There are more ghosts now. Stronger ghosts. Some days, even Phantom can't keep up.

-She has more scars now. Pink ones, all down her back. She can't feel a thing.

-She crashes one night, falls headfirst into bed. Sleeps a full 24 hours straight. She needed it badly, too.

-She's still tired when she wakes up. She's still tired.

-Valerie tries to take her father's advice. A break. She goes to a party rather than out on patrol. The crowd is thick and the lights are dim. She tries to dance to the beat. All she can hear is a pounding in her head, urging her to fight; Level 5 ghost, 2.4 miles NE—Level 5 ghost, 2.4 miles NE…

-She wakes up in an alleyway. She doesn't remember fighting, but her ghost containment thermos is full up to the brim.

-Her suit, Valerie realizes, recharges her. Whether it injects her with adrenaline or steroids or some unearthly ghost power, she doesn't know. She can fight for hours, weary to the bone, and it won't let her fall. Her rage and the suit keeps her going. She cannot stop now.

-She cannot stop ever.

-Valerie doesn't work at the Nasty Burger anymore. When she needs money, she does Mr. Masters a favor or two. She isn't saving for college anymore. She doesn't know when her future fell by the wayside. Hunting is her full-time job.

-"Do enough favors," Vlad says, "And I'll work some magic to get your father out of the slums."

-Her father always knew what was best for her, even when Valerie didn't. He was right about the ghost hunting, even. She's in too deep to stop now. But maybe she can give him what he deserves.

-The paper and the tabloids write articles, and she's on the front page. They compare her skill to others; they think she is on par with Phantom. As they should.

-Her dad sees her more in the news than he does face-to-face. It saddens her, but only a little.

-She'll get him a mansion someday. Or at least a house of his own.

-Amity Park is encased in vines. An unexpected attack. While she struggles to break through the town's perimeter, Phantom, out of nowhere, makes ice.

-Phantom, Valerie realizes with a start, is powerful enough to take the town if he wanted. Phantom hasn't been on her hit list, lately. She's let that fall by the wayside, too. How could this happen?

-Valerie begins to study Phantom's movements once more.

-Sometimes, she misses school. In a nostalgic way. She misses the halls, her books, her friends. She's long since dropped out.

-Now, though—when she swings by on her jetsled, the track field is covered in banners and ribbons. Her nose crinkles in disgust. A beauty pageant. On reflection, school is a waste of time, and she's glad to be rid of it.

-That night on patrol, a ghost claw catches her face, raking across her eye. Pink scars greet her in the mirror the next morning. They'll be gone soon.

-She's still tired.

-When Nocturne's goons drag her under, she hasn't slept in days. While others are trapped in fantasies, Valerie sleeps a dreamless sleep.

-When she wakes, she wakes up angry. Her anger propels her on.

-(Or maybe it isn't her anger. Maybe it's adrenaline. Maybe it's just the suit? Is it part of her, anymore?)

-A week later, she returns home, sights and sounds blurring together in an uncohesive mess. Her body still clings to her fight reflex, and when she feels a hand on her shoulder—her dad's, warm and comforting—she nearly decks him.

-In private hours, Valerie wonders, is this really me? My instinct? My willpower? Or am I just a puppet controlled by something, or someone else? Because this isn't me. I would never do this. Never.

-She tries to unequip the suit. It vanishes, just like always. She cannot take it off.

-Level 8 ghost, 14 miles SE—Level 8 ghost, 14 miles SE—Lev—

-Trapped in a crazed, sleepless fit, she tries to dig a knife under her skin, tries to find where that itching is coming from. All she earns for her trouble are more pink scars.

-Some days, she wonders if the suit is in control. Other days, she knows.

-She doesn't know where the suit ends and Valerie begins. It's been a part of her so long, she's somehow erased the line. Hunting brings her pride, sure. But she cannot disengage. She's become more obsessed with Hunting than even the ghosts she fights.

-Ghost hunting is part of her, now.

-She cannot take it off.