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ecto-american · 4 years

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Phic Phight Oneshot for @phantomroyalty : Natural born halfas (EX a child with one ghost parent and one human parent) used to be common place. Now they are all gone. What happened to them?

It’s been a rough day lads, and this is purely self-indulgent nonsensical headcanon stuff that I wrote while partly crying over stress! Thus, fun fact for you! You can’t critique or criticize this because if you do, I absolutely will cry again! I know it sucks, it jumps around and makes Zero Sense bc editing? idk her but I just need to be able to post my fun shit and have a good time :’) I’ll even put literally everything under the cut

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“Cas?”

Danny looked up from his phone to glance at his mom before his eyes shifted to see who she was referring to. A dark skinned man about his mom’s height with black hair to his shoulders, in jeans and a dark yellow t-shirt was standing with a grocery cart. The man looked around confused for a moment before turning to his mom. Once facing her, he shot her a bright smile.

“Aye, Mads,” he called out cheerfully.

“Oh, I haven’t seen you since college!” Maddie exclaimed, and Danny internally groaned. He returned his attention back to his phone, continuing to lean onto the grocery cart. He began to text his friends about the interruption. “I can’t believe you came to Amity Park and didn’t tell me!”

He heard his mom continuing to chat. His name soon came up, and he glanced up.

“This is my son, Danny.”

Cas was giving him a bright smile. Danny gave a polite half smile in return, only to freeze as ghost sense went off. He noticed at the end of the isle, a young adult turning the corner, in his early twenties with very long, light blonde hair. Super long, especially for a guy. Jean jacket and dark washed jeans, a regular black band t-shirt. Very ordinary.

“Dad, they don’t have any salt,” he complained, but he paused upon seeing the conversation.

“Oh, uh, this is my son, Peter,” Cas introduced briefly, and his entire demeanor shifted. Danny couldn’t help but completely forget the texting conversation. This dude was suddenly...so nervous. “Peter, this is Maddie. We went to college together.”

Peter didn’t come any closer to them. He gave a light, polite wave from afar, and Danny knew that he was staring at his mom...almost nervously.

“I’m terribly sorry, but we need to get going,” Cas apologized. He pulled the grocery cart with him as he stepped towards his son. “Busy schedule. It was good seeing you!”

“Oh you too!” Maddie was cheerful, seemingly oblivious to the others. The father son duo left the isle, and out of sight. Danny watched after them.

“Where’d you know him from?” Danny wondered. He glanced to see Maddie putting some boxed dinners into their cart.

“Cas? He was an old classmate of your dad and I. Before Vlad, he worked on the portal with us, but ended up dropping out to care for his son, but I’m so glad to hear that he eventually went back and finished. He was always a very smart man,” Maddie replied. She glanced at the list in her hand. “We don’t have much more to get. Let’s try to get done before the rush really comes in.”

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“Phantom,” a voice called out to him. Danny glanced over to see Peter standing nearby. The halfa shot him a smile, capping his thermos and a light salute. Though inside he was a bit shaky. Was he really just? Watching that entire fight?

“Hello, citizen!” Danny put on his public hero voice. He paused, half turning away as he prepared to leave. “Well uh, ghost’s contained. I’ll see you around!”

“No!” Peter’s harsh, desperate plea caught him off guard. “Please. We need to talk. I know your secret.” Danny’s blood ran cold.

“What secret?” Danny asked quickly. “There’s no secret. I’m a ghost, what secret could I have?”

Peter’s look, that absolute knowing, scared Danny. Despite it, he didn’t seem malicious like he had feared.

“You can’t run, because I really, really actually need your help,” Peter asked. “I know you’re half ghost.” He hurriedly added at Danny’s panicked look, “But I don’t know who your human half is! I don’t care who either, I just really need to know how you’re so stable.”

The entire statement caught Danny absolutely off guard. Peter wasn’t giving off any kind of vibe like he was with the Guys in White, nor that he was going to hurt him. He couldn’t even sense anybody else around, and he had been fighting in the area long enough to have already set off booby traps if they existed. And his ghost sense...had gone off around him sporadically.

“What do you mean?” Danny asked. Peter’s lower lip trembled.

“I’m half ghost too,” he claimed. Danny stared, his heart stopping. “But I can’t...it’s literally killing me.”

“I don’t believe you,” he whispered. Peter motioned for him to move back a bit. Danny did.

There were no familiar rings or flash of light that always signaled his transformation. A dark shadow seemed to overwhelm the other, and left behind a figure that was unmistakably ghostly. Electric blue skin that was forever crackling with purple energy with matching purple eyes, the once blond hair now pitch black and floating around him softly. His outfit didn’t change, but Danny’s ghost sense did go off.

Peter held his hand up, and a purple dome shield came up. An ectoplasmic dome shield. He didn’t know how to feel at this revelation. Danny could only stare in awe at the other. There was more like him. It wasn’t just him and Vlad and Dani. They weren’t alone, there were oth-

The newly exposed halfa doubled over with a groan of pain. The shield quickly melted away, and Danny tensed up. He took a step forward.

“D-Don’t!” Peter’s voice gurgled, and Danny stopped. The newly discovered halfa fell to his knees and knees, and he threw up as his ghostly form melted away. As the form melted away, Danny could feel the air being filled with a rush of electricity and static before it finally faded.

“...Are you okay?” Danny called out.

“Yeah, that’s normal,” Peter wheezed, wiping his mouth as he stood back up, wiping his knees of dirt and gravel. “My ghost powers are super unstable. I can’t…not without...” He paused before glancing up at Danny. “Did you ever have a time where you were struggling to get your powers to work?”

“Yeah,” the teen nodded.

“I’m the opposite. I have to force myself to turn it off, and it takes so much energy, and every time I just try to utilize a little bit of power, it’s this…” Peter trailed off. “It’s overwhelming. And it hurts. And I can’t just bottle it up forever. If I don’t let it lose sometimes...it’s not pretty. I try to do it in isolated areas. Just let the excess energy out.”

Danny could only imagine the kind of destruction. If he had to guess, based on the electricity in the air, this guy had some kind of electric core.

“How’d you...know about me anyway?” Danny changed the subject.

“I didn’t put puzzle pieces together, if that’s your concern,” Peter assured him. “The other halfa told me.” Danny’s eyes widened. “It’s why my dad and I came to Amity Park. We’ve been looking for a halfa to help us, or uh, rather help me.”

“Wait Vlad told you!?” he blurted out. What the fuck, cheesehead!? Oh, when Danny found him, he was gonna.

“No?” Peter’s puzzled tone snapped him out of his anger. “There’s...more than just us three left?” Danny’s undead heart skipped a beat.

“Five,” Danny replied. “Who’s this other halfa?”

Peter stared somberly at him, glancing at his feet briefly as he toed with some of the rubble.

“...I don’t know his human name. I purposefully didn’t ask,” Peter told him. “I originally asked him to help me, but he’s in a terrible spot and needed help of his own, help we couldn’t give. Not without getting ourselves in worse trouble. He said you were a halfa though. It had to be worth a shot. There’s not many of us left anymore.”

“How’d you even become half-ghost?” Danny asked curiously. Peter cocked his head in confusion.

“I was? Born this way? Ghost mom, human dad?” he said slowly. He studied Danny curiously, and it seemed to click. “Wait were you not born half ghost?”

“You were born this way?” Danny asked back. His mind was going crazy. You could be born a half-ghost? That was possible? How come his parents never knew that? This would definitely explain why his dad seemingly dropped the Fentons as a friend... “Wait, many of us left?”

Peter’s face told him nearly everything. Something happened. Something bad. The other cleared his throat.

“Um...yeah,” he said quietly. “It’s kind of a long story. I don’t know all the details, cause I was kinda young, but basically...there was a lot of us. We had our own little section of the Ghost Zone. Do you know how the Bermuda Triangle is a giant natural ghost portal?” Danny nodded in confirmation. “There’s a section of the Ghost Zone near where it spawns most often that we used to inhabit, because of all the otherworldly crossing. Well, we were there. Before the Guys in White found out about us, and they came, and.”

His breath hitched. Danny felt sick. The Guys in White...knew. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. They not only knew, but did this...oh fuck then that meant that there was a chance that they knew about him, and Vlad, and…..oh no.

“My dad said I nearly died too,” Peter continued. “One of the full ghosts saved me, smuggled me out. And my mom’s a doctor and was able to save me, but I was in a coma for like two months. Some made it out alive too. The unlucky ones…”

“...Died?” Danny guessed quietly. Peter let out a breathless chuckle.

“No. They’re lucky if the GIW just killed them,” he replied flatly. “It’s honestly terrible. I don’t think you wanna know.” Peter was right; Danny didn’t want to know. It was Peter’s turn to be curious. “So...you weren’t born this way? Right? So how…”

“I was in an accident,” Danny kept it simple. Peter raised an eyebrow.

“Must be one hell of an accident,” he commented. Danny chuckled nervously. Peter sighed heavily. “So, I still don’t know if you can actually help my stabilization issue…cause of the differences…”

“I’ll do what I can!” Danny blurted out. Peter’s face brightened. “Please. I’d love to know more about halfas. We can compare stuff.” The young adult let out a sigh of relief.

“Come to my house tonight, my parents can tell you everything they know,” Peter agreed. He reached into his pocket to pull out the familiar small notebook. He ripped a page out, jotting down an address Danny already knew. “Just...come alone.”

Danny nodded, holding his hand out for the paper. Peter gave it to him, and despite the other powering down, Danny still felt a bit of an electric shock as they grazed hands.

“I’ll see you then,” Danny promised.

Grasping the note, he waved a goodbye, and he flew out. He had so much to tell Jazz.

#my phics #phics #phic phight #team ghost #idek if i'm gonna put this on ffn or ao3 bc it's just self indulgent and i jsut need to write my ocs and stuff bc im gonna die one day #hopefully soon

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the-clocktower · 4 years

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Hey, CW! I love your blog and personally apologize that you were forced into making it (I feel that on many levels), but, uh, quick question... how bad are you at web design because this design is awful and I'm sorry. The body text is a poor font choice for readability, the tag color is the same as the background, everything blends in FAR too much, there's no visuals whatsoever which is fine, maybe, if the colors differed, but you NEED a background of #4d0066 and an off-white text and also

Danny waited patiently after explaining his plan clearly and concisely, giving his friends the time that they needed to think everything over before deciding. He gave them twelve seconds, which, really, that was plenty of time. “So? C’mon, let’s get to work! CW is only gonna be distracted so long.”

“No, no, no, back up here. You stole their laptop- They have a laptop?” Tucker looked some mixture of delighted and confused, Danny feeling a surge of empathy for the same exact feelings he had gone through when discovering the laptop and subsequently the blog that CW had actually made (an event shortly followed by Danny being forced to sit down and finish his homework). “And you want to… what do you want to do?”

“Change their blog, duh. I mean, look- Here, let me show you what it looks like right now.” Danny, still in his ghost form, flew over to Sam’s large and ridiculously extravagant bed before letting himself fall and bounce a couple times before settling, making sure he was stable before pulling the borrowed laptop out of his backpack.

Sam and Tucker were quick to settle on either side of him, both of them making similar noises of disgust and horror once Danny brought up the correct blog, which, thank you, honestly. CW finally made a blog and apparently knew nothing about design.

“Jesus… I feel like I might actually cry over this- Did they use the same color for the text and background- What is this font- Danny. Danny, I can’t- I’m having an attack.” Tucker dramatically clutched his heart and fell backwards as he ‘died,’ Danny snorting as he turned to Sam.

“Well… it could definitely use some work,” Sam admitted, taking the laptop and getting to the customization screen in a few short clicks. “There, now if anything happens, they can blame me and you won’t have to go around pouting at being yelled at.”

“I don’t pout,” Danny muttered, leaning up against Sam as Tucker scrambled and moved to sit on Sam’s other side so she was now in the middle, laptop easily reachable by all of them. “Okay, so, that background color has got to go first. Like. Now.”

“No, no, we need a title for this blog first,” Tucker argued, leaning over to jab a finger at the screen. “Look at that empty space. It’s making me cry, Danny.”

“Boys, boys, settle down,” Sam made a clicking noise with her tongue, clicking around on the screen before bringing up a list of themes - free ones, Danny noticed. Honestly, disgustingly rich and she still searched for whatever was free or cheapest, which… fair. “We’re changing this blog theme, first. It’s disgusting.”

The three were silent as they scrolled through the choices, communicating in grunts, mutters, and disgusted noises. Danny was almost sure they wouldn’t actually get anywhere before he was jabbing the screen hard enough to move it, “There. That one. It’s perfect-”

“We are not giving him a Miraculous Ladybug themed blog, Danny,” Sam sighed, Danny offended at how Jazz the tone she used was. “We’re all better than that.”

“Speak for yourself,” Tucker snorted, finally shaking his head. “Forget it, colors and title first, then blog. At least with colors we’ll know what we’re looking for better, right?”

“Alright, alright,” Sam groaned. “Colors and title first. What should we use for a title? I don’t know enough about them to choose anything good.”

Danny blinked as the two turned to look at him, panicking for a moment before blurting out the first thing that came to mind. The looks only turned into confused frowns and baffled expressions, which, okay, fair, since Danny had spoken in Latin.

Clearing his throat, he spoke it more clearly, giving a shrug, “Pulvis et umbra sumus. It’s something I learned when they were helping me with Latin, it just means we are but dust and shadow.”

Sam and Tucker went quiet, shared a look, and then nodded together before Sam was typing it in with a quiet, “Fitting.” It really was, when Danny thought about it, so, there. That was one thing done. “Okay, next up is title font.”

Clicking open the options, Tucker was half-shouting at once, “Comic Sans! Sam, we gotta give him Comic Sans-”

“No, no, choose that Grumpy one, now that is perfect.” Plus CW’s reaction would be hilarious.

“What? No- Comic Sans!”

“But Tuck, c’mon, the pun-”

“Both of you shut up,” Sam snapped, glaring at the two of them almost at once which was actually impressive, if Danny had to admit to it. “We’re giving them 1785 Baskerville.”

Danny and Tucker were both quiet, sharing a long look before Tucker decided he wanted to become a ghost ahead of schedule, “Boo, you goth.” He was shoved off the bed for his troubles, something which Danny managed to not laugh at if only so he wasn’t shoved off as well.

Once Tucker crawled back onto the bed they got back to designing, arguing over colors (“Oh my God, it should not be taking this long to have a sample color just pick something!”), font choices (“No, screw you both, we’re going to use Google Fonts like a normal family we are not having another fight over this!”), and which theme they should go with (“You know what? Screw it- Screw it! We’re just going to use the Tumblr Official theme like heathens and edit that!”)

It was taking longer than Danny thought it would, but slowly and surely the blog was coming together, Tucker having firmly taken over once it got to the actual coding part of the website, which was how they ended up with transparent textures to go with their background color (“Aw, but, guys, c’mon, this texture looks like stars! How cool is that!”), a transparent texture for the posts themselves (“I know you like your stars, Danny, but it won’t work with the font color and look, the parchment fits, don’t you think?”), and even a cooler looking blog title (“You know what? Here, no, we’ll put a text-shadow command on the title- There. That looks pretty cool, don’t you think?”)

There were a few hiccups along the way in choices (“No, no, make his avatar shape a square, because… you know. He’s such a square.”), but at the end they had a nice blog that really had taken way too long and Danny was half-certain that CW was about to show up and yell at them any second.

“You know,” Sam said at the very end, “This is still kind of a boring looking blog, everything considered. We could have gone way more crazy with all of this.”

“I mean… yeah, I guess so,” Danny admitted, closing the laptop and carefully putting it back in his bag. “But I didn’t want to like, you know, really make something crazy, I guess. I mean… Their blog sucked, but it’s still their blog, you know?” Danny shrugged, floating off the bed and giving a light stretch. “Dunno, just figured I’d tweak it a little to fit them better instead of having them waste time on it. You know, show off that wise old mentor who cares and has everything together and stuff thing.”

Danny barely even finished before a pillow being thrown at his face, Tucker laughing as Sam booed him. “You’re too nice! Get that sickeningly sweet attitude out of my room!” She was grinning even as she ‘yelled’ at him, Danny rolling his eyes with a laugh as he did as told.

Not even half an hour later and Danny was back where he started, laptop returned to its proper place and back open and waiting.

It was the latest ask that he saw in the inbox that had him pausing, Danny reading through the ask and unable to help himself whatsoever as he snickered before clicking the ask to respond.

you know what asker? you’re absolutely right so lets try this out

-Danny

[Story and blog re-design by ibelieveinahappilyeverafter.]

#ask blog #danny phantom #clockwork #long post #text #(story)#(this post is basically saying danny took over the blog)#(and gave it a new look)#(blog owner is to friend as i am to danny)#(i hated their blog too much so i fixed it muah ha ha)

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phantommarhked · 4 years

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So this is my entry for CartoonFreakshow's Wes Weston NG contest held some time ago, they're the kids of Wes and one of my OCs, hope you guys like em! ^U^ I hope you find find the info decent ;;w;; Name: Dorothea Arany-Weston

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Species: Halfa

Orientation: Bisexual, Demiromantic

Parents: Wesley Weston and Matild Arany-Weston

Powers: Standard ghost powers, telekinesis, mild mind control, still discovering the rest

Likes: Fashion, figure skating, modelling, calligraphy, sand sculpting, experimental films, mural painting, spicy food, teamwork

Dislikes: Overly sweet food, getting dirty, lattes, unnecessary fights, lizards, history, heat, ghosts, sunburns, irresponsible people

Personality: She's more often than not the calming energy of the three sisters, she likes helping her sisters best she could. She's pretty proud of her appearance and would not be one to be humble when compliments are given, she's encouraging towards others and would gladly accept any rival she meets as a sort of friendly competition. She likes doing backhanded insults when she's insulted by someone she holds no liking to, but otherwise, she still attempts to keep an open mind to prevent herself from holding prejudices. (She sometimes fails at it.)

Backstory: She was born a human, her mother being something close to a shaman didn't really pass any of the psychic/medium powers to her, so she was pretty much just a normal kid. She was contented to just be a normal kid since she saw the famed half ghost fighting ghosts every now and again and she figured she didn't want that or anything involving the supernatural since she saw how dangerous it was.

When her sisters were born, she was three. As she grew older she took her role as the eldest seriously and she would be caught watching after her younger sisters. When her sisters showed signs of psychic/medium powers, she began looking for ways to help them control it instead of going into constant trances. As an elder sister she pretty much saw to it that whenever their parents were out either on vacation or business related trips, she would take charge easily and be able to follow their parents orders.

She studied in Amity Park's Casper High and had been able to show her prowess at arts and that was where she got to meet one of Danny's children. Mercutio Fenton. As a child of twelve, her first instinct was to go with her father's dislike for the Fentons, so she just scrawled a note to him saying "you suck" and stuck it in his textbook. She didn't expect him to wait for her after school to try and learn why she wrote him that note. It was because of that fact that they grew closer to each other and became best friends.

As she grew older, her love for art grew and she went further with even learning calligraphy. Soon enough she began joining mural contests and sand sculpting contests. At the age of fifteen, she grew interested in figure skating and began taking lessons. This she used for inspiration for new pieces, turning it into stories for every piece she did.

By the time she was sixteen, she began dating Mercutio and was scouted as a model, a job she gladly took up with great enthusiasm. It was the best thing she had done, but one thing just might change everything for her.

It was when Mercutio was visiting his grandparents that she was invited by him so they could look at the lab where Jack had some old ghost hunting weapons. She was there with Mercutio, they were both trying to figure out what each item was for and inspecting it when Mercutio found an ectoplasmic ray cannon. He grew curious and began fiddling with the machinery, trying to figure out if it was still functioning. It unfortunately was and he accidentally pulled the trigger, the ectoplasm going straight for Dorothea who was inspecting the ghost portal. She became unconscious and the next thing she knew, she woke at the hospital. Her father was upset with her but even more so at Mercutio - and his family...again - her mother in turn was worried and had spent the whole time trying to figure out if anything wrong happened. She spent a few days at the hospital before she went back to school. It didn't hit her immediately but when she began noticing that people sometimes panicked whenever they were talking and was calling for her name repeatedly or when her sisters would go into far more frequent trances, she began getting worried. She told her mother about what had been happening and this led to her being brought to Danny Fenton who explained to her what might be happening to her. As her powers made itself known, she began getting some lessons from Mercutio and his father on how to control them.

She had done her best to act like nothing was wrong but she found it difficult to keep up with her modelling and figure skating so she dropped out of both. Letting out her emotions through painting and writing, she broke up with Mercutio and had shut herself in her room where she would try to control her powers in her room. Her father was reluctant to let in the Fentons but had contacted them in hopes that they could help.

At age seventeen, she began getting a hold of her powers and she was starting to be able to adjust her time management to be able to do what she'd done before. At the same time she began helping out Mercutio and his family in fighting ghosts.

Name: Hajnalka Arany-Weston

Age: 14

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Orientation: Undecided, Demiromantic

Parents: Wesley Weston and Matild Arany-Weston

Powers: Psychic/Medium powers

Likes: Online and Tabletop roleplaying, sports, swimming, historical and fantasy films, renaissance art, renfairs, fantasy and historical fiction books, classical theatre, dancing, triathlons, sweet and sour foods, bragging

Dislikes: Spicy food, small spaces, insects, cats, science, being stuck inside, romcoms, high pitched voices, dolls, being late, staying indoors for too long

Personality: She appears to be a tough girl with her constant sports participation and aggressively competitive behaviour on the field but outside of that part of her life, she'd be found to be as sedate as her sisters. Of course that was not always the case since when she was younger she had a very short temper, she's fast to hold grudges and likes to get even with people that hurt her or her family. She's got some insecurities about when she goes into trances when she still couldn't control her psychic powers but as time went on she began accepting what she could about it. She's prideful of her achievements and of her family's achievements so she isn't really one to back down from a pissing contest when someone brags about what they could do. This often leads her to butting heads with different people.

Backstory: Being the elder by fifteen minutes to her twin sister, she was the first to begin exhibiting psychic powers at a young age and she grew frightened of it, trying to hide her abilities but being unable to stop the trances or from her becoming a sort of vessel for ghosts to use. Her parents found out and her mother began helping her control those abilities while her elder sister did her best to help her out with stemming the effects of her abilities.

She always bonded with her father in sports and he encouraged her when she said she wanted to become a basketball player one day. So they'd always play with each other, and if she ends up in a trance in the middle of their game, Wes would just reassure her that it was nothing to be worried about.

It wasn't til she was seven that her twin sister began showing signs of her abilities as well, this led to Hajnalka immediately sitting her twin down to explain to her what she needs to learn so that her abilities won't get in the way of her life.

As a child she had an interest in history and fantasy and had often had some books about either genre stuffed in her locker or backpack. As she grew older she began going to Ren fairs and to conventions as well as joining some LARPing for kids her age. She gets a bit intense though.

She joined the basketball team when she was thirteen and had kept improving all the while trying to live a normal life even with her occasional trances.

Name: Hayley Arany-Weston

Age: 14

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Orientation: Asexual, Biromantic

Parents: Wesley Weston and Matild Arany-Weston

Powers: Psychic/Medium powers

Likes: Puzzle and mind games, investigative journalism, the Twilight Zone series, photography, short films, crime investigation TV shows, martial arts, sweets and pastries

Dislikes: Math, sour food, pranks, horror stories, high places, Puns, vague people, gum, getting their pictures taken

Personality: She tends to be too probing whenever she wants to get to know someone she talks to and she sometimes forgets to give people their privacy but she sometimes finds it hard cause of her curiosity. She's an ambivert though most of the times she prefers to being in the company of her family since she found that they could at least understand her when she starts rambling about various subjects. Though when someone needs help she willingly gives them her aid and would do her best to give them what they want or need. She's the more forgiving between her and her sisters. She likes to be a know it all and would often gloat whenever she was right in her assumptions, this sometimes leads to people not exactly liking her.

Backstory: She was the younger between her and Hajnalka, though this didn't really change much of their dynamic or attitude. She was a late bloomer with the psychic abilities that her twin and her mother possessed, but it didn't completely bother her since she would oftentimes spend the day reading or looking up various information that she finds helpful. And when she did develop her abilities, she gladly accepted every advice and training her family gave her, as well as the self defence training her dad taught her. She really wasn't against that.

Unlike her twin though who tried to hide her abilities, she would often use hers to help people when they want to talk to someone that had died, this though would often get her warnings from her mother who would remind her to choose who she'll help carefully. Those warnings were sometimes taken to heart, sometimes she would ignore them. Sometimes when she helps people it turns out good, sometimes, it ends up bad. Very bad. Fun Facts: -Hayley accepts payment for her psychic services through favours. -Hajnalka is a big fan of various fantasy and historical fiction books. -Mercutio and Dorothea has an on and off relationship until college where they finally go steady. -Hayley is deathly allergic to bees. -Hajnalka is allergic to shrimp. She doesn't really care though, not as if she eats the stuff. -Dorothea has a pug she named Cookiedough -Hayley likes to sneak some butter cookies to Cookiedough. -Hajnalka just wants a dog that doesn't sound like it's gonna fall over dead due to wheezing. -Wes and Matild take the three girls out once a week to spend time together as a family. -Wes is closest to Dorothea and Hajnalka, Hayley and he are close but he finds that Matild and Hayley are closer together. But he still loves all his kiddos a lot. -Hajnalka actually likes wearing old timey dresses, Hayley likes to experiment with her fashion sense and Dorothea secretly got herself a tattoo on her wrist. -Matild took Dorothea out for play dates when Dorothea was small to the Fentons. Wes would just come to make sure they're safe. -The last time the Weston family played a tabletop game, it ended with Wes being King, Matild getting murdered, Hayley fighting Orcs, Dorothea assassinating an NPC and Hajnalka laughing at her family. -Dorothea tends to stress bake. So every time there's pastries and biscuits and bread on any flat surfaces, everyone figures out her mood immediately. Dorothea, Hajnalka and Hayley Arany-Weston © Me, C-RIE-ativity

#Danny phantom #dp #dpoc #danny Phantom ng #dpng #danny Phantom nextgen #carrot cakes and butter cookies ship #dorothea weston #hajnalka weston #hayley weston #wes weston #fan character #next gen au #fankid

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glitterrhowell · 6 years

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Chapter 30

Title: Seized

Co-author: fadingcrystalvoid

Pairing: Daniel Howell & AmazingPhil (Phan

Word count: 2k

Warning/Genre: Rape/extreme violence/ depression/PTSD/Degradation/torture/ Non-consensual pretty much everything/Little!Dan/Daddy!Phil/Kidnapping

Summary: It started out as a fun day at the park but it ended in terror. Phil takes his little Dan to the park and while Phil is not looking, Dan suddenly gets kidnapped. What will happen to Dan? Will Phil ever see his boyfriend again? Did Phil have something to do with it? Heavy trigger warning

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Ever since Dan had returned to his adult mindset and then regressed back, things had, for the most part, returned to normal. Dan spoke to Lela, Eric, and Kate but it was always in a quiet, afraid voice. Lela was used to the emotional rollercoaster that was Dan when he was regressed but now he seemed rather stoic.

There had only been one incident since his slip, which was nearly a week ago now. He’d been in the canteen, eating dinner with Kate and Eric. Kate was wolfing down her food, clearly hungry, while Eric picked at - but still ate - his meal. Dan had been having the meals served in the children’s wing, enjoying the dinosaur chicken nuggets more than the regular ones.

One of the kitchen staff had accidentally left some food in the oven a little too long, causing the smoke alarms to go off. Being the hospital that they were, sprinklers were everywhere, meaning as soon as the alarms went off, every patient was being sprayed with water.

At first, there had been no reaction, just everyone looking to the nurses to help them go where they needed to go. Though once about half the people had left the room and the other half were thoroughly drenched, Dan’s screams kicked in. He was laying on the ground, twitching and shuddering and screaming the most terrible screams Lela had ever heard.

Everyone was panicked from the fire and the screams, causing all-out chaos in the psychiatric ward. One of the younger adults had ran into the kitchen, the fire triggering him to relapse and need to feel the burn. Another, more older lady, collapsed and was wheeled to the emergency ward, where it was discovered she’d suffered cardiac arrest as a result of a panic attack, her aged heart not being able to pump blood fast enough.

Eric and Kate had handled the situation pretty well, considering the kitchen was on fire and their friend was screaming on the ground looking like he was having a seizure. Lela and the other doctors were all in the room, watching for their patients to make sure they made it out safely and didn’t have any relapses.

Lela was only concerned with Dan, even though she did have other patients who lived in the hospital. The other two in-patients she worked with were both well on their way to recovery and Lela had no doubt they’d be able to handle the situation properly. Dan, on the other hand, couldn’t.

She ran up to him, slamming her knees into the tiled floor as she climbed onto the floor.

“Dan? Dan can you hear me?” she tried, getting absolutely no response. “Dan! I need you to wake up now, you’ll feel really light and on the count of three, you’ll be fully awake. Okay? One, two, three.”

Dan lay still, the shaking stopping. He didn’t open his eyes though and a minute after he’d stilled, the convulsing picked up worse than it was before. Between the screams, Dan was begging for it to stop. Lela had no idea what to do, the bring him from hypnosis hadn’t worked, not that Dan was under at the moment. She signaled a nurse over, knowing there was no other option but to sedate him. She felt she did this a lot, and she really did, but sometimes there was no other option. Like now, if she left Dan to himself, who knew what kind of damage - physical or mental - it could cause. No, sedating Dan, while seeming horrible, was best for him.

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Louise packed her small handbag and climbed into the car, turning the ignition as she adjusted the rear-view mirror. She was heading towards HM Wandsworth Penitentiary, the prison where Phil was being kept. It had been two weeks since the end of the trial and Phil’s parents had visited him in the first week. They had said she could visit along with another friend the next week, knowing Phil would want to see his friends again. Pj was meeting her there, each living on opposite sides of the prison.

“Hi love,” she said, pulling Pj into a hug.

“Hey Lou,” Pj replied. They turned towards the prison, sparing a glance with each other before they began walking towards the big sign that read ‘visitation’. “How do you think he’s going?”

“I honestly don’t know,” Louise replied. “I’d like to say he’s perfectly fine but you and I both know Phil is too soft for prison. I’m worried he will have become a punching bag by this point.”

“Don’t think like that,” Pj scolded, holding the door open for Louise to enter the cool building.

“Who are you here to see?” a guard asked, holding his hand out before they could walk through to the area where Phil would be waiting.

“Phil, Philip Lester,” Pj answered, his friend’s full name sounding strange on his tongue.

“Ah, Lester. He’s in there,” the man said, stepping aside and gesturing to the room behind him.

“Lou!” a voice shouted, causing her to look towards the sound, seeing a fully grown man, with tears in his eyes, running towards her. “Peej! God am I glad to see you.” After hugging them both tight, he led them to the table he’d been allocated and took a seat.

“I thought you might have not come,” Phil said, looking down. “I didn’t hurt Dan, I swear. I never wanted any of-”

“Phil,” he was cut of by Louise, her hand going to rest atop his. “We know you’re innocent. You don’t need to explain yourself to us. We know you love Dan, don’t worry, love,” she said, giving him a hopefully comforting smile.

“How is he?” Phil asked. He felt like he was saying that a lot, but it couldn’t be anywhere near as much as he was thinking it.

“Let’s not talk about him, Phil. How are you holding up?” Pj suddenly said, sending a wary glance in Louise’s view.

Phil furrowed his brows. He didn’t like how his friends were just brushing off his question. Had something happened? At least when his parents had told him he was good he’d got an answer. He’d known it was a lie but at least they’d tried.

“Please, I need to know how he is,” Phil tried, desperate to know how his boyfriend was.

Pj sighed. “He’s scared, Phil. He’s so scared and the doctors don’t know what to do anymore. Recently he started screaming when water came near him and it’s not like that’s something he can avoid forever, he needs to drink it for fuck’s sake.” Louise put her hand on his shoulder, calming him. “I know you weren’t there and didn’t have anything to do with it, but do you have any ideas why Dan would be scared of water?”

“Ready for some fun?” Sir asked, grinning as he brandished a taser and the familiar blade Phil had been using on Dan’s skin for the past couple of days.

“Please just let us go,” Phil tried, knowing it was pointless. It was basically routine at this point. Beg Sir to let them go, eat whatever drugged food Phil was being made to have that day, then carve the words into Dan and wait for him to pass out from blood loss. It always ended then, Sir didn’t seem to see the point in carving the words if Dan wasn’t conscious for the pain.

Today was different from those days though; a taser had never been involved before and Phil felt sick just thinking about what could happen with it.

They went through the unfortunately usual routine. Phil ate, slowly lost control of his limbs, and then was dragged over to Dan’s limp body.

“Hi love, you’re a good boy, remember that for me, can you?” Dan sobbed and shook, nodding despite himself.

The new word began to form itself into Dan’s perfect light brown skin. The ‘o’s hurt the most. After the words ‘good fuck’ were finished being carved, Sir moved Phil’s hand back over the circles. He placed the blade in Phil’s hand at the top and slowly started cutting down as if he were cutting some meat for dinner. The bright red of the muscle under Dan’s skin was clearly sore, blood dripping from it as his stomach convulsed, the muscle abused and unused to the torture.

“I’ll help with this part,” Sir laughed, picking up two squares from the bed and putting them over the two open bits of skin. At first, Phil was confused, thinking they were bandaids, until he realised he was very, very wrong. Little wires hooked up to the pads, making Dan look similar to how he had when he’d first arrived at the hospital after being rescued.

“Here you go,” Sir said, dropping a device into Phil’s lap and causing the cords to tug on Dan’s tender stomach.

“Now Danny, I want you to beg. Remember how much you enjoyed this last time, princess? It’ll be even better this time, I promise.” The words ‘last time’ rung in Phil’s ears as Dan instantly began mumbling pleas. Phil didn’t think he was really aware of what he was begging for, just wanting to please Sir to maybe lessen the pain.

“Well, Phil? Who are you to deny Danny what he wants?” Phil glowered as Sir leant over him, pressing his thumb to the dial to turn it up to its second highest setting. When Phil didn’t move his thumb, which he was slowly gaining control of again, Sir verbally growled. He pressed the dial up to the highest setting and pressed Phil’s thumb into the button. Dan’s screams rung so loud Phil was surprised that no neighbors came to check on them. The screaming didn’t stop for a minute, even after the stimulus stopped. “Suck a fucking wimp,” Sir chuckled, picking up the blade again to quickly carve ‘wimp’ into his skin.

“Electrocution,” Phil said suddenly. Pj and Louise exchanged looks, ones that said ‘are we sure he’s innocent if he answered so quickly and confidently?’ “It happened at our flat. There wasn’t any water but I’d bet they’d done it at the cabin with water,” he explained, sad his friends actually thought he could be guilty.

They nodded, promising to share the information with Lela. Pj asked again how Phil was and he answered with his usual response - “I’m as good as I can be” - and they spoke for maybe half an hour longer before Louise had to get going to pick up Darcy from school. Pj said he’d better get going at the same time and Phil couldn’t help but think it was because he didn’t want to be in Phil’s presence any longer. He knew it was mad, and that they were his friends, but his mind didn’t like to listen to reason so it thought what it wanted.

Phil hugged them goodbye before heading back to his cell. Boston was getting out at the end of the week, having cleared his parole and been given early release with a good behaviour bond. Phil was sad to see him go, the man being the only “friend” he had in the prison. He wasn’t rude, kind enough to give him some advice when Phil clearly had no idea how to act in prison. He watched as Boston was lead from the cell, no cuffs on his wrists but two guards following him.

It wasn’t until three days after Boston left that Phil realised exactly what that meant. He now had a private cell, it was only a matter of time until he got a new roommate.

“Hey, Lester. Long time, no see,” a voice chided, causing Phil to look up into the eyes of the one and only Roger Kide.

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on being human

rarely do you read a story that starts with an ending, and why should those kinds of stories exist? there is nothing after an ending, because endings are so terribly final and nobody wants to start with something terrible. but i want to tell you how endings are a gateway to a new beginning—by starting this story with a death. the name of this story's protagonist is danielle alcorn. coincidentally, she is also the antagonist to her own story, as she was the one who brought upon her own demise. on the 25th of august, two days before her 18th birthday, danielle swallowed one too many blue pills from her mum's medicine cabinet for reasons that we won't delve into. she passed out on the bathroom floor at 2:15 am, and was discovered dead by her older brother, who was on his way to vomit out the alcohol that was in his system from the party the previous night, at 5:36 am. it was way past the point of saving her, so her brother just mourned for his little sister's unexpected death. now this isn't danielle's brother's story; this is still danielle's, so we won't focus too much on the people that she left behind. we'll move on to what happened to danielle's consciousness. as earthly beings, we debate over the existence of heaven and hell, and what it looks like. we describe heaven as a paradise, where no harm will ever befall upon us ever again and sadness never exists. we describe hell as a fiery pit of endless punishments, with torture chambers and satan waiting to inflict pain upon us for the rest of eternity. but i'll let you in on a little secret: heaven and hell exists in the same plane, and we will never know where we end up after we die, even if we're already there. danielle regained her consciousness in a place that exactly resembles Dysteria Park. the funny thing is, danielle knows she's dead. she knows how she died. she knows that this is the afterlife. but for some reason, she doesn't feel anything—no relief, no anxiety, no remorse, nothing. all she knows is that she's dead, and for some reason, she woke up in the small theme park that she always went to when she wanted to take her mind off of things, and it wasn't even abandoned—the rides were fully functioning, there were people milling around, there were small stalls where people could play mini games, and tiny snack courts where people were in a queue for popcorn and soda. danielle wasn't confused, though. as i've stated before, she couldn't feel anything. she wandered around the park, looking at the night sky filled with more stars than she's ever seen, and all the stuffed animals that the workers were giving away to kids, and all those things that we take for granted. she looked at them all, and then wondered why she was brought here, of all places. after walking around for an unfathomable amount of time, someone appeared in front of her. "hello, danielle," the person said. "hello," danielle said calmly. the person held his hand out for her, and she took it. it felt warm, but not necessarily alive. she knew this person was also dead, though she couldn't recognize who he is. "i'm nathan. we've met before, though i can understand if you don't recall who i am anymore," the person said. danielle cocked her head to the side, fascinated by nathan's apperance. "who are you?" nathan guided danielle into an empty park bench in front of a carousel, where they sat down and ate pink cotton candy. "in this place, people perceive you differently. if they knew you as a child when they died, then that's how they'll see you here. you are currently looking at my physique when i was 18, and i am currently looking at your physique from when you were 11, which means you saw me last when i was 18, and i saw you last when you were 11. "i know you're 17 now, but i still see you as an 11-year-old girl. we met in this park, by the way. you were with your parents, celebrating your brother's 16th birthday, when you wandered astray and got yourself lost. i worked here as a part-time job, and so when i saw you almost in tears because you couldn't find your parents, i saw it my responsibility to help you find them. what i didn't know at the time was that you were leading me to my untimely death." at that point, danielle's emotions were returning back to her, bit by bit, and so when she heard this, she immediately said, "i don't remember any of this! i didn't lead you anywhere, and i would never lead anyone to their deaths!" nathan just smiled, and his smile made danielle relax, but only just slightly. "you didn't intentionally lead me to my death, but you were a factor as to why i died that day. "while we were looking for your parents, we were both unaware that the street performer's fire juggling was about to go wrong. you were fascinated by them, and i saw, so to calm you down i took you to observe them. you were so happy, watching them juggle flames, catching them so effortlessly and with such finesse. i was fascinated, too, but your kind of fascination was different; it wasn't their tricks that astounded you, it was the colours that formed when they threw the fire balls in the air. you were so astounded, in fact, that when they accidentally threw it at an angle that made it aim for your face, you didn't panic—all you saw were the colours. i panicked, and in the short milliseconds that my sense of judgement was clouded, i pushed you away from the fire." danielle's memories unlocked, and suddenly, she could remember everything: she remembered the fire juggling, the performers making all the pretty colours and shapes with them, and how she was suddenly pushed away from it. she remembered the crowd of people helping her up to her feet and leading her away from the scene, and she remembered looking back and seeing someone on fire, flailing and screaming for help. she was so scared that she ran and ran and ran, until she bumped into her brother. and then, in a snap, everything was fine. they rode a few rides, ate some popcorn, went home, and everything returned to normal. she had no idea that the guy that accompanied her when she was lost had just died at her expense that night, and now, all she feels is guilt. "i'm sorry," danielle said softly, looking at everything but nathan's eyes. "i was so oblivious... i didn't even know... you were so kind and..." "shh, it's okay," nathan hushed her. "it sucks that i died so early, honestly. i was on my way to university, on my way to study medicine, but at the end of the day, i'm just glad that i saved you that night." "but why? why save a stranger? you didn't even know who i was," danielle murmured. "i'm so, terribly sorry, nathan. please forgive me." "i have forgiven you a long time ago," nathan said, standing up. "i didn't tell you how i died just to make you feel sorry and guilty, danielle. i told you my story because you needed to know why it was vital that you survived that accident." "why? for all i know, it should've been you who survived." nathan smiled again, a smile that let danielle know that his presence was no longer needed at that moment. "you'll figure it out. goodbye, danielle." nathan dissipated in front of her, and danielle was left confused. she stood up, brushed the crinkles off of her clothes and walked the park again, this time, thinking about what nathan said. why was her survival that night more important than nathan's life? for all she knew, she didn't make any life-altering decisions when she was alive. she didn't bring world peace. she didn't stop wars. she didn't discover the cure for cancer. she didn't discover the meaning of life. she was just... her. she was just quiet, average danielle. so... why was her life so important? this is why i told you that the afterlife is both heaven and hell—we are given riddles that we can't answer on our own. we are left with nothing but guilt and confusion towards our past mistakes, no matter how little or how significant they were to the world. danielle felt dizzy, though she didn't know how she could still be dizzy in the afterlife. not knowing what else to do, she rode a ferris wheel, just to take her mind off of things temporarily like she used to do when she was alive. the cart that she rode on was the last cart to go up, so no one was there with her.. until someone caught up to it before the workers closed off the bars. danielle looked at the person that entered, and she immediately recognized who that person was. "oh my god.. xavier!" she hugged him, and she clung on to him with all her might, as if she was afraid that he would slip away from her again. xavier held her back, softly stroking the back of her head. "hey, danny," he whispered. danielle had tears in her eyes, overwhelmed by xavier's presence after years of mourning for him. "i missed you, you idiot. i missed you so, so, so much." xavier grinned then kissed his former girlfriend's forehead. "i missed you, too, danny," he said, looking into her misty eyes. "i waited for you, you know? i yearned to see you, but i didn't expect you to get here so early." danielle wiped her tears away. "i'm sorry. i just.. i couldn't take it. i was depressed and everything was going horribly and.. and you weren't there and nobody was there and my brother's an alcoholic and my mom's addicted to crack and it was just.." xavier pulled danielle into a hug again, tighter this time, and cradled her head on his arms. "i know, danny. i know. i'm sorry i couldn't be there." danielle cried some more, all while xavier was holding her. the ferris wheel spun softly and quietly, calming both of them with the chilly night air circulating around their cart. they just sat there, holding on to each other, trying to make up for lost time. i guess that's what we cherish the most: the time that we once took for granted that was given back to us at a time we least expect. this is because we don't know what we take for granted and what we don't; we'll only know when it's too late. danielle calmed down soon enough, and xavier took that as his opportunity to speak. "i never got to say this when i was alive, but thank you, danny. i know my gratitude is long overdue, but i still want you to know that i am grateful. for everything." "why are you thanking me, xavier?" danielle asked, surprised. "what.. what did i ever do that deserved your gratitude?" "everything, danny," xavier said. "you know how i am; i have a problem with being forgotten, with being insignificant. you know how badly i wanted to save everyone, even if i can't, and you taught me that it's okay to save just one person, even if that person is myself, and i'm grateful that you made me realize that." "when did i make you realize that?" danielle asked credulously. "i don't remember telling you all that." xavier looked out their cart window, and so did danny, and they both gazed upon the tiny fairy lights scattered across the park, blinking softly. the wheel seemed to go on forever, but neither of them minded; they were just happy that they finally found each other again. "do you remember that time, when we first fought, when i told you that i was sick and tired of living averagely, and you screamed in my face how the universe will never care whether i died a war hero or a poor beggar or anything in between that?" xavier asked. "yeah," danielle said. "i was so mad at you back then, because you made it sound like being with me was just this.. average, boring thing that you got sick of. and i know that wasn't what you meant, but i couldn't help but feel that way." "i know, and i thank you," xavier said, reaching out to grab danielle's hand. "that night, i was seriously considering just.. ending everything. i had this whole plan mapped out about how i was going to completely annihilate myself and then you screamed in my face and it made me stop and think and.. and then i realized that i needed to save myself before i saved anyone else because, at the end of the day, the universe will never notice what i am when i die. so it's up to me, the person i had to save, to notice the universe instead. and i realized, too, that, it doesn't really matter how big or how wide the mark i leave behind is; what's more important is who i leave it on, and i chose to leave it on the few people i cared about." danielle leaned her head on xavier's shoulder. "i'm just glad you didn't leave me that night," she said. "and i'm glad that, of all people, you chose me to leave your mark on. and i'm sorry if it wasn't as big as you would have wanted it to be, but i can assure you that it was deep and i am honoured that i was good enough for you." "you were always good enough for me, danny," xavier said. "you were better than just 'good enough'; you were everything i aimed to be." "xavier, look at me and tell me i am everything you aim to be," danielle challenged. "i'm ordinary. i didn't want to be, but i was too much of a coward to change anything." "shh," xavier cupped danielle's face in his hands and looked her dead in the eye. "you are not and never were ordinary. you are smart and kind and extraordinary in every way. if it wasn't for you, then i would have been done for; i would have never found the will to live... so thank you." "you're welcome, i guess," danielle said, smiling but still unsure. "but even though you lived that night, you still left earlier than you should have." "i'm sorry," xavier said. "it wasn't your fault, though," danielle said. "you didn't choose to be sick. i was just.. i needed someone to always be there for me. i guess i'm just being selfish." "needing someone to be there isn't called selfishness," xavier said. "it's called being human. we always need someone—whether we ask for them or not—and it's not a bad thing. we need to stand on our own two feet, yes, but there's also nothing wrong with being dependent on someone from time to time." and in that moment, danielle understood what nathan meant: every life in this universe has a purpose, and regardless of whether our purpose is to save the world or to just survive so we can help others, we have a purpose—sometimes, it just takes the end to realize it.

#oneshot #short story #personal

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