#when i'm finishing the whole fic

[youchangedmedestiel]

Friend: What are you doing right now?

Me: I have a lot of projects.

Friend: Oh so cool, what are those? New job, new business, new home, new relationship?

Me: Ok, I have a lot of SPN/Destiel projects.

[pfhwrittes]

title: citations needed (on ao3 here) pairing: none. characters: kate laswell, john price, kyle "gaz" garrick, simon "ghost" riley, john "soap" mactavish, kate laswell's wife and kyle "gaz" garrick's mums. rating: T

word count: 1.1k

cw/tw: swearing, alcohol, texting fic, basically a crack-fic.

a/n: a series of various text conversations documenting kyle “gaz” garrick’s evening as his mum’s plus one at an academic fundraiser. my eternal love goes to @gemmahale, @stuffireadandenjoy, @syoddeye and @391780 for encouraging this utter nonsense.

[Gaz has created a new group chat: SOS CODE RED] 

Soap Suds has been added to the chat Casper the Unfriendly Ghost has been added to the chat Cap has been added to the chat Casper the Unfriendly Ghost has left the chat Soap Suds has added Casper the Unfriendly Ghost to the chat Boss Lady has been added to the chat

Gaz: SOS. EMERGENCY EXFIL REQ. IMMEDIATELY.  Cap: No - John 👍 Soap Suds: 👀 Boss Lady: It’s not that bad Kyle. 

Casper the Unfriendly Ghost has left the chat Soap Suds has added Casper the Unfriendly Ghost to the chat

Gaz: CAP I WILL DO YOUR PAPERWORK BY HAND IF YOU SEND A CAR IMMEDIATELY. Cap: No - John 👍 Soap Suds: wats going on 👀 ur maw’s thing not goin well?? Boss Lady: It seems that Kyle was unaware that my wife and I would be attending tonight’s fundraiser. Cap: And you didn’t think to tell him, Kate? - John 👍 Soap Suds: tell us more laswell 👀 🍿

–

[A private conversation between Gaz and Soap Suds] 

Soap Suds: is laswell’s wife fit?? Gaz: Not now mate.  Soap Suds: ill pay u gd money to send me a pic 🥵 Gaz: You’re sick. Soap Suds: as a dog 👅 💦 Soap Suds: please???

–

[A private conversation between MacTavish and SR] 

SR: Stop adding me to the chat you twat. 

– 

[A private conversation between JP and KL] 

JP: Send me photos of Garrick losing his mind. KL: Contact F&A and I’ll consider it.  JP: Done.  KL: Nice doing business with you John. 

–

[A private conversation between two unidentified numbers] +447******913: kate pls can i have a pci of ur wife?? +447******913: *pic Withheld Number: No. 

+447******913 has been blocked

–

[Group chat: SOS CODE RED] Soap Suds: send us a pic of u n ur maw gaz Gaz: No. Cap: No - John 👍 Boss Lady: No. 

Casper the Unfriendly Ghost has removed Soap Suds from the chat

Cap: Thank you Simon - John 👍

–

[A private conversation between Kyle and Mama] 

Kyle: Why didn’t you say Kate and her wife would be here?! Mama: Shit. Don’t let your mum get into the red wine. Xx Kyle: Bit late for that!  Mama: LOL. Xx Mama: Good Luck! Xx

–

[A private conversation between KL and JP] JP: How’s it going? KL: Remember Marrakech?  JP: Bloody hell.

–

[A private conversation between Gaz and Soap Suds] Soap Suds: add me back to the chat 🥺 Gaz: Busy.  Soap Suds: please 🥺

–

[A private conversation between MacTavish and SR]  MacTavish: add me back to the chat 🥺 MacTavish: please 🥺

–

[A private conversation between JM and JP]  JM: add me back to the chat 🥺 JM: please 🥺 JP: Never send me that face again  - John 👍 JM: 🥺 JM: will u at least tell laswell to unblock me??

–

[Group chat: SOS CODE RED]  Cap has added Soap Suds to the chat

Cap: Sorry Kate. Lesser of two evils  - John 👍

Casper the Unfriendly Ghost has left the chat Soap Suds has added Casper the Unfriendly Ghost to the chat Casper the Unfriendly Ghost has left the chat Soap Suds has added Casper the Unfriendly Ghost to the chat

Boss Lady: Boys. Enough. 

Casper the Unfriendly Ghost: 👍 Soap Suds: sorry kate 🥺 Boss Lady: Never send me that face again.  Cap: LOL - John 👍

–

[A private conversation between JP and KL] KL: Really John? 

–

[A private conversation between MacTavish and SR]  SR: Pack it in you dozy cunt.  MacTavish: make me 😘

–

[Group chat: SOS CODE RED] Boss Lady: [Sent a picture of Gaz standing between two women with an uncomfortable expression on his face holding two empty glasses as they glare at each other] 

Soap Suds: 🥵🥵🥵 Boss Lady: 🤨  Soap Suds: i was talking about gaz!! Cap: Everyone looks very nice - John 👍

–

[A private conversation between Gaz and Soap Suds]  Soap Suds: mate 🥵

Gaz has blocked Soap Suds

–

[Group chat: SOS CODE RED] Boss Lady: Gaz, location.  Gaz: Seated at the table. Lost visual on Mum.  Gaz: You?  Boss Lady: Bar. Also lost visual.  Gaz: Shit.  Boss Lady: Call me.  Soap Suds: 👀

–

[A private conversation between KG and KL] KG: Sorry signal is shit. Update?  KL: Visual contact confirmed. They’re talking to the head of the department.  KG: Together?  KL: Yes.  KG: … The bald guy?  KL: Affirmative.  KG: Are you still at the bar?  KL: I’ve ordered tequila.  KG: Order me a shot.  KG: Please. KL: Already waiting for you.  KG: You’re the best, Kate.  KL: I know. 

–

[Group chat: SOS CODE RED]  Gaz: [Sent a voice note where two distinct voices, one American and one English, can be heard agreeing with each other at volume as another third voice attempts to interrupt them. The English voice can clearly be heard to say “Oh, do fuck off Richard!” before the voice note ends.] 

Gaz: Shit. Didn’t mean to send that.  Soap Suds: kate is that you??🥵 Boss Lady: No.  Cap: No - John 👍 Soap Suds: mrs laswell???  Casper the Unfriendly Ghost: Professor Laswell you twat.  Boss Lady: Thank you Simon. Casper the Unfriendly Ghost: 👍

–

[A private conversation between Wife ❤️ and Love Of My Life 💛]  Wife ❤️: Are you having fun, Darling? Xx

Love Of My Life 💛: [Sent a slightly blurry self taken photo of four people, three women and one young man, seated around a small round table. There are numerous empty glasses on the table in front of the quartet. Kyle is smiling with his face pressed close to an older woman who shares his same dark eyes. Kate is facing the camera but her eyes are directed towards the woman resting her head on her shoulder. Kate has a tiny smile on her face.] 

Wife ❤️: I can’t wait for you to come home. Xx

–

[A private conversation between Kyle and Mama] 

Mama: Time to cut your Mum off LOL. Xx Kyle: [Sent a slightly blurry photo of two full shot glasses] Mama: Time to cut YOU off. Xx

–

[A private conversation between Kate and S. Garrick] 

S. Garrick: [Forwarded a photo] S. Garrick: You all look lovely Kate. Xx Kate: Thank you. Brunch tomorrow?  S. Garrick: Absolutely. Xx

–

[A private conversation between KL and JP] 

KL: [Sent a photo of Kyle with his head in his hands]  JP: The Christmas 2008 story?  KL: Yep.  JP: Brilliant. 

–

[Group chat: SOS CODE RED] 

Gaz: [Sent a self taken picture of a woman with a wide but slightly tired smile on her face. In the background Kyle can be seen resting his head on the table, possibly asleep. Over her shoulder a pair of women are slightly blurred as Kate helps her wife wrap a pashmina around her shoulders] 

Gaz: Exfil requested? X

Cap: Of course - John 👍 Soap Suds: ur lookin very bonnie mrs garrick😘 Casper the Unfriendly Ghost: ETA 5 minutes. Will give you a hand with him.  Cap: Good lad  - John 👍 Gaz: Thank you sweetheart X

[triglycercule]

dusttale canon fics translated!!!

have you ever wanted to know MORE about canon dusttale/murder!sans??? heard that one of dusttale's creators wrote fics but it's in korean and you can't be bothered to translate it??? WELL BOY do i have the solution to you because I TRANSLATED THE FICS!!!

well technically i localized it because the fics straight out of translation were a bit funky and out of context in some parts. also the fics are actually not all that detailed (and idk if this is a good thing) so i added more detail and such but idk if some people would rather just the straight translation no extra flourishes

IN THAT CASE if you just wanna read the straight translation dw! if you go to the og korean version HERE and go to the comments some else will have already done a direct translation

keep in mind i do NOT actually know korean and this entire project was done with the help of google translate (god bless the camera translate feature), some research, and my sheer brainpower. if something is messed up PLEASE lmk

heartfelt message below because this is 1/2 of my thanks for 100 followers gift to the world don't open if you don't wanna read CRINGE (ew,,, APPRECIATION AND FEELINGS??? GROSS!)

when will we get more canon dust content i cry out. the delusional side of me says one day but the realistic side says never

so uhhh i hit 100 followers. WOOO YIPPEE!!! and i just wanna say tysm for following me and liking and reblogging all my posts and all that stuff it GENUINELY means a lot. like fr /srs type of meaning to me. i don't remember how and i don't really know why but the murder time trio genuinely mean so much to me and i'm glad that there are a whole ONE HUNDRED ass people that also like all the ideas and dumb stuff i come up with for them and they liked it enough to follow it. like i can't even come up with 100 people i know irl. i never knew i would actually get people to see the shit i post on here and i remember how actually terrified i was when i tagged one of my posts and it actually got interactions (i'm still scared when i post. not a thing has changed)

but ya! im really glad that there are this many people that actually care about my ideas so that's cool. someday im gonna run out of ideas and panic but that day has yet to come. i guess you could consider this the first half of my 100 followers thankgratulations because i still have my horror sans character analysis that i'm still working on and paused to work on this (a simple side quest this was). if i weren't a LAZY FUCK than maybe i wouldve done a DTIYS or something that people do for big milestones like this but like i said. i'm lazy. call me sans. comic sans

anyways triglycercule OUT! time to delete this account! jk!(fashion au)

[ratcandy]

3 straight hours of drawing and editing through a horrid migraine for a whole THIRTY SECONDS of self-indulgence beyond your wildest dreams. we call this being extremely normal

song is Bernadette by IAMX

[imagine-shenanigans]

Maw (Part One)

Werewolf!Soap/Vampire!Ghost/Newly Turned Werewolf!Reader

Warnings: Dubcon, manipulation, kidnapping.

AFAB reader with she/her pronouns because it's easier for me personally lol.

Dark fic ahead!

In truth, you couldn’t recall where the tipping point had been.

You’d like to say that it was somewhere between the cute man from the bar flashing you a grin and being tied down to his bed while he cut deep into his own flesh with a dagger. 

Silver, he’d told you with a growl of pain, voice an octave deeper than before, sounding like rocks grating against each other. So I can properly bleed you.

If you scream, or cry, or bite, you don’t remember it. You barely remember the pain itself through the haze of panic and fuzziness of blood loss. You remember the sheets, the crushing loneliness. Other memories, simply singular moments caught like polaroids in your mind.

Acrid smoke like batteries catching flame, laughter as your cheek presses into the cool concrete floor. 

Angry snarling, a door left open. 

Gunshots.

Running, running, running on foal-like legs. 

Stopping for a moment, only for all of your stomach to eject itself into a nearby bush.

The sound of wings, too loud, too loud, too loud. 

SNAP. 

Pain, cutting through the feverish haze as you scream like the rabbit that your neighbor’s dog had caught when you were playing in the yard as a child. Tears like you’d shed that day for the rabbit, now shed for yourself. 

The world fading in and out, in and out. 

Warm, calloused fingers dipping under your chin and wrapping around to cup your jaw in them, the scent of gunpowder and steel. He smells like tree sap and bonfires and something a little earthy like tilled soil. Voice like a hot buttered rum by the fireplace, you think. It grabs you like a vice and you nuzzle into his palm for comfort, knowing that this is not the man who took you but it is the man who coos softly at you. 

Safe safe safe.

He says something, you’re sure, but you couldn’t recall what. 

Sharp pain again - you yelp, eyes cracking open (you didn’t realize they were closed) and the man coos at you, mouth full of too-sharp teeth curled into a grin as he pets your cheek with warm fingers. There’s praise there, you think. It settles warm in your gut and you feel your eyes close again as someone wraps your foot.

The warm man’s voice is sharp, lower this time as he says something to you. You aren’t sure what but he coos that praise again when your flutter back open, a kiss pressed to your forehead. He rubs his nose along your jaw and you melt beneath him, some instinct kicking in even as your mind begs you to come back to coherency. 

He bundles you up in his arms, and you sniffle loudly as he jostles your leg - but his hands soothing over the bare skin of your back is so relieving you just settle into him. The rational part of your mind fights for place again, starts trying to jostle you into coherency with thoughts of being naked, of wrapping your legs around a strange man and letting him take you wherever he wants. 

But those are thoughts for people, and right now you don’t feel like one.

So you sigh softly, and let yourself sink into sleep against the warm-man.

[youling-the-ghost]

More handwritten fanfiction!!

I've decided to just write this entire bubbamiah fic in my notebook and honestly it's so much fun to write on paper. I've said this before but I genuinely recommend you try this out if you're a writer, even if it's just for a bit. It makes you think about your word choices more because it's so much harder to edit a mistake when it's on paper.

[tinkerbelle05]

29. “I got you your favorite.” but with superbat

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“Hey B!” Clark calls out. He was going through this oversized house looking for his husband. He checked the office, the Cave, and even the bedroom. But no Bruce. He was about to give up but then he saw a strange looking lump on the couch in the living room.

He approached it slowly but made his footsteps known. One time, when he first moved in, he walked towards a lump and spooked an assassin who slept with knives. He still was thin scars on his hands. Yes, said assassin was Damian who somehow gotten Kryptonite knives.

Clark slowly pulled the cover back to see Bruce, fast asleep on the couch and curled up into a ball. He looked too adorable for Clark to not snap a picture and make it as screen saver.

Of course the ruffling woke Bruce no matter how gentle Clark was being. Immediately he was alert and trying to get up.

“Clark, is there something wrong? Are the kid okay? Are they-”

“Bruce, Bruce, calm down. Everything’s fine sweets.”

That calms Bruce down enough so he isn't trying to get up. He spots the bags in his hand. “What’s that?”

“Oh, this little thing,” he dangles the bag in front of Bruce but pulls back whenever the man makes a grab for it. “You've been working hard on some drug bust so I got you your favorite. But your sleepy so I'll just pop this in the freezer.” He turns away with a smirk on his face.

“No, wait, Clarke,” Bruce grabs and turns him around. “I am never too tired for blueberry ice cream. That is blueberry ice cream, right?”

Clark let's out a gasp, “We’ve been together for how long and you have the nerve, the gall to ask me that?”

Bruce doesn't answer and makes a grab for the bag. “It is blueberry ice cream. And two spoons?” He looks up at Clark.

“Was hopin we could share it together.”

Bruce laughs and tugs on Clark’s hand to follow him to the couch. “Your such a sap sometimes.”

“Yea but you love this sap,”

“Yea, I do,”

BONUS

“Clark what is this photo? Where did you get this?” Bruce shoved Clark’s phone in his face.

“Oh, you don’t like the new screensaver? I think it’s cute.”

“Clark,” Bruce gritted his teeth together, “it is not about liking. It is about how you got it.”

“Well a magician never reveals his secrets Bruce.” Clark deflects the question and continues looking for his glasses.

“You are not a magician though,” Bruce argues. “Now where?”

Clark found his glasses, “I’m late for work, bye and love you.” Clark grabs his phone, plants a kiss on Bruce’s cheek and dashes out the room.

“We are continuing this when you get back. I love you too,” Bruce says in a quiet voice, knowing Clark will hear him.

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[sysig]

He was a human pirate, which you wouldn’t think you’d have to specify and yet (Patreon)

[greenerteacups]

What do you think as Hermione's career would be post battle of Hogwarts? To me her being minister for magic really doesn't make sense. She does not have patience or tact to wade through murky waters of politics 😭😭

So hard to say! The Trio are so, so young when we leave them, I find it almost impossible to project their futures farther than a few years out. The job that suited me at 17 would be radically unsuited to me now. That's why of all the Trio, Ron's ending strikes me as the most realistic — he jumps straight into the save-the-world business again, burns out, realizes he's actually Done The Fuck Enough, Thanks, and pivots into a low-stress career where he gets to see his family a lot. Feels accurate! The others are weirder to me because they do seem to just... pick a lane and stay there.

With Hermione, you could spin her a couple ways. You could say that she leans into her bookish side and does research or teaching, which is not my preference for a couple reasons (namely, I don't think Hermione would like academia as a profession; she finds her classwork interesting and enjoys intellectual validation, but she'd be stifled and wasted in a DPhil program, and she'd be infuriated by the administrative politicking of your average higher-ed faculty). You could say that she gets disaffected with politics and ends up as a barrister or a lobbyist of some kind, but if anything that requires more political finesse, because you don't actually have institutional power, you're just handling the people who make decisions and trying to persuade them of your goals. This is not Hermione's preferred method of influence. She's not even particularly good at persuasion, she just happens to be smart enough (and right often enough) that people take her ideas seriously.

Or you could say her brashness fades with the years into a softened flavor of tell-you-like-it-is honesty, which some politicians actually do successfully trade on; as we see in British politics today, you don't have to be all that charming or clever to get ahead, you just need to be really driven and well-connected (which Hermione completely is; she fought shoulder-to-shoulder with the first postwar Minister and her bestie, the Literal Messiah, runs the Auror Office.) But I don't know if Hermione especially wants to be Minister, after the war. She's just watched years of horrendous bureaucratic incompetence plunge the country into a violent civil conflict. She's had not one, but two Ministers of Magic try to bully or shame her friends into complicity with fascism. Her view of government is... likely extremely dark.

But Hermione also isn't the kind of person who sees her life as a quest for happiness. Babygirl has a savior complex that makes Harry look selfish. (She basically kills her parents — yeah, obliviating is a form of murder, #changemymind — "for their own good," and justifies every batshit, vindictive, mean-spirited move she ever pulls on the grounds that it "helps" one of her friends.) She is a mean, lean, dragon-slaying machine, and she needs a dragon. After Voldemort, the Ministry is the no. 1 threat to muggle-borns and non-wizarding Beings. As a war heroine with basically infinite political capital, I'd be surprised if she didn't try to do something there. That said, Hermione is so vivacious and dynamic that she could potentially grow in a hundred different directions; it's possible that all of this, while true of her at 18, becomes completely inaccurate by 22. That's why I'm not too fussed about any particular fanon interpretation.

[bleachbleachbleach]

Bleach Fanfic: Stories for the Sea

⟢ Chapter 6: Akon

Summary: Akon can tell a hell of a campfire story.

“Why do we know about their oceans?” asks Hisagi.   “Because humans die at sea. Did you know that Hiyosu can scuba dive? Aside from that, though, if you’re only interested in the pure physics of the thing, the Living World tends to be a pretty decent test case for ocean research. Fewer variables, because the reishi’s so thin, which means there’s math you can actually do that holds up from test to test. Gravity’s always the same, the moon and shit are actually moving in predictable ways. It’s not like that here.”   “What do you mean?” Hisagi, again.   Akon sighs. “Have you seen our moon?”

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Summary: The Shiba Clan have always acted as peacebrokers between Soul Society and the sea in West Rukongai. After the Blood War, the Gotei must prove that they are still worthy of peace. But since Shiba Kaien is dead, Rukia’s the next best thing. The problem is, now Ukitake is gone, too, and Rukia doesn’t think she’s ready to carry Kaien’s memory alone. 

No one’s ready. Not the Vizard, as the reality of re-joining the Gotei begins to clamp down; not the 10th, which has its own debts to West Rukongai; and not Renji, who’s pretty sure he is. The most deadly threats may not be the monsters lurking in the woods and water, but the damage they’ve all brought with them. One thing that’s certain: Six months after the end of a war, you have not reached the end of the war. 

ft. Rukia, Renji, Matsumoto, Hitsugaya, Kensei, Rose, Hisagi; Hinamori, Kira, (Kaien)

[meownotgood]

you guys are so kind on my viktor fics, every day this week I've woken up to the kindest messages and it's been very healing despite my stress right now... thank you..........

[drinkingdeadpeopletea]

Title: "From the Archives of Pom Communications, a Subsidiary of The Trust" Fandom: Midst (Podcast) Categories: T, Gen, Major Character Death, Complete Word Count: 2565 Chapters: 2/2 Characters: Jedediah Pom, Olga Costigan, Jonas Spahr, Magdalyne Fleit, Nicholas Fleit

One: A transcript of a clip from the official broadcast on the morning of 6.11.619 announcing the deaths of Magdalyne and Nicholas Fleit, Breach Operatives, at the hands of Prime Consector Olga Costigan. Two: A transcript of an unreleased recording that was stored in the archives of Pom Communications until it was stolen by an unnamed intern in 624.

(hi everyone new midst fic :D everybody give it up for trust-typical manipulation of the truth!)

[f-imaginings]

hai!!!!

i know you've already confirmed doing minor what ifs, but have you ever planned or thought of doing a longer one for a happy ending?

(im sorry for asking but these two make me mentally ill in the best way posible. )

The what ifs will be pretty well sized so hopefully they'll scratch the itch for y'all. My goal with the ending is also to make it kind of optimistic to empower other folks who want to write fanfic to give it a shot and make their own content too. I just love the idea of being able to make a positive impact with this story and to embolden others to let their own creativity run free. Plus I'd be cheering if there was a list of "works inspired by" that could sit at the end of the story when it's finished. That way the story (that a lot of people seem to really dig) can live on in everyone's interpretations of it!

[staraxiaa]

chromatic (kirishima fic) update

how it started, chromatic v1:

how it’s (maybe) going, subject to change:

ive just started part III btw

[benevolenterrancy]

AND IT'S COMPLETED! Last chapter finally posted!

The Torchwood team manages to get themselves dumped into the middle of the Korean War and have to struggle their way through injuries, medical staff, time anomalies, demon hunters, and more general confusion than even they're used to dealing with on the regular in order to find a way home.

Meanwhile the MASH crew get a bunch of British spooks who just may win for being the weirdest patients they've ever had, and that's saying a lot.

[daddyplasmius]

hand on my stupid heart flashbacks

this is a No One Knows AU & Full Hazmat AU where Danny ended up in the Ghost Zone & didn't go back into the human world initially because he thought he was dead. by the time he realized he is, in fact, at least half alive, he'd already been missing for at least 2 weeks. will probs never finish homsh sorry. i wrote this a couple years ago in a haze & just haven't been able to finish it because i can't replicate the style, which i find is what i love about this fic the most. it wouldn't be the same without it. posting the flashback introsーwhich are meant to be read between chapters/the actual plot, starting after chapter 1ーcuz fuck it. excuse typos & shit, i never properly edited it, as i forgot it existed immediately after i wrote it original description of homsh: Danny Fenton has officially been missing for over a year. Maddie & Jack Fenton refuse to give up on their son. Sick and tired of the police running them in circles, and the case getting colder by the day, the Fentons turn to their last resortーPhantom. 800~ words (full unfinished fic is 20k~)

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When Danny woke up surrounded by thick, green fog, and couldn’t breathe without swallowing heavy air that was more like water than anything, he was sure he was dead. The portal glowed behind him, illuminating the pitch darkness around him in soft, yellow, warm light.

He almost went back.

Almost.

He was dead. His parents were ghost hunters. They had drilled into his head from the moment he was born that he could never, ever panic in death. That he would accept it. That he would not be scared. So he would be prepared to be brave in the face of death and would not become a ghost.

He panicked. He did not accept it. He was terrified. And so he woke up in the Ghost Zone.

-

Danny went back through the portal when he saw some ectopuses acting… strange. Like they had an idea in their heads. Like they had a plan.

Which was weird, with animal ghosts. He had only been in the Ghost Zoneーmom and dad called it that, he rememberedーfor a couple weeks. Or, he had already been there for two weeks. Or maybe time worked differently and he was there five minutes, or four years orー

The ectopuses went through the portal and, despite everything, Danny went after them.

While he was busy reeling at being home, the ectopuses immediately attacked dad. Danny was horrified. Jack was overwhelmed. Danny stepped in, in a moment fueled by sheer adrenaline and stupidity, snatching a Fenton Thermos™ off a shelf and releasing his shaky invisibility. The ectopuses didn’t stand a chance. And when they were safely in the Thermos, he slowly turned around to dad, ready for the confrontation. Ready for the “what happened to you?” and the “where have you been?” and the “we’ve missed you”.

Dad scrambled to shoot at him.

Danny fled.

His parents didn’t recognize him.

-

The Lunch Lady attacked when Danny was mourning Halloween.

He’d waited all year. He made a costume that summer. He wouldn’t get to go trick or treating with Sam and Tucker this year. Or any year. For the rest of his lifeーor existence. Whatever.

The Lunch Lady appeared in the school and demanded in straight fury, “Who changed the menu?”

Everyone pointed at Sam.

Danny hadn’t known just how powerful ghosts could be. His parents never told him the specifics. Just that they were dangerous.

This ghost grew and her aura hit him like a hurricane, almost physically pushing him back. It was so strong that the students in the Casper High cafeteria seemed to feel it too.

The Lunch Lady was a much harder opponent than the ectopuses. She levitated meat. She used it as a weapon, and seemed to bring it back to life. She created weird meat creatures that grew sharp teeth and claws out of bones. They were mindless, attacking everything that got too close to the ghost. Danny would have run away without hesitation, if Sam hadn’t been in the crossfire.

Danny fought the Lunch Lady. It was a long struggle, but he caught her in the thermos after over an hour. When he turned to Sam and Tuckerーboth of whom he had to save due to Tucker trying to jump into the fightーall three of them bloody and bruised, he cringed. But a part of him hoped. Desperately.

Surely they would know him on sight.

“Wh-what are you?” Sam gasped at him finally.

Danny flinched as if she had struck him. “J-just… your friendly neighbourhood phantom.”

-

Danny didn’t know what possessed him. Oh. Pun not intended.

He just barely caught the Fentons leaving in the GAV, dragging suitcases behind them. He couldn’t help himself. What on Earth were they doing?

They were going to Vlad Master’s mansion for their college reunion.

It was a whole thing. But something was off. Besides all the adults reminiscing about the 80’s.

Danny sensed ghosts immediately but he couldn’t see anything. Unfortunately for him, Vlad could also sense him. It was two days of Danny staying invisible, and Vladーthe halfa? Is that what Danny is?ーtrying to kill Jack. Somehow, Danny managed to fight off Vlad, not turn back, and without the Fentons getting hurt. His secret intact.

VladーPlasmius, also learned about Phantom. And Vlad hated him. The manーghostーwhatever, seemed to only care about one thingーpossession. Of money. Of things. Of people. He was more ghost than Danny had ever seen. Vlad’s obsession was overwhelming.

Danny couldn’t believe someone so much like himself could be so disturbing.