#i don't believe for 1 second that vlad and maddie wouldn't have had an entire houseful of kids in that alternate timeline

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Vlad "I Want A Family So Fucking Bad It Makes Me Look Stupid" Masters

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20 Q's for Fic Writers

Thanks for tagging me, @agentianlegend !

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

62! I can't believe I have that many fics posted.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

918,405

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Almost exclusively Danny Phantom. I have one Gravity Falls Crossover and one DPxDC crossover as well.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 

Summoning: When Jack and Maddie Fenton tried to summon the King of All Ghosts, the last thing they expected was the sudden appearance of a very familiar, very human boy wearing spaceship pajamas and with a toothbrush halfway to his mouth.

Double Discovery: After accidentally shooting Phantom with an anti-possession gun, Maddie finds she has a lot to learn about both Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton. Eventual Revelation Story.

Borrower Danny: A teeny tiny Danny starts living in Wayne Manor

4. Fangs or No Fangs: For Phic Phight 2021. Jack and Maddie know that Danny is Phantom. They saw him transform and they knew they should talk about it with him. But…even after two weeks, that conversation feels impossible. And so Jack and Maddie have a plan: a trip to the planetarium to cheer Danny up, to finally see him smile again, and to pave the way for the truth.

5. Below the Greenhouse: For the Phic Phight. Prompt by Avearia: Maddie discovers the depths of Vlad's obsessions when she stumbles upon his secret lab. Despite the shock, part of her almost isn't surprised by the stolen Fenton Tech, the ripoff ghost portal, or the eerie Holo-Maddie—but the clone she finds floating in the pod at the back of the room? That's another matter entirely.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I generally try to! I love hearing what readers have to say and will happily answer questions, as long as I'm not giving out spoilers. XD

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Well, my second long fic, Hope Can Be a Heavy Thing to Hold, ends with the main character dying so....

Seriously though, I do have a sequel to this story planned as my next major project. Maybe we'll all find out things aren't what they seem. 😜

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I love angst with a happy ending so a lot of my fics end happily. I don't think I can pick which one is happiest. This one has a special place in my heart though.

Offspring of my ectoplasm. My child.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have before but not very often. I normally just delete mean comments without replying.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have written a two before. I think Borrower Danny is the craziest one.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Luckily I haven't as far as I know.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Kinda? One of my fics, The Danny Program, was based on an au which @thesoulspulse came up with. Later, Soul wrote a longer version of that au which followed a lot of the same stories beats as my fic and I beta'd.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I'm not a huge shipper. Dark Gray (Dan Phantom and Valerie Gray) is something of a guilty pleasure though.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My series, Life and Death is all Perspective, has been a bit of a struggle. I get close to thinking it's done and it keeps growing. 😂

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm very good at writing emotions and dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fights scenes are definitely a struggle since I have trouble visualizing them in my head.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I only speak English fluently so I probably wouldn't write dialogue in another language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I feel like I've told this story before but the first fic I wrote was a Doctor Who fic for a school assignment in high school. It was for one of those warm-up exercises in English and my teacher loved it. XD

20. Favourite fic you've written?

Tagging @mymadmedleyw @five-rivers @assorted-candy @tathartiel @tachvintlogic and anyone else who wants to participate!

[ghoulisheous]

A Little Vicious Snippet #1

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Summary: Vlad sabotages the portal. And Danny's life sucks. So much. Set pre-portal accident. Will probably end up being a crossover.

Hesitantly giving a warning for this snippet, cause I still haven't let this idea go. TW: extremely violent thoughts, objectification. A couple lines tip over, almost, into gory territory. I mean, I wouldn't say it's gory at all, but just in case my standards are warped. And I'm paranoid.

Vlad's a bad, bad man.

Still, not sure I'm committed, but I'm hesitantly calling this A Little Vicious.

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Vlad throws himself in his chair so hard it screeches backward a little on the clean, freshly polished wooden floors. The wide open, empty space of his dining room and the long stretch of the table in front of him feel like a new weight on his shoulders.

He hadn't seen either of them in so long.

He hadn't seen her in so long. And she hadn't seen him at all. She only saw Jack. Her hand gently cradled his scruffy chin. Like it was sweet. Like it isn't caustic. Like it isn't nauseating. Just like the old days, then. With Jack's large figure standing over her, between him and Madeline. Only this time Vlad was invisible in an entirely different way.

They are still as tightly wound around each other as they always were. As committed to their work as they always were.

Vlad's lips pinch closed. They're together. Still. And they looked..

Charmed, still, with each other.

His heart clenches painfully at the thought. But something in him boils in rage at it as well.

Vlad grips the roll of papers in hands so hard. His whole body tenses in a tight coil. He feels like he could spring out of his hunched shoulders in a moment. Tear into anything he can find. Tear into him. His knuckles turn white in his rage. He thinks about incinerating the rotten thing they hold.

And they had children together. Proof of their undying devotion. He almost spat, but held it. Vlad had never been anything but upstanding. A proper man. A great man.

There was a teen girl, he can't know her age. 16. 17 maybe. She had been sitting in their living space, a book cracked open in her fingers. Every few moments, she'd stop and scribble on a sticky note. Her hair was more red than Maddie's ever was. It reminded him more of Madeline's mother, the one time he had seen her.

And then a second one, as if the first slap in the face wasn't enough. A boy, younger than the girl by a few years. He looked awkward as he joined his sister on the couch, absent-mindedly staring at his phone. He kept his limbs close to his center as if he was afraid he'd lose them otherwise. Keep all hands, arms, feet and legs inside the vehicle at all times! Vlad thinks almost deliriously.

It's pathetic how angry he is, Vlad thinks and hunches his shoulders closer. He needs a stiff drink.

But at the same, is his anger not right? Because both those children, sitting side by side, looked just enough like Maddie and Jack. They were family after all. Jack's family. It's like proof that the marriage his old friends had entered into was cut from marble.

But it wasn't, was it? Marble statues last long. Too long. And so have Jack and Madeline. But even they don't stand the test of time. Their colors have long worn out, leaving them pale in comparison. Many are even left in pieces. Missing limbs.

Missing heads.

Vlad doesn't believe they were ever in a serious relationship. He's no fool. He knows Jack better than that homewrecker knows himself. Jack could never be that serious. The man doesn't take anything seriously. Especially Maddie.

He doesn't deserve someone like her. He never did.

And Maddie deserves so much more than a pitiful excuse for a man like Jack Fenton.

But now they're married. Vlad knew that. He had received the invite 18 years ago. He'd always remember that moment. Lying in his bed, feeling so weak–still so weak, waiting for the caretaker to leach the last of his inheritance as she cared for his ails.

It was like he couldn't move. Like his bones were lead and his ribcage crushed his lungs. His heart beat so hard in his chest.

He had stared at the invite with so much intensity he thought he might somehow be able to gather his strength. Run to her. Fling the doors of the chapel open and yell "I object!"

And he did so object. To everything. He clenches his teeth hard.

But it didn't matter how strongly he yearned. His strength was gone. And soon Maddie was as well.

Or so Vlad had thought. At least on that day that Maddie signed away the rest of her life, her name thrown out with the deal.

His hands shake with rage as he unfurls the tightly curled papers in his hands.

The blueprints. As many as he could get his hands on when he was there. After he had seen what had become of–

He wants to twist Jack's throat until something pops out of him. A low gurgle. His eyes maybe–if he just squeezes hard enough.

Or maybe he'll shove his fist into the cavity of his chest and–

He snarls as he slams the papers on the table, flattened out as much as they could be.

He had known what it was when he saw it. He knows what it is. He can't believe the nerve of that man.

Or perhaps it wasn't the nerve. Jack Fenton never had another thought in his head outside of each petty desire.

Jack never thinks things through. And he never learns his lesson. The consequences of his actions. Their rivalry–it's Vlad's job to teach it to him. Show the man his place is the hell out of Vlad's way.

In the ground, he thinks with a curve to his lips. That would be his preference.

Everyone leaves him eventually, except the one person Vlad wants gone. Everyone stepped on his back to achieve their happy endings while Vlad is always left to wither in dismay. Alone.

Jack Fenton got his happy ending, almost at the cost of his life.

No, he growls to himself.

The cost was his life.

And it isn't fair. He can't help but feel like his life isn't meant to be this way. It just isn't. Great things, great love is what he's destined for. Nothing less than great.

Maddie is his great love. She was always supposed to be. He remembers the day he met her. At college orientation, when he was still a business major. They talked and the world moved around them. Made room for them. He'd made her laugh. He remembers he made her laugh.

He remembers the feeling that stirred in his chest at the sight of her smile. He saw a glimpse of everything they could be. And everything he could have.

And then it all ground to a halt when an arm slung across her shoulders. Jack Fenton's arm. The man who dared call himself his friend.

Unfortunately the closest of his friends in high school who followed him all the way to his new college campus. No one ever stuck around Vlad long, but Jack was a leach he couldn't get rid of. Jack described their friendship as "attached at the hip." And if he had asked, Vlad would have called Jack "just a placeholder."

On the same day, he met the love of his life, the love he deserved, and then found the man he'd hesitantly called a friend had the pleasure of meeting her first. Vlad still didn't know exactly when or how.

It isn't fair. Anything he wanted, it seemed like Jack got to it first. He ruined anything he had the gall to place his hands on. He just wishes he could make the man feel what it's like to come second and play catch up. To have something taken from you and have to fight for it.

But that's it though, isn't it? There is one thing Vlad managed to do first, one thing he could lord over Jack that the man would actually care about. Vlad would make him care about it.

Vlad Masters is not as human as he once was.

And he is no longer accustomed to losing.

Vlad stares down at the blueprints. Reading them over. Inspecting them. Seeing what's different in this one. The beginning of a plan forming.

He could take his life back. He will take his life back. Jack will never stand in his way again.

The sketched out visuals of the ghost portal lay bare on his desk. The size, reminiscent of the prototype. At least on paper. And seemingly insignificant.

His holy grail.

But it was not life size. Vlad saw that for himself.

Jack will learn his lesson. He'll know intimately every agonizing moment Vlad had gone through in college. Every last shred of inferiority Jack had unfairly foisted on his shoulders.

He'll feel Vlad's heartbreak. His loneliness as he laid sick and shivering and unknowing if he would live. Or if he still did.

He had so much more experience. He's the pioneer of this lifestyle.

Maddie won't stay at his sickbed for long. Especially not as Jack stews in bitterness and spite.

She'll run to Vlad.

As Vlad studies the sheets before him, spread out, sun shining down on them from his windows, he notes the failsafe marked on the inside of the portal. He slowly pulls a pen out of his breast pocket to sketch out what he'd need to change. Rewire.

Vlad will stand firmly in front of everything Jack had built for himself. What good was killing the man when he could be as-good-as dead and suffering all the more because of it. Vlad's accustomed to the weight of it. But Jack's unprepared.

Jack would make a pathetic halfa, and Vlad wouldn't be alone. Not anymore.

And when he finally understands. When he finally realizes the rivalry that's been their relationship since that first day in college. When Vlad has Madeline standing at his side, so far from Jack it'd feel like heaven and Earth were in his way, then Vlad will wrap his fingers around his throat.

And squeeze.

It was only a matter of time.