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raaorqtpbpdy · 2 years ago

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Don't Crack Under Pressure

Written for the Phic Phight Prompt: (Not phantom planet compliant) Danny's finally an astronaut! He's somehow got through college, after barely managing to pull through high school. But after he manages to make it into a NASA rocket and travel to the final frontier, his helmet cracks. So how does he explain how he got through the entire day to the rest of the crew with a cracked helmet? (from @shadowpixel)

Chapter 1: Let's Take a Rocketship to Space (I hear it's a real swinging place)

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[Warnings for deep space and assumed character death]

Despite the nightmare that was high school, and just barely getting his diploma, Danny managed to get into college. By some miracle he got his engineering degree, and now he was achieving his lifelong dream of becoming an astronaut. His first mission was with a crew of mostly veterans to investigate a NASA probe that had been sent to Psyche, an asteroid in the Main Asteroid Belt which traveled between Mars and Jupiter.

The probe had sent signals indicating that it had collected samples and was processing data, but due to unknown circumstances, it had suddenly stopped transmitting information about Psyche's surface, even though it was still responding to the deep space optical communication signals. All efforts to repair or reprogram it remotely had failed. That was why NASA had decided to send the Eros mission.

Captain Simon Lao, copilot Denali North, engineer Danny Fenton, and geo-chemist Dr. Ivy Grace Carson were selected for the approximately 2 year mission. Their ship would use the same advanced communications system as the Psyche probe to communicate with Earth using optical signals transmitted via lasers, which traveled faster than radio waves, so they wouldn't be completely cut off from their friends and family, despite traveling farther than any manned spacecraft had ever gone before.

Just five years ago, it would have been a six year mission there and back, if not longer, but using improved ionic propulsion with a little ectoplasmic boost, partially designed by Danny, the speed at which they could reach the asteroid increased dramatically. Once the mission was green-lit, it still took months of testing and training and preparing before the Eros spacecraft could finally launch, but this was it. Today was the day.

"Communications test," Simon said into their headset. "Mission control, do you read me?"

"Loud and clear Lao," came the voice of Miranda in the mission control room. "Check ignition and prepare for liftoff."

Danny felt like he might vibrate right out of his skin in his excitement. He'd been to space once before, that time Technus took over a satellite, but this was different. This was an actual, real life, NASA mission, on a real NASA spaceship with a real space suit and everything. He'd finally made it big. He'd gotten to the place he'd wanted to be since he was two years old and watched the Endeavor launch on TV.

The time leading up to the final takeoff passed agonizingly slowly but at last the countdown commenced. The engines roared to life.

"Nervous, Fenton?" Ivy Grace asked with a smirk. Everyone else in the cockpit had gone on missions for NASA before, making Danny the only newbie, but he was the furthest thing from nervous.

"Not on your life, Doc," Danny responded with a grin. "I've been waiting for this moment as long as I can remember."

The thing about space was that it really wasn't all that far away. Hard to get to, yes, because straight up, and up, and up was not an easy direction to go, but it wasn't necessarily far. The ship took off, and less than ten minutes later it had escaped Earth's atmosphere. Danny stared out the window in awe at the planet Earth growing farther and farther away.

"Go ahead and unbuckle your seat-belts, and you are now free to move about the cabin," Simon said once the autopilot confirmed course and they were on their way.

Danny immediately got out of his seat, almost phasing though his seat-belt by accident in his frenzy, instead of unbuckling it. Long since used to zero gravity from his time in the Ghost Zone, Danny easily flew to the rearmost window to watch his home planet shrink into a speck in the distance while his crew-mates shook their heads fondly. And thus began the ten month journey to the asteroid Psyche.

The beauty of space was something Danny could never get tired of, even if this mission were to last a million years. Even after months in space, his crew-mates often found him floating by the window, just watching the stars outside for hours on end. Of course, Danny had plenty of other things to do, and he did them, but there were also stars. And they were breathtaking. The rest of the crew preferred to pass their time in different ways.

Ivy Grace spent most of her time isolating herself in her bunk to work on her manuscript with headphones blaring the playlists she'd downloaded for the journey. She was the type who never seemed to get lonely. No matter how many times they asked her, she completely refused to tell any of them what her manuscript was about, which led the rest of them to the obvious conclusion that she was writing hardcore erotica, probably involving tentacles.

Their captain Simon, on the other hand, took great joy in dragging the rest of them into social past-times together. Somehow, they knew a ludicrous number of party games and had packed a two terabyte hard-drive full of movies for the crew to watch during the trip. Simon couldn't seem to stand being alone for ten minutes if they were awake. At least they didn't mind quiet though, and sometimes they would sit in silence with Danny, just watching out the windows.

Lastly there was Denali. She'd been an air force pilot before applying at NASA, but only to pay for college. Originally, she had wanted to go to art school, but after discovering a genuine love for flying, she'd decided to go to NASA instead. For the Eros mission, she'd brought along six, cheap, empty sketchbooks, and requested as many pressurized ink capsules for her pen as she could get away with, since regular pens couldn't write without gravity. She was determined to improve her art skills while she was in space for months at a time, and often asked the rest of them to pose for her drawings.

Once a day, they'd receive communication from Earth. Mission control would call to confirm that they were still on course, and there were no problems on the Eros craft, and they'd get messages from their loved ones back home. Denali got to read her mother's updates on what was happening in the tight-knit community she'd grown up in. Ivy-Grace messaged back and forth with her girlfriend. Simon threw a full on party on the Eros when they got the news that their sister was pregnant and they were going to be an auncle.

Danny got to spend an hour and a half once a week decoding his sister's overly long ghost activity reports from Amity Park. Sam and Tucker kept him updated on how life was back on Earth and added vague statements at the end of their messages that told him things were fine in the Ghost Zone too, even though "all quiet under the green sky" looked like utter nonsense to mission control and the rest of the crew. Danny's parents managed to work in how proud they were of him in every single message they sent.

Ten months passed by slowly but surely. The four of them were already used to each other after their time spent in training, and they knew the importance of getting along with people you were stuck with for two years without escape, so no arguments or bad blood ever developed among them.

After a lengthy travel period, the Psyche asteroid finally came within sight, and the crew assumed landing positions.

"Alright, Denali, prep for landing," Simon ordered, slipping seamlessly into their serious captain mode. Denali flipped the appropriate switches to activate the automatic landing system, and prepared to take over manual control if something went wrong.

"Ready to go," she confirmed.

"Then take us down." It was a pretty smooth landing, with only slight jostling and no malfunctions or unexpected obstacles. Once they touched down on Psyche's surface, Simon sent a communication to Earth. "Mission control, this is Eros, we have safely landed on the asteroid's surface and are preparing to track down the Psyche probe for diagnostic, over."

Even at light speed, communication between Earth and the Main Asteroid Belt took several minutes. Eventually, the response came back. "Confirmed, Eros, keep us posted and let us know if anything happens. Good luck, and stay safe, over and out."

"You heard her, finish suiting up and lets go," Danny urged enthusiastically. He was already in his suit, fully ready to step out onto the asteroid, and just waiting on the other three. The plan was to get the Psyche probe and take it back to the ship to repair or reprogram it as needed, and to download the data it had collected on the asteroid so far.

The Psyche probe was a ways away from the ship, but that wasn't too much of a problem. Denali dropped their buggy onto the surface, and she and Danny headed out to pick up the probe while Ivy Grace collected her samples and Simon made sure that anything that might be needed to deal with the probe was ready to go by the time it got back. As the engineer, Danny would be the one doing most of the repairs, although Ivy Grace was on standby with some chemical tests to run, in case something like that was the problem.

As they drove toward the probe, Danny's feet tapped on the floor of the buggy with excited energy.

"Careful there, Fenton," Denali teased. "Looks like you're about to shake right out of your suit."

"Sorry, it's just... I'm happy," Danny told her. "If I were to call up five-year-old Danny and tell him I was driving on an actual asteroid right now, I think he'd be so thrilled his brain would explode and he would drop dead on the spot."

"I dunno, it kinda seems like I'm looking at a five-year-old Danny right now," she ribbed, and he laughed. "I guess it's a good thing you can't make calls to the past then, or else you'd never get here."

Danny laughed harder. "If you think a little thing like death would stop me from getting here, you're dead wrong." It wouldn't, and in fact, it hadn't.

The two of them talked a little more until the probe was in sight, then got out to give it a look. A preliminary once-over didn't reveal any obvious problems, like exposed wiring from a panel that had shaken loose, or significant exterior damage. They hitched it to the buggy, ready to tow it back to the ship.

So far, the mission had gone off without a single snag, and the crew had high hopes that it would stay smooth sailing the rest of the way. However, everyone knows the moment you start to think everything's going your way is the moment everything starts to go horribly wrong. It was at this moment, that things went horribly, horribly wrong.

The latch on the tow cable broke as Denali and Danny were headed back to the buggy. That alone wouldn't be a problem, because there were spare latches, and it was easily replaced. The problem arose when the cable retracted, and the broken latch slammed into Danny's helmet with a horrible crack that resonated through the headset in Danny's helmet and broadcasted directly into Denali's ears.

She gasped in horror and skipped to Danny's side as fast as the asteroid's low gravity allowed. "Oh my God!" she shouted. "Mayday! Simon, Doc, something happened, the tow-latch broke and hit Danny. His visor is cracked. Oh my God, oh my God."

"Denali, breathe," Simon ordered, their voice level but stern. "Assess the damage. If it's not too bad, he could still make it."

"Right!" Denali turned Danny over to get a cleared look at his visor. "Oh no..." she breathed out, eyes stinging with tears. "It's... it's broken, all the way through. There's a hole the size of my fist, oh my God, Simon there's no... there's no way he could've survived. He's... he's gone." Emotion made her words catch on her tongue, and she blinked rapidly to keep from crying. If she was going to drive back to the ship, she had to see clearly.

There was nothing to be heard in their headsets for a long time.

"Well, bring him back and we'll—" Ivy Grace started to say, but Simon cut her off.

"No," they said. "There's nothing we can do for him if his helmet is fully breached. We can't have his corpse decaying on the Eros during the return trip, and we can't bury him on a metal asteroid." No one had anything to say to that. Simon was right, of course, but they didn't have to like it. "Just... leave him where he is and bring back the Psyche probe. We should get to work if we're gonna have to figure out how to fix her without our engineer.

"At least... you know Danny," Ivy Grace said brokenly, "he'd probably be over the moon to die out in space and not on boring, old planet Earth."

"Y-yeah," Denali agreed, and they all politely ignored the way her voice cracked. "I'm pretty... I'm pretty sure I've heard him say something like that before."

"Yeah, me too," Simon said. "I thought it was morbid then, and I still think so. I'll make the report to mission control. They'll probably bring in an engineer to walk us through a diagnostic and repair."

"Right." Denali tried to swallow the lump in her throat as she changed the latch on the tow line and hooked the probe up again. Then she returned to the buggy to drive back all by herself. "I'm on my way back with the Psyche probe... alone."

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#phic phight #phic phight 2023 #danny phantom #astronaut danny #danny fenton #dp #fic #things i wrote #space #nasa #not phantom planet compliant #original characters

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kawaiijohn · 2 years ago

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When the Stove is On, the Spirits of the Damned Scream so Loud you Cannae even Hear Yourself Think!

Chapter 1: The Stove IS On Fire Rating: T (swearing) WC: ~2.5k

Relationships: Past/Mentioned Pariah Dark/Clockwork, Danny Fenton & Clockwork, Pariah vs Observants, Pariah Dark & Danny Fenton

Tags: Pariah Dark Centric, Swearing, Crack with Plot, Home Renovations, Adult Danny Fenton, Ghost King Danny Fenton, manipulative Observants, Manipulative ClockWork, Divorced Exes, Scottish Accent Pariah, Pariah Dark wins the 'Not as Big of an Asshole as you Could Have Been' Award, Pariah Dark Redemption, Comedy, The Stove is Posessed, and on fire, Not Phantom Planet Compliant, Future Fic, Pariah Dark Gets Evicted Summary: Pariah Dark had been let out of his sarcophagus upon Phantom’s coronation, and as of losing the crown has become much more docile compared to his infamous rages. He simply wishes to live out the rest of his afterlife in his keep tending his garden and fixing the state of disrepair it had fallen into upon his imprisonment. Unfortunately for him, the Observants summon him to tell him he’s being evicted, due to Phantom not having a proper lair upon being a hybrid, and as such needs to show the new king around the keep. Pariah does have his own lair hidden somewhere, but he isn’t giving up the keep without a fight.

Alright so here's the Tumblr version of my @invisobang piece!

Sorry it's so late but my life has been *makes gestures of misery and suffering*

My partner is @ectoplasmicsoda who did some dope ass art for this fic, you should check it out, especially since he was able to bust both pieces out in under two days.

Anyways!

Here's a small preview!

Ex king Pariah Dark wipes sweat from his brow. It has taken quite a few hours, but as he holds the hose over his prized petunias, he takes pleasure in the soft sound of running water; quiet hisses mixed with ghastly little laughs. He listens, relaxing as he observes the Keep’s previously overgrown garden in triumph. Having been out of commission for a millennia or so did a hell of a number on his sanctuary. The negligence turning the once prized flowerbeds into nothing but overgrown carnivorous weeds and sharp wooden stems. T'was a shame too– the flowers that had grown here in his obsidian years were the best in the Infinite Realms!! Every single species a rarity in the Realms itself or prized for its shape or scent. Some so delicate, even a loud cough could cause the precious blossom to shrivel and End. He grumbles, remembering his beloved dirge roses, how they used to fill the grounds with the hallow sounds of the dead as he gracefully strolled. Their lovely glow one of the seven wonders of the Realms. And now? Long extinct. Even here. How dare those traitorous Ancients imprison him without letting a single ghost manage the Keep!! No wonder that conniving prick of a hybrid was able to walk right into the throne room and free him without trouble. He pinches his brow and takes a deep breath. Pariah tries not to let it get to him, he can't, no matter how agitated his core is to see his beloved garden in such a state. No amount of rage will fix the problem. It's all going to rely on his own hard work, is all– it’s not like he has minions or underlings or even servants to command anymore. He'll just need to work over time to achieve his goals. Just like he did before he had the Crown.

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#danny phantom #invisobang #danny phantom fanfic #pariah dark #phanfic #my fic #dantes vibe corner

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quirkless-accident · 3 years ago

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I hope this prompt is alright. What if Nezu got captured by the GiW again by some weird stroke of dumb luck and that's where Nezu meets Phantom.

Nezu is the smartest being on the planet. His instincts alone are something to be reckoned with, and they lead him to making decisions he sometimes won't have an answer to.

It's why he allows himself to be captured once more by the humans.

He's got a tracker on him, of course, and a note left on his desk for when his employees ultimately learn of his capture. But he needs time to figure out why his subconscious is bringing him back to the place that decorates his nightmares. The place that had cut him open, and had poked and prodded. The place that had given him his gnarly looking scar.

They go by a different name now, of course. But it's the same people, though a little older. The same white halls stained with blood and whatever that green stuff was. The same pokers and prodders and malicious smiles as the scalpel digs in deep.

He doesn't fight when they place him in a cell much to big for him. There's nothing but a vent and a cut out where a window obviously used to be, near the ceiling so he couldn't actually look through it.

But despite the fact that he couldn't see through the window on the wall, he could certainly hear. He heard the labored breathing, the slower than average heartbeat, and the small grunts of pain as whoever was in there shuffled around.

And Nezu knew then, deep down, that whoever was on the other side of that wall was the reason he was there.

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The experiments come and go as to be expected. They hurt, but he takes every chance he gets to memorize the hallways and the structure. Names and faces, and the snippets of conversation he overhears as he passes by. He goes calmly and quietly, too focused on information gathering to really care about whatever pain he was about to be inflicted with.

Not that he enjoyed it. Quite the contrary, really. He could feel his animal instincts telling him to rip out their throats with his teeth any given time he saw them. But he was far more dignified than that. Besides, he couldn't let his own anger distract him from the mission at hand.

Because while he was quiet and compliant, his neighbor most certainly wasn't.

The door to his cell had a small, rectangular window. A sliver of a thing, but every time the boy (the boy, goodness he was just a child) passed, he was fighting tooth and nail. Determination and conviction bled into every movement he made, though he wasn't able to outright speak due to the muzzle clamped over his face.

The bad days were when he was silent. Those days meant he was unconscious, and possibly on the verge of death. They dragged him through the hall and into the cell, letting him drop to the floor in a lifeless heap.

And in a few hours, Nezu decided, it would be time.

After all, his staff was probably on their way right that second.

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Danny is having a hard time.

The experiments are terrible, especially in the beginning, but he thought he had gotten over his hallucinations stage. He doesn't remember the agents pumping him full of beta drugs this time around, so maybe he's just going crazy.

Because he's pretty sure strange animals in once-pristine suits weren't meant supposed to be climbing through the hole where a window used to be. The agents had to remove it on Danny's first day when he accidentally broke it with a fraction of his Wail, before they could properly muzzle him. It had been his last little victory.

He forces himself to sit up, which is a daunting task since he's got his hands cuffed behind his back. But he manages, despite the pain in every part of his body.

The animal, small and white, with beady eyes and sharp teeth, looks at him kindly, with his hands clasped behind his back. He's got a nasty scar over one eye, and bandages haphazardly wrapped around his arms from the experiments.

Danny wants to ask who he is, and why he's here, but just the thought of speaking reminds him of the ache in his jaw he's had since the first day, when they forced the muzzle onto his face. So instead, he raises an eyebrow. The animal steps forward.

"Hello!" He says, far too cheery for their situation. "My name is Nezu. I'm the principle of U.A."

Danny can't help the surprise on his face, and judging by Nezu's small chuckles, he gets this far too often.

"My quirk, High Specs, grants me an intelligence far beyond any human level. It also enhances by natural animal instincts, which have in turn led me here to you. My staff is currently en route to our position to help rescue us, so no need to fear any longer."

Nezu comes forward until he's within reach of Danny. He holds out his paws, eyes flicking between Danny and the muzzle. The boy gives him a small nod, and Nezu gets to work.

it takes some finagling, and a lot more patience than Danny would ever have, but he eventually gets the muzzle off. Danny opens his jaw a few times, and it pops uncomfortably at the sensation.

"Thank you," he says. His voice is hoarse and raspy, and he's unable to speak above a small whisper. Nezu just gives him a kind smile before going behind Danny to try and get the cuffs off of him.

When he's about half way through, Danny picks up the sounds of fighting outside. He looks to Nezu, who is absently humming as he works, not at all trying to drown out the screams of pain that come from the agents right outside the door.

After a few more minutes, and a moment of tense silence, there's a loud bang from the cell Nezu had previously occupied.

"In here!" He calls out cheerily. "Do be careful, please, I'm not the only one in here!"

The next door doesn't open with a bang like the other, but with careful, meticulous movements. Eventually the door swings open, revealing a hobo of a man who scans the room with careful eyes.

"Ah! Aizawa, perfect timing! May I borrow your lockpicks? I'm afraid I can't finish the job here without them."

The man, Aizawa, just nods. He passes them over with nothing but a sigh, and in a few short seconds, Danny's hands are free. His arms swing around to their natural position almost painfully. He hasn't had this much mobility in his arms in weeks. Fuck, maybe even months.

"Thanks," he says. It makes his throat uncomfortably itchy, but he needs to get it out before he passes out. His body is weak from the experiments and abuse, and he knows that no matter how much he wants to, he can barely stand.

Aizawa takes it in stride, though. He gives Danny a kind look. Far kinder than he ever imagines the man usually making, before carefully scooping Danny up in his arms.

"What's your name, kid?" He asks. His voice is deep and gruff like he gargles nails every morning for fun.

"Danny," he mumbles out. Aizawa just hums in response as he carefully steps over the unconscious bodies of the agents that had been hurting him for so long.

Eventually they meet up with a few other people. These ones Danny recognizes. Present Mic is there, and so is Snipe. He thinks he sees Midnight in the corner speaking with Cementoss, but he can't be super sure. As they talk, the rumble of Aizawa's voice starts to lull him into sleep. Which, all things considered, isn't a very hard thing to do.

"I know you're tired kid," Aizawa says, gently jostling the boy. Danny's eyes flutter open. "I need you to try and stay awake for me, okay?"

"'m tired," Danny says.

"I know, I'm sorry Danny. Why don't you tell me about something you like."

"Space," Danny answers. "Heroes too, I guess."

"Oh? Who's your favorite? It's not All Might, is it?"

If Danny were a bit more lucid, he'd probably snort at the attempt of a joke. But he's not, so instead he shakes his head as much as he can before answering.

"Thirteen," he says. "Rescue. Space. Nice, 'n stuff."

"They're really cool," Aizawa agrees. There's a creak of metal, and suddenly the lights are gone. Danny blinks blearily up at the night sky, trying to process the fact that he's outside. It's been months since he's been able to breath fresh air. Aizawa's grip on him tightens ever so slightly. "If we're lucky you might be able to meet them."

"I will personally see to it that they come and visit you, Danny," Nezu says cheerily. "I think you two would get along wonderfully."

Danny just hums, and even though Aizawa gently jostles him again, he can't help but let his eyes close.

He's safe. He's never met Aizawa before this, but he just knows instinctively that he's here to help. He's holding Danny, and he has no plans of letting go. No plans of letting anything else hurt him. Here, in the hero's arms, he falls into the first comfortable sleep he's had since his capture.

Aizawa, realizing he won't be able to wake Danny up again, turns his head to Nezu.

"How did you know he was here?" He asks. His voice is soft, and he spares a glance at the teenager limp in his arms.

"I didn't. I just knew I had to be back here."

"Back?" Aizawa questions with a raised eyebrow. And at Nezu's pointed silence, he comes to understand. "Ah."

"Ah, indeed, Aizawa. I had no idea I would find him, but, well, instincts are a funny thing, I suppose."

"What's going to happen to him?"

"If he has a family that's safe to go back to, then he'll go with them. If not, well, I wouldn't mind having a personal student. He certainly seems determined enough. Even if heroics isn't his passion, I would love to teach him."

Nezu chuckles at the way Aizawa pales.

Eventually they hand Danny off to the ambulance, and they all give their statements. When everything is said and done, and all of the officers are gone, Nezu turns to his staff and bows.

"Thank you for your help and understanding," he says. "Because of your quick actions, we were able to save him in a timely manner. Now, go rest. We still have school tomorrow, after all."

There's a grumble of 'yes, Principal,' before everyone goes their own way.

Nezu, however does not head his own advice.

After all, he's got a neighbor in the hospital he needs to visit.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #guys in white #ghost investigation ward #giw #nezu #principal nezu #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #tw: torture #tw: experimentation

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goodfish-bowl · 3 years ago

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Too Dead for This

Ectoberhaunt Day 24: Past

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Summary: Things go sharply south after the "Disater-oid" incident. With the entire world being familiar with his face, and the GIW after him, Danny has been on the run for years. But after seven years, Danny stops running, and fights back. He dies for the second time that night. Danny Fenton wakes up in the body of his 14-year-old self, the day after the Accident.

Warnings: Violence in Self Defense, Phantom Planet compliant, Major Character Death

Words: 4381

Notes: Based on this au by @wheatsheep on expect I play more hurt the Danno for now. Perhaps. I've seen to have dug myself into a long-fic hole, so it's not going to be hurt the boy the entire time.

@ectoberhaunt

Danny knew he had awful luck; it was a proven fact. After the whole “Disater-oid” incident, keeping with the media trend of terrible names, he thought he might finally catch a break. Sure, his identity was out to the entire planet, and his face plastered all over every news outlet internationally, but they’d give him a break, right? Vlad wasn’t… around anymore, and the ghosts were actually leaving him alone to recuperate in their own way. He’d managed to save an entire planet, he needed to rest after pulling that off. He felt he deserved that much, at least. It’s not like they were building statues in his honor or anything. Sure, his parents were avoiding him (Jazz said they needed time to adjust), and no one on the news seemed to know how to react to the fact that ghosts were real, one had saved the earth, and said ghost was also a 15-year-old boy from Illinois.

But then there were news reporters seconds away from breaking into his house, and Danny actually had to stop one from trying to climb through his window. Sometimes he’d let one ask him a question from his window, or floating above them as Phantom, just to offer a few crumbs before they started making stuff up about him just to get something out there. He didn’t want another Inviso-Bill situation, especially internationally, and he had at least learned it was better to have a hand in the narrative than let it run wild without him. So no, he wasn’t getting much rest.

Sam and Tucker were also in their own form of social lockdown, which both of them took far more advantage of than he did. Tucker used it to score brownie points, and also got to talk to some big names in tech. Sam used the publicity to push her various causes and had developed an internet cult following overnight. Valerie took to it worse than he did, especially since she had developed a tendency to growl at the reporters if they tried to bother her at work, and nearly broke some tech-guy’s hand when he pushed too hard about her suit, leaving him little time to talk with them himself. The Nasty Burger was doing surprisingly well the past few days at least.

His parents decided to approach him sometime on day three. In short, it was awkward and uncomfortable, and Danny was infinitely thankful for Jazz’s ability to play interference. Danny had ended up spending most of that night trying to explain to his very confused parents that he really wasn’t possessed, hadn’t taken place of their son, did not have any evil influence affecting his every waking moment due to being a ghost, he had actually wanted to do the things he did (mostly), and clearing up any other miscellaneous misconceptions that came up. Jazz was probably the only reason it didn’t devolve into shouting or Danny getting jumped by his own parents and dragged into the lab. He just hoped some of it stuck with them, so he wouldn’t have to explain it again. The hardest part was when his parents asked if he had really died. That of course wasn’t something he really wanted to go over, but he told them all he could about the day in the lab. It seemed to pain them as much as it did him to go over it.

By day four, Danny was sure he could actually start to catch a break. His parents were talking to him (mostly ghost questions), and the news reporters had all miraculously disappeared sometimes late the night before. But he also hadn’t heard much from any of his friends either, just a partially concerned call from Mr. Lancer who wanted to talk to him about accommodations and making up schoolwork over the summer, tacked on to a ‘thank you for saving the world’ and an offer to talk whenever he needed it. Which was nice, but Danny wasn’t so sure Mr. Lancer was equipped to handle even half of his problems, even if he did appreciate the gesture.

Then, that afternoon, it all went to shit. The GIW rolled up to his house and demanded his parents hand him over to their custody. They cited the Anti-Ecto Acts and everything, and suddenly the lack of reporters made sense. The news reported had been chased off by the government. They didn’t want the public to know that they were going after his head. His parents confronted them, while Danny watched from the window. The answer was a resounding ‘no,’ and the GIW didn’t take it well.

Danny, Tucker, Sam, and Jazz had planned if things ever went south, but most of that plan depended on all of them being available. None of them except Jazz now were, but he had to make do. So, he took off, without the money from Sam or way to get in contact from Tucker. Jazz provided the cover and distraction for him to sneak through the perimeter the GIW had set up around his house. It was a close thing, and Danny had to stay human to keep him from pinging on their equipment, along with limited power use. It didn’t help that he was still exhausted, but he had no choice. He had to leave.

And so, Danny fled, and kept running. The entire world knew his face, so he couldn’t find any reprieve either. The GIW’s newest slander campaign was doing its damnest to make him a villain, and while that wasn’t very successful, everyone knew he was on the run. The news fought back, and there had been a reporter near his house anyways and had managed to catch part of the confrontation. He became more intensely nocturnal to avoid people, sleeping in empty hotel rooms during the day, and sneaking around at night. He stole food he needed during the night as well, but only from places he knew wouldn’t miss it. He could get into libraries and cafés to send out an email to Sam, Tucker and Jazz, but those messages were few and far between, and he was never able to get a message back.

The GIW were always on his tail, in some sort of twisted game of cat and mouse. They followed him all across the country, from the big cities to the boonies. Anytime he transformed, he knew he set off their alarms, and his only hope was leave faster than they could get to him. He couldn’t not transform either, he was still recognizable, and someone ended up tipping them off after a time anyway. He didn’t dare return to Amity or anywhere near there. It was too dangerous to both him and those he cared about. It was better to be constantly on the move.

Danny did get his few moments of rest. There was a nice couple in New York who hid him for a while, though he only suspected they did it due to their lost nephew. He also found his way to Aunt Alicia in Spittoon and had managed to hole up there for a good couple month. The people there were protective of their own, and when the GIW came knocking, they fought tooth and nail to buy him time to escape. There were less GIW agents after that. Another small town in Oregon had the GIW chasing their own tail more often not, until some of the locals decided he was too suspicious and chased him out themselves.

Danny fled to Canada for a while, and honestly should’ve stayed there. But it was harder to survive on the move since he didn’t know how to get food in the middle of the Canadian wilderness, even if it was the best hiding spot he found. He would have to venture into a settlement of some kind eventually. He had considered going more abroad to hide, where the US government couldn’t both him, but he didn’t think he could make it over the ocean on his own and didn’t feel like hiding in a place so close to people such as a plane or a boat for an extended period of time longer than an hour. It was too risky.

As for the ghosts, Danny would find one every now and again. He didn’t fight them, and they didn’t try to start anything with him. These encounters were brief, mostly to exchange news since the ghosts didn’t want to associate with him either. Danny never really did check the news himself anyway. His mental state was fragile enough without hearing the GIW blasting ads about what an awful being he was.

It was… lonely, especially once Danny found the rhythm to moving around and his days shifted from intensely stressful to more monotonous. He was too recognizable to be anonymous, and with the GIW chasing after him, no one wanted to get caught in the cross-fire, no matter who he was and what he had done. It had been years since he had seen his friends, only sending the occasional email when he could, and even then, those had become less detail oriented, more like personal journal entries. He wondered if there was anyone other than the GIW still looking for him. It had started to feel like his only hope was to just keep moving until the GIW eventually gave up.

But by year five, it didn’t seem likely, and the GIW were getting closer to catching him every time Danny took a chance or didn’t get out soon enough. They’re weapons were getting better, while they agents themselves got more skilled. But Danny had gotten a lot stronger himself, now that he was an adult. His powers were off the charts, at least he thought so. He hadn’t checked in so long, he no longer had a full bearing on what he was capable of. But he did get really good at hiding and using his powers while in human form. Danny was pretty sure he could completely hide his ectosignature if he needed to at this point.

Danny had just turned twenty-two when it all went further downhill. The slander campaign reached a peak, and now normal humans were gunning for his head, with the media finally backing off of his defense for some reason. He had been camping out in the woods for the day, sleeping far too high in a tree. Someone had spotted him, and the GIW swarmed that small town like nothing else he had even seen. They had new weapons. Ones that looked distinctly FentonWorks in design. They hurt, in more ways than one. Two agents found his tree and shot at him before he could fully wake up.

“Where did you get those?” Danny spat.

The agent snarled, “what? You didn’t think your parents would sell you out, freak? I was honestly surprised it took this long for them to crack, those failures of ectoscientists.”

“What did you do?” Danny hissed, his unused powers boiling under his skin, begging to bet let out.

The other agent laughed at him. “Got rid of those fools years ago! It only took us so long to get our hands on their tech because they tried damn hard to hide their more interesting inventions from us. They tried to protect you, even in death. How pathetic.”

Danny stopped running at that point. After seven years of it, he was tired, and decided in that moment, he had given up on waiting it out. No. His parents were gone, and he had no idea if his sister and friends were okay either. He halted in his tracks and snapped around, switching his tune completely. He was tired of being hunted; it was time to try to opposite to see if that worked instead. Those two agents never left the forest that day.

Cat and mouse became a different game. Danny would wage guerrilla warfare on the GIW, while they, in-turn, hunted him endlessly. Neither of them would relent, and neither would leave that small town as long as the other was there. So that small town in North Dakota became a battle ground. He should’ve felt bad about hurting the GIW, they were just human after all, but after all those years living in fear, Danny didn’t hesitate to strike down an agent. It was a ‘them or him’ situation. And they had killed his parents. It was a clear-cut decision from his perspective.

After so long without being on the offensive, Danny felt like the ectoblasts were burning through his hand, along with whatever he had managed to hit. They were much stronger than he remembered, and his ice came out more freely than it ever had before, but was that much more difficult to reign in. Between his lack of control and the GIW general indifference to collateral damage. That small town somewhere in North Dakota was nearly leveled in the process. He did feel bad about displacing the people that had lived there and hoped somewhere in the back of his head that they had all managed to get out safely.

But Danny could only keep up so long. There was one of him, and hundreds of them. They had managed to get more than a few lucky shots. Danny was littered with holes that burned, and it sapped his strength. But he ground his teeth and pushed through it. Then, it was no longer about survival; he wasn’t going to last much longer either way. He wasn’t going to get to finish growing up, or any of that. He knew what lied ahead of him. Danny was going to take those bastards with him on his way to hell.

Danny stood in the middle of the carnage, right out in the open. He let them fire first, but then unleashed carnage. His wail ripped from his throat, decimating what little infrastructure was left, full of grief and rage. He fired blasts after blast and encased the entire town in an early winter. He fought tooth and nail, hitting with as much strength as he could muster, tanking more hits than he blocked or dodged. He could almost see how Dan had taken comfort in the absolutely violence he wrought. But this was difference than mindless slaughter, he was more of a cornered animal than predator. He only stopped when the agents did, deep into the night. They didn’t come back with reinforcements in another wave, if they even had any left in this this horrible, small town in the middle of nowhere.

Danny collapsed, felt himself switch back, and bleed out in the middle of it all. At least he could see the stars, even if he would never reach.

Danny awoke with a choked gasp, clutching the sheets and whipping his head around wildly, confusion fogging up his mind. His entire body ached and burned, and his grip on his powers was slippery at best.

Danny awoke in a bed, a familiar one, and that was the first thing he noticed that was wrong. He was in a room, his room, that he hadn’t seen in years. All of his models and posters perfectly in place, just as he remembered, even the ones that had suffered since he had gotten his powers. But his room didn’t have the small stains that at had built up on the carpet from when he would sit on the ground to patch himself up. His sheets were untouched by small burns from ectoblasts set off by nightmares. It was like nothing bad had ever happened, but Danny could feel his powers, dancing in an uncertain flux under his skin. They hadn’t been this unstable since he had first gotten them.

As Danny shook the sleep from his head, the scenery didn’t change, and neither did his memories of the past seven years. It was distinctively not a dream, but here he was, in his own room, after what he knew had been his second meeting with death. Danny climbed out of his bed, and immediately wobbled on his feet. He should be taller than this, and the sudden height change threw him for a loop. He stumbled and wavered on his now too-short legs out of his room, across the hall, and practically crashed into the door of the bathroom when his intangibility refused to cooperate.

The face staring back at him was his own, but not the one Danny had come to know. This one was still padded by baby fat, eyes wide, flesh unscarred by anything other than the bright red Lichtenburg shooting up from the collar or his pajamas. It was seven years too young to be the face he had come to know as his own. Danny swayed and crashed to the bathroom floor. There was a shout from someone else in house. He was fourteen again, just after the accident that had taken his life from him. The past seven years were gone. Danny shuffled himself over the toilet and hurled.

The door opened and he was embraced. Danny stiffened and looked over his shoulder to see bright red hair and teal eyes he hadn’t seen since he had left. Jazz gave him a worried look.

“Danny? Are you okay? You don’t have to go to school if you don’t feel up to it. I’m sure we can convince mom and dad to call you in sick, especially after what happened yesterday. You need the rest, even if it is your first day of high school.”

“Jazz,” Danny whined, his eyes filling with tears. He sunk further into her embrace.

“Oh, Danny…” Jazz said gently, embracing him tightly.

Danny let himself cry and be led back into his room and back into his bed, taking any comfort he could get. Jazz planted a small kiss on his brow before giving him another soft, worried smile.

“I’ll talk to mom and dad. You just focus on getting better, okay?”

Danny nodded, tears blurring his vision as he watched Jazz walk away and out of his room, shutting the door gently behind him. As soon as the lock clicked, he broke down, choking on his own sobs so that no one would hear. He hadn’t cried in years, there had been no time, but now his jumbled mind couldn’t think of anything else to do. His eyes flares with his surge in emotions and he screwed them shut. He was all they way back at the beginning of everything, but a day too late to stop it all. He was already dead, but still too weak and unsteady to be of any use. Was this even a second chance? He could be hallucinating it all, or it could be some sort of twisted joke.

Danny took a deep breath to prevent himself from hyperventilating and grounded himself by focusing on the near-silent hum of his core. It was hard to pick out, which helped him focus in its own way. Last time, he hadn’t noticed until he was already on the run, but now he could feel his core steadily forming and solidifying in his chest after being used to a fully-developed one for so long. This one was still too fresh and fragile, smaller than he was used to. Danny curled up on himself and made a keening noise his throat wasn’t yet equipped to make.

Danny let the exhaustion sink deeper into his bones, which ached, and he fell into an unsteady sleep.

Danny awoke to the unfamiliar sound of a cell phone. It had been ringing for the past several minutes, forcefully dragging him from his slumber. It took his mind a couple second to catch up to his current situation. It had been hours since he had fallen asleep, apparently, now early afternoon instead of morning. He grabbed the distantly familiar device and struggled to remember his passcode, before figuring it out after a minute of trial and error.

His cell was full of messages from both Sam and Tucker throughout the day, asking him where he was. Danny noticed the messages seemed to get more worried as the day went on. It made sense that they’d be concerned. He had died yesterday, after all. He responded simply and truthfully, with the fact that he’d been allowed to stay home and had been asleep. Their responses were immediate, asking if he was okay and if they could come over.

At the thought of seeing Sam and Tucker, Danny froze. Jazz hadn’t picked up anything different with him, and Danny hadn’t really been acting his (mental) age, but it was possible that either of them could pick up the sudden change. Sam had always been an extremely critical person, and Tucker had known his for so long he new every last one of Danny’s quirks, which had drastically changed over the past seven years. He could be spotted immediately.

Danny could always just tell them. It would be better than lying and pretending, but he wasn’t sure if they’d believe him. They weren’t the same Sam and Tucker he knew, not really. These ones didn’t have the experiences his did. No ghost fights, no possessions, no time travel. They had yet to go through the rough experiences that would follow in the next two years. He wasn’t even sure if he should drag them into all of this ghost business again, but he knew them better than that. They already knew he was a ghost; he wouldn’t be able to stop them from at least helping out.

Danny sent a text back out to the two that he was still really tired and wanted to continue resting. He was fine. It was a lie, but it would be a small one. It was a lie to buy time. Danny went and dragged himself out of bed, and stretched out his hands, trying to get used to them again. The dissonance was still there, but nearly as bad as it had been that morning. It was worse when he overshadowed someone.

Danny’s desk wasn’t the absolute mess it always became during the school season, so it was pretty easy to find a composition book that had been bought for the upcoming term. It gave it a nondescript title, ‘Future Plans.’ It took him hours, and his hand cramped up more often than not, probably from the nerve damage his ghost half had yet to fully repair, and not from no writing anything in years like his mind suppled, even if holding a pen felt foreign to him.

Danny wrote it all down, messily scribbled down in Esperanto. He jotted down everything he could remember, starting from his accident and continuing on over the years, but mostly just until he left. He wrote down what he felt were the causes of certain things in retrospect, and some events he hadn’t known about until long after they happened. He didn’t want to forget anything, or struggle to recall anything in the heat of the moment. If he could stop the worst of it all from happening, then he would consider it a resounding victory.

Danny’s pen stopped in the middle of a phrase. He knew better than to meddle, didn’t he? He had messed with the past before and he knew exactly where they would get him. He wanted things to change, all of the stuff from this point forward, other than certain things he needed to happen, he wanted to alter, but should he?

Danny set the pen down and tried to rub the pain out of his hand, only cramping it further. He let out a low groan. If his parents weren’t in the lab, he could’ve tried to get to Clockwork. He had to know about what was going on and could even be the reason Danny had ‘Returned to Go’ in the first place. But with the portal being newly opened, his parents would be holed up in there for the next week, just like last time.

That brought it into question on if he could even handle the Ghost Zone at this point. He had no control over his own powers, and his core was underdeveloped. It would probably help him stabilize to be in such an ectoplasm-saturated environment, but people would notice is he was gone, especially if he didn’t have anyone to cover for him. No, he couldn’t go to the Long Now yet, but that didn’t write off going into the Ghost Zone in general.

Danny went back to writing, finishing up what had to be the story of what had been the first two years of his life as a ghost in messy, Esperanto-shorthand. It was completely indecipherable to anyone else. Perfect. Danny flipped the book to the back, then upside down, and began again. This time, constantly referencing what he had already written in the first three-quarters of the notebook, Danny started making plans to counter the big bad events and possibly turn things in his favor, sorting events into preventable, unpreventable, and need-to-happen. This time, he had the advantage of information and experience, something he sorely lacked the first time around. He needed to make sure he put them both to good use, both to make some of his battles easier, and to possibly prevent them altogether. He had about a month before the first thing he wanted to change occurred, so that was what he dedicated most of his time to, ironing out all the details he could. It would be great if he could pull this off without getting slammed through a few walls.

Danny had about a month before the larger ghosts started coming through, and about two weeks before the smaller ones learned of the portal’s existence. He had a few good weeks to get his powers under control, now that he knew what he should be capable of. Danny wondered if he could change the time frame and get stronger faster. He would need to be stronger, and more cautious than before.

Danny had a month before Sam inevitably decided to change the school’s menu, and the Lunch Lady appeared in retaliation. He just hoped he would be ready in time.

#danny phantom #ectoberhaunt22 #eh order #day 24 #past #goodfish writes #phantom planet is an interesting problem to work around if used #this is the last thing I'm doing for ectoberhaunt22 was nice knowing ya #i spat this out so hard and fast i need more caffine #cw violence #character death #time travel fix-it #don't see a lot of those for dp imo #lets fix that

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 12 days ago

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I'm Running Out of Words to Say

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/etnKY2C by NightShiftShenanigans Damian Wayne never thought he’d be free. Why would he? He’d been born and raised for the explicit purpose of taking over as the Demon’s Head of the League of Assassins. However, despite his skill with a blade, unmatched intelligence, and assured birthright status, Damian wasn’t sure it was ever what he truly wanted. Not since welcoming his baby brother into the world. Despite his best intentions and using what skill sets he had to ensure they could both someday live in peace, in the end it just wasn’t enough. Danyal is dead and Damian will forever believe it is his fault. Words: 12255, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Series: Part 2 of I'm Writing From the Last Blank Page Fandoms: Danny Phantom, DCU, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen Characters: Damian Wayne, Danny Fenton, Talia al Ghul, Ra's al Ghul, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Batfamily Members (DCU) Relationships: Danny Fenton & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Diary/Journal, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Unreliable Narrator, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Brother Feels, Family Feels, Family Angst, Batkids Age Reversal | Reverse Robins (DCU), Damian Wayne-centric, Damian Wayne Needs a Hug, Damian Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Damian Wayne Has a Heart, Hurt Damian Wayne, Good Sibling Damian Wayne, Bad Sibling Damian Wayne, Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne are Twins, Older Sibling Damian Wayne, Younger sibling Danny Fenton, Damian Wayne Feels, Damian Wayne Needs Therapy, and he gets it!, Not Canon Compliant, Not Phantom Planet Compliant (Danny Phantom), No Beta We Die Like All Of Damian's Siblings, womp womp, Dead Danny Fenton, but not really, Canonical Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Drinking read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/etnKY2C

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ao3feed-birdflash · 8 days ago

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#IFTTT #fanfic #dick grayson #wally west #dickwally #birdflash

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cleanlenins · 4 years ago

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Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Danny Fenton/Sam Manson, Danny Fenton & Tucker Foley & Sam Manson Characters: Danny Fenton, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Walker (Danny Phantom), Dorathea "Dora" (Danny Phantom), Ghost Writer (Danny Phantom), Valerie Gray Additional Tags: Not Phantom Planet Compliant (Danny Phantom), Danny Phantom's Identity Is A Secret, Time Loop, Gen Work, jailbreak Series: Part 2 of A Different Direction Summary:

Danny's life has been going great. It took two years since the accident, but he finally has his life balanced. Until summer ends and the first day of school starts. He is having probably one of the first worst days of his half-life, and it just won't seem to end. Literally. Danny, Sam, and Tucker have to find out exactly what is causing this groundhog day scenario. Has Danny developed a new ability he needs to control? Is Clockwork messing with him for some unknown reason? Or is he trapped in some horrible loop from one of his many enemies.

FINAL CHAPTER NOW POSTED

Thank you so much for the people that have kept me writing! ❤👻

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raaorqtpbpdy · 2 years ago

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Don't Crack Under Pressure

Chapter 2: There Isn't Much Air or Gravity There (but the stars will make your heart race)

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[Warnings for space and swearing]

Danny had been stunned by taking an unexpected metal hook to the face. He'd passed out from the sudden pressure change. But he hadn't died. A few minutes later, his body adjusted and he woke up again. Danny blinked, pushed himself to his feet, and looked around. Unable to see clearly through the massive crack like a glass web hanging in front of his face, Danny removed his helmet to detach the visor completely before putting it back on again. The helmet was basically useless now, but he was an astronaut, and he wanted to look the part.

With clear eyes, he looked around again and saw barren metal plains as far as the eye could see. The surface area of the asteroid 16 Psyche, which he was currently stranded on, was approximately sixty-four thousand square miles. He would never be able to find his way back to the ship on his own before the mission ended, if it hadn't already. He had no idea how long he'd been out for.

Danny checked the time indicator on the screen in his suit's left sleeve. About an hour had passed, meaning he'd gotten himself a nice little nap, and Denali would be very nearly back at the ship. Somehow, Danny had to get there on his own.

Luckily, aside from the shattered visor, everything else in Danny's suit seemed the be working just fine. Oxygen was rapidly leaking out of the open face of his helmet, so he closed the valve. No need to waste it like that. He tried contacting the rest of the crew, but the surrounding vacuum swallowed up his words before they reached his mic. He could hear them, but they couldn't hear him.

The rest of his instruments were all working too, thankfully, so he could see the direction and proximity of the ship, which was a massive relief. With the low gravity hampering his speed, though, it was too far to travel on foot. Of course, Danny didn't necessarily have to travel on foot. Danny hovered above the asteroid's surface and took off flying in the direction of the Eros. He had to let his crew know he was okay.

Once the ship was in sight in the distance, Danny took stock of what he could see. It looked like Denali had made it back safe with the probe. Thank the Ancients she hadn't been hurt. Danny was going to fly right up to them before he remembered that they thought he was human, and humans couldn't fly. Instead, once he was close enough for them to see, he landed, and started to skip towards them, since it was faster and easier than trying to walk in low gravity.

One by one, each of his crew mates looked his way. The tinted class of their visors made it impossible to read their expressions, but Danny could only assume they were happy to see him, alive and well.

'Hey guys!' he tried to say, though the words didn't reach his microphone, let alone his crew mates ears. He waved and smiled cheerfully, aiming for casual. It was then that all hell broke loose on his eardrums. He'd totally forgotten that humans also couldn't survive in space with a gaping hole in their helmet.

"Danny what the fuck!?" Denali's voice screeched.

"You're alive?!" Ivy Grace said, her voice hysterical. "How are you alive? How the fuck are you alive? Your visor is fully gone!"

"What the hell are you, and what have you done with Danny?" Simon demanded, pointing an accusatory finger. "Stay back! What the hell is going on?"

"Are you an alien?!" Denali asked. "Are you a zombie?"

'Woah! Calm down!' Danny tried, though the words didn't get to them. He waved his hands defensively in front of himself. 'It's me! I'm okay!'

The rest of the Eros crew continued to freak out. Obviously they weren't getting it. Time for charades! It looked like all those party games Simon made them play were about to pay off. Danny held up two fingers, waved them a bit, hoping the others would get it.

"What is he...?" Denali started to say, but Simon caught on quicker than she did.

"I think he's doing charades," they said. "Two words?"

Danny tapped his nose and nodded. He held up one finger, then tapped it against his arm.

"First word, one syllable." Danny made an 'X' with his arms. "X? No?"

"Not?" Ivy Grace suggested, and Danny pointed to her with one hand and tapped a finger to his nose with the other. Two fingers, one against his arm. "Second word, one syllable."

This one was easy. Danny ran a finger across his throat, and then stuck his tongue out and let his head loll.

"Not dead," Denali said, and Danny pointed at her, nodding fervently. "You're not dead. How are you not dead? You should be suffocating, and freezing to death, and bloating until you choke on your organs all at once right now." Danny grimaced with disgust and shook his head.

"So how are you alive, then?" Simon asked. Danny held up two fingers, then one, then tapped it against his head. "Two words. First word, one syllable." He made the 'X' with his arms again and they got it right away. "Not." Two fingers, he tapped both against his arm. "Second word, two syllables." He gestured to the three of them, and they looked at each other, clearly confused.

"Not... like us?" Denali suggested. "Oh wait, that's three words."

"Astronaut is three syllables," Ivy Grace mumbled.

"Not... uh—no, audible is three syllables too," Simon said thoughtfully. Danny rolled his eyes again and gestured once more. They still didn't get it.

'Alright, I guess I have to spell it out for you,' Danny said uselessly. He held out his hands, palms facing each other, with one index finger bent to it looked like an 'H'. Once they'd all seen, he switched to putting his thumbs out so his hands took the shape of a 'U'.

"Spelling words out is cheating," Simon complained, but Denali and Ivy Grace immediately shushed them.

"This isn't actual charades!" Denali hissed. "This is just the only non-verbal communication we have." Danny continued, making a 'W' with his thumbs and forefingers and turning it upside-down to form an 'M'.

"H-U-M," Ivy Grace said. "Uh, humid? Hummus? Humbug?" Danny shook his head, struggling to form an 'A'. Eventually, he figured it out, steepling his fingers, with one forefinger down to form the line in the center.

"H-U-M-A," Denali said, and hummed in thought.

"Human," Simon guessed, and Danny pointed at them, tapping a finger to his nose with the other hand to indicate that they'd gotten it right. "You're not human.... How are you not human?"

Danny pointed to the ship. 'Can we go back to where there's air so I can actually talk to you guys?' he asked, unheard.

"I think maybe we should get back on the ship," Ivy Grace suggested. "That way we can maybe, you know, hear him?"

"No," Simon said. "Sorry Danny, but as the captain, I have to protect the crew, and that means not letting someone who says they're not human onto the Eros until I know what's what. Denali, go grab a spare helmet of the ship for him. Once there's air in his suit again, we can communicate through our headsets. Is that an acceptable solution?"

Danny nodded, and Denali went to do as Simon told her to. She came back a minute or so later and held out the helmet to Danny, who took the broken one off and let it fall very slowly to the ground before he took the new one. Once the new helmet was firmly in place, he opened the oxygen valve back up again, and waited a minute for the air to be pumped back into his suit.

"Well that's much better," Danny said once his suit was once more intact. "Anyway, sorry for scaring you guys; I didn't really mean to. I thought you should know that I didn't suffocate and die when my helmet was breached."

"What did you mean when you said you aren't human?" Simon asked. Clearly they were wearing their metaphorical captain hat, judging by the seriousness in their tone.

"Right to the nitty-gritty, huh?" Danny said with a sigh. He knew this was going to happen, but he still didn't want it to. "I could give you a really long, complicated explanation, but the short version is, when I was fourteen, my parents built a device that could pierce the barrier between our dimension, and another one. I was involved in a lab accident with that device which... changed me. It turned me into what the people of the other dimension call a halfa, which may or may not be a slur; I'm still unclear on that."

"So what, you're... half alien?" Simon asked, struggling to understand.

"Sort of?" Danny said, see-sawing one of his hands in an ambiguous gesture. "The inhabitants of the other dimension call themselves ghosts, and some of them are the spirits of the dead given new life, and other's are just dimensional aliens formed of ectoplasm. It's really complicated if you get into it."

"So... you're half ghost?" Ivy Grace reiterated, and she swallowed audibly. "You're half dead?"

"Well... yeah, I am," Danny said. "I can switch between this form and a more spooky, ghostly form. Wanna see?" None of them answered, so Danny took that as a 'yes' and transformed into Phantom. Immediately the sensors in his suit whined, warning him that his heart had stopped, but he ignored them. "What do you think?"

"Jesus fuck why do you sound like that?!" Ivy Grace shrieked. "Why's your mic all staticky and freaky all of the sudden?!" Looking down, Danny realized that even though he'd transformed, his suit hadn't. At most, the others had seen the rings. Danny turned back, a little sheepish.

"I guess you couldn't really see, what with the suit," Danny said apologetically. "Ghosts mess with recording devices, which is probably where the static came from. Sorry about that. The point is, I'm fine. I've been like this the whole time, so I'm the same Danny you've always known, you just–" he shrugged uncomfortably–"know a little more about me now." He only noticed how tense his muscles were when his back started to ache from it. "So, are we cool?"

There was silence on the radio again, and even though their faces were obscured by their tinted helmets, Danny could imagine their expressions. Confused. Aghast. Disgusted. Afraid.

"Yeah," Simon said at length. "Yeah, Danny, we're cool."

"I'm just glad we're not going home three instead of four," Denali added.

"Definitely," agreed Ivy Grace, already returning to the samples she'd been collecting when Danny got back.

"I'm gonna go let mission control know that reports of your death were greatly exaggerated," Simon said. "You get started on the Psyche probe diagnostic."

"Aye aye, Captain," Danny gave a mock salute and made a beeline for the probe.

"It's good to have you back," the captain told him, and he smiled.

"Yeah, if you really were dead we were gonna have to fix that hunk of junk ourselves," Ivy Grace added. "And Lord knows I am no engineer."

"Oh, God, same," Denali agreed with a snort.

"Don't talk about Psyche like that," whined Danny, pouting as he lovingly stroked the probes solar panels. "She's not a hunk of junk! She's a lovely lady, aren't you girl." The others laughed. "Now let's see why you've been playing hard to get."

After the reveal, the crew of the Eros was a lot less anxious around Danny that he would have expected them to be. It took some time for them to really internalize the idea, and he did eventually end up having to give them the long version of what he was and how it had happened, as well as telling them all about the Ghost Zone and Amity Park. But once they finally wrapped their heads around it, they were totally chill. Things went back to how they were before.

Danny found the problem they'd been sent to find, and they fixed the probe, downloaded the data and transmitted it back to Earth as instructed. With their mission completed, the crew of the Eros started their return trip right on schedule.

The voyage home was slightly different from the trip to 16 Psyche. Danny let loose a little more, opened up a little more. Instead of simply staring out the window, Danny actually phased through the wall and flew alongside the ship, out in open space. It only freaked his crew mates out the first two times before they got used to it.

He got to show off, too. His crew mates were all incredibly jealous of his ghostly ability to mimic the effects of gravitational pull. "God, I miss gravity," Ivy Grace moaned as she watched Danny walk across the floor like he was standing in a normal room back on earth, and not a spaceship on its way past Mars.

The four of them formed a very close bond on that mission. It was a relief that his fellow astronauts accepted him. Danny truly felt like one of them, now that he could be open with them. Once they got back to Earth, they stayed in touch. Simon sent them all pictures of their baby niece, Mae. Danny invited them all to come to a tech expo where he was going to give a presentation on ecto-energy. Ivy Grace deigned to let them attend the launch party for her book when she finally published it. Or rather, her books.

It wasn't erotica. She'd written a science fiction trilogy starring characters based on the four of them. The cheerful captain who always came through in a pinch; the loyal and kind-hearted navigator with a passion for art; the supportive, but soft-spoken scientist with a quick wit; and the talented, lovable engineer with mysterious, hidden powers from an alien source. They each got signed copies of all three books, and congratulated her profusely when they became a success.

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The Soldier [doctor who profile]

Full Name classified

Age 705

Species Timelord

Powers Regeneration, Bicardiovascular System, “Mind Piracy”, Multilingual, Tuned in to fixed points in time

Alias The Soldier

Sexuality Pansexual

Nationality Gallifreyan

Residence N/A

General Character [Dutiful, idealistic, stubborn.]

Guiding Principle She who searches out wars across the stars in order to fight. She who is the key to victory. Whichever side she chooses shall be the winning side.

✨ BACKGROUND ✨

Age: 0-300 years. Personality: ISTJ. [Face Claim: Max Riemelt]

Born on Gallifrey, he was raised to be the perfect soldier: compliant and capable. He never questioned an order.

By the time the Daleks came, he was a young adult. He immediately left his home village to join the fight. In his absence, his village (and his family alongside with it) were caught in crossfire and destroyed. This moment cemented his mentality with vengeance and conviction. He was a fighter through and through. With a personal vendetta against the Daleks, he fought harder, fiercer, smarter. That is, until his battle TARDIS was knocked, hurled across the solar system and crash-landed on the next nearest planet. The impact itself forced him to regenerate.

Age: 300-666. Personality: INTJ. [Face Claim: Robert Downey Jr.]

Forced into another world with a shattered TARDIS and the face of a teenager, The Soldier’s mind first fixated on one goal – getting home – until he witnessed the destruction of his home planet one day. A great starburst of what could only be several Dalek ships converging their blasts upon a singular, focal point, Gallifrey flew no more around their star. Devastated would be an understatement for The Soldier’s current feelings.

For the next several decades, he was lonely. He eventually befriended some of the native species on the planet, coming to co-exist nearby a certain tribe. He didn’t socialise with them much, however. Instead, he worked day-in, day-out to repair his battle TARDIS. It took over half a century, but he eventually completed repairs. Bidding farewell to the loose friends he had made (and aged enough to pass as middle-aged), he took to the skies. His fresh TARDIS couldn’t navigate so well at the moment, which meant it materialised inside a passing ship some lightyears away. After landing in the engine room, The Soldier met his first “companion” as he stepped outside. She immediately had trained a gun on him, which impressed him enough to satiate her questions via a single trip to the future and back. The Soldier deposited her back on the ship, not five seconds later than their departure.

A hundred years and several galactic battles waged later, he found himself in Germany. The year was 1870, where he met another “companion”: Noah Krämer, a twenty-year-old man from the upper class with a reckless yet empathetic personality, perfectly opposed to The Soldier himself (rough-and-tough old man). He was a writer at heart and wrote all about the places he’d seen – the wars they’d won, the species he’d discovered – before dying in the timelord’s arms in the midst of one of New Earth’s past wars. They had butted heads so much over the course of their travels, but ultimately, Noah was the first person since Gallifrey’s destruction The Soldier had let himself love. He spent a while after Noah’s death reading his journal entries. Confused, he was, reading through a human’s eyes, for the human saw beauty not carnage, love and life, not death or hate, not cruelty.

The second Soldier regenerated inside his TARDIS after achieving a fatal injury in a war with the Slitheen.

Age: 666-701. Personality: ENTJ. [Face Claim: Aaron Taylor Johnson] (prev: Josh Bolt).

The third version was the shortest-lived version of the Soldier. He fell back into vengeful patterns, addled by loneliness and the phantom pains of countless injuries (and even more deaths on his consciousness).

Traveling to WWI era, The Soldier met The Scribe, another escaped Timelord who had become hellbent with personal revenge of his own. This served as another lesson for The Soldier, another stepping stone on the road to ending his war-ish nature. He had to watch someone else exhibit his ugliest tendencies, and it was hard to watch. The Scribe would rush in recklessly in order to save a friend of his (thus, altering the his personal timeline in the process), and it was up to The Soldier to see to it that the timeline didn’t fold in on itself and create a paradox.

The Soldier managed to snap The Scribe out of his anger enough to keep the timeline secure. However, he was caught off guard by enemy fire shortly after and forced to regenerate again.

Age: 701-735 [PRESENT]. Personality: ENFP. [Face Claim: Troian Bellisario].

She may be the most guilt-ridden of all The Soldiers, but she is just as smart – if not smarter. She maintains her leader-like disposition but takes the lessons she learned in her previous two reincarnations to heart. She starts to question her purpose more and more with the next three battles she engages with, and her purpose for joining the wars isn’t to help her opinions conquer the others but to stop both sides altogether.

However, this ideaology proves futile. Why am I trying, she’d ask herself, if the end of war is only temporary? Better yet, why am I fighting things I have no say in? She decides to step away from her previous lifestyle, so she makes herself a new life in modern day Great Britain and attempts to camouflage herself with humans. A quirky nature, something so hidden she forgot she had something so innocent within her, comes out in spades as she ambles through a human life.

Her first contact in the UK – Alison Adcock – becomes this version of her’s first true friend. Alice helps The Soldier establish a life, with a job, a fake name, a routine, a living space ( they ended up roommates ), etc. The Soldier finds that she enjoys laughter far more than artillery fire, but transitioning to a domestic life seems nigh impossible what with the sleepless nights and her impulses failing to quell completely.

She does come to appreciate just how fragile mortal life is. However, life had a way of dragging one back into old routine. She’s thrust into the battlezone when the cybermen begin to invade.

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