Danny Phantom, The Show:
geeky kid gets super powers from his parents' weird inventions! now he has to fight a rogue gallery of ghosts... but uh-oh! he still has to keep his grades up, deal with his embarrassing parents, and navigate girl troubles! rap theme song!
Danny Phantom, the Fandom, After 19 Years of Fermentation:
a child dies. but not quite. the inherent tension between life and death. the obsession of the dead for faded remnants of the living. warped green shadows on the walls of a dark laboratory. having to hide your true nature from those who should be your greatest allies. the fear of the monster you could become if you let yourself. being a ghost as a metaphor for the trans experience. a cold breath on the back of your neck in the dead of the night. rap theme song!
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phanniemay theme 7: time
(still playing catchup lol)
one of my favorite things is when benign phrases take on a darker meaning so here’s an unnecessarily angsty take on one of my favorite goofy videos
idk how well i got my point across but this is all kinda supposed to play off of all these ghosts having tragic backstories (ember’s isnt technically canon but it is widely accepted that she died in a housefire after a boyfriend dumped her or something) and now that all this time has passed after their deaths, theyre malevolent spirits that wreck havoc on others.
spectra doesnt seem to have that in common with the first two as far as backstory goes, however, it is implied (and shown in her debut episode in canon) that she’ll have a karmic ‘death’, in that all the time shes spent sucking youth from depressed teenagers will eventually catch up to her
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We don’t talk enough about the satisfying feeling you get as an author when you’ve written exactly the fic you wanna read
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Time and again boys are raised to be men
Impatient they start, fearful they end
But here was a man mourning tomorrow
Who drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow
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Jazz never fully considered that living in a contaminated place could have lasting effects. Sure, ecto-plasma gave her brother ghost powers, but that was mostly 'cause of the accident. She didn't think that the daily exposure to ecto-contamination would affect her. She was the 'normal' one that moved out, got an apartment in Bludhaven, and went to college.
Then it happened.
Her roommate had bought a jar of jelly beans. A big jar, the oversized one, most likely bought from Costco. Jazz spotted it half full on the counter one night, picked clean of her roommate's favored colors.
Jazz picked the jar up, opened it, fished around, and swiped a few beans before returning it. The next morning, there were only ten beans left - each four times their size from last night.
She spun the jar around, wondering what happened. Her roommate left for their boyfriend's last night. There wasn't anyone else here.
The beans hissed whe she screwed off the lid. Having a flashback to her first incounter with sentient hotdogs, Jazz slammed the lid back on before any could hop out.
Okey-doky.
Living jellybeans.
That was new.
Food reanimation hadn't been a problem since Jazz left home two months ago. Then again, her roommate commandeered the kitchen and had been doing all the cooking for them so far.
Jazz frowned at jar, eyebrows furrowing as she considered how on earth it got contaminated with ecto-plasim. And why was there only the ten 'sizzling cinnamon' in there when the jar was half full last night? There were plenty of other flavors in the mix. Were the jellybeans cannibalistic, and these were the ones that survived? But then there should be more than one type left. Did the flavor have something to do with it? Maybe an ingredient played a factor in the candies aggressivement.
The part of her brain that wanted to study psychology itched.
Unlike hotdogs and a revived roasted bird, Gummy Bears had always been safe when exposed to ecto-plasim. Something within their gummy form caused the bears to be sleepy, lazy creatures. Jazz picked up a small bag of them the next time she was out.
She dumped the gummies onto her desk, and they bounced harmlessly on the smooth surface. Jazz eyed the scattered bears, wondering how exactly she should go about this.
The only logical explanation for the jellybeans coming to life Jazz could think of was from her touching them. She pushed the thought away of what that meant for her.
Maybe she should treat this as a science project. Follow what she could remember of the scientific method.
First, she'd need a control group. Jazz grabbed her ruler and separated a portion of the bears with it. Then she poked and prodded the rest. In a few minutes, the first bear streched, yawned, and promptly pastout.
Okay, the gummies Jazz harassed were alive.
Now what?
Jazz's gaze landed on the unopened salt and pepper packets from last nights takeout. She plucked a groggy blue bear out of the snoozing pile and placed it by itself. Ripping open the salt packet, she poured it on the lone bear.
The bear sniffed and wiped its face with a forepaw before clasping with a quiet sob.
Jazz pluck another bear and poured the pepper packet on that one. This one snarled after the pepper grounds landed landed on it.
The peppered bear charged the crying one. Jazz could only watch in horror as it attacked the blue bear.
They rolled into the sleeping pile of gummies, and soon, as the pepper flakes spread, the pile became a war zone. Tiny rainbow bits of bear flew as the candies snarled, bit, and clawed each other.
In a panic, Jazz fetched the jellybean jar. She swept the bears into the jar, ignoring the bears nips and pinches on her skin.
Jazz dropped the jar on her desk as the beans joined the war.
Her brain still itched.
If salt made things cry and pepper made them aggressive, then what would other ingredients do?
She had to try again.
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