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Things Danny has done while tired:
Your mom lmao get rekt
#phandomphightclub#phandom phight club#phandomphightclub2022#whosvladagain saves#dp stuff#danny phantom
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Pls answer what is Initiv and how do I read.
~Thank you for your time <3
Long Night In The Valley
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whosvladagain, artist
I would really like a fic where the trio makes anti-Mayor Vlad propaganda (does it REALLY count as propaganda? Idk)
#danny phantom#dp trading board#submission#fic submission#danny fenton#sam manson#tucker foley#vlad masters#vlad plasmius#whosvladagain#opened
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I like to take photos of my garden!!! The daffodils have begun to flower!
Do you, by chance, have any gray ghost wips you'd like to share???!!
...Kinda? I don’t usually write romance as the main focus unless it’s for a fandom event or a fic for someone else, but this was going to be a Danny and Valerie-centric snippet, so this is as near as I’ve got to that! It could technically turn into a Gray Ghost fic. It just...hasn’t yet.
But, first: pretty!!!! Thanks so much for sharing! I love daffodils; they’re one of my favourite flowers. (I, sadly, have no daffodils of my own, mainly because my garden consists of pots that I can put out on my balcony, but they were in the garden when I was growing up. ...Those ones won’t be out yet, though, as it is currently snowing outside.)
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“Hey, um, are you okay?”
Valerie sniffed, blinked furiously, and said, “I’m fine.” She wasn’t fine. She hadn’t come out here to cry because she was fine. The Lunch Lady showing up at the Nasty Burger today had been the final straw for her manager. It wasn’t Valerie’s fault; her manager knew perfectly well that ghosts didn’t just show up on her shift, even if he didn’t know how much she could usually do to stop them. No, she’d been let go because he couldn’t afford to keep so many employees on, and she was first on the chopping block.
But she couldn’t afford to be let go. Ghost hunting for Mr. Masters got her tech, not money, and college wasn’t going to pay for itself. Her grades were decent, especially considering everything she had on her plate outside of school, but they weren’t exactly going to win her many scholarships.
She just felt like she was losing control.
Phantom, asking obvious questions as he was, wasn’t helping.
Send me a flower and I’ll post a sentence from a WIP
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Jckegkwooriifogo A little bird told me (like fifty anons you answered on your other blog) that it's your birthday! Congratulations! Happy Birthday Tali! Thx for living this long and gracing us all with your presence.
ayyyy thank you!!!!
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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Learn to know your mutuals and followers ❤
Awwww, thanks so much, babe! I love getting these things so much. Always the highlight of my day!
My cats! They're just the bestest boys and watching them be absolute bastards sparks so much joy.
Gonna be stereotypical and say my boyfriend bc he is legit the most amazing part of my life, even better than my babies. Love this guy so much it's stupid y'all.
Working. It took us being closed down, and having MONTHS of no promos to realize it, but I love this job with a goddamn passion. Sure, people are occasionally assholes when they lost what they came in with, but the gaming industry is LIT and tribal casinos WILL take care of their employees better than anywhere else.
Long road trips with people I love. I've taken like two this year, and that'll probably be it tbh with the way things are going. Once it hits the two hour mark, I'm probably going feral and having the time of my goddamn life.
Writing. I haven't done it in almost a year, but since it's almost Christmas I know there's gonna be a ton of secret Santa events in all of my fandoms. There's for sure one I'm gonna do, and maybe another. I'm so excited tbh.
Akdjdhsjd I haven't gotten an ask in forever. Thank you!
#asks#cas answers#whosvladagain#first ask I've gotten in so long#forgot my ask tags lol#ask games#these ones always make me think of better answers and I love it
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Round 1 Match 5: @whosvladagain vs. @kinglazrus
Writer: @ma-tsu-the-male-goddess
With all the chaos that has been going on recently, Matsu felt that it might be time to take a few steps back. She starts the commentary at a near-whisper, reminiscent of the golf announcers that are always narrating in her head.
“We start off match 5 with a very special treat; a nunnery will be providing some background music for the rest of the evening. Over in the corner we can see the ghost nuns standing in choir section of the stands. Thank you, nuns.” It really is lovely to listen too. Such a shame that people don’t normally enjoy the sound of nails on a chalkboard. A ghost with some… questionable… fashion choices walks up to the bottom of the choir section.
“It looks like our first contender is speaking to the nuns. @whosvladagain, I’m sure you’ll phight with them in mind and show off your appreciation.” Donatello looks up at her name and gives Matsu an odd look; perhaps that wasn’t what they were talking about.
“Phighting against the totally-not-a-ninja-turtle is our wonderful @kinglazrus, all the way from Nightmare Valley. Thanks for joining us.” A knock at the (newly-repaired) door drags Matsu’s attention away from the stadium. Tali is at the door, holding a large box and looking very suspicious. Their eyes are blood-red.
“Oh, it seems I have a fellow announcer joining me up here, pholks. Tali, what can I—” There’s a huge crash, and the sounds of a violent scuffle. Matsu’s voice is noticeably louder and panicked. “Phriends, Tali is acting very strange. I would have thought she would be down in the stands, waiting to watch the match, but she just attacked me! At the moment she is fiddling with the air circulation system, but I cannot leave my station to try to stop her. As it is, ghosts do not have to breathe, anyway. I’m sure everyone will be perfectly fine.”
Down below, Laz is staring up at the box, eyes glowing an eerie red. Something is definitely going on. On the other side, Donatello seems to have selected 2 of the nuns and attached them to a long metal chain. She has leapt up into the air and begun spinning them intensely. As she approaches Laz, alarms begin to blare.
“Everyone, a strange gas is seeping into the arena, what could this be? Tali? What are you doing?!” Tali looks up and shakes herself. She seems confused. The insane red in her eyes is gone. A sniffling has started up around the arena.
Donatello is obviously having trouble seeing; tears are running down her phace. She can’t see where to aim her nunchucks. There’s a smile on Laz’s lips.
“What’s wrong? Can’t handle a little onion gas?” The grinning ghost steps forward and whacks Donatello with her inflatable sword. The ghost crashes down and her nunchucks fly off.
“Donatello cannot continue; congratulations on your win Laz!” Matsu turns to Tali for a moment; an explanation instantly appears in her brain. “And to the referees down on the ground, it seems this was a ploy by Laz to begin with. Mind control is not against the rules, so don’t worry about it.” Matsu side-eyes Tali.
“Perhaps next time, Tali will be a little sneakier when she goes to wish a phighter luck. Donatello’s opponent certainly wasn’t happy about it.”
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Fiapfpwprlts hello please assign me a wand. I recently learned I might be a compulsive liar and am working towards fixing that(sorta)(slowly). Very dramatic. Pretty rangy personality that relies heavily on context, but mostly pretty loud and attempts to make many quips and sarcasms. On a scale of protectiveness I try to let people do their own thing but always worry and remind them to do stuff. I like to create! Have huge blisters on feet because refused to surrender to beingatbad at ice skating
Alright, so I have 4 possible wand woods, most with varying takes on “fixing being a compulsive liar/learning from the past”. I, uh, admittedly don’t really have anything that goes off of stubborn without tying into protectiveness, so… There’s hawthorn, for those are constantly changing, or who consider it an important mark in their past (or who work towards it). Pine is for those who feel guilt over their past, and who intend to grow beyond it. Yew is a rare wood for those who undergo change, who learn from the past and apply this knowledge to the future. Finally, the last one is the one possibility that isn’t necessarily based on the first line you gave me. Willow is for those who work in cycles and rhythms, who shift and change, fluid like water.
Other wand traits (conduit/core, length, and decorations) are explained in this post! Mostly bc I don’t have those worked out yet, whoops.
#ask dark#doing these off of real people is actually kinda difficult im discovering#bc there are so many aspects you could focus on#most characters are kinda 2d-ish or otherwise have traits that are heavily emphasized#but people? who knows man#whosvladagain#dramatic isnt a wand trait bc its a token trait of every single magic-user#theyre all so hopelessly dramatic#also aesthetic as fuck#they bred tiny cat-sized gryphons just because they could#cats? fuck that get yourself a cat-bird#now theres really nothing stopping them from knocking over all your fragile possessions#wand wizardry#waakvlam
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Flowers that can grow on wood, glass, stone, trees, EVERYTHING
i question whether or not this is shitty, but i want this mod, so...
#not that shitty#whosvladagain#minecraft#minecraft mods#shitty minecraft mods#flowers#ask#submission
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@whosvladagain is secretly @dannyphandump
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Phantom_Official @thephantommenace
im not saying the box ghost is sexy or anything be he ass do be kinda thic
RedItsDead @theredhuntress
^ Actual proof that Phantom is a menace to society that deserves to be exterminated slowly and painfully fingernail by fingernail as his ectoplasm puddles around his feet, trying to reform even as hes melted into the disgusting pool of scum he is.
Danny @danealarmstrong69
actually he has a point- have you seen his arms????
RedItsDead @theredhuntress
This is why I broke up with you
#phight club 2023#whosvladagain saves#danny phantom#Valerie grey#i guess he just wanted to fuck with her#idk how twitter works#is this a believable thread?#are we allowed to use threads???
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@whosvladagain replied: The first two are really good! I haven't read that last one yet... Brb
Ok, done! It was pretty awesome, high quality angst A+++ I'm gonna be honest here; I'm still rooting for the first one because... Uh gay. Except they're all gay. The first one is just lesbians. Also I really like Dora in the movie but they killed her D:
All of them are 10/10 quality and I have read each (except the one I just read cause I didn't know it existed) multiple times because even though I don't really understand smut...
Your writing has such deep and interesting views on the characters, marvelously bubbly fluff that makes the world seem light, and heart-wrenching angst that twists you all up inside. Basically: I would wait a hundred years just so I could read a chapter update and if it takes you a bit to write I don't mind and I would lap up any updates like a dog.
ppppsssssssstttt, your Dora one is really good so far (I know you took a bit of a chance posting w/w since for some reason a lot of fanfic readers don't like it????)
But I like it.
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fgfghfgkdjfsd Thank you so much 😭 I read your messages this morning and smiled all day. ;;;w;;; It means a lot to know that my works are still appreciated even if it’s a topic that won’t be seen a wider audience <333 And that all of the energy I put into my fics, the angst and fluff and layers of meaning, are noticed and cherished
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Sorry for the spam I just really like your art and style!
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when you get this, please reply five things that make you happy then send this to the last ten people in your notifications <33 (only if that’s fine you)
Thanks!
In no particular order, five things that make me happy are:
1) being able to wrap myself in a large, soft blanket on a cold day.
2) singing.
3) seeing the northern lights--a rare occurrence since I’ve moved to the city because, well, light, and me usually being in the city at night, so it’s extra delightful these days.
4) getting an email notification for a review (and reading said review) on one of my fics (I know, I know, but they really do make my day)
5) finally finishing something and just getting that satisfaction.
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Pspfpfwps me for the ask thing (don't worry bruh if it's not much- i was honestly just curious)
AYYYY FRIENDO! I still need to read your fic I just remembered haha
One of the first people I remember in the phandom, had some amazing entries in last year’s Phight Club, reblogs lots of good content, Also Shaped Like a Friend, genuinely nice and wholesome??? i just think you’re neat
(This is the last ask I’m taking for this btw just so everyone else knows)
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Holiday Truce 2019
Title: Don’t Worry About Your Back. I’ve Got It.
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1992
A/N: My Secret Santa gift for @whosvladagain!!! Happy Holidays!! Hope you enjoy!
Danny was enjoying his lunch at the Nasty Burger. It was a familiar scene: Sam and Tucker sat across him, with a tofu burger and a meat-filled monstrosity in front of each one, respectively.
“Tucker, that is absolutely disgusting.”
Sam was referring to the newest addition to the Nasty Burger’s menu that Tucker had been so eager to try out.
Danny had nothing against meat in general, but he had to draw the line somewhere. And that line was the “Nasty Burger’s Meaty Meatster Special”. All seven stacks of its meaty glory were a bit much, in his opinion.
“Look,” Tucker said between bites, “We already agreed a while back that just because you like vegetables and I like meat doesn’t mean we can be mean to each other about it.”
The techno-geek looked at her with eyebrows raised. “Remember? It’s all about respecting each other,” he said, making circular movements in the air with his hands to emphasize his “respectfulness”.
“I’m gonna have to side with Sam on this one, Tuck,” Danny said, eyeing the sauce traveling down his friend’s chin. “That thing is a meat monster. I’m getting flashbacks to when the Lunch Lady first attacked.”
Tucker let his meal fall to the plate. “Are you kidding me? Just because she’s your girlfriend now—“
“It’s got nothing to do with us dating! Have you seen what you’re eating? It’s an affront to nature!” Sam interrupted.
“Have you seen what you’re eating?,” the boy next to her replied, “An affront to the nature of my tastes is what it is!”
Danny tuned out his friends’ habitual bickering about the other’s diets with a fond smile and a shake of his head. Years have passed, and so much was different, but some things never change.
He looked out the window as Valerie zoomed past in the distance, a bright red figure against the gray of the sky, giving him a small wave. He waved back, but she was already gone.
As his gaze wandered idly over the street outside, there was no way to ignore all the red and green of the holiday decor. Amity Park was in a festive mood, and so was Danny. He was excited for Christmas. Which, honestly surprised him. After all these years. He was ready to celebrate with the people he loved. Maybe he should pay the Ghost Writer a visit to say thanks. Even if the guy had tried to kill him.
But, something was still bothering him.
A news broadcast of a fire he had stopped earlier today was playing in one of the shop windows. As he watched himself rescue the victims, he realized what it was.
Phantom.
“Uhh, Earth to Danny,” Sam said, waving her hand in front of the ghost boy’s face. “You were a million miles away just now. How were the sunsets on Jupiter?”
Danny shifted his attention back to their table. When had the two of them stopped arguing?
“I was just thinking, guys.”
“Dreaming ‘bout NASA again?” Tucker teased.
He rolled his eyes at his best friend and took a deep breath. His mind was made up.
“No, no. I’m telling my parents after the Christmas party.”
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“Man, are you sure about this?”
Danny took his time answering, letting his eyes rest on the little Christmas wreath that hung above the portal. He had helped his parents decorate this year, and he decided that it would be fitting to put some festive cheer around the portal. Since ghosts and the holidays go well together, surprisingly.
He breathed deeply, putting his attention back on his friends.
“Yes, I’m sure. It’s been four and a half years, Tuck. I’m moving out for college after the summer, and I just want to clear things. No more secrets.”
Sam looked up at him, worrying her lower lip. Then she moved past him to put a hand on the closed portal doors (thank Clockwork for the Truce), her back turned to them.
“We’re just looking out for you, you know that, right?” she asked in a small voice.
He answered “Yes”, not a hint of doubt in his voice. There was no way he could say no.
“And you’re right: it has been four and a half years. Four and a half crazy years that saw the three of us running around trying not to let the ghosts overwhelm Amity and Danny,” she said, still facing the portal.
Tucker snorted. “Don’t forget that we were also trying to make sense of high school at the same time. Not to mention we were the social outcasts. I don’t think a lot of people can say their teenage years were as...interesting as ours were.”
He moved to her right side in front of the ghostly gate. “And it all started here,” he said, pulling her hand into his. Their eyes met, and he kissed her forehead. A blush crept onto his face and hers. God, he would never get used to kissing her.
“Look at you two lovebirds getting all cozy in front of the fire.”
Danny jumped a little. He hadn’t noticed when the boy had moved to stand by his right side. The third party wriggled his eyebrows suggestively at the two of them. The ghost boy felt rather than saw Sam’s eye roll.
Then Tucker dropped it, and looked up at the ceiling.
“More than anything, we’re just trying to make sure you’re mentally ready for this. Like, is your psyche all set? They did hunt you and threaten to tear you apart ‘molecule by molecule’ for a long while,” his best friend said, eyebrows raised questioningly.
With the three of them in front of the portal, Danny let go of Sam’s hand to put his arms around his two closest friends and pulled them to him.
“It’s been a year since they officially became Phantom’s allies, guys. They’re my parents. Christmas is supposed to be spent with family, right? I’d like to have one holiday I can spend honestly with them, for once. I’m ready to tell them, and Jazz and I think they’re ready to know,” he paused, having said what he needed to.
This seemed to placate them for the time being, and Danny was glad they understood.
“Speaking of Jazz, Tuck don’t give me a mental review, my sister’s already done enough. And, she’ll be there to back me up in case…” he trailed off. He swallowed, and the two of them leaned more into him, offering silent support. He shook his head. Christmas was supposed to be spent with family, and he was glad to have them with him.
This was another big event in Danny’s life, and the members of their little huddle stood quiet before the portal for some time, reminiscing.
After a few minutes of silence, Danny couldn’t resist.
Breaking into a wide grin, he said,“Wow. Guess the holidays this year have us feeling extra Santa-mental, huh?”
The two at his sides groaned, but didn’t break away.
“Way to ruin the moment, dude,” the techno-geek complained.
Danny smiled, and held his friends more tightly.
When they broke apart, Tucker went up ahead of them, eager to help the other Fentons set up for the dinner party (and maybe find a meaty snack in the process). Danny and Sam took their time going up, their hands locked once more.
Once they reached the base of the steps, Sam looked over her shoulder and at the portal, a pout fixed onto her mouth.
He frowned. He took her pale chin in his hand and slowly swiveled her head to face him. It seemed that it was his turn to reassure her.
“I wouldn’t take back any of those years for the world,” he said, emphasizing each word.
Her intense amethyst eyes bore into his. A small smile found its way onto her face, and she squeezed his hand. “I know. I wouldn’t either.”
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Their little Christmas party hadn’t gone on long enough, in Danny’s opinion. All too soon, everyone was saying their goodbyes and taking home some extra food.
Team Phantom stayed to one side while the parents present wrapped up (ha! Christmas pun) their goodbyes.
They were giving the other members a summary of his and Jazz’s plan. The redhead had said that it would help ease their worries, and he had agreed. And, they deserved to know what was going on.
There were nodding heads and thoughtful gazes all around as the rest of the team evaluated the Fenton siblings’ course of action.
“....and then I change and, well, we’ll see.”
Jazz placed an arm around his shoulders to ground him, and (not for the first time and not for the last time he was sure) he was glad she had come home for the holidays. Danny wished talking to his parents didn’t have to be such a big deal.
Valerie had been quiet throughout the discussion, avoiding eye contact. He wondered if she was reliving the time he had told her. (One afternoon he wouldn’t be forgetting any time soon.)
When she looked up, however, it was with a playful grin. She punched his shoulder. “Good luck, Phantom.” “I—We trust you,” she added more seriously, looking to the others who voiced their agreement.
“And we’ll be there if you need us. Seriously. Anything goes wrong you need to call us, man,” Tucker said. “And I don’t wanna have to deal with any of your heroic B.S. about dealing with things by yourself on Christmas Day, you hear?”
Danny raised his hands defensively, but was cut off by Sam.
“Jazz, we’re counting on you not to let him do anything stupid,” his girlfriend added to the older Fenton sibling as Danny rolled his eyes.
His sister’s eyebrows were raised in clear amusement at his friends’ statements. But she did say, “Don’t worry; this big sister is on extra alert for dumbassery this Christmas Eve.”
Danny shook his head in mock annoyance at their antics. Inside, he thanked Clockwork that his friends had kept things light. This was a big night, the outcome of which directly affected a huge aspect of his life, and he didn’t want to screw it up.
After they had all exchanged their last goodbyes and had said their final “Happy Holidays!” (and after one last gift under the mistletoe from Sam), he and the rest of the Fenton family fell to fixing up. It was… soothing, just washing the dishes and putting things away alongside his father and his mother and his sister. It helped him to clear his head a bit, and by the time he and Jazz started their little scheme, he felt more determined than ever.
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Danny’s parents were on the couch, snuggled up against each other. It was nearing midnight, the 25th just a couple of hours away. His dad said he was going to stay on the couch to watch for Santa Claus, while his mom said she was going to stay with him to prove that the big, red man wasn’t real. Both of them were drooping off, and their son smiled. It was a nice scene compared to the years of endless, pointless, and heated debates going back and forth about the existence of Ol’ Saint Nick. They looked so happy, he almost wished he didn’t need to disturb them.
He cleared his throat, and his parents startled. Quick as lightning, they each pulled out a capturing tool (Jack held an absurdly large butterfly net. Maddie was holding a coil of rope.) and very nearly succeeded in subduing the Christmas tree. They soon realized that it was not, in fact, Santa Claus who had awoken them, and sheepishly returned to their places on the sofa.
He gave the tree a once-over (not to worry; it looked pine) before he moved to sit in front of the couple on the couch.
“Mom, Dad, what do you honestly think of Phantom?”
#holiday truce 2019#holiday truce#secret santa#danny phantom#Christmas#Merry Christmas!!#@whosvladagain#sam manson#tucker foley#valerie gray#jazz fenton#jack fenton#maddie fenton#fluff#Christmas Reveal#my writing#mine
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