#i still love fenton 🥺🥺🥺

[rexscanonwife]

Ugh every once in a while someone tempts me to get back into DT17 and my ship with Fenton...

[methoughtsphantom]

halfas are the found family trope foster child

they all adopt each other. it’s the reason Vlad wanted so badly to have Danny as his son and the reason Danny immediately went with sure you’re my cousin now with Dani. it’s a survival mechanism from being so very few of their species. Sooo, halfa!Jason except he sorta isn’t yet cause Jason’s core is extremely ruptured from the lack of ectoplasm involved in his forceful resurrection. So when Danny finds Jason in his catatonic state he can’t quite tell the dude’s been dead and remains some, just that the guy for some reason seems very friend-shaped. Danny doesn’t mind his friend is braindead, and is also a john doe, he gives familiar vibes and that’s apparently enough for Danny to constantly find himself in the hospital doing his engineering homework on the room with the guy, and talking for hours about the updates on the absolute clusterfuck of the city and how he was from a freaking ghost town and he can almost even draw comparisons. he blabbers about how he’s not homesick enough times to even corner himself to talk about a ghost lore many times and how he’s just finding himself a little more prone to violence and in constant pain since none of the people he has adopted as his family are here with him and he can’t consider a place a lair if there’s isn’t someone of his in it.

But Danny could never drag someone with him just because of some it, after all it was Danny’s choice to come to Gotham to collage and not stay where at least his parents (good parents Jack and Maddie) were in Amity.

Ironically, Danny essentially can’t feel that his core has been spoon feeding ectoplasm to Jason. As months go on, the little ball of energy builds in anticipation practically vibrating in the waiting pulse of something (Danny doesn’t know but more often than not has he found himself laughing in happy confusion. it weirds him out in a good way) It’s really that he’s feeling the slow healing process of his friend (brother brother brother) ‘s core.Imagine it’s just about to properly, correctly heal when canon strikes back and Jason gets snatched by League assassins. Danny is left feeling like his core got torned out. His core had spend months helping another’s only to feel the other’s imprint and to not be able to protect it in return is— forget it being an obsession; thats like having your newborn baby being ripped out of your arms. An all assuaging feeling of helplessness that is devastating. Danny just beginning to feel like home lair when out of nowhere the rug is swept under him. Danny suddenly struggling to not flunk all his classes and beat every single liminal that he can feel crossing paths with him to the ground. Danny suddenly having his chronic pain (that hadn’t been so bad lately) dialed up to the point that there are just bearable and bad days.

The worse thing is he doesn’t know why.

Jason had only been a guy.

…

It’s only a three weeks before Jazz tells him she accepted a job offer in Gotham.

(and the guilt only makes him feel worse when he can feel himself feel better because of it)

…

now

whimsical time skip ✨

Danny is now on his feet again and friends with a Wayne of your choice (or maybe they were friends a little before Jay dissapeared and it was badTM cause Waynes? liminal 🥲) Danny definitely didn’t enjoy snapping off to his friend like that. anyways it’s been a year since that and he and his friend are having a grand time playing civvies, uhh let’s say dick because I want them to meet while ice skating, Also Dick because he definitely turns a blind eye when Danny goes airborne for a second there yep. He’s just having too much fun.

anyways as alwaysTM Danny doesn’t clock celebrities and like why would he, Dick is just the random guy who’s was fast to turn Danny’s slow day in the ice ring into a competition one day and brighten when Danny matched up his puns. So he totally doesn’t get why the guy’s so gloomy one day, anyways as you can figure, it’s Jason’s deathday and Dick is a deprecating bean, Danny tries to cheer him up by having him remember his brother instead and Dick attempts to, but even skipping through some photos in his phone make his eyes burn.

It is because of that that he doesn’t notice Danny absolutely freeze up at the photo of his friend Jay (Jay because he’s a John Doe, but that’s just too impersonal and so the first letter is J *wink wink*)

Danny absolutely doesn’t know what to do with this information, barely catches himself from asking Dick how did his brother die. Most importantly when because Danny just saw Jay—Jason less than a year ago, and this somehow doesn’t feel too recent.

Annd that how we find Danny digging into the Wayne second son tragedy. Staring at the date of death while the knowledge that they met almost six months after burns his forefront of his mind. Danny spends a day going over all the questions running through his mind over how the fuck he couldn’t sense Jay was a ghost—err was… in past tense?? what the fuck?? Danny would really like a refund on his ghost sense.

Anyways Danny goes check out the grave (now that he knows there is one) and boom although intangible he somehow triggers those shitty ass sensors/alarms that somehow didn’t go off when jason was literally digging himself out.

Obviously the bats get in the case immediately. And boy are they absolutely enraged that someone would steal Jason’s body.

[starry-bi-sky]

Clone Danny Interlude: Dani with an i

Just some miscellaneous stuff i thought up while thinking of Dani in the Clone Danny au that i will put in a bullet list. I have part 5 mostly written since yesterday but i wanted to make this before i finished part 5

Dani typically goes by Ellie, Ell, or Ella.

Ellie is the same age as Danny, they have adopted each other as twins. Danny is the older twin for obvious reasons

(They also have a twin sense thanks to ectoplasm bs)

Ellie is a Halfa unlike Danny. Vlad went through many trial and error to make a halfa from scratch but he did it.

She has a ghost form but instead of looking like canon or wearing a jumpsuit, her outfit is an invert of Danny's "Phantom" gear. White hoodie, white vest, white pants and boots, and a black Casey Jones mask. the only thing thats the same is the eery green eyes.

(Danny's Phantom gear already was creepy on its own, but Ellie amps up the creep factor by eleven. Danny is a cryptid. Ellie however is horrifying to look at.)

Ellie has the same family-based ghost obsession as Danny. The only difference is that Danny will die for his loved ones, and Ellie will kill for them

Ellie has the scary dog privileges. I am giving her the scary dog privileges, as a treat. My girl's been alive for like, a year and she won't hesitate to BITE

“Danny goes berserk when Dani gets hurt” except its in reverse. Danny is the fleshy human kid with ghost detecting powers and Ellie is the ghostly human kid with the plasma-blaster fists who will throw fists with a bitch if they even so much as breathe wrong in her big brother’s direction.

Skulker took it too far in a fight once and Ellie tore his armor to shreds. Danny would have done the same too tbh

She has an electric core. When she’s enraged she looks like the witch in ParaNorman

Ellie and Danny are practically identical to each other minus a few minor details. Put them through a genderswap filter and they'll look just like each other

She nearly named her ghost form 'Motnaph' since it was Phantom in reverse, but she changed it to Spirit instead.

Ellie can purposely give people static shocks and does it regularly as a prank on Danny.

You would never think that Ellie came into existence recently by how close she and Danny are. She's quickly become one of his best friends and vice versa.

She usually chills in the ghost zone when she's not with Danny and his friends, or traveling. She also has a phone and Danny's number.

Ellie thinks Danny should tell Bruce about his existence, but she also understands Danny's reasoning (they can't promise Bruce will react positively to being cloned nor can they bet on Bruce accepting them like Danny accepted Dani) and doesn't push the idea hard

she still encourages the idea

Ellie has the creepy Dick Grayson's Robin giggle

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 4.5 (Dani interlude) Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 7.5 (Dan Interlude) Part 8

[dasturdlydangerousduck]

Top 10 reasons why you SHOULD love and simp over Drake Mallard/Darkwing Duck!!

Number 10: His Durabiity 💪

This dude literally survived a point blank explosion of TMT, a large piano dropped on his body, and a LARGE amount of electricity set at the highest level CONCURRENTLY, and can STILL throw down with Jim Sterling afterwards! If that isn't badass than I don't know what is!!

Number 9: His Revamped Costume... 🥵🔥 🦹‍♂️

Two words. Skin. Tight. For those chiseled muscles of his... Besides that, his costume is one of the coolest designs for a super duck ever! He really knows how to fight crime in style!!

Number 8: His Casual Fashion Sense

Pretty much everything I said on number 9 and then some!! THIS MAN PULLS OFF PURPLE/PINK-ISH CLOTHES VERY WELL!! AND THOSE SUNGLASSES JUST SHOWS HOW HANDSOME HE REALLY IS!!

Number 7: He's A Great and Supportive Friend

Despite his lack of awareness that Fenton is Gizmoduck, Drake is still a great friend to him, supporting him all the way through thick and thin, even calling him buddy in the Let's Get Dangerous special!!

He'll be there to help support his friends and family in any way possible, no matter the cost!!

Number 6: He's a Kid at Heart!

Drake is devoted fan through and through, and it goes to show that even the most manly of men can be kids at the end of the day!! His naivety is also a rare treat that is very rarely seen in heros and adds to his cuteness!!

Number 5: He's Great with Kids!!

Drake's dreams were all about inspiring kids everywhere by becoming Darkwing, and that clearly shows with how he acts around Gos! He does everything he can to make sure that she gets the best in life, even to the point of extreme exhaustion just to make her happy. Kids are his life, and Drake really is a great dad...

Number 4: He is STACKED... 🥵

No need to explain myself. This boi's muscle game is on point! Especially those pecs... No wonder he can survive the amount of stuff that is thrown his way!! 💪😎

Number 3: HIS SUPER PINCHABLE CHEEK FEATHERS!!!🤗

He may be a strong and built boi, but those cheek feathers must feel like heaven!! THE WAY IT FLOPS AROUND IS SOOOOOO ENTICING!!! HOW COULD YOU NOT WANT TO SQUEEZE!!!

Number 2: He's both Handsome and adorable... 🥺🥰

JUST LOOK AT HIS FACE!!! LOOK AT HIS PRECIOUS PRECIOUS FACE!!! HE'S SUCH A HANDSOME, DREAMY, ADORABLE, INNOCENT BOI!! HOW CAN YOU SAY NO TO A FACE LIKE THAT?!?!

Number 1: He is literally the sweetest person in the world... 😇🥰🥰🥰🥰

You would think that an actor like Drake would be as stuck-up as his protege Jim Starling, but that couldn't be further from the truth!! Drake is literally the most caring and infectiously lovable duck ever!! He always wants to make things better for everyone and always goes above and beyond to love and protect the people he cares about whether it be Launchpad, Gosalyn, Fenton, or the entire world!! And while his ego could be fixed up a bit, his personality more than makes up for his faults. Besides, Darkwing was always egotistical. You could say he's just playing his character down to a tee!!

Those are my reasons for why Drake is my favorite DT17 character of all time and why you should love and respect him!!

[jadenoryuu]

DP x DC x ...

So, I know that we collectively despise the Rolling Terf (and I totally agree), but! If we proclaim the death of the author of the HP series just for this prompt, are y'all willing to hear me out? 🥺

Here's the thing: before being introduced to the Batfam and Bruce's adoptions problem, for me the Ultimate Children Adopter was Molly Weasley.

Never leave an unattended child in her area, otherwise they'll be adopted and receive a knitted sweater for Christmas.

Despite her lacks (like trusting Dumbledore's opinion too much and allowing Harry to get back to the Dursley every summer, favoring Ginny over her other children, etc.), her motherhenning is top tier and her hospitality is the best...

And may the Ancient have mercy on the soul of anyone who threatens her children, because she won't. (I still cackle like a mad creachure every time I remember that the only swear-bomb of the series was dropped by her while fighting Bellatrix! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠))

Does all of this ring a bell? 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

Now! For the actual prompt:

Should Bruce and Molly meet because of Danny (either Fenton or Phantom) shenanigans, what would happen?

Would they fight each other over his custody or become a combined monster of love, care and "look at our boy wrong and you'll end as a teapot then shipped to an undisclosed location"? 👀👀

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

Royalty fluff 🥺

The two giggled to each other as they snuck back into the castle, taking the route through the servants’ entrance so as not to be spotted.

They had no one to hide from, after all, no one said no to them, but it added an extra element of thrill to the night. Tugging each other along, laughing quietly whenever they managed to sneak past someone. 

Mads had no idea where they were going, letting the king lead him until he was suddenly pulled into one of the ballrooms, the space huge and empty. He slipped a little on the suddenly slick marble floor, and Fenton caught him with one arm as he shut the door. 

The Mad Ducktor laughed as with the same arm Fenton practically yanked him back toward himself, holding him in his arms before pulling him into the room, swaying slightly. Mads slipped his hands into the king’s, and spun him around before continuing their little dance. 

Fenton started humming, the tune lazy and half-formed but enough for them to go off of, for them to get the steps. It was the same tune the bards had been playing earlier, and the two could only half remember it. Just that was good enough for now. 

They’d spent the evening out in the city, the Blue Phantom had told them about a bonfire they’d heard of in one of the back alleys near the river, and the kings had decided to go along. Wearing drabber clothes and with their hair styled slightly differently, it’d been enough of a disguise for them not to be recognized in the firelight. 

It’d been a night of music and of dancing, of food made by the citizens and laughter echoing up between the walls of the city. The two had had a blast, the experience was much different from the balls held at the castle. This one was much more informal, much more fun, much more free. It was a change to be surrounded by genuinely happy people who wanted to be there, and the two never wanted to leave. 

Finally, just after midnight as the fire was being put out and people were heading back home with sore smiles, full stomachs, and tired feet, they’d said good night to Blue- they were staying the night at a pub with some old friends- and gone back to the castle. 

That didn’t stop them from still dancing. Mads started humming along with Fenton as they spun each other around, their steps staggering and shaky and a big change from the usual perfection they were expected to be at the formal dances. But they were having too much fun to care, Fenton laughed when Mads nearly dropped him in a dip, and Mads collapsed against him, cackling into his scratchy shirt when the king tried to hold him up for a particularly difficult move. 

Eventually they slowed down, leaning against each other as they turned in lazy circles. Their steps were chaotically uncoordinated, nearly stepping on each other’s feet, but they didn’t mind. There wasn’t anyone there to tell them to do it properly.

“‘M too tired for this,” Mads yawned. 

Fenton chuckled. “Past bedtime.” 

“Mmm.” 

Still, neither of them pulled away from their little dance. 

“We’re going again, right?” Mads asked. 

“Definitely.”

The king leaned up, kissing the bottom of Mads’ beak, it was all he could reach. 

The Mad Ducktor laughed, leaning down to meet him halfway, their movements coming to a halt as they kissed. 

When Mads pulled away he leaned even further down to rest his forehead on Fenton’s shoulder, and the king held him close. “Want me to carry you up?” 

“Maybe,” Mads yawned. “If you’re not too tired, I don’t want to be dropped down the stairs.” 

Fenton laughed. “I’ll try not to drop you down the stairs.” 

“There’s a difference between try not and will not,” Mads pointed out, and the king laughed again.

The infectious yawn spread to him, and he leaned his head against Mads’. “Thanks for bringing me tonight.” 

“Thanks for coming.” Mads smiled. “Love you.” 

He heard the smile in the Fenton’s voice. “Love you too.” 

[whistlingstarlight]

Me going feral cuz I loveeee ducks and you're giving me all the ducks :D djdvzvfjshs

I love ducks SO much they're adorable🥺

There's a big boating lake I used to visit that had two call duck couples that were likely either escaped or released pets (very irresponsible if that's the case, but they seemed to manage fine). One pair was there for about eight years, and the other was a gay pair who moved in down the other side of the lake a few years later.

First pic are Bianco (white) and Impa (white w/grey patches), and the second is Honey (left) and Fenton (right). Sadly I haven't seen either pair for a very long time, and whilst Fenton and Honey may have simply moved I'm pretty sure Impa and Bianco both passed away :(

There was also Sprinkle, a mallard who took my notice for being the only white duckling, and then for her unusual markings

First pic is her as a baby with her siblings, second is her all grown up! She is thankfully still around :)

[cartoonemotion]

DUCKTALES for the ask game :3c

The first character I first fell in love with: as much as i want to say fethry bc he wasnt introduced until season 2 this is much harder to pick. i wanna say webby ? i did also really love huey fenton and lauchpad though i distinctly remember buddy system being the ep where i was like ok im going to be actively keeping up with this show now (instead of just kind of watching it as the mood occasionally struck)

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: HONESTLY I THINK GYRO ? LIKE so i thought he was funny and i didnt hate him or anything but a lot of his writing kind of frustrated me bc it felt like he would take like 1 step forward and 2 steps back. like he was the only one where ppl complaining abt the changes vs his 87 characterization kind of made sense to me. but yknow astroboyd actually kind of puts a lot of that early writing into new perspective that i can appreciate ! and i definitely see like the connective tissue between him and 87 gyro like as much as 87 gyro was more of a kindly goofball he also has his own maniacal insanity. and much in the same way i think '17 gyro's still got that touch of funny inventor whimsy ! hes just neat i like him

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: i was gonna say scrooge but really since im mostly indifferent to him im gonna go swing my bat at the hornet's nest and say mark beaks. i know this is by and far not universal but way more people like him than there should be. like he works as a joke and antagonistic force but outside of that who even cares man. hes just supposed to be an entitled racist creep like literally he was specifically made to be not that deep The character I love that everyone else hates: again tempted to be petty and say just pick literally any female character but i feel like della and goldie get the worst of it. im not even talking about criticisms of the writing where people think they could have been utilized more bc i agree with that ! just people dogging on them for being selfish or flat or this or that. sorry you dont support women's wrongs (although in della's case she like. made 1 mistake she couldnt fully predict the consequences of ? so not even all that wrong) but being more serious i really love both their characterization like especially della who has traditionally gotten maybe the 1 personality trait of Can Fly Things shes so boisterous and fun to watch and i personally think is both written and acted with a lot of love that shines through and she plays off of every character she interacts with (donald of course being the highlight) SO well i just cant even imagine hating her The character I used to love but don’t any longer: HMM.. i cant really think of any characters that ive soured on ? ig im a bit embarrassed to admit thinking jim/negaduck is a cool villain bc people are so weird about him but thats really a them problem when im actually watching the show it doesnt impede my enjoyment The character I would totally smooch: LIEUTENANT PENUMBRA MA'AM IM FREE FRIDAY NIGHT IF YOU WANTED T, The character I’d want to be like: 🥺🥺🥺 FETHRYYYY AGHH id love to be so unbridled and earnest in my passions just for starters. i feel like living in this day and age especially even the most genuine people can fall victim to shame or just being humiliated by things that are "weird" but ultimately harmless and this is cheesy but the older i get the more unsustainable i start to see that is but it does get really hard to shake off so ! i dunno. i think we could all stand to sing to more jars of krill and relentlessly bother people until they come see the ultimately mundane thing we think is cool. hes got the right idea The character I’d slap: see i was gonna say scrooge again but then i remembered he got smacked around in a sack by launchpad in the halloween special and suplexed to the ground by that woman in sword of swanstantine ! wish fulfilled and then some !! A pairing that I love: WHEWWW TOO MANY TO LIST !!! going purely off of canon i'd have to say della/penumbra bc i do love a classic odd couple (is it cheating to say dellumbra is canon ? maybe . but also like cmon) i wish we could have gotten to see more of the development between fenton and gandra bc who doesn't love some star-crossed intrigue BUT i am very enamored by the instances of their romance we did end up getting to see A pairing that I despise: remember when people were trying to ship louie and lena. what the fuck was that

[crossovershipstournament]

Oh you want big guns? I'll show you big guns.

“Can you believe how much time has passed since we first got together?” he reminisced.  “Year and a half,” Clover said, ears twitching with nerves. “Feels like way more, I know.” “Actually, it feels like only yesterday,” Fenton said, smile widening as he looked to the man across from him with a gaze so full of warmth and adoration for its recipient. “I didn’t accidentally jump into Dr. Gearloose’s Time Tub without realizing it, did I?” A small jest, gaze turning to the table as his fingers toyed with his silverware while his smile remained. Clover gave him a weak, nerve-wracked smile, and then, before he could realize what he was saying, blurted out, “Do you want to get married?” And then, catching up to himself, “Fuck! No, wait. Shit. No.” He groaned and buried his face in his paws. “Sorry. I had this whole proposal planned out and went and blew it…” It took Fenton a moment to realize what had been said, only processing it once Clover began to lament his mistake, and he stared at him in realizing silence. …And then a smile broke out across his face. And he began to laugh, hands covering his beak as he tried to contain himself. A laugh so delighted and so full of unwavering love for the man before him. A laugh that was soon accompanied by tears of joy, a sign for him to reach into his pocket and pull out the small black box that he’d kept hidden. “Well…maybe we can make it even and I can spoil my plans ahead of time, too.” Clover stared, stunned, and snorted with suppressed laughter, and then buried his muzzle in his paws as more laughter bubbled out of him. “Oh my god. Did you really…” He laughed. “Wow. Okay. Um.” He might be frozen in shock- he’d had plans! Good ones!- but his tail was swishing wildly behind him. What deity had blessed him with someone so in sync with him that they’d even decided to propose at the same time? His brain caught up with him, and he smirked, chinhanding with an eyebrow waggle. “Well. Go on then. I asked. Now it’s your turn.” And the hand was back on his beak, his smile far too wide and his own little tail wagging with similar giddiness. No, no, collect yourself, Crackshell-Cabrera! Still smiling wide, he held the little box up and opened it to reveal a silver ring with a gorgeous emerald of deep-green. “Do you want to get married?”

Another laugh bubbled out of him- he just couldn’t maintain smooth for very long, not when he was so giddy. He slipped his own ring out of his coat pocket and opened it, revealing a white-gold ring with a garnet set in it. “Only if you’ll be the one to marry me.” Fenton’s laughter returned, and he couldn’t stop himself from rounding the table and giving the love of his life a kiss and embrace. “Of course I will!”

I continue to remain fair and unbiased in this poll, but OUGH. THE DOUBLE PROPOSAL SCENE. 🥺🥺

[rexscanonwife]

Hhhgghh Fenton but also REX 🥺🥺💕💕💘💘

[artistfingers]

Aaaaa just when are they going to find out that Danny Fenton is phantom pleeeeeeaaaaas

0catiiyori0 asked: And i'm just gonna say that i love you and thank you dor giving me the passion to make art again ;w;

aaahhh no thank YOU for taking the time to message me about it, i'm absolutely honored that my silly AU inspired you to get creative and make art, that really means a lot to me 🥺💕

As for when and Tucker discover that there's only ever been one Danny, all along... well, here's a few things I can tell you:

They find out before the end of sophomore year, probably just before summer break starts. (They met Phantom and Fenton near the start of sophomore year.)

...but they've known something's up with both Dannys a good while before that gets confirmed.

That said, the Doppelgänger arc (ongoing) is the first arc that will directly feed into the reveal endgame, but isn't the reveal arc in and of itself

The "main series" comics that I aim to make will conclude with the reveal aftermath/epilogue, probably during the kids' summer break.

... but don't worry. Since I'm not doing these arcs in chronological order, we've got a long ways to go yet. there are still MANY shenanigans to be had ;D

[Undercover AU]

[pransesdp]

W e l p, my DP nostalgia decided to bite me enough to wanna revamp one of my oldest and dearest OCs from back in the day... Morgan Fenton~ 🥺💜 Had alot of fun sprucing some new life back into her once again, so I hope the rest of yall enjoy her too~

More info on this sweetie can be found both below and over on my DA, for those who wanna learn more about her! :3

(Bio): 

As the second-born daughter to Amity Park’s hero, Danny Phantom, Morgan Fenton had alot to live up to from the moment she was born. With her birthplace being within the Ghost Zone itself, along with her natural snow white tufts of hair, almost everyone was quick to assume she'd grow up to have as many ghostly powers as both her father & older sister, Lili. Still, to her folks they did what they could to ensure Morgan would have as normal of a childhood as possible (some clumsy misadventures in her youth aside), counting the years to when her powers would spark to better defend herself…

And they continued to count… and count… and yet by the time Morgan reached puberty, no powers were spotted within her. Further investigation and some trips to Clockwork confirmed that Morgan was in fact, a normal human after all. As much as Danny and Sam (alongside Lili) tried reassuring their daughter that they love her just as she is no matter what… this kind of blow really struck a chord in the girl deep down, as she felt like everyone was counting on her to follow in her Halfa relatives’ footsteps. For the longest time, Morgan began to seclude herself away from everyone in a slump… not feeling the confidence to open up as much to her family anymore. 

Further, Morgan would’ve continued to close herself off… if it weren’t for the efforts of Darryl Foley (son of Tucker and Valerie) reaching out to offer Morgan a chance to prove herself as a ghost huntress, working under Valerie’s very own hunting team established within the town. Though a little intimidated at first if she could really “handle” such a lifestyle, after many months of training, dedication and stern (but necessary) discipline by Valerie’s leadership… Morgan’s confidence began to rise better than ever. 

The thrill of blasting off and wrangling ghosts with just a few gadgets and MMA moves became Morgan’s new calling, and now three years later she’s established herself well as a member of Val’s team (even given the codename “Ultra-Violet”, or “UV” for short). It’s hard to tell where Morgan’s future will grow from here, how many allies/friends she’ll make, what love life she’ll have, or what other kind of ghostly dangers she’ll stumble across next… but one thing’s for sure, its best not to underestimate a snowy cutie like her anytime soon~ 

(Fun Facts): 

-Within her time as a ghost huntress, Morgan’s preferred weapon of choice is a staff bo (which can double as a vaulting pole when she needs to cross over floating Ghost Zone rocks in case her glider-board and/or jet-pack won’t work). 

-Has a deep interest in subjects pertaining to the sci fi and supernatural, often spending many late nights watching documentaries centered around space, urban legends, and so forth. Has a soft spot for anything “oddly” cute like reptiles, aliens, and squishy creatures (such as jellyfish). 

-Tends to feel the closest to her mother Sam the most in her family, as not only can they both relate on being non-powered humans (and sharing an interest in goth subculture, or in Morgan’s case “pastel” goth), but Sam’s more down-to-earth nature tends to help ease Morgan’s anxiety on certain things whenever they spend time together. As for Lili and Danny; Morgan often finds herself a bit “overwhelmed” by her sister’s bubbly energy/naivety (though she knows Lili means well at heart), whereas with Danny it’s… kinda hard for Morgan to always see eye-to-eye with him given his “famous” status in town (and sometimes he just kinda tries too much to be “cool”/relatable with her age-group). When it all comes down to it though, there’s nothing the Fenton family wouldn’t do for eachother as the spookily sweet unit they are~. 

-When she’s not busy ghost hunting, Morgan can often be seen gaming in genres like RPG, racing and fighting tournaments. Recently she maaay or may not be picking up an interest in visual novels on the side (thanks to a certain “perky” school-friend of hers pushing them on her like crazy lol). 

-Her favorite foods includes soft-serve ice cream, french fries, and sour gummies; whereas her favorite drinks includes a classic milkshake, grape soda and matcha lattes (mainly before a big hunting gig with how early her schedule is). 

-Ever since she was a kid, Morgan’s always had a fascination for exploration and what’s “beyond” the normal human and Ghost Zones she’s seen. With the organized map she’s planned out in her room, she wishes to go through as many portals as she can to see what colorful worlds await her. 

-Has a pet gecko by the name of “Zipp”, who was given as a present to her by her folks a couple years back to help lift her spirits. A very squeaky and clingy fella he is, preferring to perch on Morgan’s shoulder whenever she’s relaxing in her room from a hard day’s work. Anyone who tries to go near or “mess with” Morgan in Zipp’s eye will be given a blaring alarm squeak and a swift bite to the fingers.

[electronswrites]

just to be different.....darkwing duck or uncle scrooge for the character asks!

Darkwing Duck

Initial Impression

He looks fun.

Current Impression

🥺 World's best father.

Favorite Moment

When he tried to convince everyone that Fenton likes him better than Gizmoduck, not knowing Fenton is Gizmoduck. Awkward dork. 🧡 him.

Story Idea

Hmmmmm. Something about him finding out Fenton is in danger and rushing to protect him, meaning Gizmoduck can't help with the threat. Fenton keeps trying to slip away to suit up, but Darkwing won't let him. Comedy!

Unpopular Opinion

Ummm... I got nothing. There really isn't much that's controversial about this character.

Favorite Relationship

Darkwing Duck & Goslin. In this house we stan loving adoptive fathers.

Favorite Headcanon

He's the PTA dad. If Sharon brings storebought brownies to the bake sale one more time, he's going to lose it.

Uncle Scrooge

Initial Impression

Okay, Boomer.

Current Impression

Uncle Scrooge! 💗 Please take me on an adventure! I want to fight mummies and climb mountains! Also, buy me some candy.

Favorite Moment

In the 2017 reboot when he dropped the enchanted quill upon seeing Della again. This man loves his family.

Story Idea

A romantic Scrooge & Goldie tale. Something that ends with him asking her to move in.

Unpopular Opinion

Cartoons can just be for fun, and not everything has to tie back to social commentary. It's not problematic to like a billionaire when he's a cartoon duck.

Favorite Relationship

Arggggggggh. This is so hard! There are so many Scrooge relationships I love! Donald! Beckley! Duckworth! Della! Goldie! Webby! Huey! Dewey! Louie! How am I supposed to pick just one??????

I think... I'm gonna go with Goldie. I really like their romantic development throughout the decades.

Favorite Headcanon

When he and Donald were estranged, Donald was still the primary beneficiary of his will.

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Face to Face - Chapter 41

Summary: When Danny went through the ghost catcher, he expected to be cured of the ghostliness that had haunted him since the accident, not to wake up on the lab floor with his parents saying he’d been overshadowed but everything’s back to normal now. But why does Danny Fenton cry himself to sleep to then dream of flying? Why does Phantom, the ghost who was supposedly possessing Danny remember a life that wasn’t his? Most of all, why do both the human and the ghost feel that something vital is missing, in their very soul? Or: Trying to cure himself of his powers one month after the accident, Danny accidentally splits himself but neither his ghost nor his human half know that that is what they did

First -> Last -> Next

Word Count: 5,779

Also on AO3 and Fanfiction.net

Note:  I'm back with another chapter! The last one of 2021 so see you next year. XD. Granted, there's only like two weeks left in the year, so not as scary as it sounds. Still, it's been a long year. I didn't end up finishing Face to Face. Hopefully, 2022 will be my year for that.

Also, this won't be the last piece of writing I'll post before New Years. I'm doing Holiday Truce so look out for that. Honestly, I was going to wait to post this chapter but the truce story is kinda kicking my butt. I need some serotonin to get the brain working, guys. So... kind words, please. 🥺 Love you guys. 🤗🥰

Oh, and a final note. The last scene of the chapter was inspired by this comic made by @itsallrightmeow. See! It took me eight months but I did end up making that a scene in Face to Face!

I think I actually did ace the history quiz. Fenton thought, confidently as he was walking to his last class. He didn’t press out with the thought enough for Phantom to hear it, all the way across town. But if he had, his ghost would have been proud to hear he did well on the quiz too.

Getting to see his other half, even for a few minutes at lunch, really had helped in that regard. The boy yawned. That tiredness that he’d felt since going through the ghost catcher had been giving him problems today. It wasn’t nearly as bad as the first few days after. Now that he knew what it was, that he felt off because part of him was missing, it was more manageable but still… lunch was better with Phantom, even if the ghost couldn’t eat. And he could feel it; his other self was happier getting to see their friends as well.

Fenton turned the corner and walked into his Spanish class. He took his seat in the back and...there was Wes, giving him a weird look. The black-haired boy raised a questioning eyebrow and the basketball player looked away. Human Danny rolled his eyes at the exchange. At least Wes wasn’t still telling everyone that he had a secret twin, not that anyone had actually listened, much less believed that. He really shouldn’t have gotten as worked up about that as he had. His heart clinched, a little guilty at that thought, at remembering how he’d acted that day, yelling at Tucker, pushing away his ghost. The boy shook his head. That was in the past, He’d already forgiven himself and he was doing better.

Fenton pushed the thought away as the bell rang and he started pulling out his homework to turn in. He turned his attention to the lesson and tried to focus. And he wasn’t doing too bad. They were just starting to learn about verb conjugation. It wasn’t….that confusing. Ugh. This would be a lot easier if he had all of his mind right now. 

It was almost like Phantom came running at the thought. The human could feel his eyes starting to glow, his other half’s presence almost tangible in his head. Neither tried to say anything but Fenton could already feel that he could focus better. The lesson just… made more sense, somehow. And Danny felt more present. He jotted down the notes and got started on the book work the teacher assigned. This was so much better!

That was, until about fifteen minutes later, when Phantom slipped away. The human Danny should almost feel the ghost scrambling for purchase. But….  Fenton blinked, feeling suddenly lonely and isolated in his mind. His head was swimming and he yawned. The boy rubbed his eyes. What...what was that? He frowned down at the paper, trying to put his thoughts in order. That was… so…. They couldn’t do that for more than fifteen minutes or so. Human Danny sighed. That was disappointing. Still….. They were going to get through it and they’d be fine. This would pass.

Fenton turned his attention back to the book. He finished about three-fourths of the questions and looked at the clock. Twenty minutes left in class. Twenty minutes left and he could go home and get a snack because he was starving and finish his homework and have some time for Mario Cart before dinner. Just a few more minutes and he could finally, finally be in the same room as his ghost half. It was draining, being so far apart. He took a relieved breath. But he could go home soon. He just really freaking wanted to be on the couch beside Phantom now, laughing about something stupid on TV, with their legs half draped over each other. He wanted to joke around with Phantom and to give him a hug, and- The boy blinked. The heck… that was sounding kinda clingy. That was weird. But… he bit his lip. Was it? He and Phantom weren’t supposed to be separate. His mind and soul wasn’t supposed to be split between two bodies. He, all of him, was supposed to be together. Was it really that weird that he wanted to be with his ghost half?

Fenton went back to the homework, comforting himself with the thought that it wasn’t weird. He finished the book work and got out the book he was supposed to be reading for English. Maybe he could finish the chapter in the ten minutes they had left in class.

And… his old friend, distraction, was back. Seven minutes. He wondered what Sam and Tucker were doing. Maybe they’d all have time to get on Doomed together tonight. It’s not like he had a ton of homework today. Five minutes. He looked at the calendar at the front of the room with the days in Spanish. It was Thursday, wasn’t it? One more day ‘til the weekend. Maybe he could ask if Sam and Tucker could come over. They could try that sitting on the ceiling thing again. Two minutes. He put away the book. One minute. The teacher was reminding them that there would be a quiz on Monday. Oh joy. 

The bell rang and all the students rushed out of their seats. Fenton went to his locker where he talked with Sam and Tucker for a few minutes, agreeing to meet to play Doomed at 8 that night. The group parted and Human Danny went home.

As soon as he came through the door, he smiled. There was Phantom on the couch. The ghost brightened at seeing him. The human walked forward, giving him a fist pump and a hug.

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Homework. Dinner. Doomed. It was all nice. Phantom told his human what happened with the ectopus earlier. He told him about Mom and Dad’s reaction to Plasmius, about their friend from college, and the update about the ghost catcher. And… there was something he was forgetting. The ghost tapped his chin in thought. Then he shrugged. It must not be important if he didn’t remember it.

The evening passed, the night, the school day. And it was Friday afternoon. Ghost Danny was eagerly waiting in the living room. Fenton should be home soon, hopefully with Sam and Tucker. It was Friday after all, so no homework! They could hang out for a few hours, try the ceiling thing, and-

The door opened and Phantom grinned. There was Fenton and…. His smile fell. “Where’s Sam and Tuck?”

“They had family stuff. Couldn’t come over tonight.” Human Danny put down his bag, approaching the couch.

The ghost nodded, disappointed. “Oh. I was really looking forward to seeing them, though.”

“They said they can come over tomorrow.” Human Danny offered encouragingly, sitting down.

That made Phantom perk up. “Really?! That’s great.” He sat up and leaned to the side to give his other self a short hug. “It’s great seeing you, by the way. I miss you when you’re at school.” He said softly, as if it was an embarrassing secret.

“Yeah?” The human questioned. “Me too.”

The ghost wasn’t surprised by the words but he was comforted. It was a weird feeling, missing yourself but it was better to know it was shared. 

The hug broke apart and the pair settled onto the couch, their legs half draped over each other. They turned on the TV and started a running commentary of jokes and banter about whatever show was on. It was more fun than watching in silence. And… both boys smirked with the same thought. Might as well banter with yourself while you can.

Maybe an hour later, Jazz came through the front door, home from whatever after school club meeting had occupied her. Just minutes later, both parents came up from the basement. They smiled, offering the typical after school greetings.

“Your friends aren’t coming over tonight, are they?” Mom asked, noticing the other teens’ absence. 

Both Dannys shook their heads. “Not tonight.” Phantom said.

“But they both said they could tomorrow. Would that be okay?” Fenton asked, with pleading eyes.

“Of course.” The woman ruffled his black hair. “Although… we were planning on having your first power training session in the lab tomorrow.” She frowned.

Ghost Danny widened his eyes, excited by the news. “Really?!” Training his powers?! A chance to see what he could really do?! He was itching to fly, to stretch his proverbial muscles. But…. there was a flicker of nervousness at Mom’s frown, her tone. “We can still invite them over, right? Sam and Tucker would love to be here for that.” 

For just a moment, Mom looked unsure. Then Dad interjected. “Come on, Mads. Let’s let his friends come. It’ll be a blast.”

“Not literally!” Phantom held up his hands. “I’ll be careful, I swear!”

The woman’s face softened and the ghost lowered his arms. “I’m not worried about that sweetie.” She reached forward, ruffling the white hair. “Your friends can come over. It should be a good time.”

“Yes!” Both boys gave the same celebratory exclamation, the same fist pump, the same inflection.

That earned a snort from Jazz while Mom wore a fond look. “How does pizza for dinner sound?”

Fenton’s eyes lit up. “Yeah! Can we get cheesy garlic bread?”

Both adults nodded. There was a brief debate once Mom pulled out a pad of paper to write down the order. She walked into the kitchen to make the call.

Dad’s content smile grew into a grin as he looked over his kids. “And we’re all here. How does Fenton Family Game Night sound?”

The teens looked at each other. Phantom’s nose threatened to wrinkle. There was the temptation to complain. Board games? Really? But… 

Fenton shrugged. “We’re not doing anything else.” His expression turned mischievous. “Beating all of you in Aggravation will be fun.”

Jazz rolled her eyes. “In your dreams.” She looked at the adult. “Sounds fun Dad.”

The man beamed. “You kids pick out what we’ll be playing.” He waved the teens off and turned back to the kitchen to talk to the other adult.

The siblings stood (and floated) in front of the open closet, perusing the board games.

Fenton pulled out one. “Monopoly?”

Jazz shook her head vigorously. “No. This family has had enough drama in the past week. We don’t need to add to it.”

The statement was light and jovial with a hint of teasing but Phantom still frowned slightly at the box. “Right. Not a good idea.” Yeah, playing the notorious family ruiner wasn’t the best idea.

“Oh.” Jazz pulled out another box, excitedly. “We could play Life.”

Phantom raised an eyebrow. “As a ghost, I’m opposed to that game.”

His sister just stared at him for a moment. Then Fenton elbowed him and started laughing. Understanding flashed across her face. “Oh my god.” 

“What? It’s discriminatory.” The ghost shrugged, flighting back a grin. ”How am I supposed to play Life?”

His human was still cackling. Jazz rolled her eyes and shoved another box in his hands. “What about this?”

Fenton’s laughter quieted as he held up the game. “Candyland?” Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. “What are we five?”

Phantom took the game from him. “Why do we even still have this?”

“It was your favorite when you were little. And Mom’s nostalgic.” Jazz said, like it was obvious. 

“Still not playing it. Okay, I already suggested Aggravation.” Human Danny grabbed a purple box with a picture of a colorful game board and marbles on the front. “So we’re playing this one.” There was no debate in his voice and of course, Phantom agreed wholeheartedly.

Jazz turned to look back over the games again. After thoughtful consideration, she pulled out a red and green box. “Then I’m picking Apples to Apples.”

“Fine with me.” Fenton shrugged as his sister stacked her chosen game with the one still in his hands.

Decisions made, the three put the rejected games back in the closet. Phantom closed the door and the three went to the kitchen to wait for the food.

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“My turn again.” Phantom rubbed his hands together eagerly, before pulling a green card from the pile. After eating, the family had decided to play Jazz’s choice, Apples to Apples, first. The ghost turned the card over, giving it a quick read. Then he placed it down on the table. “So the word is Vicious. Also means ferocious, savage, or violent.” He read the synonyms. “Show me what you’ve got.”

The other four family members turned attention to their card. Fenton frowned down at his options. Crying, Pluto, E.T, Boy Scouts, Pickles. No good options here. He contemplated…. Pluto? No. What would be the funniest pick here? He held back a snort at a suddenly funny thought. Phantom didn’t seem to have noticed as he presented his card, faced down.

Jazz and Dad handed their cards over all well. There was a long pause, as Mom continued to thoughtfully puzzle over her cards. Ghost Danny held out a hand. “I need your card, Mom.”

The woman sighed, seeming to make a decision. “This one then.” She handed it over.

Phantom didn’t look as he shuffled the cards, face down so he couldn’t tell who had given him which card. He turned them over. “Alright. So we have Vikings.” He tilted his head contemplatively. “Doing the Dishes.” He rolled his eyes. “Martha Stewart?” His brow wrinkled in confusion. “And E.T?” He snorted.

The rest of the family did an amiable job of keeping straight faces as he laid out the options. “So…” Ghost Danny continued. “Martha Stewart is out.” Dad looked vaguely disappointed as he turned over the card. “Doing the Dishes…. Ehh.” He shrugged, wrinkling his nose as he turned over the card. “Vikings…. Okay. I can kinda see that….” Jazz perked up at that. “But….” Phantom held out a hand. “How is E.T. vicious?” He blinked, just looking completely lost.

Fenton’s neutral expression slipped into a grin. “What they didn’t tell you in the movie was, E.T wasn’t left behind by accident.”

“Danny!” Jazz started. “You can’t argue for your card.”

The boy ignored her. “He was so vicious, such a ferocious fighter, they left him on purpose. He was supposed to destroy the humans. But E.T was really pissed at being ditched on such a backwater planet.”

“That’s not true.” His sister argued. “What about Vikings?” She pointed. “Pillaging villages?”

“E.T was supposed to pillage.” Fenton interjected. “But he wanted to go home.” He gave a sinister grin. “So he called. He acted all innocent and nice but he was going to get his revenge.”

“But Vikings were actually real!” Jazz interrupted. “They invaded England. With their longships and axes and swords!”

Phantom laughed at the competing teens and his human continued. “The ship answered his call. And those poor, naive aliens didn’t know what they were in for.” Fenton shook his head sadly. “E.T. was all nice and grateful. Thank...you...save...me.” He croaked out, voice gravelly. “But when they got home, he showed his true colors.” Human Danny held up a finger. “Will... have… re...venge.” He rasped. 

The ghost guffawed at the impression, chest shaking with his laughter.

“It’s not that funny.” Jazz argued. “Come on! You can’t do this!” She held up her hands.

 “Re...venge. Left...me…. Have… revenge.” Fenton vowed, barely suppressing his own laughter. “So he...he just strolled out of this ship, laser gun in one hand and held up his other hand and….” With a theatrical pause, he held up a finger, curling it into a crescent. “E.T…. burn….home.” Human Danny rasped.

Phantom lost it. He leaned back, laughing hysterically. The chair tilted and creaked.

“Danny! Careful.” Mom called out.

There was a bang as the chair fell over. Phantom would have fallen too, except he was floating. He ended up half laying down in the air with his arms around his stomach. He wiped a tear from his eye. “Al...All...right you win.” He made a semi-circle in the air, effortlessly floating forward and up until he was floating on his stomach. “E.T….” A snort. “E.T’s vicious.” He held the green card out and threw it at Fenton, ghostly tail lashing behind him as both Dannys laughed themselves silly.

“Come on! That’s not fair.” Jazz raised her hands, arguing. “You can’t argue for your own card!”

“Now Jazz.” Mom had a hand over her mouth, trying to hold back a laugh. “There’s no rule against that.”

“Yeah.” Fenton elbowed her, giggles calming. “You should have argued better.”

His sister rolled her eyes. “But… you keep picking each other’s cards!” 

“Hey, it’s not my fault he just gets my sense of humor.” Phantom shrugged.

“You have the exact same sense of humor!” Jazz put both hands on her head. “Because you’re the same person!”

Both Dannys gave identical shrugs and mischievous grins. “Yeah? So?”

Their sister facepalmed. Both the adults laughed at the antics. “You really shouldn’t play as individuals then.” Jazz muttered.

“Sweetie, I think it’s too late for that in this game.” Mom chuckled. “Next time?”

Fenton and Phantom look at each other before the human voiced agreement. “Sure. Next time.”

Their sister was only marginally satisfied. The game night continued.

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Human Danny ended up winning, being the first to get ten cards. This was much to his and Phantom’s joy and Jazz’s chagrin. 

“So…” Fenton heavily dropped the box on the table, once all the Apples to Apples cards had been put away. “Aggravation next.” He grinned. “Me and Phantom want green.”

As Jazz had argued before, the boys agreed to play together. Their sister nodded, satisfied, and confidently chose yellow. With Mom as blue and Dad as orange, the game began.

“Phantom, you roll this time.” Fenton handed the dice over and crossed his fingers. “Come on. We need a one or a six.”

The ghost wore the same pleading look. This was their fourth roll and they still couldn’t seem to get out of home base. Phantom rolled, dropping the dice on the table. The piece bounced and….. Fell off. Human Danny groaned while Ghost Danny ducked under the table to get the dice.

“It’s a six!” Phantom exclaimed excitedly. He floated back up and with a grin, went to move his first marble.

“Can’t do that, Danno.” Dad chuckled.  “You gotta roll again if it rolls off the table.”

“But...it’s a six!” Fenton argued with pleading eyes.

“Roll again.” Mom instructed, gently.

“But-”

“Just roll again.” Jazz elbowed the human version of her brother.

“Fine.” Fenton grumbled, taking the dice. He gave it a shake and…. He groaned, dramatically dropping his head onto the table.

“It’s a three!” Phantom complained loudly.

“That’s too bad.” Jazz said with little compassion. “My turn.” She took the dice, rolled, and… “Yes! Another six!” She moved another piece out and rolled again. Both Dannys groaned.

Dad and Mom went before it was the Dannys turn again. “Finally!” Phantom let out an exaggerated sigh. A one. They could finally move a piece out of base.

The game continued for several rounds. The Dannys moved out a second piece. Dad ended up stuck in the shortcut. Mom was moving quickly across the board and Jazz rolled another six.

The red-head teen tapped her chin. “So. I can move one out of base.” She motioned with her finger. “I can move that one. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.” She counted the spaces, stopping over one of Dad’s marbles. The man’s eyes widened slightly; he looked nervous. “Or, this one.” She pointed at her other yellow marble. “One. Two. Three.” There was a slow deliberateness to the counting, the corner of her lip turning up mischievously. “Four. Five. Six.” Her finger hovered over a green marble.

Fenton’s eyes widened. He waved his hands. “No. No. Don’t.”

Jazz paused theatrically. “Should I move this one…” She pointed to the marble near Dad’s piece. “Or this one?”

“That one!” Phantom pointed enthusiastically. “Take Dad’s!”

“Really, son?” The man put a hand over his heart dramatically. “You’d betray your old man like that, Danny-boy?”

“Or… you could just move that one?” Fenton suggested hopefully, pointing to Jazz’s starting base.

The girl’s eyes flickered between the two marbles. She smiled wickedly. “Eh… I don’t think so.” With deliberate slowness, she moved her marble.

Ghost Danny reached a hand out. “Jazz!” He whined.

His sister didn’t respond, lifting his green marble up and placing hers down. She gently placed it back in his base and gave him a smug smile.

Fenton crossed his arms and grumbled. Both adults laughed.

A few more turns. The Dannys were able to get back at Jazz a few turns later, sending one of her pieces back to base.

“Danny!” The other teen looked incredibly offended.

Both boys just laughed.

Then it was Dad’s turn. “Sorry, son.” He smiled sheepishly; the man had only one move as he moved his singular marble to Dannys’ and sent him home.

Mom, Danny, Jazz, then Dad again. Round and round in repeating turns. Marbles were moved out of base, around the board, and towards home. The Dannys had one in home, Mom and Dad two, and Jazz three. 

Fenton crossed his fingers. He was so close. Just three more spaces and his second piece would be home safe. He bit his lip. Mom was pretty close to him but…. It should be fine.

On Mom’s turn, she rolled, a look of concentration on her face as if she was trying to will a specific number. The dice landed and…. Human Danny’s eyes widened. No. No. NO! It was four, the exact number she’d need to take his piece.

Phantom looked up, fixing pleading eyes on her. “Please! I’m so close.”

Her eyes roamed over the pieces, thinking, searching. Then she moved her blue piece, the one near his. “Sorry, sweetie.” She didn’t sound all that apologetic, despite the words, but at least, there was none of the malicious glee that Jazz exhibited at taking his pieces.

Phantom flopped his head down on the table, groaning. Fenton just stared, in annoyance. “What? Is this bully Danny night?”

Jazz snorted. “We’ve got to keep you in your place, after the stunt you pulled with Apples to Apples.”

“It’s not my fault he’s got the same sense of humor.” Both Dannys emphasized.

 Mom laughed, handing over the dice. “Your turn, Danny.”

Fenton rolled a six, managing to get a piece out of base. He rolled again that turn, moving the same piece up three spaces. And the next turn, he managed to steal the marble Mom had just used to send him back to base.

The woman rolled her eyes. “That’s fair, I suppose.”

More pieces were stolen. But mercy was also given. The next time Mom had a chance to take one of the Dannys’ pieces, she moved a different marble. Though, maybe mercy was the wrong word; she did take Jazz’s piece. Soon, Mom had three marbles in home and her fourth was quickly approaching as well. Jazz also had three and after quickly getting out and using the shortcut, was in the same place as her mom.

“Come on! A four!” Jazz rolled frantically, needing exact numbers to get in home and win the game. “No!” She groaned as she saw it was a five instead.

Dad was next. “Get her!” “Come on!” The kids crossed their fingers, eagerly hoping he’d be able to get Mom’s last piece. He rolled and… 

“No!” Everyone but Mom exclaimed.

The woman looked smug. She rolled and… “Rats.” The number wasn’t high enough to get in home.

The Dannys turn came. “Come on! Come on!” They needed a three to take out Jazz. Both blew on the dice, scooting closer in their chairs. They coordinated, moving so the dice was clasped between Fenton’s right hand and Phantom’s left. They awkwardly shook the closed fists and…. 

“NO!” Both groaned.

Jazz took the dice, smugly. “So close.” She pinched her thumb and pointer finger together. “But no dice.”

“Hey! Puns are our thing.” Human Danny complained.

His sister rolled her eyes and rolled the dice. “Again! I needed a four!” She moaned as she again rolled the wrong number.

Dad’s turn. Another chance to stop Mom from winning. “Come on! Come on!” “You can do it!” “This time!” The teens leaned forward, encouraging the man as he rolled. More groans at another wrong number.

Mom tilted her head, giving a teasing smile as she took the dice. “So close, hon.” She patted her husband’s shoulder.

All the other players were still leaning forward. Fenton was at the edge of his seat, ripe with tense. But for once not because of anxiety, but in excitement, in eagerness. There was an anticipation mounting with every move as they got down to the line. Who would win? Mom or Jazz? And could they stop either of them?

“Not a six. Not a six. Not a six.” Fenton and Phantom chanted, as Mom rolled the dice.

“Oh, stop that.” She waved them off mildly.

Jazz joined in, grinning. “Not a six. Not a six.” The chant just grew louder.

The woman rolled and… “Yes!” She put her hand up. “A six!” Mom smiled smugly as she put her last piece into home. “I win.”

Both Dannys groaned, throwing up hands. “Seriously! No!”

Mom laughed, handing over the dice. “Come on. Let’s see who comes in second.”

The family did so, Fenton and Phantom taking great joy in every attempt to sabotage Jazz and Dad. In the end, Jazz came second and Dad third. The Dannys were dead (ha!) last. But that wasn’t so bad.

Fenton smiled, heart just about bursting as they enjoyed celebratory ice cream after putting away the games. Dad was recounting his “E.T burn home” story, with Phantom correcting him on the specifics of the telling. The ghost was comfortable enough to float horizontal in the air, like he was floating in a pool. His long ghost tail trailed behind him and curled around the legs of Fenton’s chair, as if he was some kind of serpent and not someone who just a month and a half ago had been completely human. Jazz was arguing that, really he should have chosen Vikings, leading to her and Mom talking about said warriors and whether or not vicious would really be an accurate description. And Fenton... he was ecstatic, at seeing his other half so comfortable, at eating ice cream and just being with his family. This… if all family games nights went like this, he’d gladly do it again.

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Eventually, everyone packed up and went to bed. Both Dannys went up to their bedroom, Fenton preparing to sleep. The two chatted, still excited after the games, and the ice cream on human Danny’s part.

“E.T burn home.” Phantom was doing the impression again.

Fenton rolled his eyes. This was going to turn into one of those family inside jokes, wasn’t it? “It’s really not that funny.”

“Yes it is.” The ghost giggled.

Another eye roll as the human slipped on his pajamas. He left to brush his teeth and came back to Phantom still talking at a mile a minute. “Man, that was so great. I haven’t laughed like that in so long. And Jazz’s face! She got so mad!” He cackled.

Fenton snorted, remembering her reaction to that story. She hated it when he bent the rules but he didn’t care. Tormenting his sister was too good. 

“And we won!” The ghost continued, eagerly holding up his hand for a high five. 

Human Danny raised a brow teasingly. “I think you mean I won.”

Phantom stuck out his tongue. “Nah hu. We won.” He emphasized.

“No, It was definitely just me.” Fenton grinned. The ghost crossed his arms, apparently grumby, and the human laughed. “Alright. We won.”

“See. That wasn’t so hard.” Phantom waggled a finger, as if he was chastising a wayward child.

Human Danny furrowed his brow, giving his counterpart a strange look. Then his lips stretched into a mischievous. “Wasn’t so hard?!” He practically leapt at Phantom, knocking both of them into the bed and falling into it. “Wasn’t so hard?!” Fenton furiously rapped his knuckles against the white-haired head.

“Fenton!” His ghost shrieked through his giggles, trying to pull away from the nuggie.

But human Danny held fast, laughing with one arm around his counterpart. Phantom’s ghostly tail waggled excitedly. He flickered intangible, trying to escape.

“No, you don’t.” Fenton became intangible with him and the attempt was dashed. “Ya poltergeist.”

Phantom returned both of them to tangibility. Then as revenge, he bent and stretched to nuggie his human’s head. Both laughed for a long moment, squirming and trying to get away from each other. But the attempts lacked conviction. Being side by side, sharing the moment felt too good to cut it short.

Then there was a knock on the door. “Danny?” Mom asked. “Can I come in?”

The giggles stopped but both Dannys were still grinning. Eyes met and Fenton smirked. Phantom raised a brow, before his eyes widened, nodding. No more words were needed, just a mischievous grin shared. The ghost soundlessly rose from the bed and phased through the closed closet door.

“Come in.” Human Danny finally called, trying to keep the humor out of his voice.

The woman opened the door. “Almost ready for bed?” She questioned, at seeing him on the bed. “I was going to check on you.” Her eyes flickered around the room. “Where’s Phantom?” 

Fenton shrugged, appearing casual. “Hey, Mom?” He asked. “Do you remember when I was little and would ask you to check for ghosts in the closet?”

The woman furrowed her brow. “Yes? I remember that, sweetie.”

Human Danny fought to keep his face neutral. “Can you check for me?”

Mom gave him a skeptical look but turned to the closet anyway. With a look back, she opened the door. It creaked and she looked down. “Oh. I think I might have found something.” She squatted down.

Phantom looked up at her, from where he was seated with his knees pulled to his chest. “I think there’s someone in my bed.” He whispered, conspiratory.

She rolled her eyes. “Is there now?” A hand ruffled his white hair, a new fondness entering her voice. “I think it’s just you.”

Phantom put a hand over his core and opened his mouth, acting as if this was the most surprising thing he’d ever heard. “Really? No way.” He flew fluidly past her, floating beside Fenton. The ghost leaned into him, wrapping one arm around his human. “This guy?” He pointed. “I don’t see the resemblance.”

Fenton gave him a teasing look. “It’s the hair, isn’t it?”

“Yes!” He rolled his eyes. “I mean...you’re supposed to have bedhead after you go to sleep, not before.” 

“Hey!” The human complained, mock offended. “Why’d you gotta do me dirty like that? Watch out or Mom’s gonna be insisting on brushing my hair.”

Phantom elbowed him. “I’ll brush yours if you brush mine?”

Mom laughed, interrupting the nonsensical banter. “You two are so adorable.”

Both mouths snapped shut and twin questioning, skeptical looks pinned her. “What?” Fenton breathed.

The woman smiled, coming to sit on Phantom’s left. She wrapped an arm around the ghost, her hand resting on the human boy’s shoulder. “I’m serious. My adorable little boy.”

“Mom! I’m fourteen!” Both Dannys protested, completely in sync.

Mom rolled her eyes, good naturedly. “My little man, then.”

Twin exacerbated groans sounds but still, the pair of teens didn’t shy away from the affection.

The woman let out another laugh. “Thank you for tonight. I know no teenager wants to spend a Friday night playing board games with their parents.” The Dannys rolled their eyes at the statement but Mom continued. “But it means a lot to me.” She pulled them closer, tightening the half-hug. “I love seeing you so happy.”

Fenton felt his heart squeeze, a warmth filling it. The previous prickliness and aversion to affection dissolved. “Yeah. We haven’t laughed like that in a while.”

“I know.” Mom said. There was just a hint of heaviness to the statement, a somber understanding. “I love both of you so much.” She smiled. “Like I said, you two are so cute.” Fenton wanted to roll his eyes at the statement but… “I love seeing you happy together.” Her eyes met Fenton’s and then Phantom’s. “I know you’re the same person. You’re both Danny, obviously. But the way you just… go together...” She trailed off, unsure. There was a pause as her brow furrowed in deep thought. Then…. “Things seem to be… better between you two than they were earlier.”

The human Danny swallowed, his heart suddenly lodged in his throat.

Phantom took a breath. Then he answered. “They are.”

Mom met the green eyes, and then then blue. And Fenton could almost see the dozens of questions behind them. But the doubt, the uncertainty there…. Human Danny wasn’t sure whether she was unsure of what questions she even needed to ask or if she doubted that she should ask at all. Fenton looked away, biting his lip. His stomach flopped. And… at once, he desperately hoped that she wouldn’t ask. And he hoped she would.

Instead, Mom pulled him closer. “Sleep well, sweetie.”

Fenton let out a breath. “Thanks, Mom. ‘Night.”

The woman stood, giving the pair one last smile before closing the door. And human Danny didn’t know whether he felt relieved… or disappointed.

[lapetitechatonne]

Hey there. I saw you're looking for a beta for a dp/batfam crossover fic. Idk how to beta but if it's giving appropriate feedback on a fic I can do that. My qualifications are that I like both dp and batfam and took a 300 level editing course in uni that one time. My availability is ??? idk, but I'm interested

🥺💕 wow thank you so much, i 100% wasn’t expecting to get any responses on that posts lol

i’ll link the idea the my fic is based off here and if you still think it’s interesting i’d love to share the plotting and little bit i have so far

i’m like super busy, so i don’t have much for now, but it would be really helpful to bounce ideas off of someone who knows what i’m talking about lol

[rexscanonwife]

Howdy Brie!! I am so touched and thankful for your tags on my Texiarty traditional art piece, it was so sweet to read and I appreciate you taking the time to write them- I especially appreciate you assuring me that it as a traditional art piece is still beautiful- thank you so much ;----;

While I'm here, I wanted to come ask about how Fenton likes to show his love and appreciation for your s/i! What are his love languages vs yours? How does he let you know he cares for you 🥺?

Sunny @tex-treasures

Hello Sunny my dear!! Sorry about my late reply, I get kinda distracted when I'm doing my 5:30am shifts but thank you so much for taking the time to send in an ask! <3 your art is always beautiful, whether it's traditional or digital and I want you to know that!

And oooh that's such a good question!! Well, we see in the show that Fenton is naturally a hopeless romantic, so he's definitely one for traditional shows of affection (ie, a rose here and there, some sweet words, maybe a poem)! Still, he's very busy protecting Duckberg as Gizmoduck so it means the most when we're able to have a night or even an hour together. If he's working in the lab I like to sit near him and watch him totally engrossed in his projects or work on my own and take comfort knowing we're near each other. And when we can swing a romantic dinner together he always goes all out, both in his mind to make up for the missed nights to really show how much he cares!

as for me, words of affirmation are a way of showing affection, especially since he's being constantly being put down by others or plagued by his own self doubt. :'3 I like to constantly remind him how special he is, how smart and capable and kind and how he's doing amazing things!! Also physical touch, that's always good for the touch starved skjhjkg