#the sulker

[dreambones]

Decided to color these sketches of my proxies ocs. I was going to clean the sketches but I kinda like how they look like this.

Top is new art and bottom new art next to their old references.

Both Prier and Victoria are Slenderman proxies, while Radio is a Sulker proxy.

I want to make something with this guys so badTM.

[capricioussun]

Vivid image in my mind just now of Edge having a super bad day at work. Going home, almost completely quiet, no one else notices, makes dinner, but slinks off shortly thereafter. A few hours later, someone finds him bundled up entirely on the couch in the game room, we're talking full blanket cocoon, with only his face and one hand left free to hold his phone and watch youtube video essays about like. The history of fencing, or the deadliest amusement park rides. Looks gross and miserable so they just let him be for now. It's what he needs.

[moe-broey]

Fuck tjis shit I'm making base Alfonse my greeter again

AWESOEM......

[nizynskis]

mmmm:[ getting quite sick when i have a round 2 job interview and my hardest final tomorrow. I hope i make it through and then I faint and fall through the floor and land in a crystal cave and everyone who made me get outside rushes in and carries me out

[kingcatnine]

he's literally sulking

[mafufuu]

i dont think today is my day

[mermaids-and-dinos]

I'm in trouble and will hopefully be forgiven when I get home

[ssaanaaloves]

the sulker and her comforter

[dreambones]

(Reposting over here)

I fully forgot to share this here when I finished it oups.

Happy 10 year anniversary of being made Sulker (a month or so late), which means a much needed updated reference.

Not much has changed, I feel I just polished some details and made it clearer to read, plus half the images are more of a drawing guide to myself so I can stop jumping between past drawings whenever I draw him and have some sort of consistency.

Biggest changes must be his clothes being a more blue gray color instead of brown, the black goo having a teal/green shine instead of white, the multiple pupils when mad/hungry, and glowing teeth of the same color as pupils.

I am currently writing a big document with everything explained, hoping the Slenderverse and Creepypasta fandoms still love reading long, detailed explanations. Meanwhile have a summarized version with the most important parts.

Sulker is a very old slender creature, it is unknown how he came to be and when, only that he has been around the earth for a very long time but not as long as the better known Slenderman. 

A monster that prays on humans mental vulnerability, exploiting their weaknesses in his favor, lures them into surrendering themselves to him. 

An insatiable hunger, enjoyment for others suffering, a voice you will only realize it’s not your own too late. 

This is The Sulker.

Name: Sulker

Also known as: The Sulker, The Sulkerman.

Age: Unknown. First known written documents that mention his existence date back to 1346 during the beginning of the Black Plague.

Personality: Short tempered, volatile, irritable, sarcastic, smug, witty, cynical, has a dark sense of humor and enjoys the failures of others. A sadist, aggressive, with a short patience unless it involves “playing with his food”. 

Easily frustrated and has an almost nonexistent fuse, but he can still tell when someone is just trying to get a reaction out of him.

He is in an almost constant state of hunger that drives him to be often looking to feed himself. Strong hunger puts him on edge, making it harder to deal with him. 

Slender species related abilities: Sulker shares most of Slender's basic abilities, assuming these are common to the “species” with personal variations between individuals.

Slender walking

A form of teletransportation, he can move long distances in the blink of an eye.

Space distortion

Much like Slenderman, he can modify the space around a limited number of humans for a limited amount of time.

Video and picture distortion

Electronic devices can’t capture him correctly, his image will come out blurry, smudged, or similar to burnt film. This occurs with digital cameras and video, however, for unknown reasons film photos and film videos seem to capture his image better.  

Change height and body shape

He can modify his height a couple of feet to make himself taller or shorter (while still out of the ordinary tall for human standards). 

Proxys:

Like many other slenders, he can bestow supernatural traits to normal humans, which in return, ties them to him and his command. This can be voluntarily or against the person's will. 

Abilities specific to Sulker:

Intrusive thoughts:

Sulker has the power to tune into a person's negative thoughts and emotions, and amplify these to unbearable levels. He however can not create negative thoughts, he can only get into their frequency, like a radio signal. 

Just as Slenderman has his dreaded static, upon approaching Sulkerman, voices or whispers can be heard, the intensity fluctuating with Sulker's mood. 

The Black Poison (Black goo):

He produces a thick, black substance that resembles a mix of oil and tar, with teal reflections. It is extremely sticky and frigid to the touch, and when it makes contact with the skin it will leave black stains that take days to remove fully, while it is almost impossible to successfully remove from clothes. 

Sulker is immune to the stickiness, allowing him to manipulate the substance with no issues, and his clothes, although stained, seemed to not stick as one would expect.

The main source of the black poison is Sulker’s tentacles, but it can also be produced from his mouth and eye cavities. 

Stickiness / Sticky webs

Directly tied to the Black Poison, Sulker can manipulate the substance to make traps and occasionally, resting points for himself. 

The black goo is extremely sticky, able to hold an adult human stuck to a wall for an extended period of time. 

Relationships: Sulker is not sociable at all, his meetings with other slenders are purely for “professional” and territory reasons, other than that, he is not one to seek the company of others. 

Despite his temper, he has managed to keep a “polite” relationship with Slenderman, not because he likes him, but because he acknowledges his power and influence, plus the absurd amount of proxies and allies he has. 

However, if the opportunity to overthrow the slender ever presents itself, he won’t hesitate to get rid of him. 

It’s very easy to get on his bad side however, it’s possible, extremely hard but possible, to get on his good side.

Sulker sees humans as cattle and at best, pets, inferior creatures that now and then can be useful or at the very least, amusing. 

Radio: 

Sulker’s proxy and in charge of keeping other proxies updated on tasks and the slenderbeing whereabouts when instructed by Sulker. You can say he is Sulker's spokesperson since the slender being has no interest in communicating with his proxies unless really necessary.

[heartmaddie]

dusk 'til dawn ! a small collection of domestic drabbles including the haikyuu! men tsukishima kei , akaashi keiji , azumane asahi , hinata shoyo , ushijima wakatoshi , kiyoomi sakusa

07:21 ! tsukishima kei

the flat was always unreasonably cold in the mornings.

she curled up under the thin linen sheets as she stirred awake, uncomfortable from the freezing gust of wind and rain which had just blown through their window. after she let out a groggy, tired sigh, yn looked to her right, gazing at the restful boy who had a peculiar serenity displayed on his face. a small content smile was found on her lips, he was utterly captivating.

she watched with a tender expression as kei stirred awake, he groaned quietly as he stretched out his tense muscles before rolling over to face her. the rain gently patted against their rooftop as y/n felt his warm arms pull her into his warm chest as he nuzzled his nose into the soft strands of her hair.

“morning..” he mumbled quietly, the exhaustion evident in his voice as he yawned, “what time is it?”

“seven something?” she hummed wearily in response, rubbing her face against his neck and soaking up as much warmth as she possibly could. “need to get ready for work soon..” 

he let out a quiet groan out of distaste, holding her even tighter as a silent protest.

“it’s cold, i don’t wanna get out of bed..” tsukishima was always a bit of a sulker in the morning, and yn couldn’t help but chuckle as she looked up at him with an affectionate gaze. “let’s just stay here for a little bit longer, mkay?” he murmured sleepily, pressing a chaste kiss against the skin of her temple.

“hm, fine..” she sighed dramatically, but was secretly overjoyed by his uncommon display of affection.

yn let him shift downwards to rest his golden locks against her chest, her fingers intertwining with each strand. her gaze followed him as his eyes started to shut once again, falling into the temptation of sleep in the comfort of her envelope.

9:53 ! akaashi keiji

“i can always cancel my meeting, i don’t want you to be alone when you’re unwell.” he hummed quietly, voice a blur to her ringing ears. keiji always had nurturing tendencies, but that was amplified to the max when she was sick. he brushed his rough fingertips over the skin of her forehead, moving any hair from her face.

“no, it’s okay,” she was so congested, it was evident on her tongue from every word she’d utter. “you should go to work,” her gaze was ever so soft as she admired his furrowed eyebrows and worried expression, her fingers rested on top of his hand, offering him a sliver of comfort, confirming that she’d be okay alone.

“are you sure?” his forehead creased and she let out a soft giggle as she brought her soft hand to rub the wrinkles away.

“you’ll look old if you keep on frowning like that..” she hummed, lips twisted upwards as she looked up at him.

“you just make me worry.” he huffed as he pressed a soft kiss to her supple cheek, “i’ll bring you home some medicine, make sure to rest up.” keiji rested his forehead against hers, potentially breathing in the bacteria of her illness, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

keiji let out a soft sigh as he slid into the bed next to her. he rested his arms around her waist, bringing her into the warmth of his chest. 

“you’ll be late..” her droopy eyes and flushed nose was trained on him, he felt his heart patter a little bit faster as a small amount of blood rushed to his cheeks.

“they’ll live, i’m more concerned about you right now.” his fingers pulled her hair back into a ponytail, settling the loose strands on her shoulder, “i’ll leave once you’re asleep.” he whispered, bringing his lips to her cheek.

she nodded, smiling up at him before resting her eyes and curling against the pillow. akaashi couldn’t help but run his fingers up and down the expanse of her arm, an attempt to lull her to sleep before he carefully slipped out of bed and turned the lights off, offering her a soft kiss before leaving the house.

12:27 ! azumane asahi

days with him were always tender.

she brushed his hair carefully as he worked on some early sketches of potential collections. his thick fingers were dusted with graphite and blisters as they brushed over the paper below him. their apartment was strewn with loose drawings and photographs, it was an organised mess, but somehow still cozy.

“you’d look nice in this piece actually, i’ll size one for you later.” he muses, holding up the thin sheet of paper up for her to see.

“i like the square neckline, what fabric will you use?” she asked curiously, peering down at the paper through blue light glasses. her fingers ran through his velvet-like strands of hair.

“don’t know, silk maybe?” he glanced up at her, eyes impossibly soft as he smiled gently. “what do you think?”

“i’m not the designer here..” she mumbled jokingly, kissing the nape of his neck before slumping down on the couch next to him. “you shouldn’t slouch, why don’t you work at your desk instead of at the coffee table?”

“lighting’s better here.” his eyes were drawn to her, he couldn’t help but reach out for her hand and gently caress her soft fingers, so unlike his. “and besides, that room is miserable, i prefer staying out here with you.” he admitted, taking a sip from the steaming mug.

“clingy,” she leaned her head on his shoulder, watching as he sketched. his face was brightened by the sun shining down on him, and her heart swelled ever so softly as she gazed up at him. “i think i prefer the new conditioner i bought. my hair feels a bit more silky now.”

“yeah, it looks good.” he glances over at her, eyes still impossibly soft before he checked the time, “it’s almost 12:30, should we prepare lunch?”

she nodded in response, taking his hand as he pulled her off the couch and into his embrace, whispering a sweet nothing into her ear before they continued to their kitchen.

15:05 ! hinata shoyo

shoyo was always exhausted after practice, the last thing on his mind was his normal exuberant personality.

he had a serene smile on his face as she applied thick layers of aloe vera gel onto his skin. there was nothing that he enjoyed more than these tranquil, everyday moments with her. the sun would set a lot earlier during the winter, and he was grateful that he’d be able to utilise a couple more hours with her in their shared apartment during the off season.

“you should come watch my practices” he murmured, voice uncharacteristically soft as he brushed his fingers through his orange hair, “can you apply some to my back, it’s a bit itchy still..” he lifted up the back of his shirt, revealing his tan, muscular back.

“maybe next time, yeah?” her free hand ruffled through his messy hair, letting him melt into her arms. she leaned her head on his shoulder, inhaling his musk of seawater and sunshine. he leaned against the headboard of their bed with a groan, tense thighs and calves relaxing after an excruciating day.

he reached out and pulled her into his arms, pressing multiple kisses against her cheeks & neck, ignoring her relentless giggles. 

“stop sho- that tickles!” she smiled up at him with her eyes creased, and his heart warmed immensely.

“don’t wanna..” he nuzzled against her neck, letting a huff out as his body relaxed on top of hers. “let me practice something.” he’d beg her for this exact thing everyday without fail.

minutes later, the two of them were situated on the ground, hinata grasping onto three chunks of hair which he eagerly tried to braid with. she hummed gently as they conversed about their day, her head occasionally turning towards his and pressing soft, sweet kisses against his chapped lips, receiving flustered, almost awkward giggles in return.

18:55 ! ushijima wakatoshi

his favourite pastime was watching her get ready for bed.

he found it holistic, almost reverent how she’d change into matching pajamas or how on sundays she’d spend a half hour extra in their bathroom. it was so peculiar to him, he’d never seen something like this before.

but he particularly liked standing behind her, leaning against the wall of their bathroom as she meticulously went through each step of her skincare routine, applying miscellaneous gels and creams onto her face which he couldn’t even bear to fathom. she had a little collection of products which she’d use on the daily, ones he had spent a small fortune on, afterall, but they surely did work. there was a soft glow which radiated from her face after she’d finished her routine, a small aspect of her appearance he’d grown to not just love, but appreciate.

sometimes, if he was lucky that night, she’d even let him massage her exfoliating cleanser for her. he found that the grains felt relaxing on his fingertips, but he found the way she’d look up at him with closed eyes utterly endearing, he couldn’t help but let his heart melt and pulse faster then. 

wakatoshi was the epitome of care when it came to her, he wouldn’t dare ruin that half hour she’d set aside for herself every night. but occasionally he’d wrap his arms around her from behind, pressing gentle osculates against her nape as she’d apply her topical creams, he couldn’t help himself.

he’d let out a small smile every time, rubbing his thick fingers into her waist as he watched in awe, he was absolutely infatuated with her. & once she had washed her hands and untied her hair, he was the one to be gracefully pulling her towards the bed and tucking her under the sheets.

21:12 ! kiyoomi sakusa

kiyoomi hated coming home late, but he surely didn’t mind the sight of her wrapped up in their sheets.

the moon shone down on their apartment, the city still bustling as he carefully walked through, not wanting to make a noise. his back was unbearably tense, muscles screaming in agony as he opened the door to their bedroom, almost immediately soothed once he laid eyes upon his partner in a deep state of tranquil in the lonesome of their bed. his heart swelled.

once he’d stripped himself of his sweaty clothes and basked under the warm cascade of their shower, he pulled a black shirt over his head and found a pair of pajama pants to wear, ones which had been the ones to match hers, coincidentally. he brushed his teeth and washed his face, but his heart would beat ever so quicker whenever his eyes would land on her, he found her even more stunning under the moon’s blue light.

before sliding into the bed, he’d gently pressed soft kisses against the skin of her forehead, smiling to himself as he brushed every strand of stray hair away from her face. he was devout when it came to her, with methodical touches was he only able to bring her into his embrace - he was always cold, and she was the only thing able to warm him.

finally, his eyes could close, he was absolutely exhausted. his head nuzzled against her scalp, inhaling the scent of clean, honey fragranced hair. he could rest in this familiarity. with a groan, his arms tightened around her impossibly, but still careful as to not wake her up. sakusa melted into the mattress, letting out tired groans and occasional stirs as he found himself falling asleep.

it still surprised him how easily he could fall asleep now, compared to when he was younger and all alone. 

© heartmaddie all rights reserved. please do not repost my work

[kebriones]

professional sulker (they went and did the peace treaty without him)

[cak3o]

some doodles for @monsoon-of-art 's megamer au again...so cutes...

talked about fire purring to help the little ones sleep and elec being the sulker ever

[stealingyourbones]

Do you like Danny gets dissected fics? I do, and thinking about those kinds of fics have made me wonder if there are any fics of Danny getting caught by Sulker and getting his pelt removed. Thoughts?

Ooooo interesting.

The main question is like,,, how does Skulker prepare Danny and does he survive the procedure? Is Danny walking around now as a skinless being in indescribable pain, does this make him a full ghost, or does this completely remove him from existence?

[phantomwithbreakfast]

DANNYMAY DAY 13: Truth

Day 12 • Day 14

⟢ One day late. And now I’m running behind. But that’s totally fine. It’s fine, everything is just fine. (More under the cut)

Genre: Angst / Hurt / No Comfort • TW/CW: Betrayal — Emotional Distress — Implicit Trauma and Desperation • One-Shot • AU — OOC

The Truth Behind The Lie

Tue, May 13 at 5:31 pm TUCK:

Dude, u put it on ur snapchat story!

Tue, May 13 at 5:38 pm DANNY:

What r u talking about? Got no time, fightin’ Skulker atm. Didn’t u see my snap?

Tue, May 13 at 5:39 pm TUCK:

YOU! Phantom! On ur wrong Snapchat, man! Now’s everyone gunna know ur fucking Phantom.

Tue, May 13 at 6:12 pm DANNY:

No, I didn’t. I only sent it to you and Sam.

Tue, May 13 at 6:13 pm TUCK:

Too late now. It’s all over the news.

Tue, May 13 at 6:42 pm DANNY:

Stop making jokes, Tuck. U think it’s funny?

Tue, May 13 at 6:45 pm TUCK:

U think I’m joking? Check ur snapchat, dude.

Tue, May 13 at 6:52 pm DANNY:

I’m back home now. Gotta empty the thermos first.

Tue, May 13 at 6:53 pm TUCK:

Don’t go downstairs!

Tue, May 13 at 7:09 pm TUCK:

Aren’t u back yet?

Tue, May 13 at 7:17 pm TUCK:

Danny?

Tue, May 13 at 7:54 pm TUCK:

Danny???

Danny phased into his room like a gust of wind, panting. The glow peeled off his ghostly skin as he dropped the transformation and staggered forward, fingers numb, suit melting into cutton and denim.

Dammit. Sulker was getting better. Faster. More evolved equipment.

He fumbled for his phone, tugging it from his pocket with some slight trembling hands. The screen flashed Tucker’s name. Several New messages and missed calls.

He exhaled sharply through his nose as he answered Tucker’s message. Then—click. Back into the pocket. He didn’t even read the message that Tucker had sent him. Didn’t care. He needed to do first what had to be done.

They needed to stop calling or texting him mid-fight. If he really died, then fine—call. Whatever. But if he was fighting alone, then he was fighting alone.

A long exhaled, ragged sigh escaped his nostrils as he dragged a hand through his sweat-damp hair. Skulker fights were always a goddamn marathon. Draining. Brutal. But he could handle it—like always. Like he had to. The ghost had been hunting him again. No surprise. At this point, Danny had lost count of how many times Skulker had promised to mount his head on a walk like a trophy.

He wasn’t just a prey. He was the prize. The ultimate prize. A halfa. One-of-a-fucking-kind.

Danny let out a breathy laugh, the kind that tasted bitter on the way up. What the hell was even so fucking special about him anyway? Right. Nothing. He was just a normal human being with a heartbeat and a core that wouldn’t quit. Half-dead, half-alive. A boy who just happened to end up with ghost powers—and ectoplasm pulsing through his veins. All because he was stupid enough to step into that ghost portal. The same portal that tore a hole between the Ghost Zone and the human world. Great, fucking awesome. It was his fault that the town was haunted by ghosts, wasn’t it?

Sure, Vlad was a halfa too. Skulker knew that. Worked for him, even. But he didn’t chase Vlad. No—he wanted Danny. Only Danny.

There was something personal about it now. Like it wasn’t just the bounty anymore—it was the hunt. The thrill. The obsession.

Danny shook it off and opened his bedroom door, heading downstairs. Thermos gripped in one hand, he tossed it lightly in the air, catching it with the other in a lazy rhythm. Back and forth. A little victory dance. His lips pulled into a tight smile, and he started to whistle—off-key, carefree, like he hadn’t just been thrown through three brick walls.

Because today, again, he’d done it. Again. Safed the town. Survived. Over and over and over.

Truly, he was proud of himself.

But then—he froze. There, in the living room. His parents stood side by side like statues carved from fury. Arms crossed. Eyes cold. The TV in front of them flashed with the news channel.

Danny’s whistle died in his throat. He blinked, confused—but brushed it off, continuing toward the basement lab to empty the thermos. But a hand slammed down on his shoulder—tight, brutal. He flinched, turning just in time for the second hand to shove him hard onto the couch. His back hit the cushions awkwardly, limbs askew, thermos jamming painfully into his ribs before he clutched it tight against his chest. His eyes squeezed shut, breathing fast. That fucking hurt.

“Awch—geez, warning next time?” he snapped, his voice cracking, trying to play it off with a forced chuckle.

He ran a hand through his pitch black hair, trying to steady his nerves. But neither of his parents answered and the silence hit harder than the shove.

Then his dad ripped the thermos out of his hands and Danny gasped.

“He—hey! I was about to—I mean, you could’ve just asked…”

Still, nothing. Their eyes just drilled into him. Silent. Cold. And totally unreadable.

The TV continued to buzz softly behind them, replaying pixelated footage of him—Phantom, but it was fuzzy and distorted—but clear enough to see his face. He was the town hero. They played footage of him all the damn time fighting ghosts.

Ugh, he didn’t have time for these stupid games that his parents had in mind. He didn’t know what was going on and why they acted so strange like they were overshadowed by ghosts that wouldn’t talk. But no ghost sense went off—so that wasn’t it.

He was so damn tired—school, ghost fighting—and he still had homework to finish and that stupid math test to study for tomorrow. But if he wanted to become an astronaut, he needed to succeed high school first. His ultimate dream and goal.

“I—” he cleared his throat, sat up straighter. “I have homework and a math test tomorrow.”

No reaction.

His mouth was dry. He glanced between them again, confusing blooming into unease.

“Mom? Dad?” he asked.

Still. Nothing at all. They weren’t blinking. They weren’t moving. Was this like… like a staring contest or something?

Danny stood up, palms pressed to the cushions to push himself up. “Ugh, I don’t have time for this,” he muttered.

Right. He needed to check his stupid Snapchat, his phone in general. But as his hand slipped into his pocket, a sudden hiss sliced through the air. That sick, high-pitched whine that only one weapon in the house made. His spine stiffened as his head snapped up and saw his mom was aiming an ecto-gun straight at him. Perfectly still, safety off. The fuck? Now what?

“Whoa! He—hey. Uhh—hold on there—”Danny swallowed hard, a nervous laugh escaping as he slowly raised his hands beside his head. “What the hell?!”

He tried to laugh again. It came hoarse. Shaky.

“I—this… this is a joke, right?”

His mother didn’t laugh. His dad didn’t blink.

“You,” she said. “Sit down. Now.” Her voice—it wasn’t his mom’s voice. Not really. It was clinical. Hollow.

Danny sank down slowly back on the couch, limbs trembling, every cell screaming that this was wrongwrongwrong and he didn’t know what the fuck was happening and this was, oh god. What did he do that his mom needed to point a fucking ecto-gun toward his fucking head?

The silence stretched on, heavy and suffocating. Danny couldn’t help the nervous tremble that crept through him. Slowly, he lowered his hands and rested them on his lap as his fingers began to twitch.

He couldn’t think of anything he’d done wrong. Nothing. Not at school. Not at home. Had he forgotten a chore? Missed curfew? Failed to clean the lab? Something? Anything? This whole situation felt off. Unsettling. And Jazz wasn’t home—she was off at college, studying Psychology. Living her dream. Excelling at it, because of course she was. She was the favorite. Always had been. Always would be. Why the hell was he even thinking about her right now? Did he want her here? Did he need her? No. No. Screw that. He just turned eighteen last month. He didn’t need his big sister to hold his hand. He was the protector of Amity Park. He was the one fighting back against the evil ghosts. He was Danny fucking Phantom.

And then—the doorbell rang, sharp and sudden, yanking him out of his spiraling thoughts.

His father moved. Like a puppet on a string, he walked to the front door and opened it.

Crash. Boots. Voices. White. So much white.

A dozen Guys in White agents swarmed into the house, weapons drawn. A blue glow filled the room.

Danny stood up, panicked.

“Wait—wait—what is this?”

His eyes flickered back and forth between the Guys in White and his parents.

One of the agents stepped forward—mechanical, cold and so… brutal. Black gloves flexing at his sides. Those gloves. The same kind that had grabbed screaming ghosts by the throat. The same kind that left bruises. That strapped everything that didn’t belong in the terrestrial world down. That hurt. And now, from his belt, the agent pulled out glowing blue cuffs—humming with anti-ecto-energy, crackling faintly like they already knew his name.

“You have the right to remain corporeal,” the agent said flatly. “Anything you phase through, overshadow, or ecto-manipulate can and will be used against you in a federal containment court.”

Danny’s blood ran cold—literally. A chill shot down his spine, fingers tingling with ice, like frost spreading beneath his skin. His nerves lit up, sparking panic through every pore, each breath tighter than the last.

“Wha—no! No. I’m—I’m a human being!” Danny yelled, his eyes darting towards his mother, then his father. “I’m your son. I’m not—I’m not a ghost.”

It was the safest thing he could say right now. But—how did they know? How? Why? Why did they think he was a ghost? It’s not like he was stupid. Not like he was careless. He never transformed where it wasn’t safe. Right? He was so damn careful. Always. Every time. So—how? Why?

But his mother’s grip only tightened on the ecto-gun. And his father didn’t even look guilty. It was like they were proud. Like this was what they were meant to do.

“Mom… Dad… Please.” Danny’s voice cracked, trembling. His eyes stung—burning at the edges with that telltale pressure behind them. He blinked rapidly, but the tears were already forming, clouding his vision.

“You are not my son.” His mother spoke. Cold. Final. The words hit harder than any ghost blast.

Three agents moved in—one with the glowing cuffs, two others flanking him like white shadows. Their movements were practiced. Unfeeling. Predatory. Hands reached for him.

“No—wait!” Danny screamed, stumbling back, jerking away as his back collided against the far wall. His eyes flicked between them, wide, wild, desperate. His heart pounded like a war drum. “I—I am your son! Why would you—why would you even think that?!”

“Entity identified. Ghost-type signature confirmed. Danger level seven. We’ve seen the footage—social media tags. Civilian reports. You carry Phantom’s ecto-frequency. That’s enough.” He advanced, slow and steady, holding the cuffs like a noose.

“I’m not—” Danny’s voice broke into a whisper.

“Save it, ghost scum.” His father’s voice cut in, loud and unforgiving. Danny snapped his gaze toward him. Jack’s face was twisted in something like satisfaction—righteous fury burning in his eyes. “I may not be a teenager anymore,” he said with a mocking laugh, “but I know damn well how Snapchat works. Phantom—you—posted a selfie. On our son’s profile. We didn’t need to look any further.”

Danny’s stomach dropped. Oh, god. He didn’t think—he didn’t notice—

“You possessed my son.” His mother’s voice broke through, trembling now, but still firm. Still armed. Her finger tightened on the trigger. The ecto-gun never wavered. A sniff. A crack in her voice. But not in her aim.

Danny shook his head, tears slipping free now, sliding down his cheeks in silence.

No. No. Tucker was right. Oh, god. Tucker wasn’t fucking joking.

“Comply, or we’ll be forced to initiate extraction by force,” the agent with the cuffs warned. Protocol, not mercy.

To them, he was just a ghost. Not their son. Not human. Not Danny. Not their Danny. Just a threat. Just a target. Just a hostile entity to be captured and contained. But—he was human. Wasn’t he? Wasn’t he standing right there—shaking, breathless, skin flushed with fear? There was no glow. No white hair. No echo in his voice. But none of that mattered, did it?

His heart was pounding. His palms were sweating.

They saw what they wanted to see—an enemy. A thing. He wasn’t their boy anymore. Just… it. They didn’t see the raw exhaustion in his eyes. Not the flesh and blood standing in front of them. All they saw was the thing he turned into. The thing he was. A ghost. An intruder in their home. A fucking lie.

His throat tightened, a bitter taste rising as his stomach twisted into knots.

This wasn’t a mistake. It wasn’t a misread signal or a moment of confusion. It was a damn choice. They chose not to see him. They chose to believe he was the enemy—no, is the enemy. The thing they fear. This wasn’t just bad. This was betrayal. This was a verdict. And to them… he’d already been sentenced.

They were closing in and Danny’s breath hitched, chest heaved. There was no escape. There was—there was no fucking escape.

He was cornered.

His body trembled, instinct roaring louder than thought.

Fight or flight. And by that, flight won.

A surge of power pulsed from deep within his core—two white halos snapped around his waist, one rising, one falling, engulfing him in light. In an instant, his hair blazed pearl white, his clothes twisting into black and white as he transformed into Phantom.

Before he could react, he vanished—intangible, his legs fading into a ghostly wail. He shot upward, phasing through the ceiling, through the roof, bursting into the cold night air with a scream caught in his throat.

He shot into the sky, a streak of light against the dark, and let his intangibility drop as he climbed higher—higher—lungs burning, vision blurring. But then—helicopters. Jets. They swarmed in like vultures. From above, below, left, right—shouting commands through static-filled speakers—

“Surrender now, Phantom! Don’t make this a chase!”

“You’re surrounded!”

“This is your last warning!”

Danny panicked. His chest tightened, his core purring with adrenaline. It didn’t matter what they said—he was already trapped.

He dove back down toward the earth, wind ripping past his ears—only to be greeted by a sea of white vans, blocking every street, flashing lights blinding him.

No. No. No. why do they even want him? Why the fuck did he transform in front of—in front of everyone? His parents. Fuck. He fucked it up. There was no way back now.

He didn’t have time to think. He turned. Bolted. Faster. Harder. But every corner—every alley—every rooftop—they were there. GiW agents popping out like ghosts themselves, guns raised, ready to fire.

And god… he was so tired.

He’d already been exhausted before any of this even started. This chase wasn’t just cruel—it was breaking him. He couldn’t go invisible—they’d still track his ecto-signature. He couldn’t hide. There was no way out. No one to turn to. No where to go.

The Ghost Zone.

But that meant… going back to FentonWorks. Back to the house. Back to them.

Vlad’s portal was too far. And he was too weak. His limbs ached. His core felt like it was bursting out of his chest. FentonWorks was the best option. It had to be. Even if it meant flying straight back into the lion’s den. Even if his parents were waiting with weapons drawn. Because at least there—he knew the layout. He knew the back routes, the vents, the blind spots.

It was dangerous. Maybe even… suicidal. But… he couldn’t die. Because ghosts were technically already dead. Right?

But it was the only shot he had.

And right now?

That was enough.

⟢ And I’m gunna end it hereee. Or else I wasn’t gunna stop. And now I want to write it into a real phic—but with more details and stuff, of course. And now I’m disappointed that I didn’t use something like this for a ‘reveal the truth’ kinda thing in my other phicccc. Dammit. Did I lose footage because of whatever happened all of sudden? Yes. Fucking bummer. But yeah. It is what it is… It also wasn’t the plan to write this much. But her’ we are!

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

Ok. So Dani and Damian are around 23-26. You can decide. Fair warning this one’s pretty long

So while Dani was traveling the world, she meet Talia Al Ghul.

They became friends(?) and regularly meet up for coffee and tea and such (Dani is not part of the LOA) (Talia wanted to adopt her but she said no) (Dani knows of the LOA but not of Damian. In my mind a demon heir would be confidential information)

Damian leads the Wayne foundations (as well as the Martha and Thomas Wayne foundations) which involves lot of international travel. With his vigilantism and his job, Bruce forces him to put out applications for a secretary. He’s been moonlighting as the Vulture for a couple of years.

Dani, with her years of traveling in now fluent in multiple languages (one of her obsessions) and decided to attend collage in Star City, moving to Gotham after a degree in international business relations.

She applies at Wayne Enterprises for a job, and gets invited for coffee with Talia via coffee message.

Barbara Gordon intercepted the message and sends Damian and Tim to watch her meeting with a mystery person.

They are slightly confused as to Talia is meeting with a seemingly normal civilian. And Damian thinks this that she must be working with the Leauge (no matter how pretty her laugh was)

Talia, who realizes that if Dani won’t allow her to become her daughter, then daughter-in-law is the next best thing.

He realizes how royally he fucked up when Bruce introduces him to his new secretary, Danielle Jane Masters-Fenton.

So now he’s working with a (presumed) LOA assassin, one who’s (probably) infiltrating the company to get to his family. And Talia is try to set them up for some reason.

However, no one believes him when he tells them of his theory. Not even Bruce, who did the actual interview. (He also thought that she would make a good match for Damian, and bonus points if the rest of the family thinks so as well)

Part of Dani’s jobs description is to accompany her boss on international trips, which can take anywhere from 3 days to a week. And it’s pretty difficult when your boss hates you for some reason but can’t fire you because of his dad. Even harder when you’re forced to become a antihero (Vapor) to clean gothams curses and ghost cults and have an odd relationship with the Vulture

There are so many shenanigans that can happen

- Dani and Damian going on a routine business trip and having it run late, plus with the time zones, they are exhausted and forget to book the hotel room. The take the last available room, which happens to have only one bed. Neither one cares.

- mass Arkham breakout, and Dani retunes to work with a fractured left wrist. She says she got injured in the breakout and when Damian goes to her because he’s concerned suspicious he asks her more about it. Dani panics and tells him it was alright because Vapor was there and saved her (she actually got into a brawl with sulker)

~Vulture immediately seeks out Vapor to find out which rouge Dani her and Dani figures out his identity because Damian was the only one she mentioned anything about Vapor to she panicked okay??

- another trip but Damian doesn’t speak the local language (Dani knows more) and the company’s daughter insults Damian to their face because she assumed neither of them spoke the Language. Dani ripped her a new one, and because of her outright hostility (which has never happen before) Damian doesn’t renew the contracts with the company and instead spends the rest of the trip trying to cheer up Dani’s mood.

- Danny. Sam and Tucker all visit her in Gotham and the everlasting trio all go to an animal rights protest that ends up with them in a brawl. Damian also ends up brawling on their side and the four of them get thrown in the same jail cell while they wait for someone to bail them out. Tim arrives for Damian at the same time Dani arrives for the trio. To spite them, Dani and Tim have a long conversation in front of their cell instead of letting them out. (The group approves of Damian)

- a ghost attacks Dani and Damian on their way to the airport, Dani whips out her ghost busting moves. Damian finally decides to admit to himself that he’s in love after watching her tackle a ghost to the ground and make him beg for mercy (technus should’ve known better that to pick a fighter against her. in Gotham. With her crush boss watching)

- Dani kills the Joker, and a member of Black Masks crew saw her, so Vulture was assigned to be her bodyguard of sorts

- Dani is planning an international gala for the Waynes and is very stressed out. So stressed out, that a week before the gala she realized she didn’t think to accommodate for any rouge attacks and spends the next 3 days in her office. Damian eventually drops her sleep deprived butt home.

- Dan visits Dani in her office

- wingman Jon

- International business meeting hosted at WE. Rouge attakd the meeting and Dani gets injured. Damian sees red

- Waynes go to a masked gala in Wisconsin, hosted by Vlad Masters. Dani and Damian share a dance (while wearing masks) and a ghost ruins the party

- M A K I N G O U T W H I L E D R U N K

- Damian figures out Dani’s identity simply because he realizes they laugh and smile the same

- “Danielle.”

“Yeah?”

“Your birthday is coming up, correct?”

“It is, what about it?”

“What would you like?”

“Damian, you don’t have to get me anything.”

“Tt. Ridiculous. What would you like?”

“Get me a (super rare sword from medieval times)” (she was joking)

“Consider it done.” (He was not)

Eventually Ra’s finds out about Dani and her connection to his grandsons and daughter and decides to kidnap her as blackmail.

[joi-vivienne]

4c and squiddo revealed that Spoke gave them duped sulkers full of hearts

Omg