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the struggle is eternal

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@phantomrose96

Headcanon that Spectra follows phantomrose96’s blog to feed on the misery Chrissy creates.

Yet she can’t read any of the fics themselves: Spectra feeling so miserable would reverse the polarity of her powers and literally suck the youth out into burnt ghost metabolism. Yet she is more than able to sustain herself by laying low and reading the tags and replies.

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“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.”

— Kait Rokowski (via krysuvik)

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Short DPXDC Prompts #569 (nice)

If Tucker knew that this train was going to be held hostage for one of Riddlers schemes he would have taken the bus instead.

One participant of the train had to solve the Riddlers puzzles before they would meet some flavor of gruesome end. The Bats were working on establishing a connection to the transit captives to help with the clues but so far no dice.

This’ll be easy. What could go wrong?

Tucker volunteers to solve the Riddlers puzzles.

#danny phantom #beautiful

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I don't know how many people reblogging this are old enough to remember, but female authors often had to use initials to sell books to boys at all. SE Hinton and Louisa May Alcott (AM Barnard) did the same thing, for the same reason. And it isn't a problem of the past. I know many published authors who use their initials or an androgynous/masculine nickname because it's still hard to get half the market to buy something written by a woman, even if it's not as bad as it used to be. How many boys or parents of boys would've bought the first Percy Jackson book when it was initially published if it were written by Rachel Riordan? What about the novels by Stella King?

Why choose to criticize a still legitimate problem for authors with feminine names in a still sexist industry and market?

I’m making an effort to use Joanne Rowling’s biological name, and not the ridiculous fabrication she devised to sound more like a man and sell more books

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As someone who does this regularly and has been on both sides of the counter: this also makes you feel great when someone takes your recommendation and enjoys it. If I get a chance, I try to always report back to the recommender if I enjoyed it. Usually their face lights up and the response is "right?!" and we talk for a couple minutes more about what makes it good. It's acknowledging someone as a person beyond the cash register or serving apron, treating them like a human with valuable opinions rather than a shopkeeper NPC. And people remember you and like seeing you because you're not just another faceless customer, you're the person who actually sees them.

i have too much joie de vivre for this

#I ordered a shake Friday by asking the cashier what was good without nuts and mint #And she said blackberry or Oreo or peach #So I got blackberry marshmallow and it was so great #And yesterday I was at a sweet shop and deciding what to get and I asked the girl what she liked #And she said that a lot of people like the kronuts #Which is fine but I wasn't feeling it #So I asked her what she liked out of the brownies and cookies #And she got so excited about the cream cheese brownie #So I got it and it was indeed delicious #I like acknowledging people and the worth of their opinions

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you have invited strangers into your home, helen pevensie, mother of four.

without the blurred sight of joy and relief, it has become impossible to ignore. all the love inside you cannot keep you from seeing the truth. your children are strangers to you. the country has seen them grow taller, your youngest daughter’s hair much longer than you would have it all years past. their hands have more strength in them, their voices ring with an odd lilt and their eyes—it has become hard to look at them straight on, hasn’t it? your children have changed, helen, and as much as you knew they would grow a little in the time away from you, your children have become strangers.

your youngest sings songs you do not know in a language that makes your chest twist in odd ways. you watch her dance in floating steps, bare feet barely touching the dewy grass. when you try and make her wear her sister’s old shoes—growing out of her own faster than you think she ought to—, she looks at you as though you are the child instead of her. her fingers brush leaves with tenderness, and you swear your daughter’s gentle hum makes the drooping plant stand taller than before. you follow her eager leaps to her siblings, her enthusiasm the only thing you still recognise from before the country. yet, she laughs strangely, no longer the giggling girl she used to be but free in a way you have never seen. her smile can drop so fast now, her now-old eyes can turn distant and glassy, and her tears, now rarer, are always silent. it scares you to wonder what robbed her of the heaving sobs a child ought to make use of in the face of upset.

your other daughter—older than your youngest yet still at an age that she cannot be anything but a child—smiles with all the knowledge in the world sitting in the corner of her mouth. her voice is even, without all traces of the desperate importance her peers carry still, that she used to fill her siblings’ ears with at all hours of the day. she folds her hands in her lap with patience and soothes the ache of war in your mind before you even realise she has started speaking. you watch her curl her hair with careful, steady fingers and a straight back, her words a melody as she tells your eldest which move to make without so much a glance at the board off to her right. she reads still, and what a relief you find this sliver of normalcy, even if she’s started taking notes in a shorthand you couldn’t even think to decipher. even if you feel her slipping away, now more like one of the young, confident women in town than a child desperately wishing for a mother’s approval.

your younger son reads plenty as well these days, and it fills you with pride. he is quiet now, sitting still when you find him bent over a book in the armchair of his father. he looks at you with eyes too knowing for a petulant child on the cusp of puberty, and no longer beats his fists against the furniture when one of his siblings dares approach him. he has settled, you realise one evening when you walk into the living room and find him writing in a looping script you don’t recognise, so different from the scratched signature he carved into the doors of your pantry barely a year ago. he speaks sense to your youngest and eldest, respects their contributions without jest. you watch your two middle children pass a book back and forth, each a pen in hand and sheets of paper bridging the gap between them, his face opening up with a smile rather than a scowl. it freezes you mid-step to find such simple joy in him. remember when you sent them away, helen, and how long it had been since he allowed you to see a smile then?

your eldest doesn’t sleep anymore. none of your children care much for bedtimes these days, but at least sleep still finds them. it’s not restful, you know it from the startled yelps that fill the house each night, but they sleep. your eldest makes sure of it. you have not slept through a night since the war began, so it’s easy to discover the way he wanders the halls like a ghost, silent and persistent in a duty he carries with pride. each door is opened, your children soothed before you can even think to make your own way to their beds. his voice sounds deeper than it used to, deeper still than you think possible for a child his age and size. then again, you are never sure if the notches on his door frame are an accurate way to measure whatever it is that makes you feel like your eldest has grown beyond your reach. you watch him open doors, soothe your children, spend his nights in the kitchen, his hands wrapped around a cup of tea with a weariness not even the war should bring to him, not after all the effort you put into keeping him safe.

your children mostly talk to each other now, in a whispered privacy you cannot hope to be a part of. their arms no longer fit around your waist. your daughters are wilder—even your older one, as she carries herself like royalty, has grown teeth too sharp for polite society— and they no longer lean into your hands. your sons are broad-shouldered even before their shirts start being too small again, filling up space you never thought was up for taking. your eldest doesn’t sleep, your middle children take notes when politicians speak on the wireless and shake their heads as though they know better, and your youngest sings for hours in your garden.

who are your children now, helen pevensie, and who pried their childhood out of your shaking hands?

#narnia

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I was at a writer's conference today, at a panel on using social media platforms to grow your author brand and sell books, and they named a bunch of websites that are good to use, and one of the authors was like "don't start with Reddit, they make Twitter seem nice" and someone (me) was like, "any tips for Tumblr?" And he says "DON'T EVEN TRY, THEY ARE WORSE THAN REDDIT, STAY AWAY FROM TUMBLR"

Um. Too late, and apparently a third of my marketing strategy is too scary for the average author?

#Writing #Been working on original stuff #Going to try out Kindle Vella #Eventually I'll barcode scrape ITD and put it there #But starting easy with high school romance #With some favorite tropes: #Fake dating #Slow burn #Slice of life #Secret magical creatures #It's a contemporary fantasy #Once I have a name #I'll be creating a blog for it #Take that sir

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Danny Phantom, Teen Titans (Animated Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jack Fenton/Maddie Fenton, Danny Fenton & Jack Fenton, Danny Fenton & Vlad Masters, Maddie Fenton/Vlad Masters, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton, Danny Fenton & Dick Grayson, Danny Fenton & Garfield Logan, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Danny Fenton, Dick Grayson, Vlad Masters, Maddie Fenton, Jazz Fenton, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Valerie Gray, Garfield Logan, Penelope Spectra Additional Tags: Parent Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Underage Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, This Is Not Going To Go The Way You Think, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net, Revised Version, Domestic Violence, No Slash, Friendship, Danny does not join the Teen Titans, Tags Contain Spoilers, Character Death, The tags make this sound a lot worse than it is. It's not that heavy. Series: Part 1 of Into the Dark Summary:

Danny Fenton has lost his father, left his hometown, and is the prize in a battle he doesn't even know is being fought. With his mother distracted and his old friends far away, Danny struggles with who to trust in this world of changing loyalties. Unfortunately, those in charge aren't about to give him time to decide.

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For the DC day of Crossover Danuary Week, I decided to update the first five chapters of a story I’m rewriting. It’s a Teen Titans/Danny Phantom crossover where Danny doesn’t join the Teen Titans.

@amorpho

#crossover danuary week 2022 #dp x dc #into the dark #danny phantom #teen titans #itd #rewritten version into the dark #my work

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Force Aquatica Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Danny Fenton, Quinn (Force Aquatica) Additional Tags: Crossover Danuary Week 2022, This one was so fun, Danny is the Dad friend Summary:

Danny runs into a kid in the middle of a snowy night with no coat. Dad mode activated.

#crossover danuary week 2022 #danny phantom #force aquatica #Danny's all grown up #and the Dad friend #Quinn (Force Aquatica)

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Spider-Man (Comicverse), Spider-Man - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Clockwork (Danny Phantom), Peter Parker, May Parker (Spider-Man) Additional Tags: One More Day, very very short, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Remember when Peter was going through all those places and times, to try to find someone to save Aunt May?, Yeah this is one of those places, Or as Verl on discord put it: ‘Please mess with time for me’ ‘No c:’ Summary:

When Aunt May was shot in the One More Day arc, Dr Strange let Peter ask everyone possible if they could help save her. This includes a certain Master of Time. The result is what you'd expect.

#crossover danuary week 2022 #dp x spiderman #danny phantom #one more day #clockwork

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Danny Phantom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Fenton/Sam Manson, Ember McLain & Danny Fenton Characters: Danny Fenton, Ember McLain, Sam Manson Additional Tags: the snap, Another short one for, Crossover Danuary Week 2022, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Temporary Character Death Summary:

He'd been fighting Ember when it happened. To be honest, he was going through the motions. Fourteen years in, he knew that Ember just wanted to let off steam because she was fighting with Skulker. Danny could accommodate that. He dodged a blast easily when his Fenton earpiece came to life.

"Danny, you need to come home right now!"

Danny stopped where he was and held a hand up to Ember. "Sam, what's wrong?"

"Jackson disappeared! He, he turned to dust and vanished, just come home!"

#crossover danuary week 2022 #dp x marvel #the snap #next gen #Jackson and Lilith Fenton #I like their names #danny phantom #marvel #mcu #danny fenton #sam manson

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Danny Fenton, Maddie Fenton, Jack Fenton Additional Tags: Crossover Danuary Week 2022, More like a prologue than an actual story, but hey, Didn't plan on participating, but here we are Summary:

Long ago, the four nations lived in harmony.

Everything changed as time moved on. Between earthquakes and Earthbenders, tsunamis and volcanoes, the face of the world changed. The time of only four nations was long gone with 193 countries and 6.6 billion people on the planet. Benders were a myth, a legend, a story for children and drinking songs. Less than one hundredth of a percent of the world population had the capability to bend and only a minority of those, often those who lived away from the distractions of pervasive technology, were aware of their abilities. Despite the lack of evidence, there were some believers in the legends - namely, the Fentons.

#crossover danuary week 2022 #danny phantom #avatar the last airbender #dp x atla #short fic

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Where do people talk about Danny Phantom now?

I haven’t been on in three years.

#Danny Phantom #phandom