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The Insomniac's Diner

Happy Truce @half-deadmagicperson! I've been working on this for a little bit - honestly my ideas started to get so big that I might even make it longer. Just wanted to give you this chapter and wishing you the best! Hope you like it.

The prompt I chose was: Mr. Lancer discovers Danny’s identity in the most random way.

When battling insomnia, the last thing he expected was to be sitting at his favourite grungy diner on the outskirts of Amity, drinking what he presumed was coffee.

William Lancer sighed, clicking his pen absently as he reread his manuscript for the third time that night. Green eyes swept the page, hoping for a spark of inspiration to send his whirling mind into a buzz, spilling the story onto the page. He took another sip, scrunching his nose in disgust at the burnt taste.

“Fresh Cup there Lance?”

He choked, coughing into the cup in surprise. The diner owner stood over him, a smirk across her round face as she waited for an answer. “No, probably for the best Gloria. It’s a school night after all.”

Gloria tutted, settling in across the man in his booth. “This is the third night this week dearie – anything the matter?”

Lancer sighed again. “Not sure – you know I’ve been dealing with this for years.”

“Well, yes, but it seems like it might be a little more regular now,” Gloria replied, humming slightly. “In all the years I’ve seen you William, this ranks top three. Is it the book again? The teens at the school? Don’t tell me it’s the g-“

“Shh!”

Gloria and Lancer turned to the wide-eyed cook behind the counter. “Don’t jinx it Gloria. He might show up again?”

Curiosity bubbled through Lancer. “He?” He queried.

Gloria shrugged. “It’s been a week, I doubt he’ll show up again. Besides, all he does is show the card anyway.”

Lancer frowned. “The card?”

Gloria pointed to the wall of frayed photos under a large sign labelled Friends of Dale. “The All-You-Can-Eat one. It’s the card where that person and anyone in their family can eat for free after completing the Dale’s challenge in one sitting.”

 “The one that’s everything on the menu topped with a fudge sundae?”

“That’s the one! It’s been 6 years since anyone even tried.” Gloria fidgeted with the menu on the table. ‘Anyway, this kid keeps showing up here at random hours of the morning and asks for the same thing: Three pancakes topped with whipped cream and a coffee with an expresso shot and 7 sugars.”

Lancer gagged. “7 sugars? At that point why drink coffee?”

“You’re missing the point Lance,” Gloria tapped the menu card, attempting to gain his attention. “This kid, he’s like…. I don’t know. But he’s high school aged.”

Lancer bristled. “One of my students?”

Gloria shook her head. “Don’t think so – unless you have a student with white hair who can fly.”

The pen dropped from Lancer’s hand as the man’s jaw dropped. “What?”

Gloria smiled mischievously. “You heard me.”

Lancer grabbed his pen, clicked it a few times then set it on the table. “How long does he stay?”

Gloria stood up, smoothing out the front of her uniform while she eyed the rest of the diner. “Depends on the day. Often, I hear him muttering about a curfew. If our parents made our curfew after 2am on a school night I’d question their sanity.” She frowned, nodding her head to the left. “Gotta jet. But you’re in for a treat.”

Puzzled, Lancer traced Gloria’s steps across the checkered floor.

“The usual?” Gloria asked warmly as she approached the booth furthest from the door.  

“Yeah – and if you have ice and a first aid kit, I’d appreciate it.”

Lancer’s blood ran cold as Phantom’s voice softly echoed through the diner. He peered subtly over his booth, barely making out the gray hoodie with a tuft of snow white hair poking out of it. Vaguely, he heard Gloria tell him she couldn’t fork over the first aid kit but took his order down. She walked back towards the counter, locking eyes with the teacher and mouthed what suspiciously looked like Told you in his direction.

Lancer stared back at his manuscript, mind reeling at this new development. Phantom here. How long? Have they every been here at the same time? Why?

“You look confused.”

Startled, Lancer jumped out of his seat, spilling coffee over the first page as the young ghost materialized across from him.

Danny Phantom winced, frowning at the mess. “Shoot, sorry.” The boy grabbed papers and suddenly the coffee fell through the table and onto the floor. Once the table was solid again, he picked up the manuscript, made them into a neat pile and handed them back to the man. “I should know better.”

Lancer stood, gaping at the boy now joining him at the booth. “It’s… alright…” He sat back down gingerly, eyeing him warily. The gray hoodie, he realized, was from an old spirit wear campaign from Casper High that was discontinued in the 80s; Lancer swore he saw them in a stock room in the basement a couple weeks back. Phantom’s gloved hands were in his sleeves, the left pressed down on his right. Green eyes stared back, confusion and a bit of concern shining back at him. “Long night?”

The spell was broken; the teen groaned loudly, shrinking into his seat. “It always is. Seriously, I thought I’d never get away from Technus’ babble. He’s almost as bad as T-a friend of mine.” Gloria came over, giving the boy his food, a bowl of ice and coffee and left the pair with a hint of smile. “What about you? Didn’t think teachers stayed up until 2am on a school night.”

 Lancer laughed. “Try being a teacher in America. Trust me, I’m not up because I want to.” He watched the boy take a piece of ice, wrapped it in a napkin before pressing down on his arm. Ignoring the action and the wince that followed, Lancer continued. “I’ve struggled with insomnia over the last 10 years, sometimes I can get through it, sometimes… I embrace it.”

“Some would say neglecting sleep is bad for you,” the boy quipped.

“Some haven’t had the nights I’ve had,” he retorted.

Phantom hummed, taking a bite out of the first pancake with his left hand. “Not like I can’t relate,” he muttered. The ghost’s eyes flickered to the stack of papers. “What’s that?”

A soft smile graced his lips. “Just a little bit of writing.”

Phantom hummed again, this time bringing his head to his hand thoughtfully. “Like a book?”

“Exactly that. I figured if I couldn’t sleep, I’d at least work on it a bit.”

“Did it help?”

Lancer laughed sardonically. “Nope.” He rubbed his eyes tiredly. “And I have to cover at least one extra period tomorrow. Any chance your escapades destroyed part of the school tonight?”

The boy flushed green. “Hey! I don’t intentionally destroy buildings! I can’t pick where I’m thrown!”

Lancer chuckled. “I was joking.” The pair sat in silence, Phantom continuing his meal while Lancer drank the rest of his burnt coffee. Eventually, his curiosity got the better of him. “How long have you been coming here?”

Phantom shrugged. “Apparently this place has a bunch of …. What did Frostbite call them…. Essentially faultlines,” He made a face. “Not quite that. Anyway, a bunch of these faultlines the run under this diner that deter ghosts from coming here. It’s like a ghost truce space – some of our powers don’t work. We’re hardwired to avoid it.”

Lancer’s face twitched. “So… like it’s haunted.”

Phantom smiled mischievously. “You get it.” He stretched, taking a sip of coffee before settling in again. “Anyway, found that out a couple months back and remembered that I had the card so I’ve been coming here when I need to fuel up.”

Lancer nodded, making a mental note to ask about it later. One never got this close to the ghost hero without a ghost fight, let alone know a bit about him. His curiosity was peaked, brimming with wanting to learn everything he could about the visitor. All the questions suddenly left him as he saw Phantom add more sugar to his coffee. “Eventually, that’ll stop being coffee.”

Phantom chuckled. “Good. It’s gross – I only use it for the caffeine anyway. I still have at least another hour to go before I can actually go home.”

Lancer glanced at his watch; 2:30am. “I don’t envy you,” he said softly.

The boy’s eyebrow quirked upward. “Who would?” he asked honestly.

Lancer frowned at the response but before he was able to think hard about it, a new bulletin flashed across the TV, completely stealing the boy’s attention to the conversation at hand.

“Shoot,” he said with a frown. He downed the coffee in one go and floated into the air. “Gotta run – maybe I’ll see you around sometime Mr. Lancer.” He flew up through the ceiling and then the diner was silent again.

Lancer barely managed to wave, frowning at the bizarre conversation.

“Harmless right?”

Lancer jumped out of his skin as Gloria snuck up behind him. “Hell House Gloria, anyone ever suggest you might be a ghost?”

Gloria chuckled, giving him the bill. “You know you love it.” She started to clean the table, frowning slightly. “Huh, poor thing must have been in a rush.”

“Seemed so – why?”

Gloria flashed the membership card his way. “He left this behind. I’ll just keep it until he shows up next.”

Lancer grew pale. “Gloria – are you sure that’s his card?”

Gloria’s eyes sparkled. “Yes – why?”

“Because I recognize that name,” he said softly.

Gloria smiled in understanding. “You teach those kids right? Little one should be high school bound by now.”

He nodded.

“Well it’s his card – no doubt about it. Not stolen either, I did the test and all. It’s him.” She shrugged, turning her back as she pocketed the evidence. “Don’t think too hard about it – it’ll keep you up at night.”

Lancer sat frozen, his curiosity wrapping around such an absurd theory that he couldn’t shake. There was no way. No possible way this could be true and yet –

The card said Fenton.

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for context, gloria's talking about the cut in melman's ear

keep reading if you want to read my headcanon yapping

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so um

i listened to some audio clips from the old website, and melman said he was born in the bronx zoo, but was raised in central park for "the past ten years" of his life.

from looking at the Madagascar a little wild posters, melman has had that cut in his ear since he was a child 😭

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so one of my headcanons

is that melman got hurt back at bronx (like kinda badly) when he was a kid, and then was moved to central park because it was safer.

and one of the remaining scars from the injury was the cut in his ear

how he got hurt- im still thinking about it

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another one is that marty was the first one at the zoo (he was born in the zoo), then gloria (she was brought in when she was a baby, along with her parents), and then melman (my previous headcanon)

and this video is when gloria met melman for the first time

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yeah im real f##ked up when it comes to headcanons

especially my fav characters

i just give them sad headcanons

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also if you want the link to where i found the audio clips:

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Isaacul, 30: as comfort

Isaac's body was in pain. It felt like it was floating in a void, yet it could see everything going on around it. As the Leviathan crumbles back down to Earth, it was knocked unconscious, and Satan took advantage of its weakened state, possessing its body to fight against Dracul and Alucard.

It was incredibly foolish of him, but Satan was only concerned with destruction. It didn't matter how it happened.

Isaac tried to fight back against the possession, truly it did. But with the taxing battle with the Leviathan, on top of the battle with Zobek, Isaac didn't stand a chance. It was too weak in that moment to fight off the possession. It felt so foolish and disgusted with itself, but what could it do at this point, but let the battle play out?

And did a battle play out. It was vicious and destructive, very little give was taken on either side. Satan was at a disadvantage, working with a failing body, that was crumbling from the lack of energy.

He didn't stand a chance. Especially once the grounds they were fighting on, crumbled out from under them. They crashed back into Earth, creating a small impact site.

Alucard wrapped his arms under the possessed body, effectively pinning them. Satan was squirming and struggling, before stilling as Dracul lifted the Vampire Killer to stake him. That didn't mean Satan was giving up.

"You seem so ready to kill one of your own," he mocked, "then again, isn't it your hands that bear the blood of your wife and son?" This made Alucard growl against the body's back.

Dracul was many things. He was a warlord, the Prince of Darkness, and a father whose children's lives were on the line. He was no dumb man, and he called the snakes bluff.

Black filled Isaac's eyes as Satan tried to leave its body. It didn't know what happened from there, but it could taste a warmth on its lips. It tasted familiar. Comforting. Isaac surged out of its unconscious state, its mouth nipping, before latching onto Dracul's arm. It drank in the blood of its sire, like a man parched from the desert.

When Isaac detached, it panted and looked around in confusion. Fingers gently lifted its chin up, making yellow eyes meet red. Isaac had never seen such fear and worry in those eyes before. It moved on autopilot, lifting its arms and surging forward to connect their lips together.

Isaac had yearned for this for over a millennium, only to be met with equal fervor from Dracul himself. They broke away at the sound of Alucard clearing his throat. He looked exhausted, but happy. Hell, all Isaac could bet money it didn't look much better.

But they were alive, and as Dracul lifted it into his arms, and Alucard beside them... It could only smile, with a small burst of laughter bubbling up into its throat. It surged up again, and pressed another kiss onto Dracul's lips.

There was a millennium of kisses they had to make up for.

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Marcelo Demoliner & Matwé Middlekoop • Córdoba Open 2020 • Finals

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https://www.tumblr.com/can-i-make-image-descriptions/704588725997404160/general-guide-for-image-descriptions?source=share

Why are you sending me this? I describe images when I have the spoons to, and based on what's in this guide, I do so properly. It's a bit passive-aggressive to just send a link with instructions to follow, innit...?

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playing fortnite reload with randoms is so infuriating because why is there always a dumb motherfucker running away or being useless or quitting after they die brother the whole point of the game is that YOU DIE!!! 😭😭😭

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Wimbledon XD SF: Joran Vliegen/Yifan Xu def. Matwe Middelkoop/Aldila Sutjiadi 6-1, 3-6, 6-3 Match Stats

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Joran/Yifan was dominant throughout the sets they led, taking an advantage from Dila/Middelkoop’s service game under pressure by constantly coming up with shots, mostly return winners. This paid off with their frequent breaks of serves, where eventually the former pair came out victorious at the end.

Speaking of the aforementioned return games, after pressing Dila’s service games at most (especially the second, with often a non-existent first), Joran/Yifan started to press through the rally, anticipating well until creating shot winners. This resulted in them having 4 more return winners, and mostly opened their path to their 9 opportunities to break, even if they only converted 33% of them. However, despite Dila/Middelkoop’s. attempts to dig deep and their 57% serve returns landing in, it was insufficient for them to maintain their rhythm in the third set. They took advantage of Joran/Yifan’s errors to have a 100% break point conversion rate solely from the second set, but the latter pair was more proactive for them to dominate the flow.

On the other hand, Joran/Yifan’s service games were almost unbreakable. Scoring 2 more aces than Dila/Middelkoop, they successfully landed 70% of their first serves and excelled their first serves by winning 17% more points from there alone. On the other hand, even if both pairs double-faulted just once, Dila/Middelkoop’s second serves appeared the most vulnerable with only having a 54% winning percentage, hence they ended up being rallied numerous times, which execution did not pit well.

In the finals, Joran/Yifan will face Mate Pavic/Lyudmyla Kichenok, who dug deep to defeat Jonny O’Mara/Olivia Nicholls 7-6(6), 4-6, 6-3. Considering how Joran/Yifan was that aggressive in the semifinals, a controlled one could be a good test for M. Pavic/L. Kichenok, especially when it comes to anticipation and how they balanced their shot placement at the end of the day. Should be an interesting final!

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Twst oc!! She’s apart of a twst fan project I’ve been working on for a few years now!

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Heres your reminder that there is a genocide going on in Palestine right now!

There are ways you can help! Under the cut of this post i have put many charities you can sign donate to. If you dont have money (like me) and you still want to help, the best thing you can do is spread the word and share the stories of the millions of palestinians stuck in gaza right now.

A way you can help, even if you dont have money, is participating in the daily click! You can also reblog this post to spread the word. Thank you, and please have a nice day/night.

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Beyond Broken: Yasmin's Resilience - A Beacon of Hope Amidst

I am always updating this if i see someone new who i have not put on the list before.

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Been a few months!

I took a break from DP fanfics after the Exodus because of Grad school. I’m in my last semester (FINALLY) but we’re getting to the end of the school year for work and these teens are not okay. Been focusing on the mental health of my students and taking time to know what they’re into to connect/make them feel a little more comfortable coming to school. So I started to watch One Piece to incorporate my reviews in bits of down time so they can be part of a conversation.

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It has consumed me and is too powerful.

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V (Cyberpunk 2077) UPDATED (Requested add tray files, CC list)

Hair by @josheoh here

Jacket by @darte77 here

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Redid the pics background to match my other characters' pics, and fixed V's hair

Misty and Jackie ⭐ Goro Takemura ⭐ LizzyWizzy ⭐ Rita wheeler ⭐ David Martinez (edgerunners) ⭐ UPDATED Requested by @matw-subject-to-xy <3 to add tray files and a cc list but please read the SLIDER WARNING (to avoid getting conflicting sliders and breaking them). The game may still say something like "there is CC missing", this is because the sim has tons of custom traits that i couldn't be bothered to remove in game, and some clothing items that i removed but for some reason still showed up in the tray importer, just ignore this, ive included everything she is wearing here in the pics. I gave her base game outfits for the rest of the outfits so that she isn't in underwear is ready to just plop in your game and play, with the same make up and accessories in all of them so you don't have to add it for every outfit, but you can remove it if you want; except pjs athletic and swimwear (no makeup or necklace etc but kept all the piercings for all outfits)

Here is what V looks like with no make up:

If anyone ever wants me to add tray files and cc list of any other sim let me know and I'll do it if and when I can / want to (usually i just add cc list but this V sim is older when I still never added these; and I never included sliders or tray files to avoid breaking them in your game... but I'll do it for whoever wants if I can💜 ) I also updated my random cyberpunk tattoo set (v is now wearing her V + Johnny love tattoo) so that there are more categories to choose from. DOWNLOAD CC AND TRAY FILES Add tray files to tray folder, not to mods folder.