#pipermasters

[phicphight]

Confessions

ffn | ao3 Completed, Rated K, Word Count: 272 Pairings: None Trigger Warnings: None. Author: Bonuscat ffn | ao3 (Team Human) “Vlad practices confessing his love for Maddie with his cat” - Phic Phight prompt by @pipermasters (Team Ghost) ***

“Maddie?” Vlad said, twisting his hands. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, for quite some time.” Her eyes, sparkling and intent, met his. “When we met in college, I was taken by your drive for the supernatural, how you persevered, though you were mocked for your passion. You never failed to surprise me with your intellect and your perception in everything you did and do. No matter how dire a situation, you never fail to pull an ace from your sleeve and win life’s game of cards.”

Maddie regarded him curiously, quietly encouraging him to continue.

Vlad looked her straight in the eyes. “What I’m trying to say is, well- oh, who am I kidding, Maddie?” He stroked the cat’s head, wishing he were caressing a certain hand. “This isn’t working. I don’t know why I’m having so much trouble. It’s just a few words, isn’t it?” The feline meowed, settling in the halfa’s lap. “But just saying ‘I love you’ won’t suffice! There’s no originality in that. I might as well send her a- a cheap card. I need to show her my love, but how?”

Maddie jumped delicately from Vlad’s lap and padded to her food dish. “Dinner? Yes, that would work, but it has to be special. Perhaps I could treat her at one of my estates. Yes! A romantic evening at my new mansion in the Rockies of bird-watching from the comfort of the balconies, followed by a candlelight dinner.” A pointed mew. “Oh, my apologies, dear.” Vlad fed his cat.

[phandomphightclub]

Round 2 Match 15: @qlinq-qhost vs. @pipermasters

Writer: @dannyphandump

“Oh geez, it’s the teeth ghost again,” Danny muttered.

“Which one?”  Tali asked before glancing down at the arena.  “Ohhh, Dee.  There’s so many teeth ghosts, you’ve gotta be more specific.”

“What’s the deal with teeth, anyway?”

Tali shrugged.  “Who knows?  I think I’ve had mine stolen enough times to stop being attached.  Anyway!  As we already pointed out, from the Temporal Domain, a ghost whose collection of teeth is only rivaled by the amount of eyes contained in her form:  it’s Dee, aka qlinq-qhost!”

“I still don’t know how you pronounce that.”

“It’s like clink-clost.  I mean, that’s how I say it, anyway.”  Another shrug.  “And her opponent:  a blob ghost from the Observant’s Keep who’s ready to feast on your tears: Pipermasters!  PHIGHT!”

“Mm. Tears.  I’ve got plenty of teeth to eat those with.”  Dee’s giant floating mouth grinned.

“You don’t eat tears, idiot, you drink them,” Piper practically snarled.  Their pen was bared, primed and ready to draw Angst™ into existence.

“Tomato, potato.” Dee shrugged before her jaws rushed towards Piper.

Piper, being a tiny blob ghost, was able to squeeze through the gap just before the teeth snapped shut.

“You��ll have to do better than that.  Vore may be a meme, but ghost hunger still falls under the Angst™ category.  It has no effect on me, the Monarch of Angst!”

“Did they just make that up?”  Danny asked.

“Of course!  There’s no greater power than creating your own titles!  Why do you think I announce myself as TECHNUS, MASTER OF TECHNOLO—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”  Danny rolled his eyes.  “Not like it ever helped you beat me.”

“Hey!  I came closer than anyone else, ghostchild!”

“Ladies, ladies, you’re both pretty.  Now shut up.”  Tali shoved both ghosts back into their respective seats.  She’d been sitting in the middle to keep them from bickering, but it clearly hadn’t done enough.

Meanwhile, Dee was still attempting to make her disembodied jaw vore Piper, with limited success.  A few of Piper’s crayons got caught in the molars, clogging them with splotches of red and green and blue.  But Piper still had enough to power their little flying crayon-raft.

Finally, Piper swooped under the gaping maw, straight for Dee.

“Fly swift and true, my pen!  Bring tears to the eyes of my readers!”

Piper launched their pen, and it flew directly into one of Dee’s many eyes.

“WAHHHHHHH!”  Dee cried, tears gushing from every eye.  The flood pushed Piper back, but they remained floating on their crayon-raft.

“And thus angst prevailed, and vore expired.”  Tali bowed her head before playing a somber tune on the kazoo.  “Qlinq-qhost is unable to battle! Pipermasters wins!”

[going-dead]

Based on your tumblr, I’d guess that in real life you’re one of those people that everyone thinks is super quiet and shy and, dare I say ‘normal’. But then once you hang out with people you’re comfortable with you’re like a totally different person- talking and laughing and being a weirdo (which is the best thing to be)! Also, definitely a nerd like the rest of the Phandom XD finally, I think you’d definitely be a person I’d get along with in real life! 😁

Like I didn’t need to be called out so accurately

[kinglazrus]

You’re writing poems about blogs? Please do mine if you want!

There’s a special place upon my shelf

for people that are like yourself.

When I’m sad and feeling low

I like to see them in a row,

because when I make a writer friend,

I will keep them ‘til the end.

We can share our dismay

when we do not write that day,

and on the days when we do,

I can share my thoughts with you.

I only hope that you can say

you see our friendship the same way.

:D

[pipermasters]

Together We Heard Him Cry

Part 2 of ‘Alone I heard their voices’ @lazyfox411

Together We Heard Him Cry

Lance wasn’t crying. He wasn’t screaming. He wasn’t doing anything, and it worried Shiro. The blue paladin wasn’t a quiet kid. Shiro needed him to scream, so yell, or cry, or laugh, or something.

Lance just stared into the pit.

He’s been silent since Shiro dragged him out of the cavern, not understanding why the kid was so frantic to stay.

Hunk was pacing back a forth a few feet away, yelping when he thought he had put his feet down too hard. His hands were running anxiously through his hair and he kept glancing back at the pit like it was going to widen suddenly and devour them.

“Anything yet, Pidge?” He asked for the tenth time in the past ten minutes.

She glared up at Hunk, and Shiro could have sworn her eyes were wet with tears. “If I’d found something, I would have told you!” She snapped.

Hunk nodded, ignoring her harsh tone, and went back to pacing.

Only half an hour had passed. 30 minutes. Yet to Shiro, it felt like 30 years. One of their own was gone. Keith could be hurt… or worse.

It was Shiro’s fault; the team hadn’t wanted to come to this planet. Allura had even given them the option to stay on the castle since the scans from the planet were so barren. But no, Shiro thought it could be a bonding experience, and there was always the chance at finding anything to help their fight against the Galra.

Now they were here, on a planet that could not be more empty, and a team member, a family member, was in danger.

It’s my fault. All Lance could think was that it was his fault. It was his fault all the rocks collapsed, his fault for not seeing the rock coming towards him, his fault for not grabbing Keith and pulling him out of danger.

It was Lance’s fault Keith could be dead.

All Lance could hear was the CRACK the boulder had made when it crashed into Keith. It was deafening. If he’d only been a little faster, only been a little more thoughtful.

Hunk turned to Pidge as a string of curse words he didn’t even know she knew came out of her mouth.

“What? Is that good? No, those words never mean anything good. Is he dead? Oh God, or is he alive and-”

“His armor is trashed.” Pidge huffed. “I can’t get any of it to come online.”

Shiro crossed his arms. “Maybe you’re too far away to-”

“I’M NOT-” She took a deep breath. “I’m not out of range. I don’t think it’s possible to be out of range.”

“Maybe the single receiver is out on his end?” Hunk suggested hopefully. Pidge shook her head. “Okay, but that means his armor could have saved him, right? He could be fine!”

Pidge pushed her glasses up her nose and looked at her computer screen. “Hunk, you don’t understand. This armor isn’t built like that- it’s strong, sure, but it’s built for alien tech, not rock falls.”

“What about his helmet? It has its own set of networking and stuff right?”

“Don’t you think I tried that? I can’t tell if it’s online or not, all I get is static.”

Shiro perked up. “Static? Like the sound?”

“Yeah.”

“That could mean his comms are still holding on. If we could talk to him we could find out where he is.”

Lance turned around abruptly. “We don’t have time for that! For all we know, Keith is dead- if we wait for him to talk to us we could be waiting forever!”

“He was a point, Shiro.” Hunk said after a moment.

“We have to take our lions down there!” Lance declared, sounding to start a bit hysteric. “They can dig him out, right? Red is probably already trying to break out of the hanger, she’ll do anything to save Keith!”

“Lance-”

“We don’t even need to take all of them! Maybe just Red!”

“Lance-”

“Although she might try to kill us if she sees us and figures out what happened. But we could take Black! Or Blue! No, wait, Blue should calm Red down. But Yellow-”

“Buttercup...” Hunk corrected.

“She can dig! Yellow- Buttercup, whatever- she could find Keith!”

“LANCE!” Shiro grabbed the boy and shook him slightly. “Lance, calm down. You know we can’t do that. Bringing a lion down here is too dangerous- the planet couldn’t support Blacks weight. If we brought another one down with the intention of digging, we could cause another collapse.”

“THEN WHAT DO WE DO?” Lance yelled, pulling himself out of Shiro’s grip. “Sit around and hope a dead man will talk? Nu-uh, I don’t think so. We need to be down there!”

“Lance, you have to know it’s dangerous to do that. If we knew where Keith was then maybe-

“We do know where he is!” Lance argued. “He’s down there! He could be calling out for us right now, and we wouldn’t know it because we’re up here.”

Shiro took a deep breath to steady himself. “Lance,” He started slowly. “I know you want to find Keith- we all do. But a lot of ground was caved in- that pit is at least half a mile wide. That’s a lot of ground to cover to try and find Keith- we need a way to narrow it down.”

Shiro had never seen Lance’s eyes so cold. The blue paladin glared up at Shiro before turned away and stalking towards the pit.

“If we don’t start, we’ll never find him. Stay up here if you want, but I’m going down.” With that, Lance ignited his jet pack and began and jagged decent into the pit.

Hunk glanced at Shiro before going to the pit as well. “I just… Sorry Shiro.”

Pidge sighed and shoved her equipment into her backpack.

“Don’t tell me you’re going down too.” Shiro looked at her. “We need a plan!”

Pidge lifted a shoulder. “This is a plan- sorta. We need to find him. I can’t loose a brother again.”

Shiro looked at her, and for the first time ever, Shiro didn’t see the strong, brave, green paladin or Voltron, Pidge. Instead, he saw Matt Holt’s kid sister, Katie. He saw the little girl he had seen in the pictures that Matt had constantly showed off (Though he wouldn’t admit it). But then she turned her back and began her decent into the pit, and she was back to being Pidge.

Shiro didn’t think twice. He ran after his team.

(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)

“KEITH!” Lance was loosing his voice. The team had been searching for hours, digging through ruble in the hopes of finding their teammate. Pidge was sitting a ways away, trying to get a comms connection through to Keith’s helmet. Hunk had started crying.

“What if we don’t find him? What if he isn’t answering because-”

“Shut up Hunk.” Lance cleared his throat before shouting Keith’s name again.

Lance was going to be sick. Down in the cavern, rocks and boulders and dirt had created mini mountains of debris. He didn’t see an end to them- though to be fair to was pretty dark down there. Still, everywhere he looked he saw the aftermath of the fall, and all he could think was, this is my fault.

“GUYS!” Shiro shouted, a few debris mountains away. “I FOUND SOMETHING!”

Lance was at Shiro’s side before he could blink. Shiro had found Keith’s bayard- crushed to hell.

Hunk couldn’t stop staring at it. It was bent, and dented, and didn’t even look white anymore. Most concerningly of all, however, was the blood stain.

Lance said nothing as he dove into the closest pile, tearing through the rubble. “KEITH!” He shouted. “Keith! Are you in here? Keith? KEITH ANSWER ME!”

The mountain shuddered and Shiro pulled Lance out of the way as it toppled over, sending dirt into the air.

“You have to be more careful!” He snapped.

Lance looked at Shiro with big eyes, and suddenly broke down crying.

“It’s my fault,” He whimpered. “If I hadn’t- then the fall wouldn’t have happened and Keith-”

Hunk stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Lance. “It’s okay, it’s going to be okay.” he soothed.

Pidge moved closer to the group, sitting next to Shiro as the two boys cried together.

“How are we gonna find him?” She asked no one in particular.

“I don’t know.” Shiro admitted. “But we will.”

Suddenly, a small sound cut through the air. Everyone froze, holding their breath and looking at each other, trying to confirm that they had all heard it.

“I’m sorry...” It was so faint, like a whisper in the wind. But there it was, the sign they had all needed.

“KEITH!” Lance screamed into his comms unit. “Where are you? Are you alive?” Silence. “Answer me!” Lance begged. “Are you okay?”

“Help...” The small voice- Keith’s voice wheezed.

“Oh my God,” Hunk looked at his team. “Oh my God.”

“I can barely hear him!” Lance turned to Pidge.

“On it! He sent the first message so if I do this, then-” The static from the line cleared. “Is that better?”

No answer.

Lance looked panicked. “Are you okay? Please answer me!”

Keith groaned out a weak, “No...”.

Everyone was moving; Pidge couldn’t tell exactly where Keith’s transmissions were coming from, she could tell they were close.

“Still trying to find you!” Shiro panted, choosing a random pile of rock to dig through. “Any idea where you are?”

“Buried.” Keith sounded day dreamy, which wasn’t a good sign.

“Can you move?” Shiro needed to keep Keith talking.

“No.” The cough and scream that followed the statement sent a chill through Shiro.

Hunk was shaking. “KEITH! Keith, oh God, oh God we’re gonna find you, and then get you in a pod, you’re going to be alright, alright?”

The line had gone silent again. The team shared looks and began to dig through the debris faster.

“Keith, stay awake.” Shiro demanded. “Keep talking to us.”

“Can’t...”

Shiro’s heart skipped a beat. “Yes, yes you can. Stay awake Keith. Keep talking to us, we’re going to find you.”

The team was silent as they dug, praying that Keith would talk to them again. It was a full 30 seconds before he did. “You’re too late.”

Lance slammed his fist into the ground, tears running down his cheeks. “DAMMIT, NO WE AREN’T!” Keith wasn’t supposed to sound like that, Keith wasn’t supposed to sound weak and broken and…

And dying.

“Listen Mullet, you’re gonna make it through this.”

“I didn’t want to die alone.” Keith replied dreamily.

Everyone froze, unable to speak or move.

“You’re not going to die.” Pidge’s voice cracked, and she realized she was crying. She hadn’t cried since she learned the Kerberos mission had been lost.

“I’m not alone,” Keith’s voice was so weak, it was hard to hear him. “You’re with me. I’m not alone.”

Hunk sobbed. “No! No, you were never alone. And you aren’t going to die. You’re going to be okay!”

With a shuddering breath, the team heard, “I am okay. It’s our job, right?”

Lance’s breath hitched. “It isn’t out job to die!”

No one was digging anymore. They couldn’t. It was all they could do to strain enough to hear Keith. And, thought nobody would admit it, no one wanted to miss what could be his last words.

“Heroes...” Keith’s voice was fading. “Heroes weren’t meant to...” His voice trailed off.

Shiro went cold, sitting down hard.

“Weren’t mean to what?” Lance looked up at his friends for help. “What weren’t heroes meant to do Keith?”

There wasn’t even static anymore.

“Keith?” Lance’s heart stopped. “Keith? KEITH!”

“Answer me!” Hunk shouted into his comms as Lance launched himself into the nearest pile of debris.

Pidge was yelling too, until she saw Shiro, silent and gray on the ground. As she watched the hope drain from Shiro’s eyes, she understood what Keith was going to say. She too, sank to the ground, watching in numb confusion as Hunk wept and Lance dug furiously.

“What were you going to say?” Hunk still babbled into the dead line. “Keith, finish what you were going to say, please. Please Keith, answer me.”

“Survive.” Shiro swallowed heavily. “Heroes weren’t meant to survive.”

[yousoldyoursoulforcookies]

What You Want Extended Scene

By the time Danny finished explaining his plan, he and Star had ended up back in his bedroom- the lab was creepy at night.

“It’s a good plan,” Star said, reclining in Danny’s bean bag chair. “I just have one question.”

“Hmm?”

“What if it doesn’t work?”

“It’ll work.” Danny said, flopping forward to lay on his stomach. “It has too.”

Star was too tired to argue. Her eyes had grown increasingly heavy as Danny explained his plan, and now she could hardly keep them open. Her body ached from the earlier fight with Desiree, and the idea of repeating the process with Tucker didn’t sound appealing.

“You’ve still got blood on your face.” Danny mumbled. She hummed in acknowledgement. She jumped a moment later, eyes snapping open, when a cool damp cloth began to dab at her cheek.

“Sorry,” Danny apologized, scrubbing lightly. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Wasn’t asleep…” Star tried to take the washcloth from Danny, but he pushed her hand away.

“You wouldn’t be able to see what you’re doing.” He explained with a yawn.

Star watched him as he worked- his eyes didn’t stray from the task at hand. If Star didn’t know better, she’d think the boy was getting sick; his eyes were dark, skin pale yet flushed. Chunks of dirt and grass were stuck in his hair, and Star started absently picking them out, detangling the white locks with her fingers as she went.

“That spinter cut you.” Danny informed her after a minute, applying a band-aid to her face. “Are you cut anywhere else?”

“Don’t think so…” Star’s fingers were still running through Danny’s hair.

“How are your ribs?” He asked. He didn’t pull away from Star’s touch.

“Sore. How’s your back?”

“Sore.”

Star pushed herself to her feet, and if Danny whined at the loss of contact, she pretended not to notice. “Where’re you going?”

“To find the first aid kit.” Star disappeared through the floor, reappearing a moment later with an armful of first aid supplies; Danny wondered how she found them so quickly.

“Take these,” Star chucked a bottle of painkillers at Danny. Danny popped the bottle open, swallowing the pills dry. “C’mere,” Star patted Danny’s bed, inviting him to sit there with her. Danny sat down heavily beside her, resisting the urge to lay back and fall asleep.

“Shirt off.” Star instructed.

Danny’s face turned red. “W-what?”

“Not like that, Christ.” Star shook a tube of Icy Hot in front of her. “I meant for this.”

“Oh.” Danny reached for the hem of his shirt before realizing that there wasn’t one- his suit zipped up the front. Cheeks still burning, he began the process of unzipping the suit until his upper body was exposed. He wrapped his arms around himself self consciously, doing his best to keep the situation from being awkward.

Star kept her eyes to the ground as Danny stripped out of his suit- she hadn’t realized his suit was all one piece. Though he faced away from her, she could tell he was uncomfortable with the situation. She raised her head as the bed dipped with his added weight.

Danny’s bare back stared at her, a mess of blue and purple covering his lower back.

“Ouch…” She commented, slowly rubbing the muscle gel over the affected area. Danny hummed in acknowledgment, head slowly dropping to his chest. Star caught his upper arm as he started to tilt over, exhaustion overcoming him, and guided him onto his stomach.

“Thanks,” sighed Danny, tension in his shoulders releasing as Star massaged them. He was asleep before she could reply.

[howdoib]

Rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to! Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people. No skipping!

Thank you @taliaxlatia it was nice to be tagged! Sorry it's so late got kinda sad.

Symphony No. 78 in C Minor, Hob 1.78

In Answer, The Chameleons

In My Own Little Corner, Julie Andrews

Event Rising, Shaun Taylor McManus

Evermore, Kai Engel

You Take My Rights Away, Skillet

How to Love Me, SayGrace

Suspended in You, Skillet

Wounded, James Powell

Queer, Garbage

Hope you enjoyed my little garbage heap that is a play list!! You should totally check out Kai Engel who does something between synthwave and classical music!

I tag @fantasma-exspiravit @keelzbawesome @heyheyitsstillgay @ravenpuffpidge @jk-and-melbourne @pipermasters @duncte123 @capybarahugs @pretty-painting @reallydumbdannyphantomaus

[ao3feed-voltronlegendarydefender]

I'll See You Again

read it on the AO3 at I'll See You Again

by PiperMasters

Lance hasn't recovered from Keith's death and starts hallucinating the fallen paladin. As if he wasn't suffering enough already.

Words: 3935, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Astronaut

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Dead Character, Major character death - Freeform, Angst, Crying, keith is dead, Lance is hallucinating him, Grieving, grieving Lance, Hallucinations, Ghosts, Lance Needs a Hug, Nightmares, Goodbyes

read it on the AO3 at I'll See You Again

[lightspectre-universe]

finally!

i have been occupied, so it toook a little time, but here¿s my “old, ugly phanart collection”

they aren’t in ant specific order, so there are some that look hal decent from, like, 3 or 4 years and the older ines could be even 7 years old. 

i believe this one is the oldest of the batch. i think this one might be 7 or 8 years old??? i don’t know and at this point i don’t wana know. (please ignore the pentagram, i had very weird friends).

the sequel! actually, this one isn’t as old or as ugly as the one before. i give it around 6 or 5 years. i was really into anime style, and i think it shows a lot in the eyes and the mouth.

i think this one was for a fic called “the boy who leaped” or something like that??? it was about a living, teenage clockwork and i just asked myself how would a teenage ghost clockwork would look like. i believe it’s the same age as the one before.

this last three drawings were from the same notebook and look sorta simmilar, so i think this one might have the same age, or barely a little less. this was fanart for a vocaloid song, too. echo from gumi megpoid. i remember the chorus being along the lines of “what the hell is going wrong, can someone help me please? why i’m switching faster than the channels on tv? i’m black, then i’m white, no, something isn’t right, my enemy is invisible i don’t know how to fight” so i inmediatly related it with DP. but i didn’t liked it even then, so i didn’t finished it.

once upon a time, when i was very dumb, bored and young, i binge watched the entire first season of my little pony. this was the result. also, in the left, i tried to draw a froslass danny from a pokemon xover i can’t find anymore... it was from tumblr and i still love it and remember it. i had a lot of headcanons. that little sketch must be 3 years old.

 obviously traced from the drawing before it. i love the ponytail pony tail XD

i will post the rest later! i hope you like them!

@pipermasters @sputniikinspace

thank you so much for your support!

[pipermasters]

Listen, as a Phan, I really want to write a reboot if it gets confirmed. I think to get the reboot we all want/deserve is to have it be written by a fan. Our concerns aren’t about making money or selling merchandise (we DO have great ideas for that though) but rather our focus is on creating a genuine show that will entertain an audience that’s been creating their own content for ten years.

concerns if a danny phantom reboot is confirmed:

regardless of whether or not butch hartman is involved, a reboot can go very wrong in many, many ways

this would change the fandom’s dynamic where most of its imagination and creativity stems from complete reliance on fan content after 10+ years of no canon content and im just not sure if im ready for that kind of change

pros to if a danny phantom reboot is confirmed:

i will release 9 new Diddly Darn Images

[ghostlyrodent]

Tag Game!

got tagged by @carmenwrites to list 5 things that make me happy, so lets do this!

1- The color purple

2- Making lists and organizing things

3- The feeling of hiding in a cornfield maze at midnight, and the near orgasmic sense of relief and accomplishment only experienced when you finally, successfully scare the crap out of someone. (Working in a hunted maze is fucking wonderful y'all, maybe I’ll tell you more about it sometime?)

4-  Being out on a boat in the ocean when the waters so choppy that you're getting soaked with the salt spray and you feel like you’re getting the absolute shit kicked out of you, but the rush of the wind feels so fucking great that you just don’t care.

5- The smell of that one perfume I got at a county fair that’s a mix of African violets and vanilla. 

gonna tag: @planets-and-prose , @pipermasters , @ruthewriter , @savannahscripts , @candy687 , @pluttskutt , @elizabethsyson , @bittermagic, @writernour and @writebruh

[phandomphightclub]

Round 1 Match 30: @pipermasters vs. @katphantom69

Writer: @dannyphandump

“Oh, come on,” Danny said as the next two ghosts entered.  One was cloaked similarly to an Observant and wielded a giant, two-sided scythe.  

The other was a blob ghost with some crayons.

“Hey, don’t doubt the power of crayons,” Tali said.  Georgie had already won with that stock weapon, and Tali had a good feeling that this small phighter could too.  “Match 30:  pipermasters vs. katphantom69!  PHIGHT!”

“Awww, aren’t you just the cutest little thing!”  Kim (katphantom69) cooed at the blob ghost.their scythe lowered a fraction.

“Cute?”  Piper scoffed in a voice surprising deep for a blob ghost.  Maybe they were related to Skulker. “Tell me, is feasting upon the tears of my readers cute?”

Kim blinked.  “With that face?  Probably, yes.”

Piper scowled, hovering into the air on top of their box of crayons.  It was cute, like a tiny surfboard… but Tali knew better than to judge the phighters by their appearances.

“Is writing about Danny being dissected by his parents cute?  Watching him be cut open and torn apart molecule by molecule?  Muscle from bone and ectoplasm from core—”

“Y’know what?  I don’t like this match,” Danny said quickly.  Tucker and Sam hugged him from both sides, Tucker holding out his empty extra-large hot chocolate mug in case Danny needed somewhere to throw up.

Tali was blinking, surprised at the sharp turn from memeing to angst.  But such was the way of the phandom.  They were about to intervene for Danny’s sake— a nice round of All Star on the kazoo always brought back the memeing spirit— but Kim was already shuddering under their cloak.

“That’s—that’s so sad!”  They wailed.

“Yes, yes!  Give me your tears!  Y̴̨͒̃o̸̹̮̣̖̽̑̑û̷̩̪̣̈̏̊͂̒̇͊͐̎͗͋̕͝r̷̢̢͔̘̣̜̹͎͂͒͋̅̈̈́̉ ̷͔̺̳͇̖̮̩̟̿̓a̷̛̰̮̖̲̙̦̗ͅn̸̛͇̝͇̭͚̄̓̆̋̕͝g̸̦̥̜͍̟͍̓͗̄͒̍͗̓̕͠s̷̡̛̹͗̋̈́͗͌̃̀̃̄͘̕͘̚t̸̤̹͚͚͙̒ ̸̢̺̠̺̠̗̰̼̱̺̪̖͖̫̭͐̏̿̉̎̅̂͌̑͂̃͘ş̶́͊͋̾͑͝͝u̴̳͉͈̬̤̙̜̅s̶̹̪̬̱̖͆̈́̌́̔̈́̓̈̑̈̾̿͂̕t̵̢̠̬̠̘̿́͑̉̀̅̂̄͊͊͝͝a̴̛̛̜̞̞͕͙̪̎̽̀̈́͐͋͑͒̈́͑ͅī̸̯̰̫̳̗̬͚̹̘̘̜͖̖̰̰n̸̡̙͔͚͍̂͆̐̉͂̾͋̿̒̄͂͒̏͘͝s̶͙̟̺̤͇̮͖̗̺̼̮̫̤̉͐͂̄̒ͅ ̶͕̰̪̰̗̙̻̫̰͍͔̑͐̈́̽͐͋͘͘͜m̴̡̛̛͚̟͎̱͖̜̙̅͊̀̓͂͒̀͛͗̌̈̓̕e̵̡̙̠͎͚̙͉̞̥͔̔́̒̈́̅̋͒̂̑̚ͅ!̵̛͓̠̈̓̆̑́̉̍̐̄̋̕̕̕”̵̧̲̻̬̮͇̱̰͛́́͐͗̑͜

With the two-hit combo of angsty headcanons and cursed text, Pipermasters drained the tears from Kim’s eyes— and along with them, the strength to fight.  Kim collapsed to the stadium floor.

“Pour one out for katphantom69,” Tali said with a somber note on the kazoo.  “Pipermasters wins!”

[please-stand-bi]

so uhh i was tagged by @auroraphantasma, thanks!

rules: tag the peeps you want to know better and ask them if they’d like to answer these questions!-

relationship: single pringle

favorite color: white is a color bite me

top three colors: u h m its hard to choose but recently....

Bakudeku (My Hero Academia)

Klance (Voltron)

Danny and Jake (DP & AD:JL)

last song(s): (what is this - my swan song?)

Girls/Girls/Boys - P!ATD

Coastline - Hollow Coves

Sincerely Me - DEH

Paralyzed - NF Mansion

Africa - Weezer

Happy Now - Zedd

last movie: SPIDERMAN: INTO THE SPIDERVERSE

Tagging! u h m:

@pipermasters, @auraphantom, @all-hail-trash-prince, @d-o-t-s

[kinglazrus]

When the Time Comes

Phic phight 2020

Submitted by @pipermasters: how does Vlad react to having to spend ten years watching Dan destroy the world

Summary: Knowing you caused the end of the world isn’t easy, but Vlad's had to live with that fact for ten long years. A surprise visitor forces him to reflect on his role in Dan's creation and the destruction he brought to the world.

Word count: 2077

People say not to dwell on the past, but when the present is a hell of brimstone and fire, there's little else you can do. Ten years is a long time to watch the world burn, too long. Vlad often wonders what right he had to survive for so long, wasting away in the crumbling remains of his manor. He doesn't sleep, he doesn't eat, yet still he lives. Even with his ghost half long removed from his body, he lives. It must be some cosmic punishment. His debt to pay to the world. Everything is his fault, and for his crimes, he must witness humanity's slow demise.

Vlad didn't realize what he was unleashing all those years ago, what havoc it would wreak. How could he? When he sank his claws, quite literally, into young Daniel's chest, he truly believed he was helping the boy. It seemed like such an easy solution. Ghosts, despite all their emotions, have always been simple beings. They are not restrained by heartache and loss, left to frolic in the life-after-life without worldly concerns.

At the time, Vlad wished someone had been around for him in his college years, the same way he was for Danny then, to rid him of his pain. Abandoned by his best friends, left aching, alone, and—he believed—dying, a younger Vlad would have revelled at the thought of release. He only wanted to give Daniel what he himself could never have.

Daniel, sedated and unconscious, felt nothing. Despite all his villainy, Vlad wasn't cruel. At least not unnecessarily so. There was always a chance the procedure could hurt, and Daniel had been through so much already. Vlad wanted to spare him whatever pain he could.

The procedure was a resounding success. His modifications to Jack and Maddie's Ghost Gauntlets worked like a charm, not leaving a single scratch on Daniel's human body. The ghost in Daniel resisted at first. Vlad did not expect it to fight back, and he almost stopped, believing Daniel didn't truly want this.. But then he remembered his years of pain and misery and spurred himself on. His arms trembled, sweat beading his brow, as they fought their little battle of wills.

Vlad won out, in due time, dragging the ghost out of Daniel's body, a pale shade of itself. For a moment, the sudden success shocked him. He always had faith in his smarts and his abilities, but there was a little part of him that whispered it wouldn't work, that something would go wrong. When Vlad raised up his arms, Phantom hanging off his claws, that voice was silenced.

Until the monitor watching Daniel's vitals started shrieking. Phantom reacted violently. His eyes, so much duller than they should have been, snapped open and he threw Vlad across the room. Vlad knew, then, that something was terribly wrong.

Daniel's heart was slowing, his lungs failing. Phantom looked moments away from destabilizing, the wounds on his chest bubbling and seeping ectoplasm.

"Wh... at... did y... ou do," Phantom asked.

Vlad wishes, now, that he had tried to explain. If only he had found the words, he could have told Phantom, this was is you wanted, isn't it? Neither of them could have foreseen it going wrong. But Vlad's wits failed him in that moment.

Maybe it's just wishful thinking, wondering if he could have stopped it all back then. Perhaps Phantom would have listened. Or he could have ignored Vlad's harried excuses, and nothing would change at all. Vlad will never know.

His next memories are lost to a haze of pain. After getting his own ghost half brutally torn out of his body, he was left on the verge of death. Spirit broken, his very being ripped apart, he collapsed in agony. He remembers only the shadows and how they writhed as Phantom tried to overpower Plasmius.

Mercifully, he did not witness Daniel's death. Vlad awoke, cold, alone, consumed by a gnawing pain, and found the body. It was mangled beyond recognition, but he knew it could be no one else.

Vlad didn't know what horrors followed that harrowing night until weeks later. He secluded himself in his mansion, mourning everything he had lost. Without Maddie, without Daniel, there was nothing left for him beyond these walls. His wealth meant nothing if he could not have them. Locked in a prison of his own anguish, surrounded by riches most men could only dream of having, he was resigned to wallowing in misery.

He wishes that's how it happened. But Vlad had a price to pay. Fate, the world, whatever or whoever, refused to let him die. So, Vlad watched. Hiding away in his manor like the coward he was, he watched Dan destroy the world.

The killings were brutal. Violent displays of power that levelled whole cities. Nothing could placate Dan. Like Vlad, he was consumed by greed, hellbent to obtain something he could not have. No amount of destruction could bring back the people Danny had lost.

That pained Vlad the most. Dan was a monster, a cruel beast with no remorse. But inside he was a child in mourning. He was confused and scared and hurt, and Plasmius' influenced twiste him in horrible ways.

Vlad tried to stop Dan, but only once. Four years after Dan began his crusade against the world, Vlad finally crawled out of his manor, a pitiful slug, and made his way to Amity Park. By then, it was well on its way to being the last city on Earth, the only place fortified against Dan's power. Vlad stood outside its walls, an ecto-pistol in hand, and waited. He didn't have to wait long.

"What a surprise! I never thought I'd see you again, old man," Dan said. He looked so much worse than Vlad ever imagined. Sickly pale, purple veins throbbing under his skin, bloodshot eyes. Despite all that, he gave off a suffocating aura of power. Vlad was instantly reminded of his own weak state. For the first time, he felt afraid of an opponent.

"Daniel, you have to stop," Vlad said.

"Daniel. I always hated it when you called me that." Dan raised his hand, firing a single beam of ectoplasm from his finger. Vlad flinched as it shot over his shoulder, singeing his cheek and burning his hair. The sight of it made Dan chuckle.

"Danny," Vlad amended.

Another beam shot over his other shoulder.

"That's not me anymore," Dan hissed, his forked tongue slipping between his teeth.

"Dan," Vlad finally said. When Dan didn't immediately attack him, he continued. "You can't do this forever."

"Funny words from someone like you."

"This won't bring them back." Vlad instantly regretted saying it.

Dan rushed forward, grabbing Vlad and pinning him against Amity's barrier. Despite not having a ghost half anymore, the barrier remained firm against his back.

"Don't act like you know me, old man," Dan growled.

"But I do, because you're part of me as well! Is this what Maddie would have wanted for you?"

"It doesn't matter what she would have wanted! She's gone! They're all gone!" Dan roared in Vlad's face, pulling him forward and slamming him back, over and over, against the wall. The back of Vlad's head struck the barrier, rattling his brain. It was like getting hit in the head with a sledgehammer. His vision blurred, dark spots filling his eyes, and he didn't realize Dan had stopped until he blinked and found himself on his hands and knees over a puddle of vomit.

The back of his head felt warm and wet.

Dan, disgusted, sneered. "It's not even worth killing a pathetic thing like you." Turning, he started flying away.

"Stop!" Vlad called weakly after him. Struggling to his feet, he raised the ecto-pistol in a shaky hand. "I will stop you, Dan. I can't let you do this anymore."

"Funny, you seemed okay with it so far."

Vlad pulled the trigger. The bullet shot out of the gun, flying straight for Dan, and... it did nothing. A hole opened in the middle of Dan's back, letting the bullet pass harmlessly through him. He didn't even look back. The gun fell from Vlad's hand with a clatter. He dropped to his knees, useless. That was the day he truly gave up.

—

"Why are you telling me this?" Danny asks.

Vlad pauses his tale, giving Danny a long, considering look. To Vlad, Danny's motives have always been scrutable, his face as easy to read as a children's picture book. Dan shares the same trait. He may be more brutal and more cunning than Danny ever was, but beneath all that sadistic violence are signs of the boy Vlad once knew.

Having Danny in front of him now is such an odd, yet liberating experience. It reminds Vlad of a time untainted by his machinations. This boy's future still has a chance. Vlad despises it.

"Since meeting you, little badger, my one wish has always been to impart my wisdom. You can't blame me for that. Humans are so attached to their legacies." Vlad leans back and gestures to the decrepit room. "This is my legacy."

Rising to his feet, he points to the ceiling. "That, out there, is my legacy. It is not one I want people to remember. I suppose, with how few people remain left, that won't be an issue for much longer. Is it so wrong for me to want to change that?"

"You want... to help me," Danny says.

Oh, how Vlad missed that slow wit of his. "Yes, Daniel. I want to help you."

"Why?"

"Because, as hard as it is to believe, that's all I've ever wanted."

Danny pressed his lips together. Nodding stiffly, he motioned for Vlad to continue.

"There isn't much else to say. I returned here and took up a silent vigil. If it is my fate to see this through to the end, then that's what I will do."

"That is pathetic."

Vlad's eyes hardened into a glare. "I don't expect you to understand."

"You're right. I don't." Danny gets up from his seat on the floor and gestures to the portal. "You all just gave up! So Dan beat you once, and you decided to never try again? That's just stupid. If you had all worked together, you probably could have stopped him. You guys might not care anymore, but I do."

Bitter, Vlad smiled. "Don't you see, little badger? That’s exactly why everything rides on you. Dan is both of us, even though he likes to pretend there's none of me in him. If your human half were still alive, Dan would be as much his responsibility as he is mine. I had my chance to stop him and I failed. Now, it's your turn."

Danny accepts, of course. A hero with a bleeding heart. Vlad removes the medallion from his chest, although not without one last threat, for old time's sake. The second it's out, Danny pops out of existence like a bad cutaway. One second he's there and then the next he's not.

Vlad stares at the empty space for a moment, then turns back to his chair, abandoning his gauntlets on the way. The medallion he keeps in his hand. It's been a very long time since he's seen one.

"It was you all along, wasn't it?" Vlad asked. He didn't need to hear the rustle of cloth to know Clockwork was hovering behind him. "How did you do it?"

"Time is a relative experience," Clockwork says with his familiar lisp. "Not everyone experiences it at the same pace."

"That's a lofty way of saying you kept me from dying so I could be here for Daniel when he finally arrived."

"Yes. Yes, it is."

Vlad turns the medallion over in his hands, running his thumbs across the gold surface. If he puts it on, here in his own time, he could live forever. But it would be in a hell of his own making. Sighing, he sets the medallion down on the arm of his chair and turns to Clockwork.

"What now?" Vlad asks.

Clockwork's gaze his kind, the wrinkles on his pale face tugging as he smiles. "I think you've paid your price."

Vlad closes his eyes and leans back, feeling older beyond his years. "Yes, I think so to."

Ten years is a long time to watch the world burn. He hopes it was worth it.

[pipermasters]

Amazing Liz fan art done by @nicktoonships !! I love it!! #dannyphantom #oc #longliveliz #pipermasters #fallingfortheghostofyou #fanart

[dannysanny]

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NO so I’ve heard of people summoning Danny as Phantom but what about they go to summon a ghost and Fenton just appears holding a coffee mug and biting into a sandwich like