#halfa trio au

[surelysilly]

once in awhile you get shown the light (in the strangest of places if you look at it right)

Good things come in threes. Bad things too. Everything will be the way it is supposed to be. (Danny, Sam, and Tucker don’t remember being human. And that’s okay. Until it isn’t.)

with nearly a decade of vague consciousness... i finally write something for my halfa trio au!!! and for invisobang 2024!!

I have lovely art created by my two artists: @mysteryhat21 and @evilfarmin for each chapter!! so exciting!!! please make sure to check them out, the art is amazing <3

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Afterlife Lessons Masterlist

For your convenience, all of the chapters linked below!

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Epilogue

[fairytale-of-fear]

More DP fanart, specifically my Halfa everlasting trio au. This time Halfa Sam and Liminal Valerie. A.K.A Lemures and Valkyrie.

Thoughts I had while making this were Lets Go Lesbians and “Girlfriends who threatened enemies together stay together”.

[kriber]

because i kept forgetting to do it earlier here are my pieces for the @dpauzine!!!! had a lot of fun working on these lil sticker and emoji sets :) check out the full zine here!

[daydreaming-bee]

I know that lots of people are obsessed with Danny as the Ghost King; I am also one of these people. But I also want more people to go into Tucker being a reincarnation of a pharaoh, maybe meeting some Egyptian Ghosts or Sam getting plant powers, because she was controlled by Undergrowth!

Or even better because of these encounters with ghosts overshadowing them, they become liminal or halfa’s. I just love thinking about the trio becoming more close because of this!

(Also if anyone has any AO3 fanfic recommendations along these lines please share)

[coldbronzemoon]

Stringing Electricity

Danny died in one quick second, brutal, agonizing, fast. There was no time to panic, to fear, to scream. The portal formed. Danny Fenton died. The end.

His friends were standing just outside the rip across planes. They wore no protections, had no time to turn away from the powerful blast of energy and emotion that had just swallowed their friend whole. The whole lab was green and burning bright; a localized explosion of power.

Of course such close proximity would have consequences. The prototype of two decades past did, and it was barely a speck of dust compared to the strength of the newest dimensional portal. It would be a miracle, escaping change when standing in the nearest radius of harm.

Sam and Tucker didn’t think of it at the time. How could they? They were a bit busy screaming at the sight of Danny’s collapsed, smoking body, and then busy screaming at him getting back up. It was a trying night. It was the most trying, terrible night any of them had ever experienced.

So, that had to be why Sam felt sick, her hands shaking and her heart in her throat. That had to be why when Tucker breathed in the air felt ragged, burning, like gasping after choking, why his muscles twitched and jumped. That’s why his head hurt like something had been stabbed through his temple. They were scared. They were worried.

Their best friend had just died and stood back up. Now wasn’t the time for them to wallow in their own feelings.

Hauling his shaky body up the stairs two times was hard. Danny gasped and heaved and cried. He was cold, so cold, and shocking to the touch. His eyes gleamed in the low light of a quiet house. He clung to them like a lifeline, his fingers stiff and grip unyielding.

(“I’m going to call—” Tucker had started, hushed, eyes wet and bright.

“Please don’t,” whispered Danny, His voice was distant, echoing. “Please don’t, please, please, please—”

Tucker didn’t call the Fenton parents. He didn’t call 911. He didn’t call anyone.)

They dropped him on the bed, took pajamas from his closet, and told him to try to change out of the HAZMAT suit. Terrible fucking suit, Tucker thought, since it didn’t even protect him. There wasn’t a suit in the world that could have protected Danny, and he knew that. He couldn’t help the anger, sharp and crackling, that sat in his chest.

While Tucker stood at the door, angry, afraid, Sam went down to the kitchen. Her combat boots didn’t thud on the stairs like they should. She was too busy firmly not crying to notice. She was too busy being angry, so angry, too angry. With grasping reach, she tried to find a place to put the anger. Nothing felt right.

She took a cup from the cupboard. It nearly slipped and fell from her trembling fingers. Shock, Sam thought, and nearly let out a hysterical laugh at the thought of the lightning at the edges of the portal. The cup didn’t slip. She filled it with tap water and kept her grip the whole way back upstairs.

Sam didn’t scream when Tucker’s eyes flashed towards her in the dark. It was a trick of the light from the moon out the window. Sometimes people’s eyes looked different, in different lighting. Tucker’s eyes were fine. They were blue, not gold. Unbeknownst to her, Tucker thought the same things about purple eyes gleaming pink.

There was nothing wrong with either of them. There couldn’t be. They were too busy with Danny.

(If they had tried to turn on the lights at any point, they would have found nothing happened. Blackout. Power surges like a horrifyingly complex portal could create often resulted in such. It never occurred to them to try in the first place. The darkness was right, for this moment. This wasn’t a matter to grapple with in artificial daylight. Darkness was quiet, and cold, and held its secrets.)

Tucker cracked open the door and listened for a whispered assurance. It came, so he let Sam shuffle in and followed after, putting his hand in one of his cargo pants’ pockets. He pulled out a granola bar just as Sam sternly ordered Danny to drink the whole cup.

Danny said he wasn’t thirsty. He said he wasn’t hungry, after Tucker dropped the bar in his other hand. Tucker sympathized, but started Danny down with Sam all the same.

There was more they should be doing. Danny had been shocked bad enough to collapse, heartbeat weak and faltering in his chest. Heartbeat gone, for a few terror-filled seconds. Neither Tucker and Sam had any idea what else they could do. They were just fourteen.

Danny drank the water and ate the granola bar. He wrapped his comforter around himself so tightly it was a wonder he could still breath. There were no complaints from him when Sam, still shaking, and Tucker, still twitching, thumped onto the bed alongside him. They were warm, much warmer than him.

He didn’t want to talk. He didn’t want to listen to them talk. So Danny shoved his face in his pillows, ignored how cold he was, how hot he felt, and tried to go to sleep.

Somehow, he managed, and his friends followed after him.

(When Sam wakes up with the dawn as she always does, her breath stutters in her chest, and she feels like there is something in her torso, something in her ribs, shifting and jolting. She feels all at once too light and heavy as lead. Her eyes burn, and burn, and burn, and when she opens them after pressing the heels of her palm against them, she expects more than the plain colors of the bedroom she sees. She does not remember her dreams, fracturing and slow and prophetic as they are.

When Tucker wakes up after her, due to her shifting frame, his headache is still there, dull and pulsing. He feels hot, but that heat feels right, like the familiar sun beating down on his head. Phantom grain and grit scrape against his skin, where underneath his body buzzes like a livewire. He does not remember his dreams—his memories—of sunbaked sand and glinting jewels, of work and order and divine purpose. He will never recall the rituals held after his first death, begging that their ruler hold inhuman power in the next world as he did in the old one. He might curse his once-followers if he did. Or he might not.

When Danny wakes up last, hours after Sam and Tucker had gone downstairs to lie to the distracted Drs Fenton, he wakes up slowly. He is cold, and breathless, and floating two inches off of his own bed. The only reason he doesn’t scream is that sudden intangibility robs the air from his lungs. He turns solid, drops on the bed, and resolves that it was a hallucination. The taught string between him and his best friends, his confidants, the only people who could understand— that should be a hallucination too. He lets himself believe it’s real, because he can’t imagine such a thing being wrong. He does not remember his nightmares.

The three of them were always going to make it through this night, through the following years, together. There was no other option. (There were thousands of options.) But the power running through them, the bond tying them together like beads on a cord, helped in many ways. They were stronger together, smarter together, unstoppable together. A weight distributed to many hands was a light weight to carry.

Sam and Tucker did not have the pleasure of instant death. It would take weeks. It would be painful. At the end, there would be three more of an extraordinary species in the world.

Good things always come in threes.

ao3: them and you and me (stringing electricity)

[briarruler]

I was considering why Sam and Tucker might need Danny to trigger their transformation when I saw this gif and realized the Fenton's Ghost Portal activation had a kawoosh that Sam and Tucker could have been caught in.

This neatly solves several problems.

How did they become half-ghosts? They were standing in front of the Portal when it activated and were hit by the ectoplasmic backwash. Why are their transformations tied to Danny? Because he was inside the Portal when it activated and all of the ectoplasm that hits them went through him first. Why don't they have Ecto-Acne? Because even though they got blasted by a ghost portal like Vlad, unlike him, the ectoplasm that hit them didn't have any contaminants.

There are several semi-related AU ideas could use the Fenton Portal's activation kawoosh as their divergent point.

[ladylynse]

i dont know if this has been asked before or if someone has had a similar idea, but what if all three of the main trio in dp where inside the portal when it turned on?

"tuck could you bring that light over here?"

*tuck distracted by new P.A. walks in with the wrong thing and knock over danny in the dark*

sam has to bring the flashlight inside and either she leans on the button, turning the machine on, or danny does as he gets up from the ground and puts his hand on the button

I've seen that idea around! Halfa trio AU maybe? Something like that. It's fun, anyway.

It's a nice way of instantly making them better friends because they're suddenly all struggling to figure this out together. Danny's not alone in this anymore. They understand and simultaneously don't understand what's going on completely, and they each try to come up with excuses their parents will believe. (Danny really has it the easiest on this front.)

Plus, it's harder for the little voice in their head to say that they're the ones to blame for what happened because it was a collective sort of mishap. They all should have paid more attention or been more careful or not egged each other on, and they're all sharing tips on how to get through this and figure it out--how to make sure the pen they're trying to hold stays in their hand for the entirety of their test, how to keep from accidentally scorching something with an ectoblast when they're angry, how to regain visibility after turning invisible in a fit of embarrassment or fear or some other strong emotion that triggered their powers without them consciously triggering them. (The ghost sense would be useless if they set each other off, though, but maybe only Danny has that, and the other two have different abilities. Not like we haven't seen plant- and technology-based powers, and since ice powers have absolutely nothing to do with the accident, it's easy enough to explain away individual powers unrelated to that.)

[kobol1]

I just had a thought of the Everlasting Trio and Jazz all being Halfa’s. I find it funny that Jack AND Maddie didn’t realize that their children and friends are half ghosts.

Oh hey, thanks for the ask! I love getting these. :D

Yeah, it is funny that Jack and Maddie don't realize that their children and their children's friends are half-ghosts! Why would they, as far as they know the trio and Jazz, are still alive and fully human.

In my Au's, Jack and Maddie aren't as shoot first and ask questions never as seen in the show. They see the four half-ghosts as children who died too young, and as parents themselves, they are going to do anything they can to help them move on and if they can't move on hey what's four more children. Yes, they totally would adapt the ghost children as their own.

The adult Fenton's don't want to capture and experiment on the four half-ghosts they want to help them move on into their next lives and the whole I'll rip you apart molecule by molecule was not directed at the four half-ghosts but at the ghosts who came through the portal causing destruction.

And when Danny Jazz Sam and Tucker finally come out and explain the accident and their half-ghost status to the adult Fenton's its revealed that the whole rip you apart molecule by molecule was a big misunderstanding and are touched that the adult Fenton's would've tried to help them move on into their next lives and if they couldn't move on that they would've adopted them if they were full ghosts.

I hope my ramblings make sense. Lol

[genius11rare]

that last tag

Pocket Sand , No

Pocket DIMENSION Sand , Yes

Prompt 159

Tucker is done. Absolutely done. Danny, this time it’s your fault, and not his, this time it wasn’t him who touched the magical weird artifact thing. At least Sam is there too, so they can complain together. 

Or they would, if not for the fact that their bodies are toddlers, and somehow stuck to freaking ghost-speak! And not even proper ghost-speak but like, toddler ghost speak! 

He can’t see his PDA anywhere either, which is downright heartbreaking. Patricia had been the best thing he’d made to date! And she was now gone! 

At least Danny is also stuck in the same situation as them and- Wait. Okay. Nope, he better not have just seen Sam float slightly. It would not be fair if she got ghost-powers too- holy realms his hand just went through the floor. Okay. Alright. 

They apparently all have ghost powers now. As toddlers. In some unknown place that had some sort of ecto-stream runoff thing. That wasn’t concerning at all. 

Oh, did he mention the gold-eyed figure staring at them from across said stream? Well they were across the stream, now they seem to be staring at them from like a foot away and maybe having a breakdown. Or a headache? They were clutching their head is what he was trying to say, but his stupid baby vision wasn’t the best at a distance. 

Yeah he’s blaming this one on Danny.

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Afterlife Lessons

Summary: Sam’s awareness of ghosts extended to exactly two pieces of knowledge: Danny’s parents are ghost hunters, and ghosts are dangerous and she should stay away from them.

Unfortunately, neither of these things becomes something in her favor when she and Tucker are kidnapped by a ghost and turned into ghosts themselves— or half ghosts, apparently, something clarified to them by Amity Park’s resident hero Phantom, who also promises to stick around and help them figure out their new forms and powers.

But while Sam is certainly grateful for the help, now that she’s regularly spending time with their local ghost protector, she’s noticing things about him that seem a little more familiar than they should. And also that Phantom’s strong confident hero persona might be a bit more of a facade than anyone‘s realized.

Author's Note: I did an invisobang this year! It was a ton of fun to write, and (once the art is posted), I'll post the art in each chapter it matches with! I'm gonna be posting all fifteen chapters in rapid succession, so get ready for a lot of posts from this blog! I'm going to make a masterlist in just a minute, and I'll also tag every post with the title.

Art For This Chapter: @torchturtle link

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Sam’s awareness of ghosts extended to exactly two pieces of knowledge, and both of those things came from Danny.  The first, that Danny’s parents hunted them, which he’d told them in embarrassment shortly after they met.  The second she’d learned shortly before it had been revealed to everyone that ghosts did, in fact, exist— when Danny had told her ghosts are dangerous, stay away from them.

Sam had admittedly been more than a little surprised when Danny told her this.  Like she’d said, he tended to be more embarrassed by his parents’ work than anything else.  Granted, he’d never said outright that he didn’t believe in them, and there were a couple of times Sam had seen him taking precautions that she knew his parents had recommended.  But she knew he’d just be uncomfortable if she brought it up, so she didn’t.

And then, suddenly, he was very serious in his telling of her that ghosts were dangerous, and she should avoid them at all costs.  Sam hadn’t had the first clue where the shift had come from, but he’d timed it pretty well, because it was around that time that Amity Park started getting regular visits from ghosts.  Luckily for them, one of those ghosts included Phantom.  And while the town in general was split on him and Danny was still just as insistent in telling her and Tucker to stay away from him, Sam saw the things he did.  The ghosts he fought.  The people he saved.  There had never been a doubt in her mind that Phantom was an ally.

She hadn’t ever really expected to count on that fact directly.

But then, she’d also never been directly targeted by a ghost before.  She couldn’t think of much else this one in particular could be doing, though.  The vampire-looking ghost knew her and Tucker’s names, it singled them out specifically on the way to school, and it had grabbed them and tied them up on seats in the back of a plane, of all things.  That was a little difficult to misinterpret.

Tucker was still breathing very quickly across from her in his window seat, and Sam was trying to make sure that he didn’t have a panic attack, while also looking around the plane for anything they could possibly use to help themselves.  She didn’t even know ghosts had planes, much less ones this… fancy.  This thing looked fancier than her parents’ private jet, which made her hate it for two reasons.

“Tucker,” Sam said quietly, drawing his gaze.  “You see that compartment up there labeled with a parachute?”

“No,” Tucker said immediately, looking very intently down at the floor.  “No, I absolutely do not see it.”

“Tucker.”

“Sam, you are insane if you think I’m risking jumping out of a plane!”

“You’d rather get to whatever secondary location this guy is dragging us to?” Sam snapped, still keeping her voice down.

“Right, because obviously the guy who kidnapped us and is dragging us somewhere is going to leave us with perfectly made parachutes that won’t break halfway down to the ground,” Tucker snapped back, which… was actually a decent point, though Sam loathed to admit it.

“Look, do you have a better idea?” she asked instead.

“Try to escape while we’re not several miles in the air?”

“When we’ve made it wherever we’re going so this guy has a home field advantage?”

“I don’t know Sam!  We don’t have a ton of options!” Tucker snapped.  “I still think I’d rather be kidnapped than dead!”

“Are you sure?” Sam asked seriously, giving Tucker a look, and then jerking her head backwards toward the cockpit.  “We don’t know what he wants.”

“I don’t want to die, Sam,” Tucker said desperately.  “I think we have a better chance of not dying if we stay on the plane until we get wherever we’re going.  Plus, you can’t even stand up to reach that compartment anyway.  Let’s just… stay put.”

Sam gave a huff of irritation and a little bit of fear, but gave in to Tucker’s fairly decent points and leaned back in the plush chair.

“Okay,” she said.  “Let’s try and work this out, then.  We’ve been flying for what, an hour now?  Where do you think we’re going?”

“We’re heading north,” Tucker said, with a nod towards the window.  “Based on the way the sun was rising earlier.”

“Great, so that narrows it down to a little less than half the continent,” Sam groaned.  “Do you think he’s staying in the U.S.?”

“Do I think a ghost cares about a country’s borders?  I have no clue if we’re going to Canada.  Maybe he’ll just keep flying north and drop us in the middle of the ocean.”  The second after Tucker said it, he seemed to realize what he’d said, and his face turned a little queasy.  “I hope not.”

“Me too,” Sam muttered, looking out what little of the window she could see from her position, given that she couldn’t shift in the chair at all.  She couldn’t see the sun anymore.  She was glad Tucker had spotted it earlier, even if it didn’t give them a ton of clues as to where they were going.

They didn’t have to wonder for that much longer, however, because it wasn’t more than five minutes later before a disgustingly pleasant voice announced that they’d be beginning their descent, and that they hoped the landing was just as horrible as the takeoff had been.

Sam glared up at the ceiling as if that was where the voice was and tried to come up with a map in her head.  They really hadn’t been flying for more than an hour.  That wasn’t enough time to get them to Canada, was it?  They couldn’t be much further than Wisconsin.

Once they got off the plane itself, they were taken towards some sort of castle that looked like something her parents could afford to build.  Which might not be that far off in terms of expenses, given there was an actual runway in the back.  Maybe this ghost happened to be a friend of theirs, and this was Sam’s parents’ newest way of threatening her into wearing floral print.

The ghost that had kidnapped and brought them here, however, didn’t seem super keen on answering any questions.  Its only comment before it grabbed them both by the arms and dragged them towards a back door was “I hope you two had a terrible experience,” paired with a supervillain smirk so dramatic it was almost ridiculous.

He clearly was not super worried about being gentle about dragging them, if the ache forming in Sam’s wrist was any indication.  But she didn’t have much time to focus on that.  Instead, as soon as her feet were on the ground, she started looking around for escape strategies, but the ghost was holding their arms way too tightly for running to be an option, and she didn’t feel confident in her ability to get both her and Tucker into the forest surrounding the castle.  Especially considering how far away it was.  The grounds for this place weren’t small.

The castle itself was white brick, with gold roofs and absolutely covered in green flags.  The door they were being dragged to looked like an entrance to a basement of some kind.  Sam glanced over at Tucker to find him looking around too, but after a second he glanced at her with a helpless look on his face, meaning he hadn’t noticed anything she hadn’t.

Sam took a deep breath, and mouthed to Tucker, “On three.”

Tucker bit his lip, clearly scared, but nodded.

Sam brushed past her own fear and looked back on the door.  Their smartest option would probably be to try and break for it when he had to shift his grip in order to hold on to them and go for the handle at the same time.  He’d be doing that any second now, she just had to wait for—

A cold feeling swept over Sam just before she reached the door, and before she could question what that meant the ghost dragged her and Tucker right through the solid door and into the castle.

Sam blinked.  Well.  So much for the shifting his grip plan.

“Uh,” Sam said, looking at Tucker.  “Three!”

Tucker started pulling backwards on the ghost’s arm as Sam did the same, but it didn’t even seem to phase the ghost.  In fact, he looked down at them and laughed in obvious amusement.

“Oh yes, that’s sure to work.  He really hasn’t ever let you near ghosts before, has he?”

Before Sam could figure out what the hell that meant, the ghost floated upwards just far enough to lift Sam and Tucker off the ground, robbing them of any force they could have attempted to use to get away.

Sam, in a last desperate attempt, leaned up to try and bite the ghost’s hand, but the ghost did the same thing to just their hands that he’d done to get them all through the door, and Sam’s teeth went right through it.

She turned to Tucker.  “Okay, you have any other ideas?”

Tucker’s only response was a scared look.

They went through a couple more doors the same way as before, and then the ghost pulled them down through the floor, into some kind of lab.  It looked eerily similar to the one in Danny’s basement, right down to the portal over on the wall.

“Well, I think we’ve made excellent time,” the ghost said, flying them straight over to that very portal.  “Let’s set you both up.”

“Or, we could not do that?” Tucker said nervously.

“Who are you?” Sam snapped, glaring at the weird vampire ghost.  If they weren’t going to escape, she might as well get as much information as possible from him.

“Oh, don’t worry about it child, I’m sure you’ll get a much better explanation from Daniel.”

Sam blinked.  “Danny knows you?”

The vampire ghost didn’t reply, and instead flew over closer to the portal.  Sam leaned back away from the swirling green she had no desire to go through, but before he could toss them inside, she heard a whirring sound, and the portal powered down to leave an empty mechanical tunnel.  Sam glanced over to see… the same vampire ghost?  There were two of them?  The second one, however he was there, was pressing buttons on a box next to the portal.

A box that probably wasn’t supposed to be blinking like that.

“Uh,” Sam said, as the vampire ghost holding on to them carried them into the tunnel.  “You wanna fix your box thingy?”

“No thank you, it’ll be more useful like this for now,” the second vampire ghost said, though Sam couldn’t see him anymore.  “Though it’ll be quite a bit of work to fix the portal after using it for something like this.”  He sighed, like their kidnapping was an inconvenience for him.  “Oh well, can’t be helped.”

The second vampire ghost flew in and took Sam from the first, then carried her over to the side of the tunnel, seeming barely even to notice Sam’s struggles.

He and the other one then strapped her and Tucker to the sides of the portal, and flew off unconcerned.  Sam saw the reason why a moment later, the restraints didn’t budge no matter how much she tugged on them, and she could see Tucker doing the same thing across from her.

“Regret not trying for the parachutes yet?” Sam snapped.

Tucker opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, there was a yell of “VLAD!” and a loud crash from the room outside of the portal.

Both of them turned, and in the part of the room that the portal wasn’t blocking, Sam saw Phantom shooting blasts across the room, presumably towards one of the vampire ghosts.

Tucker let out a relieved sigh.  “Nope, I think we have a better shot now,” he said.

Sam couldn’t blame him.  They may not have ever interacted with Phantom personally, but that didn’t mean they didn’t know what he was capable of.  If Phantom was here to rescue them, they were safe.

Phantom, however, didn’t seem to realize that, because the second he turned and spotted them inside the portal, his eyes widened in surprise and what looked like fear.

…Okay, maybe they should be a little nervous?

Tucker seemed to realize the same thing, as a second later they both went back to struggling.

Phantom started right for them, but one of the vampire ghosts— Vlad, he’d said?— instead slammed into him from the side and out of their view.

Sam couldn’t see what was happening anymore, but she could easily hear them.

“Let them go, Plasmius,” Phantom snapped.

“Or you’ll what?  I’m looking for specifics here, my boy.”

“Specifics?   I’ll smash your teeth in, now let them go!”

There’s a loud sigh.  “No, you see, that’s the kind of thing that makes me think this is necessary in the first place.”

Sam glanced across the portal at Tucker, who shrugged, looking just as lost as her.

There was the sound of an ecto blast, and then Plasmius flew across the room.  Phantom started immediately for the portal again, but before he could reach it, the other vampire ghost shot a blast at him that sent him back out of view again.  The second one then flew after him and reappeared a second later, holding Phantom in a tight restraint that seemed much more difficult to hold than Sam and Tucker’s had been.

Sam tugged hard on the restraints, then stopped when she felt her wrist start to strain in a way that couldn’t be good.

“For the record,” she said to Tucker.  “We totally should have tried for the parachutes.”

Tucker gave her a desperate look.

“Sorry it had to be this way, child,” came Vlad’s voice from out of view, “but you really should get better at solving your problems yourself.”

Phantom looked towards Vlad, apparently long enough to not like what he saw, because then he looked wide-eyed back towards Sam and Tucker— and that was the moment Sam knew they were fucked.

Something behind them in the portal lit up, and Sam turned her head towards it in time to see a bright green light.

Phantom screamed “NO!” loud and desperate, and then Sam’s world erupted.

[fairytale-of-fear]

I have a finished and finalised design for Sam in my Halfa Trio AU! I will also be including Halfa everlasting trio in most of my dp x dc crossovers (i will die with this ship, like they died with each other).

So welcome the duo sword wielding, supernatural expert and resident money-banks of the Phantom trio.

Finished version and simple line art versioned.

[cataloguedbymeticuloustags]

#Danny Phantom Franchise tag for the Danny Phantom franchise.

Danny Phantom Cartoon tag for the cartoon Danny Phantom.

#Danny Phantom: A Glitch In Time tag for the graphic novel.

#dpxdc tag for Danny Phantom crossovers with the DC Universe.

The #Ghosts (Danny Phantom) tag is used for the ghosts. The #Ghost Zone tag is for the place also called the Infinite Realms.

The #Amity Park Residents tag is for the humans living there. The #Amity Park tag is for the place.

The #Casper High School tag generalized. The #Casper High Personnel tag for the teachers and other workers. The #Casper High Students tag for the students as a collective. The #Casper High tag for the building.

The #Team Phantom tag is for the generalized group. The #Ghost Getters tag is for Danny, Sam, Tucker and Jazz. The #Phantom Trio tag is for Danny, Sam and Tucker.

The #Fenton Family tag. The #Fenton Parents tag for Jack and Maddie. The #Fenton Siblings tag for Danny and Jazz. The #Phantom Cousins tag for Danny and Dani.

The #Fenton Works tag is used for the Company. The #Fenton House tag is used for the building. The #Fenton Lab tag is used for the room with the Portal. The #Emergency Ops Centre tag is used for the room/vehicle on top of the building. The #Fenton Inventions tag is used for Fenton Works inventions that don't have their own tag.

#Plasmius Phantom for Dark Danny/Evil Future Phantom/Dan.

AU Tags: Corpse AU, Full Ghost AU, Ghost Hunger AU, Ghost Obsessions AU, Ghost Speak AU, Halfa Trio AU, Little Baby Man AU, No One Knows AU, Portal AU, Spork AU.

Character related Tags: Amulet of Aragon!Name, Danny Phantom, Fright Knight Name, Halfa Name, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Ghost Name, Trans Danny Fenton, Undergrowth!Human Name, Vlad Plasmius,

Items Tags: Amity Park Billboards, Amulet of Aragon, Crystal Ball Staff, Fenton Thermos, Infi-Map, Jumpsuits, Reality Gauntlet, Red Huntress Suit, Ring of Rage, Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep, Scarab Sceptre, Skulker's Suit, Soul Shredder, Spectral Energy Neutralizer.

People Tags: A-Listers, Amity Park Police, Danny Clones, Fun Danny, Ghost King, Guys in White, Super Danny, The Ancients (Danny Phantom), Yetis of the Far Frozen, Walker's Goons.

Place Tags: Axion Labs, Nasty Burger.

Powers Tags: Duplication, Flight, Ghostly Glow, Ghostly Wail, Ghost Sense, Going Ghost, Intangibility, Invisibility, Overshadowing, Transformation Rings.

Other Tags: Amity Park News, Blood Blossoms, Bloodstream Nanobots, Ecto Acne, Ecto-Contamination, Ectoplasm, Federal Anti-Ecto Control Act, Fenton Food, Fenton Portal Accident, Ghost-Human Relations, Ghost Hunting, Ghost Portals, Half Ghosts.

Character Tag Other: Dani Phantom, Danny Fenton, Vlad Masters,

Character Tags Humans: Angela Foley, Ernesto Montez, Freakshow, Jack Fenton, Jazz Fenton, Jeremy Manson, Maddie Fenton, Maurice Foley, Mr. Lancer, Pam Manson, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley,

Character Tags Ghosts: Bullet (Danny Phantom), Box Ghost, Ember McLain, Fright Knight, Ghost Writer (Danny Phantom), Johnny 13, Kitty (Danny Phantom) Klemper, Lunch Lady, Nocturn, Penelope Spectra, Princess Dorathea, Sidney Poindexter, Skulker, Walker, Vortex, Valerie Gray

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[hugsandchaos]

AU where Jazz is an only child and ends up becoming a halfa, but not from another portal incident. Not like Danny’s, at least. Where Jazz went straight to her parents, and now they’re doing their best to help her control her new powers. Where Jack playfully calls her ghost form “Jazz-O-Lantern”. Where Jazz tries to do little nice things when she can like a friendly ghost for the town. Where Jazz accidentally bumps into a kid she’s never seen before and finds it strange that her ghost sense goes off whenever he’s around.

Where the Everlasting Trio are from another town and ran away for Danny’s safety. Where the three of them figure out that Jazz is a halfa before she realizes that Danny’s also a halfa. Where Danny constantly runs from Jack and Maddie because they’re ghost hunters, where Danny tries to better help and teach Jazz. WHERE THERE’S QUEERPLATONIC EVERLASTING TRIO (one of my favorite parts, that’s why I’m yelling it).

[disorganizedkitten]

Fourteen year old Paranormal Enthusiasts and budding scientists Vlad Masters, Jack Fenton, and Maddie Walker enter Axiom labs alive and well. Things start to go wrong when one of the inventions blows up in Vlad’s face, though.

The hospital releases him three weeks later, but he isn’t the same.

Neither is Amity Park.

Vlad can’t tell his friends everything, but they all have questions. Why were Axiom labs shut down thirty years ago? Who are the GIW? Where are these monsters coming from? And, perhaps the most baffling, why does Jack’s ghost hunter uncle set off Vlad’s ghost sense?

[cat-bit]

Okay but picture

Danny's ghost form having Creature Features™️ to go with his ice core

Specifically lynx paws

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