#second gen danny phantom

[uraniumshark]

Bury Me Low Snippet 1

Watching as the robot president announced the Americube, Rylie sighed deeply. She had never been a real fan of the ROBOTUS project, but it wasn’t her place to voice her worries about a project that wasn’t hers. But now it was another mess to clean up with ghost powers and then cover up. Probably. Though, then that would lead to questions on where ROBOTUS went when she dealt with it…

While watching the office descend into chaos was kind of fun, it also hampered her own work. Which she wanted to get back to as soon as possible, she was so close to a breakthrough with project REGOO.

Taking a swig of an ecto-shake, Rylie realized she didn’t know much about the scientist in charge of the ROBOTUS project—Dr. Reagan Ridley—if she was being honest. They had met in passing a few times, but both of them seemed to prefer working on their own so not many pleasantries had been exchanged. Which was fine with Rylie, she didn’t know a majority of her coworkers to begin with.

Rylie didn’t let anyone else work with her in the Ghost Department of Cognito Inc. With her ghost powers, it was more of a danger to herself if she let others in. But there was also the fact that she worked best on her own to begin with.

Thinking about it, Rylie realized she wasn't much different from Dr. Ridley. Brilliant scientists devoted to their work, work they felt would change the world. Some days, Rylie wondered what it would be like to work with Dr. Ridley and the rest of her team, but then she was reminded that she needed to stay on her own. Her powers made keeping people close an impossible task. Not if she was keeping what she could do a secret.

With a sigh, Rylie stood up and transformed. “Time to go end an evil robot president.”

[beccadrawsstuff]

it's HER!!!!!!!!!!!!! did a sketchpage on my iPad instead of eating lunch on my lunch break lol....

[hannahmanderr]

DannyMay Day 6 - Eclipse

Words: 1,276 (FFN)

Summary: "My dad doesn't like to share his dreams. I wonder if his dreams are anywhere close to as strange as mine." (using this prompt as an excuse to post an excerpt from the second-gen fic I'm working on, aptly titled "Eclipsed")

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My dad doesn’t like to share his dreams. It’s always struck me as the silliest thing, though, since he’ll come to the breakfast table talking about the weird dream he had the night before. Only he won’t actually talk about what was in the dream, he’ll just say it was a weird dream. Or a bad one. He rarely ever mentions having good dreams, but I think he likes to keep those ones to himself. Can’t say I blame him for that.

The point is, we all know he has dreams, but we don’t actually know what happens in them. The few times it’s come up in conversation with my friends, they’ve made wild speculations about all the different ghosts and all the different wackiness he probably sees, given the crazy stuff he’s seen and been through over the years. 

My aunt has worked for more than a decade on her theories about “the subconscious processings of spectral entities,” or something like that at least. She’s had a lot of long chats with ghosts like Nocturne and Morpheus, trying to nail down the hows and whats and whys of the dreams of ghosts (at least, for the ghosts who can dream). With this sort of knowledge, she usually doesn’t guess too much at what my dad’s dreams contain. Even if she did know, I doubt she’d share, though.

My other aunt, on the other hand, has told me all kinds of dreams she’s had, even the bad ones. For being so closely related to my dad, she’s much more of an open book than he is. I once asked her if she thought they dreamed about the same things, but she kind of brushed it off. My aunt being herself, she quipped about how no one could even begin to measure up to the infinite realm of her mind. “It’s even bigger than the actual Infinite Realms,” she told me.

There was one morning a few years ago when he came downstairs and he looked way worse than normal. He mentioned something about a dream, and I made the dumb mistake of asking him what it was about. He just gave me the longest, saddest look and literally vanished from the room. He apologized to me after I got home from school, but I can’t get the hollow, anguished look in his eyes out of my memory.

I decided not to ask him about his dreams again after that day.

It’s probably for the best anyway. My dad has been through a lot of weird and stressful stuff, way more than the normal person. I kind of agree with my friends; that stuff probably manifests in some pretty bizarre ways. I still wonder how he has the mental fortitude to deal with it all, but I guess nearly three decades of being one of the only human-ghost hybrids in existence teaches you some things.

Still though, I wonder if his dreams are anywhere close to as strange as mine.

Case in point: the dream playing out in front of me. Don’t ask me how I knew it was a dream; it wasn’t a lucid dream, and I wasn’t totally aware that it was a dream. The fact that it was a dream just kind of lingered in the back of my mind. One of those things you know is true once you’re actually consciously aware of it, but until then it’s just not something you acknowledge.

This dream was weirder than most of mine, which was definitely saying something. Normally they like to follow some sort of plot or slice-of-life type deal, as bizarre as they can turn out to be. This one, it was way more abstract. Glimpses of random places, snippets of different situations, all whirling past me in an almost blur.

There was a beach, with sand that glittered in a million shades of gold and water so black that it seemingly swallowed up any light that touched it. The air was thick and still, almost suffocating me. A crimson sun hung in the sky, partially obscured by a black moon sliding in front of it. The distant thrum of an indiscernible beat pulsed through the air, vibrating with a power I could almost touch, but I couldn’t tell where it was coming from and so I turned and -

There was a shimmery, deep pink dragonfly the size of my head. Beady black eyes watched me with an air of curiosity. The hum of its wings was hypnotic and endless, and with each beat they shed flecks of what I could only describe as stardust. A hazy aura surrounded its entire body and glinted off of the gold sand, but -

I blinked, and I was falling through the icy cold water. Darkness surrounded me, so much so that I couldn’t even see my own hands flailing desperately in front of my face. Through the muffled pulsing, I could hear the water whispering to me - no, not the water, the darkness - in a voice that grated on my ears and pierced me to my core and I wanted to cover my ears and just get away but water rushed into my nose and throat and I could only continue drowning and -

The dragonfly pulled me along behind it, my wrist grasped firmly in its back two legs. Was I still underwater? I couldn’t tell. The water wasn’t flooding my lungs anymore, but the hum of the dragonfly’s wings felt muffled and bubbly. Its radiating glow prevented the darkness from coiling itself around me, but the whispers still bit at the tips of my ears. They wanted me to listen closer, to listen closer, to let it tell me its secrets, to turn around and look and see -

A flash of blue light blinded me and I found myself falling again, this time through air so hot and dry that every last bit of water on my body evaporated in moments. It filled my lungs with a stifling heat and tore my screams from my throat. The sea of shadows had given way to a blood red sky, but the whispers kept tickling the back of my mind, begging to invade me again full force, and there, out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw -

The dragonfly was crying silent, silvery tears. It laid helplessly on the crumbling stone bridge I stood on, but it was at least a couple hundred yards away. Even with the distance I could still see the spiderweb cracks across its wings and how it no longer shed stardust and how its shimmer had dulled and tarnished and how its tears pooled like a mirror beneath it and -

I could still hear the darkness, those grating whispers pulling at my consciousness. If only I would just stay still for a moment, if only I would just let it swallow me up, I would see that I never stood a chance, that it would be so much easier if -

I ran and ran and ran, away from the looming shadows behind me, away from the sky falling in glassy pieces all around me, away from the rumbling bridge threatening to collapse any minute, away from the whispers that crescendoed into deafening roars that clawed at me and left angry red marks on my skin and -

I blinked again and the dragonfly was cradled in my arms and -

I blinked again and the dragonfly was snagged by a tendril of darkness and - 

I blinked again and the bridge finally gave out under my feet and I fell deep into the darkness below and -

- this time I didn’t stop falling.

[darthfrodophantom]

Death Is My Gift

Summary: When Danny becomes the personification of Death, his new powers are the least of his problems. Summoned as the fourth horseman of the apocalypse, Danny tries to sabotage it from the inside while also contending with the other three horsemen, the one who summoned him, and the knowledge that if he fails, he may have to help bring about the end of the world.

AO3: Link

Chapter 1: Still Dead - Thanks for Checking

“What the hell is that on your phone?” Sam asked, her tone dripping with derision. 

Danny looked up from his screen and cocked his eyebrow. “What?” How could she see what was on his screen when she was on the other side of the table? Not that he had anything embarrassing on there, but look it wasn’t his fault that he messed up his Insta algorithm because he watched one video about large superheated copper balls melting through a telescope lens and now he couldn’t stop watching more of them. But still, how could she see it?

She gestured toward the back of his phone. “That sticker - what the hell is it?”

Understanding dawned on the usually clueless boy and his face brightened. “Oh, it’s my new sticker! Isn’t it great?” he preened as he moved his hand to the side so they could see the sticker in its full glory. He had been waiting for them to notice it, and somehow it took all the way until lunch for them to comment on it. 

Tucker craned his neck around to see the purple coffin-shaped sticker plastered onto the back of Danny’s phone case. In white letters it read: “Still Dead. Thanks for checking.” Tucker snorted before he devolved into cackles. “Dude, that’s great!”

Danny grinned even wider. “Right? I thought it was too funny.”

“No, it’s stupid,” Sam argued, and her harsh attitude completely ruined the mood. “Danny, the less people associate you with death, the better.”

“Oh come on Sam, if they haven’t figured out that Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton are the same person by now when they have the exact same hairstyle, then a sticker is not going to phase anyone,” Tucker argued, ever in defense of his friend.

“Exactly!” Danny seconded.

“Or it’s exactly the last piece that helps people make that connection because there’s already so little separating you!” Sam exclaimed, though she did try to keep her voice down so no one else would overhear.

“Or maybe they’ll just think I’m a moody Gen Z kid that says this kind of dramatic stuff all the time. Which is why you should have let me keep that shirt.” He still thought that “Dead Inside” shirt was ironic and iconic, but Sam conveniently spilled black ink from her fancy new quill set  on it and refused to give it back for this very same reason.

“Yeah, he could just make it his brand,” Tucker agreed. The two of them always seemed to be on the same page.

Sam reached out like she was about to rip the sticker off his phone, but decided against it and shook her head. “Fine. You want to keep the sticker on your phone? Fine, but don’t cry to me when people start putting the pieces together,” she huffed.

“Well since that’s not gonna happen, you’re gonna be waiting a long time,” Danny grinned. He struck an overly exaggerated victory pose with his neck cocked slightly to the side while he tilted his chin up to the sky. 

Sam jerked back as the color drained from her face. “Danny what the—“ she cried out, so loudly and so suddenly that it caught the attention of other people in the lunchroom. 

Danny immediately looked behind him, assuming that whatever caused Sam’s sudden reaction had to be behind him. His need to protect his friends from whatever threat caused such a startled response rose up and hammered in his throat as his mind spun with the possible horrors he would see behind him. 

But he saw…nothing. Well, not nothing. He saw other students eating their lunches at other tables throughout the room. Students drifted in and out of the cafeteria as they finished their lunches. No ghost. No threat. Nothing that should cause Sam to turn as white as she did.

He turned back to face Sam, concern etched deep into his brow as he studied her face. “Sam? What’s wrong?” he asked in quiet urgency. If she truly saw some danger that he couldn’t, then he needed to know.

Sam studied Danny for a long moment, far too long for Danny’s liking. She wasn’t looking past him, she was looking at…him. “...Nothing. Nothing. It’s nothing. I think I’m just seeing things. I thought I saw…nevermind. It’s nothing,” she assured them. 

Danny raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Because something freaked you out.”

She shook her head and plastered a forced smile on her face. “Yeah, I’m sure. Too little sleep and too much caffeine has just got me jumpy. I’m fine, really. Besides, we need to act like we’re having a normal conversation: too many people are watching.”

“Well yeah, you practically jumped out of your seat,” Danny pointed out. 

She narrowed her eyes and gave him a half smile before she reached across the table and grabbed his abandoned phone. “It did let me get your phone though.”

“Wait hey!” Danny protested as he reached across the table to recover his phone from her clutches, but she deftly moved around his grasping hands. 

“Now let’s see about that sticker,” she teased. Danny immediately doubled his efforts to retrieve his phone. Not being able to rely on ghost powers made it a little more difficult than it should have been to win it back (was he maybe relying on those too much? That felt like too much of a Jazz question for him to think about it too long), but he did save the phone and his ironic sticker. He was so preoccupied saving his sticker that he didn’t notice that Tucker had gone quiet and regarded Sam with a very significant and curious stare.

Lunch wrapped up shortly after the scuffle over the phone, and the three of them rushed off to their lockers and then off to class. Just outside the door to the classroom, Tucker held a hand out to stop Sam and waited for Danny to get a few feet inside before he spoke up in a whisper.

“Did you see the skull?”

Sam blinked and her face grew pale again, just like it had in the lunchroom. “The what?” she asked with a slightly shaky voice.

“The skull? Over Danny’s face?”

“What? Yes! Yes I thought I was going insane!” she exclaimed, though still in a whisper to not catch any more attention. The briefest moment of relief washed over her, but it immediately washed away into even more worry.

“No, I saw it this morning,” Tucker admitted. “Thought it was just some trick of the light or something. It was there one moment and then–”

“--Gone the next,” Sam finished. “And when I saw it I just felt…off. Like this moment of dread. Like I was–”

“--Looking at something I shouldn’t have seen,” Tucker validated as he nodded his head. “Yeah, same here. It was a weird feeling to have looking at my best friend.”

“What does it mean?”

“No idea,” Tucker sighed as he looked towards Danny pouring over his textbook in the hope that he’d be able to at least pretend that he did the reading before class. “But knowing Danny, it’s probably nothing good.”

Danny noticed odd glances from his friends a few more times that day. He worried maybe he had something on his face, but then again Sam would have said something. Tucker would have stayed quiet to have a good laugh about it later, but he’d have clued him into the joke by now. Maybe he was doing something ghostly without knowing it? But if that was the case they would have definitely let him know. In the end, he chalked it up to his friends being weird and went about his strangely quiet day.

There weren’t any ghost attacks. He couldn��t remember the last time he went through a school day without being interrupted by ghosts. It felt…nice, but unnerving at the same time, like he missed something. Like he was supposed to clue into something happening in the Ghost Zone. But in the end he decided not to worry about that either, especially once school ended and he could just hang out with his best friends ghost free.

By the time they hit up the game store (Tucker was still trying to get them into tabletop games) and the record store (Sam wanted to browse the LPs), Danny had forgotten all about his previous warnings…until he hit the Boba shop. Second up to bat, he placed his order with the barista, a smiling young woman who wore fun earrings that looked like watermelon slices. He paid for his drink and left a decent tip, but when he looked back up from the pin pad, her haunted expression caught him by surprise.

No longer kind and smiling, her unfocused gaze stared beyond him with eyes opened so wide her eyelids disappeared. Her pale, gaunt face looked hollow and lifeless. Her mouth fell open unnaturally.

“Fifty-seven years, one hundred and thirteen days, seven hours.”

Her flat, emotionless voice echoed within the sudden silence of the rest of the room. Chills shot along his body as the hair on his arms stood on end. His gut twisted uncomfortably as the presence of something…wrong and haunting fell over him. The silence of the world pressed in around him and left him only with that eerie voice thrumming though the void.

“What?” he finally stammered out.

“Do you want a receipt?” she repeated in her normal voice. Suddenly the whole world came back around him. The noise and the commotion of the busy Boba shop almost felt overwhelming after the sheer absolute silence.

“Oh uh…no,” he answered lamely.

“He’s good,” Sam spoke up quickly from behind. She pushed him to the side and took over the situation, but concern etched deep lines into her forehead. “But I’ll have a…”

What Sam ordered was lost on him as Tucker pulled him over to the drink pick-up counter. “Dude, what happened?” he asked in an urgent whisper. “You just froze.”

“I don’t…I don’t know. I heard something totally different…” The eerie tone of her voice, the chill that shot like livewire up his spine (like the accident, but he really didn’t want to think about that), it all stuck with him and wouldn’t leave him. His memory was absolute trash at the best of times, but he could still remember every number she quoted to him like it had been etched into his very core.

“What did you hear?” Tucker asked as Sam joined them. Those concerned lines across her brow still made him feel like something more was going on here, because Sam usually only worried when there was actually something to worry about.

“Just…some numbers, like years and months,” he shrugged, trying to pass it off as normal, even if it couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Like a countdown?” Sam pressed.

Danny’s eyes grew wide. Exactly like a countdown. Down to the hour.

He didn’t need to say anything for Sam to know she was on to something. “So what was she counting down to?”

“You think I know?” Danny rebuffed as he pointed at himself. “But you guys heard it right? How…creepy she sounded? How hollow?”

“No, we didn’t man,” Tucker responded, strangely serious. “We heard her ask if you wanted a receipt and then you just froze.”

He looked between both of his friends, hoping for some kind of alternate answer or for someone to say they were pulling his leg, but they weren’t. “So you…you didn’t hear it?” he implored, desperate for someone to agree with him.

“No Danny, we didn’t,” Sam confirmed. “But Danny, we need to–”

“Pomegranate boba,” another barista announced. Danny automatically turned towards her, only to see the same lifeless stare directed his way.

“Twenty years, two hundred and twelve days, two hours.”

He shook his head and closed his eyes as the pressure of the void threatened to swallow him again, but then like before, everything opened up and the noise of the world rushed back to him.

“Danny?” Sam fretted as she stepped closer to him. 

He opened his eyes and looked out on the brightly lit boba shop. “Sorry I…it happened again,” he admitted.

Tucker and Sam exchanged significant glances behind Danny’s back before making an executive decision. Tucker grabbed their drink orders while Sam gently placed a hand on Danny’s back. “I think we should get out of here,” Sam suggested.

Danny could see the sense in that. The last thing they needed was to make a scene, and he could feel the eyes of both the people behind the counter and the ones standing in line. Best to beat a hasty retreat and figure this out somewhere a little quieter.

He scooted around the line of customers, hoping he could make a quiet exit. He caught the gaze of a young boy in line, but he only saw the vacant stare on his young face.

“Eighty three years, three hundred and two days, eleven hours.”

Danny spun quickly away from the boy and placed his hands over his ears, but it didn’t help as he locked eyes with a college student at a table who happened to look up from her laptop.

“Three years, thirty days, seven hours.”

And then the gaze of a well-dressed woman striding through the door.

“Forty years, eighty-eight days, nineteen hours.”

And the older man sitting with his grandchildren at a table.

“Ten years, one hundred and fifty days, three hours.”

Macabre countdowns from various shop patrons echoed around him. Anyone who met his gaze morphed their faces into the gaunt masks and intoned their countdown in that same hollow voice.

“Stop! Stop!” Danny cried as he curled in on himself. Tucker and Sam immediately pushed him through the doors and outside of the shop full of curious onlookers, but if they thought ushering him outside of the shop would be better, they were terribly wrong as Danny confronted more people on the street. The constant chorus of lifeless laments descended upon him in a deafening whirlwind.

“Ninety-eight days, twenty hours.”

“Sixty-eight years, two days, one hour.”

“Seventeen years, two hundred and ninety days, eight hours.”

Until they finally culminated in a chilling “Thirteen seconds.”

A morbid curiosity came over him as his gaze lingered on the older man who intoned the foreboding knell, just before the man clutched at his chest and dropped to the ground. Everyone around him rushed to his side and barked out orders to call an ambulance, but Danny knew deep, deep down in his core that it wouldn’t do any good. 

The man was dead. 

Dead, exactly thirteen seconds later.

Realizing this area was about to get a lot more attention, Tucker and Sam pushed Danny into a nearby alley and shrouded him from view. “Danny what the hell is happening?” Sam practically yelled.

Danny dropped to the ground as he clutched at his core that ached with the pain of what he just witnessed, and the horror of what he’d come to realize. He didn’t want to admit it to himself or to the world as a whole, but he had a horrifying feeling he knew what the times meant.

They were a countdown to death.

“I don’t…I don’t know why, but people keep telling me how long…how long they have…left,” Danny squeaked out between shallow breaths. The world swam around him and he clenched his jaw to try not to be sick.

“Left to what?” Tucker asked.

“To live you idiot!” Sam chastised. “Danny, are you sure?”

“What else could it be?” he exclaimed as he gripped at the hair on the sides of his head. “Someone said thirteen seconds, and then thirteen seconds later he…he…” His breath quickened in his chest. His heart thrummed too fast against his ribs. Sweat beaded on his brow as he shivered. This…this was a panic attack. Oh god, he was having a panic attack. But could anyone really blame him? He heard a man was going to die and just…just…watched it happen and couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t do anything!

“Danny…Danny just look at me,” Sam pressed delicately as she knelt next to him and placed a gentle hand on his arm.

His eyes reached her chin before he remembered - as soon as he met someone’s gaze, even from afar, they told him how long they had. He couldn’t know that about his best friend. He couldn’t. What if it was a small number? What would he even consider to be a small number? Would any number ever be large enough?

He slapped her away in a panic and retreated into himself as he buried his head into his arms. “No!” he screamed. “No, any time I look at someone they tell me how much time they have left and I can’t…I don’t want to know that. I can’t know that!” he practically screeched.

Sam and Tucker exchanged worried but uncertain looks. They’d dealt with a lot since the accident, but this was certainly a new complication where their very presence seemed to add more stress. 

“Okay Danny, okay. We don’t know if that’s what’s happening.” She paused as she felt him tense beside her. “But if you think that’s what’s happening, then we won’t look at you.”

Danny grabbed his hair tight in his hands as he shook in a huddle on the floor. How was he going to do this? Never look at anyone he ever cared about again? Make sure they never looked at him? What kind of life would that be? He couldn’t live like that, with that paranoia that some day one of them would mess up and they’d meet his gaze and then he would know how much longer he had left to spend with them. His breathing quickened again as he found himself spiraling further down into his panic, down into a depth of foreboding terror that he didn’t know if he could climb out of again.

“Okay but Danny, even if you aren’t looking at anyone, I need you to breathe okay?” Sam pleaded. “Just breathe with me. In and out slowly. In and out.”

He did as he was told because he didn’t really have it in him to argue. In and out, in and out. He took deep breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth like Jazz taught him. It probably didn’t help that he was still curled up in a ball and didn’t have great air circulation, but he didn’t dare uncurl.

“Okay, good,” Sam praised as she finished sending an urgent text. “Now let’s figure out what’s going on, because we will figure it out.”

“You mean figure out why I can tell when people are going to die?” Danny snapped.

“Yes,” Sam replied, voice calm despite Danny’s barbed tone. 

“...I don’t know if this is the right time, but there probably isn’t a right time so I’m just gonna say it,” Tucker sighed. “Danny, we noticed something weird earlier. It would only happen for a second, but it was like your face was covered by…like a translucent skull.”

Danny looked up but immediately thought better of it and ducked his head back down again. “A what?!”

“A skull. We didn’t know what it meant at the time–”

“We still don’t know what it means,” Sam added.

“--but it has to be related,” Tucker finished.

“This has to be more than a new ghost power,” Sam brainstormed. “This feels like something more significant.”

“More significant? What the hell does that mean?” Danny rebuked. He knew they were just trying to help, but honestly without an answer it was just making him feel more anxious and overwhelmed. He didn’t know if he could handle something more significant than being a half-dead, ghost-fighting freak.

“We don’t know,” Sam said, controlled and patient. “But we’ll figure this out Danny, we promise, just like we’ve figured out everything else.”

Everything else. Because there was always something. There was always some other side effect of the accident that all of them had to keep dealing with. Ghost powers, ghost fighting, his parents, new powers, a secret identity, ice powers, and now this. When was he done? When would he finally stop having more and more piled on top of his already overflowing mind? How much was a teenager expected to shoulder before he finally just buckled under the crushing weight of it all?

Apparently it would be one more thing.

He gasped as the cold breath escaped from his throat. He deflated a bit into his self hug. He knew the quiet afternoon was too good to be true. He knew it.

“Danny, you don’t have to go,” Sam mentioned, almost pleading.

“You know I have to,” he sighed with hollow defeat.

“No, you don’t. Let your parents get it, or Valerie. It doesn’t have to be you right now,” she begged.

“They never handle it well,” Danny argued as he stood but kept his gaze on the floor.

Sam shook her head, prepared to put her foot down. “But Danny, you literally just stopped having a panic attack, do you think now is the right time to do this? Maybe you just need to think about yourself for a bit!”

“When do I ever get to think about myself?” he barbed as he transformed. “Besides, a ghost can’t tell me how long they have to live, right? Sounds like I’m safer with one of them.”

Before they could argue with him he shot off into the sky, leaving a cloud of dread behind him. Tucker and Sam exchanged meaningful glances. 

“Follow him?” Tucker checked.

“Absolutely follow him.”

~*~

As yet another ectoblast grazed Danny’s side, he realized Tucker and Sam had maybe been right about letting someone else handle this. His head was not in the game. He couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that swirled around him and it made the fight against the ghostly crow that much harder to focus on. His newfound popularity also proved to be a complication as it led to more onlookers watching the fight. He couldn’t help but meet the eyes of people in the crowd, and every time he listened to their own voices toll their own death knell, he found himself wide open to a hit from the annoying ghost that honestly wouldn’t have been that much of a challenge otherwise. 

"Three hundred and twenty-one days, thirteen hours.”

He squeezed his eyes tight as he tried not to internalize how little time the concerned woman who looked his way had left, but closing his eyes during a fight was never a good idea.

“Danny!” he heard Sam yell, her voice distant but urgent.

He opened his eyes and saw the crow barreling in to charge with glowing talons ready to claw out his eyes. He immediately acted on instinct and threw out his hands to maybe summon a shield or take the talons to his arms or something.

He felt something cold and heavy fall into his hands, and he swung it without even looking at it too closely. A thin line of green slashed across the ghost and then it vanished. His overzealous slash continued through the brick of a nearby building that weathered and aged as decay seeped out from the fine line in the brick. When the arc of his swing stopped, he finally looked at what he held in his hands.

A scythe. Long and slender, the curved blade made a full crescent as it tapered into a neat, sharp point. The edge of the blade glowed with a faint green light, but it almost hurt to register: like its presence cut through the very existence of what his mind could accept as real. It looked so simple in his arms, and yet it felt dangerous. Deadly.

He stared dumbfounded at the blade in his hands. It felt heavy in his arms, but not because of its actual weight. It actually felt too easy and natural to swing. His fingers gripped around the shaft like he was meant to hold it. It felt so right and natural in his arms, and that scared him even more.

He immediately dropped it, but instead of hearing it clatter to the ground, it vanished into shadows as the absolute black swallowed it.

With panic etched all over his face, he looked desperately towards Sam’s voice, but only after he remembered that he didn’t dare look towards his friends. He dropped his gaze, but they understood his intent and rushed over to him.

“Danny, Danny are you okay?” Sam asked as she grabbed her friend’s arm.

“No…no I don’t think so,” he admitted. As hard as it felt to admit, he wasn’t well. He had no idea what the hell was happening, but he just knew none of this could be good. A sense of dread lingered around him that he couldn’t shake. A whisper of an answer tickled at the edges of his mind, but it was so cloaked in fear and terror that he didn’t dare even acknowledge its presence.

Sam nodded morosely and squeezed his arm. “That’s okay. We’ve got this Danny. C’mon, let’s get to my house. I think I know what’s going on.”

~*~

Danny sat in his favorite chair in the Manson library. Most of the room felt like something out of a middle-aged woman’s Pinterest page: a million shades of beige accented by a few plants or vines. Some books even had their spines facing the wall because their binding was too colorful. Sam managed to carve out a corner for herself. She separated this corner out with deep red curtains and inside its sanctuary she kept all her books (spines proudly out, thank you very much) on black shelves. Gothic sconces of wrought iron glowed with just enough mood lighting to read by and plush wine red chairs provided the perfect getaway to crawl into with a book. 

One of those chairs sucked him up inside its cushions and he let the weight of the fabric surround him. Sitting here with the dark mood lighting while Sam read aloud some new book or poem always felt like a comfortable space. Maybe Sam hoped the familiarity would bring some comfort to him right now, but even its power couldn’t counteract the horrible twisting in the pit of his stomach.

His friends swore they wouldn’t look at his face and would focus on his chest instead, but he still didn’t feel comfortable looking anywhere but at his wringing hands in his lap, just in case. He’d heard about too much death already today: too many times that seemed far too short for the nice faces that seemed burned into his mind. He had no idea who these people were and probably would never see them again, but he would forever remember their faces and would never be free of the knowledge of their death.

Would it be quick? Slow? Painful? Could he stop it? Could he save them? If he remembered their faces could he hunt them down and try to save them? Maybe not the ones in decades, but the ones who would be dying in the next few months? Could he help them so they didn’t end up like the old man on the street who died before his eyes while he was powerless to stop it?

The thump of a large book on a table shook him out of his thoughts as Sam stood near the small round table. “You’re not gonna like this, but I think I found the answer.”

That certainly caught his attention and he looked towards the book. Whether he’d like the answer or not, he needed to know. The heavy old tome looked like every Victorian book that Sam loved to collect, with a dark binding, embossed edges, and thick block lettering for the title.

The Tome of Record for the Myths and Legends of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

No. 

No, that couldn’t be the right book. That was not the answer.

He shook his head and backed up in his chair as far away from the book as he could physically get. “No. That’s not the right book.”

Sam approached both Danny and the book gently, like any sudden movement would spook him. “I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but I know I’m right about this.”

Tucker leaned in from his chair and his eyes grew wide. “Wait, apocalypse? Sam you’re serious?”

“No, she’s not serious because she’s wrong!” Danny insisted.

Sam slowly opened the book and turned to a page marked with a dark black ribbon. “Just look at it Danny. It explains a lot.”

Against his better judgment he peeked at the new chapter: “The Fourth Horseman: Death.” He didn’t let himself read any more, but the haunting image of a black-cloaked figure atop a skeletal horse with a skull for a face and a very familiar looking scythe froze him in his seat.

The death knells. The skull. The scythe. 

No, just because it made sense, that didn’t mean anything. Lots of things in this world made sense without actually being right, and this was just another one of those things. It didn’t mean that he– He couldn’t possibly be–

Tucker trailed a finger along the text of the book as he read, his mouth and eyes falling agape. “Wait Sam are you…are you trying to say that Danny is…Death? Like the Death?”

He felt an irrational anger towards Tucker for putting into physical words what his mind refused to acknowledge. Because it was crazy…right? Some crazy, wacky theory. This couldn’t be reality, it just…it couldn’t be.

Sam nodded solemnly. “I am. I don’t know why, but Danny has somehow become the personification of Death.”

For some reason the finality in Sam’s voice forced him to really hear it. As much as he wanted to deny it, the nagging whisper always there on the periphery of his mind had been trying to tell him the whole time. He knew it from the first countdown, but refused to see it. He knew what the symbolism of the scythe meant, but he refused to connect it. And he knew that all of these pieces only added up to one possible explanation. Just like Sam, he’d already reached the same conclusion, but he just refused to see it. He couldn’t avoid it anymore.

He was Death.

He needed to get away from the book, the picture, the proof. He didn’t want to see it anymore. He fell through the chair, momentarily grateful to have some kind of physical barrier between him and the book, but the piercing, empty eyes of the skull on the page followed him even through the chair. He scrambled back along the floor until he hit the bookcase behind him. 

“No no no I don’t want this! I don’t want this!” he screamed in ever increasing levels of panic. He looked at his shaking hands, almost expecting to see bony hands stretching out instead of his normal skin. He grabbed at his face, his arms, anything to make sure that he hadn’t turned into some skeleton. “I can’t–I don’t want to be Death!”

Sam and Tucker rushed over to his side and pulled his trembling body into a hug. They tried to bestow him with whatever comfort they could, but they knew it wouldn’t be enough. Just like they did when Danny first emerged from the portal, they were at a loss for what they could do and they just tried to be a physical support for him.

Danny grabbed onto his friends desperately as he shook in their arms. He didn’t know how much he needed their reassuring strength and strong hug until he found himself in their arms. Maybe he relied on them too much for emotional stability, but something about their presence served as a grounding force for him and he needed that now more than ever.

“We’ll figure it out Danny,” Sam tried to assure him. “We always do.”

They did always figure it out. The accident, the ghost powers, the ghost fighting, the secret identity, Pariah Dark, Vlad, his horrifying potential future - they’d found a way to make it through everything that his strange life had thrown at him. It stood to reason they could make it through this too, but for some reason this seemed so much more imposing than all those other obstacles.

The personification of death. What did that even mean? Did he have to reap souls? Was he actually the one responsible for killing people? Was he now to blame for everyone’s deaths? Did he have to help people cross over or find peace or meaning in their lives? Could he still live his normal human life? He’d already been neglecting it so much because of ghost fighting, but would this completely eclipse everything else? It felt like such a huge burden to throw onto his already overburdened shoulders, and he didn’t know if he had the strength to keep it all up.

But even more than a burden, being Death pushed him even closer to the dark stench of death that always seemed to swirl around him. He already straddled a very fine line between life and death, and while he didn’t always know where he found himself on either side of it, he cherished the balance. He liked being reminded that he was still alive. He died, and he was a ghost, but he was so much more than that too. His heart beat, he kept growing - he still had a life. He needed those reminders to stay sane. But being Death…it pushed him so much further towards that darker side. It disrupted that balance that he held onto so desperately. Those reminders of life seemed so much further away, like they could be snatched away from him at any moment, and he didn’t want to think where that constant focus on death and loss would take him.

He couldn’t keep dwelling on this. He was a boy of action, and he never did well just thinking through things. Maybe that helped Jazz, but he needed to do something. Figure this out, get rid of it, something. So he pulled away from the hug slightly, enough of a signal for his friends to release the warm group hug. He missed that comfort immediately, but he couldn’t stay huddled up against the bookshelf forever.

“How did this happen?” he croaked. Trying to find a reason meant that he had to accept it as the truth, and that hurt, but he’d already accepted it. Now he just had to get rid of it.

“I don’t know,” Sam admitted. “But Danny, we have a much more pressing issue than how.”

“More pressing than this?” Danny questioned, almost hurt that his internal turmoil and need to solve this wasn’t considered a pressing issue.

“Yeah, because it gets worse.”

Panic clenched around his heart again. How could it possibly get worse? This already seemed like a destitute situation with no possible solution on the horizon.

“Worse than Danny having death powers?” Tucker inquired. Well at least Tucker was on the same wavelength.

She nodded morosely. She took a deep breath, but as she slowly breathed out she straightened up, her brow resolute. “The summoning of the fourth horseman…it’s the final sign. The apocalypse is coming, and Danny’s going to be forced to make it happen.”

~*~

I hope you all enjoyed this! It's a little late of a submission for Ectober's Day 17 Gothic Horror prompt, but apparently world-building a multi-chapter longfic took a lot longer than I expected. But I'm excited to share some of my lore behind this ghostly version of the four horsemen over the next two chapters!

[stealingyourbones]

Scuttles out of a dark attic with some snail bones -- you've never even heard of snail bones? Makes sense, very rare, these, very rare indeed -- So, Ellie travels. And she meets the *weirdest* people. Now Phantom bas been time travelling so in some places she's been, people mistake her for him. (Phantom is *obviously* some kind of eternal protector/trickster spirit, of course they just decided to trans their gender for this era, who cares, that's just a thing they can do, duh). Perhaps it happens so much it starts to annoy her. Maybe she leans into it: "Psst, don't tell anyone!". Maybe she goes "Please stop comparing me to my dad" (Cue second gen heroes/vigis/villains going "Gotcha. Feel known.").

....How did we even end up here, I wanted Ellie to call in a Friend for Backup, and whoever the current party leader is go "You called *who* in for backup?! How do you even know them?! Of all the people you couldv'e conceivably called they weren't even on the *joke* list!!" (I mean, that could also be Danny. But it'd be funny if it wasn't.)

the amount of stories people have of a trickster of no discernible gender that helps or messes around or causes ambient chaos.

Ellie keeps on asking people to keep it on the down low (spoiler: they never do)

[pransesdp]

For the first gen/parents of the NG-verse, what are their future jobs in your current HC timeline?

From what I’ve got so far; I see Danny continuing his same role as the protector of Amity Park (probably just going by “Phantom” now in terms of hero monikers), Sam would open her own lil flower shop (whilst anonymously writing up dark fantasy novels subtly based on Team Phantoms’ past adventures), Tucker would become an expert tech guru running his own repair company (think BestBuy’s “Geek Squad”, in a way), and Jazz ofc becomes a renown psychologist (living out-of-state with her husband Dash, now a physical therapist).

In the meantime, Valerie’s carrying on strong as a ghost huntress (teaching younger aspiring hunters like Morgan all about her craft), Paulina & Wes Weston are the current main news anchors for Amity Park news, Star teaches science at Casper High, Kwan is a local veterinarian doc, and Danielle’s currently vibing as a traveling “freelancer” (taking up odd jobs/fighting ghosts in various parts of the world).

As far as the ghost cast, not a whole lot changed for most of them (cause, well… they’re ghosts lol), but some like Dorathea has risen up in power as a queen of her own realm (+the Fright Knight is technically crowned-royalty with his wife, but he still prefers to be called “the Fright Knight”), Johnny & Kitty are living the wild biker fam life with their squad of kids (+Zanna), and Desiree’s thriving well in her own palace/door realm of riches (think the inside of the Cave of Wonders from “Aladdin”):

I imagine for most of the ‘known’ ghosts by the current NG timeline, there’d probably be a few outfit changes/updated designs depending on their own preferences. Otherwise, pretty much the same spooky threats as before (now with a second gen) lol

[pennerjones]

PennerJones Fanfic Masterpost

Realized I haven't posted most of my work on here. Pretty much all of them are locked to registered AO3 users. I'll categorize them by fandom. They’re vaguely chronological from newest to oldest.

Abbreviations:

G = General Audiences, T = Teen & Up, M = Mature

M/M = Male/Male, M/F = Male/Female, M/X = Male/Other, Gen = Platonic Relationship Focus.

Without further ado…

Danny Phantom

To Gain Everything - (Incomplete | T | M/X) Clockwork x Pariah Dark (Dark Ages) + Danny Fenton is Dark Ages biological child. Part 3 of my Chessboard AU series.

Conqueror of Time (Incomplete | T | M/X) Clockwork x Pariah Dark (Dark Ages) + evil!Clockwork, forced adoption, and ghost hunger.

You're Beautiful, Just The Way You Are - (Complete | G | M/M) Clockwork x Pariah Dark (Dark Ages), internalized toxic masculinity, gender nonconformity, Pariah Dark is a good significant other.

Is One More Too Much? - (Complete | T | M/X) Clockwork x Pariah Dark (Dark Ages), redeemed Pariah Dark, family planning, past domestic violence, trauma, past magical corruption. Part 5 of my Chessboard AU series.

Hatching Trouble - (Incomplete | M | M/X) Graphic Violence, Clockwork/Dan Phantom (Meddling Minutes), Not AGIT compliant, redeemed Dan Phantom, ghost pollination AU, accidental eggpreg, no sex, unconventional relationships, roommates to lovers.

Resentment in Chains - (Complete | T | Gen) Danny Fenton & Pariah Dark, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton, mental institutions, patient transfer, Ghost King Danny Fenton. Part 7 of my King's Consorts Drabbles series.

I Got Reincarnated As My Enemy And My Mentor's Infant Son?? - (Incomplete | T | Gen, M/X) Danny Fenton & Dark Ages, Clockwork x Pariah Dark (Dark Ages), reincarnation, baby Danny Fenton, Past Character Death, parent-child relationships.

Where Shadows Find Their Due Rebirth - (Incomplete | T | Gen, M/X) Graphic Violence, Clockwork & Danny Fenton (Lost Time), Clockwork x Pariah Dark (Dark Ages), split timeline, past meets present, Twisted Retelling of Kronos Myth, Twist on Sojourn Soup >:3

This Will Be The Day We Open Up The Door - (Complete | T | M/X) Clockwork x Pariah Dark, crack treated seriously, implied sexual content.

There In Your Ego Lies Your Weakness - (Complete | G | M/X, Gen) Clockwork x Pariah Dark (Dark Ages), Danny Fenton & Dark Ages, Danny Fenton is Dark Ages' biological child, introspection, Pariah Dark-centric, drabble. Part 4 of my Chessboard AU series.

The Ghost Who's Still Alive (Song Fic) - (Complete | T | M/X) Clockwork x Pariah Dark (Dark Ages), slavery, pre-relationship, manipulative Pariah Dark, drabble, 100th Dark Ages fic.

Crumbling To Dust Before My Eyes - (Complete | T | Gen, M/X) Clockwork & Danny Fenton (Lost Time), Clockwork x Pariah Dark (Dark Ages), sick fic, body horror, ghost king Danny Fenton, humorous ending.

The Tyrant Ghost King Is My Stepdad?! - (Complete | G | Gen) Clockwork & Danny Fenton (Lost Time), future ghost king Danny Fenton, Clockwork leaves out vital information, married Dark Ages, humor.

Honor To Us All - (Incomplete | T | M/F) Clockwork x Pariah Dark (Dark Ages), Mulan AU, not accurate Chinese culture, magic, Clockwork is a seer.

Madness And Greatness Can Both Share A Face - (Complete | G | Gen) Danny Fenton & Pariah Dark, Danny Fenton & the Ancients, Pariah gets let out of the sarcophagus, this doesn't go well for him. Part 6 of the Kings' Consorts Drabble series.

Open Up Again, I Believe In Second Chances - (Complete | G | Gen, M/X) Danny Fenton & the Ancients, Clockwork x Pariah Dark (Dark Ages), mental institutions, rogue rehabilitation, the Ancients are so not on board with this, ghost king Danny Fenton. Part 5 of the Kings' Consorts Drabble series,

All Our Questions Why Were Dismissed - (Complete | G | Gen) Dorathea "Dora" & Danny Fenton, mentioned Clockwork x Pariah Dark (Dark Ages), mentioned Dorathea x Fright Knight (Scale Mail Armour), Ghost Zone politics, Ghost Zone lore. Part 4 of the Kings' Consorts Drabble series.

His Throne Left To Ash, And His Legacy Soon To Be Mine - (Complete | G | Gen, M/X) Clockwork & Danny Fenton (Lost Time), Clockwork x Pariah Dark (Dark Ages), Ghost Zone lore, Ghost Zone politics, the Ring of Rage. Part 3 of the Kings' Consorts Drabble series.

Something Has Been Taken From Deep Inside Of Me - (Complete | T | Gen, M/X) Clockwork & Danny Fenton (Lost Time), Clockwork & Pariah Dark (Dark Ages), ghost king Danny Fenton, consorts lost love, tragic romance. Part 2 of the Kings' Consorts Drabble series.

I See The Future And The Fruit It Brings - (Complete | G | Gen, M/X) Ghost king Danny Fenton, consorts, past Clockwork x Pariah Dark (Dark Ages), Clockwork leaves out vital information. Part 1 of the Kings' Consorts Drabble series.

To Lose Everything - (Incomplete | M | M/X) Graphic Violence, Major Character Death, Clockwork x Pariah Dark (Dark Ages), Clockwork & the Observants, the Observants are assholes, magical corruption, tragic romance, war, pregancy, childbirth, partner betrayal, unhappy ending. Part 1 of my Chessboard AU.

Well, That's One Way To Tell My Dad I'm A Ghost - (Complete | G | Gen) Danny Fenton & Jack Fenton, Blood and Injury, Panic Attacks, Good Parents Jack & Maddie Fenton, Identity Reveal, Humorous Ending.

No One Was Prepared - (Incomplete | T | Gen, M/F) Danny Fenton & Mr. Lancer, Danny Fenton x the Core of the Ghost Zone (Coremates), sentient Ghost Zone core, ghost prince Danny Fenton, bad parent Jack & Maddie Fenton, dad Mr. Lancer, arranged marriage.

Love Lines & Coffee Grinds - (Incomplete | T | M/X) Clockwork x Pariah Dark (Dark Ages), coffee shop AU, soulmate AU, probably inaccurate portrayal of Romani culture, palmistry, transphobia, romantic comedy. Needs to be rewritten.

Pain Is In The Eye Of The Beholden - (Incomplete | G | M/X) age-regression/de-aging, past slavery, emotional hurt/comfort, amnesia. Part 8 of my Chessboard AU.

Voyage To Ruin - (Incomplete | M | M/X) Mythology AU, The Myth of Calypso AU, human Pariah Dark, deity Clockwork, dark fantasy, forced relationship.

Kids Ask The Darndest Things - (Complete | G | Gen, M/X) Clockwork & Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Clockwork x Pariah Dark (Dark Ages), Danielle "Dani" Phantom is Dark Ages biological child, awkward conversations, parent-child relationships. Part 10 of my Chessboard AU.

A Most Eventful Christmas Truce - (Incomplete | T | Gen, M/X) Clockwork x Pariah Dark (Dark Ages), Danny Fenton & Dark Ages, Christmas Truce celebration, medical emergency, miscarriage scare, angst with a happy ending. Part 9 of my Chessboard AU.

The King's Secret (I Shall Keep) - (Complete | T | M/X) Clockwork x Pariah Dark, Fright Knight POV, secret marriage, pregnancy, eavesdropping, slavery, Pariah Dark is an asshole. Part 4 of my Chessboard AU.

Clockwork Gets Trapped, Like A Dumbass - (Complete | G | M/X) Clockwork x Pariah Dark (Dark Ages), summoning circles, teasing, fluff and humor, idiots in love. Part 7 of my Chessboard AU.

Can't Unsee That - (Complete | T | Gen, M/X, M/F) Clockwork x Pariah Dark, Maddie Fenton x Jack Fenton, Danny Fenton & Dark Ages, crack, humor, Danny Fenton has BAD TIMING, ghost sex, good parents Jack and Maddie Fenton, full ghost Danny Fenton. Part 6 of my Chessboard AU.

DP x DC

The Worm Is New - (Complete | Gen | Gen) Little Baby Man Danny

Facing Time - (Complete | T | M/X, Gen) Clockwork & Wonder Woman | Diana Prince, Clockwork/Pariah Dark (Dark Ages), Ghost Queen Clockwork, GIW | Guys In White, The Justice League Messed Up

The Ghost King...Has A Son? - (Complete | T | M/X, M/M) Clockwork/Pariah Dark, Danny Fenton/Damian Wayne, Pariah Dark tries to take over the human world again, the Justice League is struggling, Danny Fenton is Dark Ages son, Adopted? Biological? You decide!

Phineas & Ferb

Let Sleeping Platypi Lie - (Incomplete | T | M/M, M/F) Vanessa Doofenschmirtz x Ferb Fletcher (aged up), Heinz Doofenshmirtz x Perry the Platypus, human Perry the Platypus, fake/pretend relationship, secret relationship, secret identity, hijinks & shenanigans.

My Hero Academia

I'll Be The Last - (Incomplete | T | M/M) Bakugo Katsuki x Kirishima Ejiro, fae AU, Beauty & the Beast AU, curse, human sacrifice, slow burn romance.

Kiribaku Prank War: A Crack Fic - (Complete | T | M/M) Bakugo Katsuki x Kirishima Ejiro, soulmates AU, writing on skin soulmates, established relationship, prank war, oblivious Bakusquad.

Well, This Is Awkward... - (Incomplete | G | M/M) Aoyama Yuuga x Tokoyami Fumikage (darksparkle), soulmates, your heart glows for 24-hours when you find your soulmate, vomiting, chronic health issues, social anxiety, everyone needs a hug. I really should finish this.

My Cornerstone - (Complete | T | M/M) Bakugo Katsuki x Kirishima Eijiro, coma, feelings realization, angst and hurt/comfort, hard of hearing Bakugo Katsuki, angst with a happy ending.

Naruto

Penitent No More - (Incomplete | M | Gen) Major Character Death, Nonbinary Orochimaru, Inspired by The Legend of the White Snake (Chinese Mythology), wizard AU, child abuse, half-human.

Boruto

Sunshine Upon The Waning Moon - (Complete | T | M/M) Mitsuki x Boruto, Mitsuki x Kawaki (One Sided), Two Blue Vortex Era, Memory Alteration, Happy Birthday Mitsuki

Mitsuki's Sick Day - (Complete | T | M/M) Mitsuki x Uzumaki Boruto, sick fic, implied/referenced self-harm, implied/referenced suicidal ideation, nightmares, medical trauma, getting together.

Sunflower in the Moonlight - (Incomplete | M | M/F, Gen, M/M) Graphic Violence, Major Character Death, Mitsuki x Uzumaki Himawari (aged up), Mitsuki & original sibling character, Mitsuki x Uzumaki Boruto, mission gone wrong, grief/mourning, hurt/comfort, dysfunctional family.

Death Note

The Detective’s Sons - (Complete | T | Gen) Implied Underage, L & Near & Mello, alive L, teen dad L, secret children, first meetings.

Young L: The Triebome Murder Case - (Incomplete | M | Gen) Graphic Violence, Major Character Death, Wammys House era, murder mystery, psychic abilities, child abuse, deaf character, blood and injury, Wammys House is a bad place.

[uniasus]

fic rec! 5K Gen DP fic

Summary: "All things can be real," Pandora tells Danny, "This is the Infinite Realms, and in all of infinity you'll find it impossible to prove something doesn't exist. Not just the fantasies of your world, but the fantasies of any."

Comments: This fic is actually two one shots based off the idea of fantasy creatures showing up in the Zone. Or traveling through the Zone to end up in our world. The first is a mimic who infiltrates Casper High. The second is a siren, and what she sings to Danny is so sad.

[kitsoa]

I'd love to hear about all the fanfics that inspire you / you recommend

Yeah?? You're asking? Oh boy, I am so excited to share. This is my comprehensive fanfiction recommendation/inspiration guide.

Fandoms:

Trigun (current fixation)

Kingdom Hearts

The Legend of Zelda

Detective Conan

Danny Phantom

Criteria?

Chances are I have reread this stuff a few times. That's it. I love it. There are some that I have rose-tinted glasses about and I think there are a million more I just didn't list but I love fanfiction and just knowing these exist lets me work hard to indulge and enjoy on the things I love.

Trigun/ Trigun Stampede

The Second Celestial Evening series by tragic_unpaired_electron

Child of Blessing

Daughter of Eve

Season of the Witch

Multi-chapter. Complete. Gen.

A beautifully crafted series covering the complexities of Vash's place in the universe starts with a heart-tugging series covering Vash's growth into adulthood from Brad's perspective in "Child of Blessing". Then compelling and dark torture featuring ghost Tesla in "Daughter of Eve" and 'so good we had to share the fun'-- the Knives' redemption fic of all redemption fics in "Season of the Witch". Their plant biology headcanon, the masterful prose, and the vibrant character explorations are downright incredible.

Bloodletting series by tragic_unpaired_electron

The Pale Horseman

The Walls of Jericho

After Eden

Multi-Chapter. Complete. Gen.

Hands down the best Twin!Swap AU in all of Trigun fandom. It turns Nai into the most compelling, prickly, and surly protagonist. He pulls at your heartstrings and grows in ways you cannot fathom. There are twists and turns both inspired by canon and naturally spun from the various want-of-nail scenarios. Amazing headcanons and innovative and imaginative worlds and backgrounds. When I tell you that this Nai is one of my favorite characters of all time-- folks would think me blasphemous. I cannot sing the praises of this one enough. I love all their trigun work but this is my favorite. Sun, Moon, and Stars by tragic_unpaired_electron

Multi-chapter. Complete. Gen.

Tesla Lives AU with amazing character vignettes, imaginative worlds and characters and scenarios. And just an incredible message overall. If you want to chew on something by this author with a little less trauma and not as many total chapters this basically eases you into their genius. You get to really see how they roll with characterization.

the unknowable tomorrow by ScreechTheMighty

Multi-chapter. Unfinished. Gen.

Tristamp timetravel fic that turns Meryl and Wolfwood into little guardian angels to baby Vash. This makes my heart weep with fluffy feelings and emotions and the tension inherent to their being there is captivating. I love reading Vash through their perspective in this fic.

ten cent grace by fathomfive

Oneshot. Gen.

Trimax-ish. A plant sickness has Vash regress to childhood with no memories and only Wolfwood to cling to. It's such a great character retrospective and gives me feelings. Big brother Wolfwood. Strange but traumatized child Vash. It's written very well.

There are soooo many good trigun fics. I could actually keep going but I'll move on.

Kingdom Hearts

(i don't need you to) Worry for Me by Cygna_hime

Three-shot. Complete. Gen.

A freaking work of art. A Vanitas redemption story that humanizes and explores a character built on such wild extremes. Reading this made me cry. I fell absolutely in love with Vanitas and it explored the Wayfinder Trio in beautiful ways. It has great headcanons and world building. It's a rather long 3 chapters but it is an incredible ride. Islands Like Glass Towers by Organization VI

Multi-Chapter. Complete. Gen.

This is a famous and rather old fic that explores Sora's parents and it dives into the whimsical and bittersweet world Sora is to be born into. It left me feeling wistful and nostalgic and it's very hard to put into words but it's a fic about parenthood and love. It's a profound little read and I think it captures the unique magic of Kingdom Hearts in a grounded way.

IV[or]y Wall by me.... haaaa im sorry

Multi-Chapter. Incomplete. Gen.

You write what you wanna see. Self-indulgent self promo. Big ol' "Kingdom Heart 4" speculation fic that deals with Sora reverse isekai'd into the real world and having to parse what is real and what is fake and he's... really going through it. Basically a character deconstruction fic on his side. Very meta. Much suspense. I try. It's on Hiatus but you could enjoy the 29 chapters while I get ready to soft relaunch it.

The Legend of Zelda

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild by TheZedofAges

Multi-Chapter. Complete. T . f/m (Zelink)

BotW novelization that is an actual fantasy epic. It takes and develops the world and the plot into this very organic and vibrant cohesive story. Link is characterized so darn well. There are extrapolations and flourishes that suck you right in. There is a masterful use of non-chronological flashbacks and the relationship between Zelda and Link is total gravity. I read this story to my nongamer, not hip, completely clueless mother and she loved it.

Insomnia by  tikitikirevenge 

Multi-Chapter. Incomplete. T. Hiatus.

Majora's Mask Novelization! This is such a smart fic I'm always in awe as I read it. Not only does it have whipcrack good dialogue and great pacing, it's got a complex closed-time loop premise that has intersections and crosses that take tons of foresight and skill to pull off. It is just an electric read that covers the trauma of a hero out of place and a world that is crushed by oppressive fear and depression. And Tatl. Is. Just. the best.

Detective Conan

Fallout by the Silversage

Multi-Chapter. Incomplete. Hiatus. T.

... this fic. Is everything to me. What I would sell to get this thing finished. Basically, let's take the consequences of the Raven Chaser movie and kick the series into high gear toward the conclusion. Featuring intense intrigue and well-researched mystery and conspiracy. Kaito Kid being an incredible ally. The gosho boys. The Conan mystery being confronted and needled to such a satisfying degree. This fic makes me scream. I am so rabid about this fic. Sense & Sensitivity by  KosagiNoLegion 

Multi-Chapter. Complete. T

This one is also kinda old. Nature of the beast with Conan fic but like it's Psychic Detective Heiji. Which in the midst of all the 'realism' and 'science' is absolutely glorious. He's surrounded by skeptics and has to keep it secret but like it's a great time. There's another in the series from my memory.

Switched by Boogum

Multi-Chapter. Complete. Gen.

Kaito-Conan Body swap. It's got great dialogue and a fun pace. Just good ol' body swap shenanigans which are heightened by the two at the center who are great foils and have various context's to complicate things. Fun fact, I made the cover art for this one.

Danny Phantom

Yo this seres is what I like to call evergreen for me. For some reason these fics are just always in style. Always ready to be consumed.

Phantom of Truth and Shadow of a Doubt by Haiju

Multi-Chapter. Complete. T

Probably the big staple fic of this fandom. Dark, emotionally complicated. Body horror. Trauma. Danny's mom experiments on him and then we gotta pick up the pieces in the sequel. Love the ghost headcanons. It's captivating.

Candlelight by HappyLeif

Multi-Chapter. Complete. Romance. T

An AU with Danny being alone during his portal accident so he actually drifts away from his friends. This allows for a really sweet love story between Danny and Sam as they reconnect and form a friendship through his alter ego. I love outside-perspective fics and this takes that for a spin and makes a delightful romance.

Treading Water by The Full Catastrophe

Multi-Chapter. Incomplete. T

An AU where instead of ghost powers we've got Mer-Danny. It is so imaginative and fun that feels like the original show with all the great grounded drama we expect from fanfic. This is a total classic and the quintessential mer-Danny fic.

......And I could keep going. There are a few fandoms I've dabbled with reading but I'll save that. It's great to have this here in one place for me to refer back.

[numinous-scribe]

Rating: Gen Pairing: Jazz Fenton/Dick Grayson Summary:

Sometimes you just need some cinnamon rolls and the Muppets to celebrate a holiday. For the prompts: Baking & Movie Night

Second entry for @haunting-heroes-creative-games Winter Advent!

[uraniumshark]

Bury Me Low Snippet 5

Her brain was pounding. The overwhelming feeling of not being able to say no to this man, the command to end his life, the urge to hide away from everything until things made sense again and her head stopped hurting. All of them were at war in her mind. Her real hand grasped at her hair tightly while her ghostly hand pressed against the wall behind her. It needed to stop, stop, stop…

All she could see was red. Blood, anger, rage. She wanted to make Rand pay. For making her keep this secret about the circumstances of her birth, for whatever he did to her that made it near-impossible for her to tell him no. But to murder him, did she have it in her? She didn’t use her powers like Danny or Vlad, at least not often. She wasn’t a fighter by nature. She used her powers to help her experiments that would, in turn, help humanity.

What would everyone think of her if she went through with this?

Kill him, Rylie. End your suffering that’s come from him.

Something inside her stirred. She was not a murderer. She may hate Rand, but not enough to actually kill him, and whoever was controlling her would not continue. “No!” she shouted, bringing her other hand to her head. “Get out– I’m not some puppet– Get the fuck out of my head!”

Kill him!

“I’m not a murderer!” she shouted, feeling frost gather under her feet. “I may hate him but I’m not a killer! You can’t make me!”

Yes. I. Can!

Rylie heard the door open and cinched her eyes shut. “Stay back!” she called. “I don’t– I can’t– They still have control, I don’t know if I–”

[beccadrawsstuff]

playing a major game of catch-up lol but here's day 6 symbol! Had to go w my daughter Annie after she got her uniform updated.

[sapphirestarz11]

I was tagged by @mewkwota awhile for this, and I was a bit busy with a bunch of stuff on my mind including art... but I'm free now, so without further ado, let's do this! ^v^/ Her post on it is linked here!

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Favorite Color: Pink! A surprise I know considering Sapphire.EXE's color palette is mainly filled with blues, but it's actually pink! Second is yellow, third is light blue, then is purple, and last is black!

Last Song: There's a few for this one honestly... I listen to a lot of music, mainly video game OSTs, but if I were to pick the last one I listened to, it would be this. I'm a HUGE Gen 4 fan, so listening to this was a trip down memory lane for me.

Currently Reading: Huh... I guess that would be Danny Phantom: A Glitch in Time and Unico: Awakening, since I got those graphic novels at the same time. They're really darn good too!

Currently Watching: Nothing really! I'm about to continue playing BN4 for friends, so I guess I'd be watching my own gameplay...? I don't know!

Currently Craving: Ice Cream Cake by a long shot! My birthday already passed, but I would love some ice cream cake... or some ice cream in general!

Coffee or Tea: Tea for sure! Coffee I have every now and then, and I have with milk (cream if it's not there) and sugar! My tea I have with a lot of honey and some lemon juice! Perfect for when I'm sick or have a sore throat!

A Hobby I'd Like To Try: I'd like to try singing again, and I'm currently on and off with practicing how to skateboard! I've been decent at singing but I'm not good with the high notes. I'd also love to pick up my ocarina and alto saxophone again. In addition to that, I wanna make music again too! I used to do that via this old Flash-based site called Musicshake, but it doesn't work anymore. I don't think the devs care about it either, meaning it's not usable in the modern day.

An AU You've Been Plotting: Well I got a few of those! AUs of Sapphire.EXE and her NetOp Miles in various adventures have been up for a while (same with Ashton Atherstone), whether they're different takes of them in Battle Network, or them in the Pokémon world; those are the AUs I've been plotting. Also I made the Pokémon AU version of Hub and Lan as well! That's been super fun to work on!

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As for people to tag in this: @lucina-trs, @stitchedlynx, @sminny-wew, @dunedragon, @grammars-doodles, @cylikaart, and @thatnerdyrobo! Thank you again Mew for the @ and to those I @'d, you don't have to do it if you don't want to!

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Vacation Treaty

by RedDragonofMirkwood The Justice League had been tasked with temporary guardianship over Prince Phantom, Heir to the Throne of All, Steward of Stars. Adored by the consciousness of the very Realm he will eventually rule over, it would fall upon Earth's best heroes to keep him safe for one entire month, and not a second less. Words: 1576, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Danny Phantom, DCU Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Danny Fenton, Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman), Clark Kent, Frostbite (Danny Phantom), Pandora (Danny Phantom), Clockwork (Danny Phantom), Dorathea "Dora" (Danny Phantom), Cassandra Cain Relationships: Danny Fenton & Justice League (DCU), Danny Fenton & Bruce Wayne, Cass & high places, Diana (Wonder Woman) & Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton & Clark Kent Additional Tags: Ancient of Space Danny Fenton, except he's a Baby Ancient, Sentient Ghost Zone (Danny Phantom), Ghost Zone (Danny Phantom), My First AO3 Post, no beta just vibes via https://ift.tt/GW4oMpz

[starppleb]

I Did A Thing!

I posted my first thing on Ao3, and it's an old One Shot that I did half a year ago and found a new desire to post it!

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: Major Character Death

Category: Gen

Fandom: Danny Phantom

Relationships: Danny Fenton & Tucker Foley & Sam Manson, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton, Danny Fenton & Danny Fenton

Characters: Danny Fenton, Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, Jazz Fenton, Mentioned Clockwork (Danny Phantom)

Words:739

Chapters:1/1

Summary:

Dan had planned this day in his head perfectly, down to a second, so there would not be a Ghost Portal Accident. Danny had maybe a vague plan for this day, but it did not include a Ghost Portal Accident.   Or: The Idea: Hero/Villan comes back in time to prevent some tragic event. Or-Or: Future!Danny lost everything and decided to prevent the Accident, but things did not go as planned.

[jaredthebc]

Yokai Watch was on the brain earlier so I brainstormed a mini Yokai Watch X Pokemon Black and White AU! (Note that I haven’t really seen all the Yokai Watch Media, my main source of knowledge is the 1st game and the things people have told me over the years) ramble in the keep reading!

My main idea is Hilbert, Bianca and Cheren are the main core of friends the series follows, as well as Hilda later on. Initially, Hilbert is the only one with a Yokai Watch, which was a gift given to him from a random man (Alder) near Mount Wildwood (note the locations will probably be adapted to be more similar to Unova/New York, I’m using the canon names from Yokai Watch for a lot of things just cause I haven’t fully plot stuff out yet) though later on Bianca and Cheren will probably get their own watches too. Hilbert just figures the man was being generous, or just had something he needed to get rid of

Later when the trio are in the woods, Hilbert runs into an Oshawott Yokai, and befriends it. Bianca and Cheren are in on the Yokai deal right away, but Hilbert choses to keep it secret from his mom, and twin Hilda. Basically think of the Unova trio as something similar to Danny Tucker and Sam from Danny Phantom (and Hilda as like Jaz, honestly the main reason Hilbert didn’t tell her is because he knew she would probably use Yokai for mischief...and when she finds out she honestly does what he feared lol but she has a good heart). When Cheren and Bianca get watches, they have Snivy and Tepig Yokai’s respectively. Idk if Pokemon are really a thing in this universe, but stuff like gyms aren’t a thing and its way more slice of life

Oshawott, Snivy and Tepig can directly talk to the ones who scan them with the watch (like every Yokai in the series basically) though they don’t evolve. Evolution *is* a thing in the series, but its basically never brought up so I’m not gonna bother lol. They act like companions to each of their “trainers”, though are far less knowledgeable than Whisper is in the main series, so the trio has to basically work it out themselves how the Yokai stuff works with only surface level help from their Yokai

Now to contrast the slice of life...Team Plasma are 100% a thing, but they are more underground, like conspiracy theorists in a cult. They aren’t stealing publicly, more working in the shadows to use the Yokai knowledge for their schemes

N is a thing here, but he’s much more lowkey in his Plasma aid than he is in Black and White. He has the ability to see and hear Yokai without the use of a Yokai Watch, as well as being able to firmly grasp a medal to summon a Yokai by hand. I like to think he has the colors of the Yokai Watch in his eyes as a sort of heterocromia. He starts as somewhat of a frenamie for the crew, meeting with Hilbert to teach him about Yokai and such, while stealing the medals Hilbert and crew they earned over the course of the series for Plasma, as well as other schemes that weren’t like directly horrible so they still are on good terms (at least to Hilbert and Bianca, Cheren started hating N the second he first tried to steal medals lol) but is still clearly an antagonist. Over time though, the cult trickery starts wearing off some for N, and becomes much more a friend up to N leaving Plasma. Its not as in depth as Plasma is in the actual game, but still very much a cult in nature N needs to leave

Overall the whole thing has a Saturday Morning kinda vibe, but isn’t afraid to get mildly serious when needed for plot events. Its sort of a more serialized thing than the main Yokai anime, though not as heavy as the Gen 5 games are (no kids are gonna get stabbed with ice...as far as I know so far SIDUHEFUIHF)