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readyforthegarden · 5 months

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Breakable Heaven - Sneak Peek

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Synopsis: Being the maid of honor in your best friends wedding is already stressful enough without the best man being the ex-boyfriend who tore your heart to shreds. Stumbling across a dating app with dates for hire, you take a chance, inviting a perfect stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend for the weeklong celebrations. But how long can the charade last when the champagne starts pouring and feelings start growing?

A/N: Here is a little sneak peek before we begin our journey next week! I'm so excited to share this little project with y'all! There will be some classic romcom easter eggs (and a few taylor swift ones too, the namesake is from her song, after all!) and I hope everyone has fun finding them!!

“It’s a beautiful song.” Danny smiled up at you, his fingers never breaking from the melody. “How would she dance?” he asked curiously. Blushing, you cleared your throat.

“Well, since grandpa was playing, he couldn’t very well waltz with her,” you stepped away from the piano, kicking off your heels, and holding your arms up and out in front of you. It looked like you were dancing with an invisible partner, holding their shoulder in one hand, and their phantom hand in the other. You began the box step your grandmother would do next to the piano, pressing down the feeling of looking incredibly silly. If Danny could sing in front of you, you could be as vulnerable too. “She would dance like this.”

You proceeded to spin into the little waltz, giggling as you remembered your grandmother humming along to your grandpa’s playing. After a few years, her humming would be his guide, as grandpa’s fingers weren’t as nimble as they once were. You were so deep in the memories of your childhood, that you hadn’t noticed Danny no longer playing the song. You felt a hand at your waist and suddenly yours were filled, a shoulder under your left one and his own left hand clasped in your right. He was humming the song now, the hand on your waist pulling you in close.

“My mom taught me to never let a woman dance by herself.” he murmured before continuing his humming. The two of you moved together, Danny near-expertly waltzing with you, and shocking you a bit as he gently spun you out and pulled you back into his arms. Instead of keeping your hands that were clasped together outside your bodies, Danny brought them in between your bodies, resting them against his chest. You weren’t sure what was coming over you, but when he rested his forehead against yours you felt a strange sense of peace, letting your eyes flutter shut.

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mutable-manifestation · 1 year

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The Ghost King (of Miscommunication) Ch. 23

Part 1-12,Part 13,Part 14,Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22

Part 23!

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Jason knows he should probably still be wary, not knowing much about ghosts - let alone ghost royalty, whatever that means - but he can’t help but feel safe.

He’s felt an overwhelming sense of safe ever since Danny tackled him, but he’d been fighting it the whole time, worrying about falling for some kind of trap.

And okay, maybe it should have taken more than two feet of personal space with a portal and a conversation that painted Danny as more air-headed than malicious but could have been faked. But…Jason wants to extend his trust.

And for the first time in years he can. No Pit lingering in the background to ruin everything at the most inconvenient possible time.

He wants to put his trust in Danny, and he wants that to be the right choice.

He thinks it will.

Danny isn’t a fae; there are no ‘rules of hospitality’ binding him, to Jason’s knowledge, meaning the room and the food - sketchy as it was - and the introductions and explanations were just…him being polite.

Because he wanted to be.

The snowball fights and flight lessons and tours weren’t just part of some malicious plot to get him to let his guard down; they were genuine attempts to help him feel more comfortable or to cheer him up.

So yeah, Jason could give him a chance to explain.

Starting with-

“So what was with the syringe?” he asks as they sit, skeletons floating up dutifully to serve their food.

“Syringe?” Danny blinks owlishly as he settles into his chair after a moment’s pause to stare at the scorch marks - Sam and Tucker taking their place where Jazz and Spike had sat before.

“Back at the Far Frozen, when I was hesitant about the food…” he offers.

“Oh!” Danny smiles,“You mean the ecto-dejecto? It’s basically just fast food for ghosts - and halfas!” He hurries to add, as if Jason knows what that means.

They’ll come back to that.

“Ah, so it wasn’t a threat to eat the food or else,” Jason hms.

Danny’s shoulders droop.

“No, it wasn’t. It was just…another option. You could have chosen neither - relying on ambient ectoplasm would have slowed your recovery but I would have respected your choice. I’m sorry for not being more clear.” He laughs and runs a hand through his hair. “Ancients, I’m surprised you didn’t just blast me with the bazooka.”

“I still didn’t - and don’t - know how to leave on my own yet,” Jason shrugs.

“That’s… fair,” Danny concludes, wincing.

“Give me another day and I’ll have your portal gun ready,” Tucker says, holding out his wrist to show a sleek black and gold watch. “It’ll be just like mine - works based on coordinates, with separate systems for the Zone and the Living World plus the option to save frequent locations under a quick-click menu.”

Jason watches attentively as he presses a button as he speaks, causing what looks like a smaller, better-painted-job-having version of the Wrist Rays’ barrel with a small holoscreen over top of it to pop out of the unassuming watch.

When he tilts his wrist, Jason can see the bar to enter coordinates at the top and his top two frequent locations - ‘The Phantom Palace’ and ‘Technoland’ - just beneath it.

Swiping left leaves the coordinate bar, but replaces the locations list with ‘Grave’ and ‘Monument.’

He clicks one and it shoots open a portal just behind Danny. When he clicks it again the beam zips it closed.

“I can give you a different paint-job or display style,” he offers, showing him how to open the keyboard and scroll before closing it all down and slipping it off of his wrist. “Until then, you can use mine.”

He smiles, holding the portal ‘gun’ watch out to him.

He looks at the watch, then from Tucker to Sam to Danny.

They all smile and nod encouragingly.

He takes it and carefully slips it over his left wrist - opposite the ‘Ray - and it shrinks to fit him just as the Ray had.

He smiles, nerves far more settled now that he can leave whenever he wants.

Realizes he really isn’t trapped here.

They were telling the truth.

(He’s safe)

He still has a million questions he needs answered, but he should probably let his family - and the JL - know he’s okay sooner rather than later.

Bruce - everyone, really - will demand a full debrief if he goes in person. He doesn’t have enough answers for that just yet.

Luckily, they have codes for just such a situation.

“Anyone have paper and pen?”

Sam whips a void-black A4 sheet of paper out of nowhere, and Danny does the same with a snow-white pen.

He snorts a laugh at the swapped colors and scribbles out a quick explanation followed by the codes to verify that he’s not under duress, being controlled, etc.

Then he folds it up, opens a portal just over the batcomputer’s keyboard - sticking his face through briefly to verify he got the right place - and drops it through.

The usual gnawing curiosity can replace their panic and Jason can take his time getting answers.

“So. ‘Ecto-dejecto’ and the air in here are the same as the food? Which is all made of ‘ectoplasm’ which is…what?”

“It's probably most accurate to compare it to carbon,” Sam answers. “Most Living, organic matter - plants and animals both - is carbon-based - at least on Earth - whereas most entities in the Zone are ecto-based. Except it’s more ‘ecto-everything.’”

“Yeah,” Danny continues, “The, ah, ‘air’ is just a lot less concentrated than food - while Ecto-dejecto is more concentrated and is generally only used when we’re in a hurry or heavily injured. We don’t really ‘eat’ ectoplasm in the same way a human eats food, it’s more like, ah, batteries?”

“Batteries.” he deadpans, Sam and Tucker poorly smothering their grins in their drinks.

“Like if batteries had mouths,” Danny tries. “They don’t really need the electricity anywhere specific as long as they, y’know, charge? Kind of.”

“So I’m half a battery.”

Tucker loses the fight against his laughter at that.

Danny smiles briefly, but his face quickly sobers.

“No,” he takes a breath. “What I said earlier is true; you are no more dead now than you were when I found you. But when I found you, you were already what is known as halfa - half a human, and half a ghost.”

Jason’s face steels, anger rising.

“So I am dead.”

“Only half,” Danny smiles grimly.

“You can't be half dead! And if I’m so unchanged then why do I look like this!” He snaps, standing from his chair to gesture at himself. “Because I sure as shit didn’t look like a walking reminder of the worst day of my life before!”

“You can be half dead, I'm half-dead. And you were already a halfa when I found you,” Danny starts, voice empathetic as he floats out of his chair to lay a tentative hand on Jason’s shoulder, “But you were unwell. Your core was barely formed, and it’s a miracle you were still alive at all. It’s a miracle you made it to Frostbite.”

Jason sits and crosses his arms, hearing him out but hating every second of it.

(I can’t be dead)

“You must have an incredible amount of will to have kept yourself in one piece for as long as you did,” Danny commends, following Jason’s lead and sitting back down, “but if you’d remained as you were for much longer your still-forming core would have eventually cannibalized itself in an effort to finish forming, causing a collapse that would have not only killed you all the way, but would have erased you from existence entirely, nothing left but memories.”

“Entering the Ghost Zone gave your core the resources it needed, but all of the tainted ectoplasm you’d managed to absorb slowed things down. Thus all the mornings spent in the tube to filter it out. Like blood transfusions. Except it's more like food instead of blood….”

Danny trails off squinting into the distance.

“Great,” Jason says, regaining his attention. “That still doesn’t explain why I look like this - or what a core even is other than ‘dangerous if poorly formed.’”

“Oh, boy. Okay. A core is the only organ a ghost has,” Danny explains. “Like a brain and heart and liver all in one. Even if you were reduced to nothing but your core, you’d still be perfectly fine - more vulnerable, sure, but that doesn’t matter as long as you’re with any ghost that doesn’t actively want to end you permanently. As a halfa, you have both a human and a ghost form.”

Danny shifts into his own human form at this.

“But ghosts don’t form until after their cores do, so until you were healed enough you couldn’t access your ghost form. Staying in ghost form allows you to absorb ambient ectoplasm and ectoenergy more efficiently…wait.”

His eyes widen as he looks into Jason’s own shocked face.

“Did- do you- Ancients you don’t know how to transform back into a human do you?”

“I do not and would very much like to,” Jason stresses, unbelieving at the whole half-dead thing but just barely willing to hope.

“Okay. Okay. As a halfa you have both a ghost form and a human form - like two sides of a coin. Both are you, but when you’re in one, the other is in a sort of personal pocket dimension. You can swap between them by sort of…reaching for what you want. For example, I have an ice core,” His eyes glow a brighter blue.

“And my core - as most cores are - is located in roughly the same area as my heart. So when I’m in human form, I reach for the spot of cold just metaphorically ‘behind’ my heart-” he transforms back into Phantom “-and pull it to the surface.”

“When I want to swap back into human form, I reach for the warmth of my heart just ‘behind’ my core.”

Jason tries to focus on his chest, but he’s mostly just confused.

He looks up to find a hand offered to him.

“Here, I can trigger your transformation the first few times.”

Jason takes his hand eagerly.

“We’ll do three swaps - human, ghost, human - then you can try it for yourself. For now, just focus on how it feels.”

Rings of light appear around both of their waists this time, Jason is grateful for the large chairs as he suddenly takes up a lot more space than he had.

(He’s alive)

He only has a moment to take in how much smaller everything looks and how cold Danny’s once luke-warm hands feel before the lights are sweeping over them again.

The rings sweep up and down like the light of a photocopier, but he can’t help but notice it doesn’t feel that way.

It feels like a cool gust of wind blooming from a single point in his chest, swirling out until it permeates to the very last layer of his skin.

(He’s dead)

He’d expected discomfort from the cold of the description, but it’s all soothing breeze on a warm, sunny day instead of the arctic winds in winter he’d worried it might be.

Small again. It’s almost comfortable, if not for the sour memories every time he sees his reflection in this form.

And then they’re switching again - he pays even more attention this time, less distracted by the unfamiliar lightshow and determined to learn how to be human on his own.

It’s the feeling of lying in a sunbeam in spring, all warmth and comfort.

(His heart still beats)

It was comfortable, going from ghost to human and going from human to ghost.

(His heart hasn’t beaten in over a week)

It didn’t hurt.

(He’s… both?)

Everything had hurt so much the first time he died. The first time he came back.

It didn’t hurt.

(It doesn’t hurt)

His mask hides the few tears that escape.

He shakes his head and takes stock of his body; he feels different.

He doesn’t feel bad - his body is the same overall - fingers and toes all still move, no missing legs or eyes, etc etc.

No glowing.

Except his arm - which had had another 2 weeks to finish recovering from a break - didn’t hurt at all. He couldn’t feel any of the lesser scuffs and bruises one generally got from tumbling around Gotham as a vigilante/crime lord at night.

He barely registers Sam and Tuckers staring until Sam turns to Danny and says “You thought he was shy.”

Danny throws his hands into the air. “Just because he’s tall doesn’t mean he’s not shy! And he’s from Gotham! You’ve heard what it’s like! I don’t know what happened to him! I try not to judge!”

“Dude,” Tucker starts, “Danny. My moon and stars. My battery babe.”

“B-battery-”

He points to Jason, ignoring Danny’s sputtering protest.

“He is literally Red Hood. The Crime Lord.”

“Moving back towards vigilante, actually,” Jason says absently, checking his weapons - guns blessedly all there and in one piece. And comms are completely non-functional.

“Of course our son would be a vigilante,” Sam snorts, shaking her head with a smile.

“Only if he wants to be,” Danny adds.

“A vigilante?” Tucker asks.

“Our son.”

“Well, both are optional honestly,” Sam adds.

Jason realizes what’s missing: the portal watch.

He reaches for the cold spot in his chest - so much easier to find now that he knows what to look for - and pulls.

It takes a few tries, but eventually the rings - white, he notices, with a tinge of green around the edges where Danny’s had been blue - are sweeping over him again.

He’s left tiny, with only the wrist ray and the grappling hook and brace of batarangs he’d nabbed from the cave, but none of the guns. He enjoys being armed in both forms, so he leaves the weapons and tugs the watch off to set on the table, then spends twice as long scrabbling for his human form, nerves getting in the way of his focus.

The portal watch is still on the table when he’s back to big, beating heart, and fully armed.

He gently pulls the device onto his now much larger wrist, smiling as it flexes once again to a perfect fit.

As a ghost he can fly, and as a human he can portal.

Weapons and escape options for both forms.

He frowns when he realizes he can’t eat with his mask on.

Just because they know his name is Jason doesn’t mean they know which Jason - he shifts back into his ghost form just as he’s thinking about it.

It’s a bit startling, given he hadn’t done it on purpose - even if he’d been just about to - but he ignores that in favor of hastily taking a bite of his glowing salad before addressing the…adoption thing.

“So,” he starts, “Ellie mentioned…being my ‘sister.’ And this is the third time I’m hearing adoption-adjacent stuff…. I feel the need to remind you that despite my small ghost form, I’m 23. And a crime lord.”

Jason wasn’t a fan of the look they shared.

“You might be 23 in human years, but you’re barely a week old as a ghost,” Sam says, pointing at him with her fork. “For which, only the time from core formation actually counts.”

“The basis of ghost culture is combat,” Danny continues. “Ghosts are pretty much as dead as they get - it takes real, significant effort to destroy a mature core - so throwing hands kind of became a way to say hello.”

“But a formed core and a mature core are two different things,” Tucker picks up. “A core might fully form in as little as a few seconds, but it will take anywhere from years to decades to mature. Until then your core will be less durable than a mature one - not much, but enough to be worrying. It’s a bad combo with ‘still acquiring basic powers’ - especially considering mature ghosts tend to have a lot of powers at their disposal.”

“Ghosts with immature cores are called ‘baby ghosts.’ Which is what you are.” Danny adds, damningly. “Picking adult ghosts to stick close to will help your core mature faster and keep you safe from the less-kind ghosts in the meantime. Even the most independent baby ghosts tend to stick with an adult ghost until they’ve at least mastered flight, invisibility, intangibility, and ecto-blasts. As more emotional beings, ghosts also tend to get attached to each other quickly and jump into the ‘we’re family now’ thing.”

“Plus even if you weren’t a baby ghost you could still be dibsed as family,” Sam concludes.

“‘Dibsed’” Jason repeats blankly, choosing to reply to the least embarrassing part of all that.

“That’s the best way I can think of to describe it,” Sam shrugs. “Sometimes ghosts just go ‘welp that’s my kid/parent/cousin/sibling/whatever now’ and roll with it. Danny has, like, 10 ghost-parents - and only two of them are his actual parents.”

“But,” Danny adds, “There’s no pressure to feel the same. You don’t have to see us as your parents or even your friends. If you want to find different ghost parents, we can help you with that. Or if you just want to return to Gotham and be left alone, we can figure something out - send you ecto-dejecto to help with growth or mark safe parts of the Zone for you to portal to in your free time. Plus there’s an emergency button built into the phone - just click the back button five times - if any other ghosts try to bother you-”

“We can also trick you out with all the weapons you could ever need - or want - to make up the difference in powers-growth,” Sam interjects, speaking Jason’s language.

“-Whatever your choice,” Danny continues, “just know that you can always return here - whether you have questions about being a halfa, need help controlling your powers, you need somewhere safe to crash, or just because you want to be here.”

And that’s…a lot.

A lot of emotions.

A lot of answers.

Another dozen questions he wants to ask (such as ‘what other powers am I supposed to expect?’ and ‘Will they show up as randomly - and worryingly - as flight had?’ and ‘hey, I just turned back into ghost mode suddenly, how do I not do that when I’m out in civvies.’ And also ‘what the fresh ~fuck~ was pit rage, then?)

The day is nearly over, his family knows he’s safe by now - there’s almost always someone using the batcomputer (albeit mostly Tim and Barb) - and Jason no longer has any major qualms about crashing here for an extra night.

He doesn’t know how to feel about the whole…adoption thing.

(And it’s harder, now, to ignore the feeling of warmth)

(The feeling of home and welcome in this place he now knows is a set of open arms rather than a gilded cage)

(Now that he knows he is welcome to come and go as he pleases, that there was never any true possessiveness to it despite it starting out as a kidnapping)

(And his core aches to say “Yes. Family. Mine.”)

(Home. Safety.)

(But he has a family)

(He wants his human family too)

But he could always do with more allies.

He looks at Danny, grins, and asks “So about that Bazooka…”

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🎉Happy New Year!🎉

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#dpxdc #danny phantom #jason todd #sam manson #tucker foley #angst #the whole being dead thing #but only half #tfw ur son is a vigilante-turned-crime-boss-turning-vigilante-again #ghost lore #ghost families #ghost cores #jason loves guns #bribing jason with weapons (accidentally #phantoms - like fentons - just really love weapons)

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mymadmedleyw · 2 years

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My family, my brother (8182 words) by AllisonNoir Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Mr. Lancer (Danny Phantom), Dan Phantom Additional Tags: Original Character(s), DannyMay (Danny Phantom), Mention of Death, Literature Essay, TUE refs, Found Family, High School Issues, DoMaystic event (Tumblr), Day 2: 'unboxing and finding something from the past', DannyMay 2022 (Danny Phantom), Day 5: Lies, Day 26: Overcome, Casper High (Danny Phantom), Families of Choice, Reveal of some past issues, Day 17: Promise, Day 13: 'working from home', Protective Siblings, Sibling Bonding, -Literally Series: Part 16 of Green and Gold Summary:

"What we consider family might be an easy question for anyone regarding the average form of the natural social patterns. Mine, however, doesn't fulfil that usual characterisation. What I call family is much more complicated – or might as be more intimate – than those simplistic titles…"

Dani could never have guessed a single missed-to-write English homework would reveal to her the truth about their cover story. It was not made-up; no, it was very much real for Dan.

#dannymay2022 #day5: lies #day17: promise #day26: overcome #dannymay #domaystic2022 #day2: unboxing and finding something from the past #day13: working from home #dan phantom #dark danny #dani phantom #danielle phantom #tue #the ultimate enemy #sibling stuffs #any other tags are above #have a good read :)#I just loved writing it <3 #heavy issues inside - you were warned

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providencehq · 2 years

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Bruh, I love this Shrike AU so much. How do you think an encounter with Solomon Grundy would go? I'm seeing a few parallels between the two, and I'm curious as to whether or not Solomon would be able to tell that Shrike is in a similar undead state or if Phantom could pose an actual threat to him. And if he does, how such an encounter would be taken by the Batfam if Phantom was witnessed taking Grundy on in a fight and possibly winning.

I think an encounter with Solomon would be a challenge for Danny whether he's Shrike or Phantom. Solomon would be able tell Shrike isn't fully alive, like looking at a warped version of death much like his own. (side note, Danny and Jason can feel something is up with another due to the whole: not fully dead/alive situation but neither can place why the other feels off.) I don't think Shrike would be able to take on Solomon in any way, not posing as a human, without significant backup. Phantom on the other hand can probably take a good fight with Solomon though it's probably much more difficult than his average fights and struggles to fight a new kind of undead/not fully living being. Phantom probably would pose a threat to Solomon when he decides to use his ghost powers to his fullest abilities, something that Phantom has refrained from using most of his powers in order to fit with the image of being a meta. He doesn't want to make himself seem like a threat to those in Gotham but desperate times call for desperate measures. Phantom probably wins the fight, barely, and isn't seen patrolling for a long while due to how much it took out of him.

The Bat family seeing Phantom fight him alone is quite the feat and I think it would make them realize, especially Batman, that the meta truly is playing nice while in Gotham. Phantom could easily wreck havoc yet here he was, restraining himself. It gives Batman a glimpse at more of Phantom's powers and already starts planning ways to counteract them as well as make him keep a closer eye on the meta in case he starts to slip. Batman doesn't want that kind of power loose, not after what he just saw. Red Robin and Nightwing think the interaction they witness was cool and lands Phantom as one of the good guys in their books for the time being. Robin doesn't seem impressed. Red Hood and Black Bat don't express their option on Phantom and his abilities. Signal personally wants to befriend Phantom after that fight, maybe make the bat family seem less like a threat if he knows there's another meta in the city with him.

#mine #my art #shrike au #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp #phantom #batman #dc #solomon gundy #cyrus gold #au #dp x dc #dc x dp #once again this is drawn quickly so i am sorry if it looks off #i am very happy you are enjoying the au!!!#phantom: damn i finally get to let out some stress! *beats the shit out of solomon gundy*#batman: actually you know what i dont think im 100% okay with phantom being in gotham anymore

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geekgirles · 3 years

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L'Oréal Paris references? In Danny Phantom? It's more likely than you think.

#Danny Phantom #dp #danny fenton #tucker foley #doctor's disorders #nickelodeon #nicktoons #l'oreal paris #lol #Tucker is hilarious I stg #I really gotta make a post with some of my favourite funny lines of Sam tho #that's another gold mine

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chaoticookie · 2 years

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I don't know what y'all dreams are, but mine is to become super rich with my stories and go on to buy every cartoon that in some way wasted potential to redo it.

I will list some of them:

He-Man (because it's GOLD and needs to be told to every generation in this world);

Miraculous Ladybug (because it's being wasted right now) (so much potential to such a bad writing...);

Thundercats (to make full use of that potential);

Code Lyoko (to give it as many seasons as possible and make it as famous as it's worth);

Danny Phantom (to give it an ending with no loose ends).

And many more.

#Danny Phantom #Miraculous Ladybug #Code Lyoko #He man #Thundercats #ml marinette #aelita #yumi ishiyama #odd della robbia #adrien agreste

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phantomphangphucker · 3 years

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Phic Phight: [REDACTED] “Oh Goddamnit. DANNY!”

Prompt Creator: @mr-lancers-english-class

Even Danny’s school projects cause ghostly issues and Lancer really should have seen this coming.

Alright fine, Lancer knew this was a bad idea. He knew it. And yet... here they all are, with each of his students doing their self-chosen presentations. And as he should have expected, Every. Single. One. has been on Phantom. Sure at least there’s been some variety. Star’s piece on his fashion and how that reflects on his personality and the era he died was actually fairly interesting (if it wasn’t for the fact that Phantom spiced up his jumpsuit with t-shirts and whatnot sometimes then this would have been a very boring one). Kwan also surprised him some, apparently he’s spent the past year or so sneaking photos of Phantom eating and did a piece on Phantom’s rather peculiar food tastes (who dips their pickles in milkshakes???) as well as effectively providing proof for the existence of ectoplasmic food (there’s no way any earth apples are neon green on the inside). Dash’s wasn’t even correctly calculated, trying to figure out how far Phantom could throw footballs based on his known strength and if he could kill someone by tackling them (disturbingly the answer -regardless of Dash’s bad math- was decidedly yes. Daniel seemed particularly disturbed). And Paulina’s was quite literally a badly written self-insert ship fan fic; the added drawings of what their child would look like only made it worse (Daniel left, not that Lancer could blame him. Lancer’s also glad for the ghost fight interrupting the presentation). Emilie’s was... disturbingly about ghost hunger and purposed the thesis that Phantom, for the good of the town, should eat the aggressor ghosts (he actually had to cut her off for getting too graphic).

But the single most interesting thing was that a ghost apparently caught wind of this and literally Every. Single. Presentation so far had words that were permanently replaced with [REDACTED], which, needless to say, caused some chaos when Samantha gave the very first presentation.

Lancer clicked his pen, crossing his legs and resting the evaluation sheet on his thigh, “alright, Samantha. Feel free to start whenever you please, though soon would be preferred”, by ‘preferred’ he had meant required, but no need to be mean. He chooses to ignore the goth teen's eyeroll.

Predictably the projected screen doesn’t work when she opens her file so Lancer has to spend ten minutes fiddling with the outdated tech that they wouldn’t give the school funding to replace. Eventually, he does get it up and running showing Ms. Manson’s title screen reading ‘Phantom And Hate Crimes Against Blood Blossoms’. Lancer’s positive ‘blood blossoms’ are a type of flower, figures she would do something nature-focused. She’d make for a great herbalist or botanist someday. He does catch Daniel and Tucker giving her ‘death glares’, as the kids call it, though; Samatha doesn’t look any less smug. The second page has what he thinks was supposed to be a detailed drawing of a flower but it’s severely pixilated, almost as if it been blurred; Samantha looks visibly upset so he’s going to assume something when wrong with the file or pasting format. He’s not marking on artistic capabilities though, so effort is effort there.

She quickly clicks to the next page, where the actual writing of the assignment is and looks decidedly pissed; Lancer even quirks an eyebrow since at least two-thirds of the words are a very bold noticeable [REDACTED]. Lancer watches her yank out her physical copy while glaring with murderous intent at Daniel -Lancer will have to dock him marks if he messed with another student's project- before looking at the physical copy in bafflement for a few seconds. Half the class shrieking when she drops the papers and basically launches herself over the desks at Daniel, “OH YOU LITTLE FUCKER!!!! HOW THE FUCK!”.

Lancer’s sighs and stands, “language, Ms. Manson”, moving to pick up the papers and quirking an eyebrow over them looking the same. Sighing again and eyeing Daniel, who’s being choked -or throttled perhaps?- by Samantha yet is grinning innocently. “Daniel, messing with other students' work is against student policy”, sighing yet again, “and I’ll let Star go while Samantha fixes her document”, summoning up the blonde while glaring at Daniel. Some days that boy was more trouble than he was worth but he was also insanely bright and had a heart of gold. Lancer knows he’ll do good things someday, and that’s why he still tries with him.

Half the class is snickering or laughing now and Star is very clearly trying not to laugh as she sets up.

However, as soon as it opens up the class is met with a very familiar sight. [REDACTED] litters every single page; he checked. And Star’s physical copy was in the same state.

Kwan blinks, “okay seriously, what is going on”, before scrambling to grab out his own physical copy; the rest of the class going wide-eyed and following suit. Lancer just puts his head in his hands and sighs very audibly while shaking his head. Why could nothing go right? Sighing again as the class erupts into noise.

“Mines all weird too!”.

“Same here!”.

“Okay there is no way Fenturd messed up everyone’s work”.

“And I actually tried on mine! It was about the merits of Phantom getting armour!”.

“Oh damn do we just get auto hundreds now? Please please please say yes”.

“Oh damn, Phantom would actually look awesome in armour”.

“I know right”.

“Can we just skip class entirely now?”.

“Oh my Zone a ghost messed with or work”.

“Holy Shit”.

“Wait! Wait! Wait! You don’t think Phantom did do you?”.

“Why the heck would he do that? How would he even know??????”.

“Oh I hope Phantom was inside my computer. That would be so hot”.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe someone told him or he overheard shit. He’s a ghost, he can be invisible. Heck, he could be here, right now, invisible”.

“Invisible and laughing at us”.

“No! No! Hold up! What if he doesn’t want us writing about him or maybe someone wrote some sus shit and he just nerfed us all for good measure”.

“That would mean Phantom totally read my stuff, aw Hell yeah man. That was some boss shit”,

Lancer sighs and stands up, “alright that’s enough”, sighing again because why did this have to happen to him, “and I apologies for blaming you earlier, Daniel”.

Samantha snaps, “oh no, I still blame him”, and continues glaring at the teen. Lancer suspects Samantha would continue blaming the boy even if it was firmly proven he wasn’t at fault.

Addressing the class again, “here’s what we’re going to do, you’re going to read off what of your projects you actually can and allude to the rest. Please reframe from repeating what you know was there beforehand as I’d rather not have whatever ghost responsible -Phantom or otherwise- come here pissed off”, glaring at few students who look slightly encouraged rather than discouraged by that prospect, “anyone who does will receive automatic zeroes”, ah and the encouraged looks have deflated. Good. Gesturing at Star, “you’re already up here, so do continue”. Better to not bring the clearly infuriated Samantha back to the front until she’s had some time to calm down.

Star nods and clears her throat, thankfully everyone quiets down. “O-okay, well, um”, gesturing at the screen, “I did my piece on Phantom’s sense of fashion and the cover image was one with him dressed in one of the Spook Sense stores meme shirts....”.

Lancer shakes away the memory, he honestly slightly regrets giving this project. But regardless right now is Daniel’s turn and Lancer is honestly slightly fearful of what his file is going to look like. Thankfully all their files were saved to his computer before the [REDACTED] debacle, so no one could go back in and edit theirs to add [REDACTED]’s for an easy grade. Lancer’s still not exactly sure how he’s supposed to mark assignments that were anywhere from one-fifth to one-third [REDACTED]. That word will be burned into his head after this grading period.

Lancer moves to find the boys file, but stares when clicking it crashes the computer. Not once. Not twice. But thrice. The fourth time rebooting the computer he inspects the file and is a bit dumbfounded, “Daniel, your entire file’s corrupted. The file type has even been changed to redacted, which I’m fairly sure, isn’t actually any possible file designation”. Everyone’s silent for a bit before bursting out into laughter.

“Just what the Zone did you write, Danny!”.

“Oh we so have to know what this is now”.

“Danny has the forbidden knowledge! We haft found him! The keeper of things forbidden and Ghostly! Haza!”.

“Ha! It was probably so lame that Phantom wanted to save him the embarrassment”.

Lancer sighs, but Daniel gestures Tucker up, “hey Tuck, feel like trying to fix the file”. Tucker chuckles and walks up, though apparently glaring at the boy. Based on Daniel’s smirk he finds this quite amusing.

Tucker does manage to make the file viewable at least. Lancer nods and leans back in his seat, “thank you, Mr. Foley”, while the file loads on screen.

Tucker sits back down with a head shake while Daniel stands at the front and gestures to the screen, “aight, as you can see from my not redacted title-”, that earns a couple laughs, “I did mine on Phantom’s portfolio of crime. Every single time our dear Phantom broke ghost law. Including such wonderful things as, that time he caused not one, not two, not even three, but five, prison breaks in one day. Or that time he invalidated a Observant spectator duel by bringing an inflatable sword”. Samantha slams a hand on her desk, “IT IS YOUR FAULT YOU DICK!”.

Lancer has some serious questions as Daniel clicks for the next page, the entire class going dead silent as a screen comprising of almost nothing but the word [REDACTED] shows. Lancer sighs very audibly. Eventually the class starts up again.

“Fenton... actually has forbidden knowledge”.

“If it wasn’t for the teacher computer saved thing I’d think he was fucking with us”.

“I mean... he is a Fenton, right?”.

“Okay the fact that this entire presentation is on ghost crimes is concerning alone. But they’re forbidden ghost crimes at that”.

“Shit I wanted the tea. Damnit”.

“Better question, how does Danny know?”.

Daniel clicking the button to go forward is very audible. And, Chicken Soup For The Soul, every single page is [REDACTED] to the point of being completely and utterly unintelligible. There are occasional lines pointing out how Phantom apparently ate confetti at a ghosts third wedding (which is apparently illegal for some reason) or that time he beat someone up with a violin that had a pie inside it (Lancer can see this one, Lancer himself has smacked a ghost with stranger). Literally the only photo that isn’t blurred beyond recognition is one of Phantom in a prison uniform (Paulina was very vocal about liking men in uniform here). Lancer is absolutely positive the end of his conclusion ‘[REDACTED] are a bunch of [REDACTED]’ is an insult.

Samantha chucks a boot at his smirking face, “YOU IDIOT. Of course they were going to block you from talking about them. Ancients, I can’t believe you”. Tucker’s busy laughing into his hand.

“Oh my Zone, they know too”.

“They’re really earning that weirdo trio title, huh”.

Daniel snickers as he sits back down, “they broke into my room and wrecked that epic puzzle I was working on. They shoulda seen this shit coming. Literally”. Tucker snorts, “they probably did but couldn’t do anything else about it. They can’t stop you and your endless bullshit”.

“Damn fucking straight”.

Lancer isn’t going to claim to know what exactly they’re talking about but apparently Daniel effectively orchestrated this entire fiasco just to annoy some ghost. Lancer is honestly more impressed than disturbed. A for effort but an A- for making everyone's work nigh unusable.

End.

Prompt: For the last project of their senior year in high school, Mr. Lancer is letting his class do presentations on literally whatever topic they want. He is very, /very/ sure that this is going to go poorly, but that's a problem for later...

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moipale · 4 years

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DP Side Hoes Week Day 7: Cujo/Reveal

her son, knelt beside a ghost ; ao3 link

The ghost dog is a well-known specter among Amity Park’s ghost hunters. It has personally invaded Maddie’s lab time and time enough for her to recognize its ectosignature in her radars, and the Red Huntress has been observed to treat it with particular violence.

Despite how much of a nuisance it is, the dog is not a particularly dangerous ghost. Maddie and Jack can contain it relatively easily, and it responds to a fair amount of the commands living dogs do. To be fair, it doesn’t always obey those commands, but it doesn’t outright ignore them, which is a step further than they’ve gotten with most other ghosts.

No, the ghost dog would be more of a pest than a threat, and as such a target for destruction or dissection, were it not for one factor: that it seems particularly attached to Phantom.

When provoked, the ghost dog can be truly formidable. What kind of destruction might it reap, were Phantom to command it? How many lives might it take before she and Jack could contain it? Aside from the potential dangers, if she and Jack were to dispose of the dog, what might they lose in regards to Phantom?

It’s rare to catch the ghost boy in one place for very long, but the few times he’s been spotted engaging with the dog have been the longest he’s stayed in one area to date. Neither Maddie or Jack forsook those opportunities. First, they attempted to catch him. When that proved fruitless, they took to observation, and what a gold mine such an endeavor begot.

Danny Phantom, in his moments spent with the ghost dog, does not display the same territorial, threatening behavior he does when in combat with other invading ghosts. Rather, he regards the dog with an apparent fondness similar to that of a human with their pet. He plays fetch with it. It’s baffling, and a research opportunity like no other.

Maddie has countless pages of data, extrapolations, and theories as to the relationships between ghosts. She has analyses that factor in volatility, goals, obsession, the differences between humanoid and animalistic ghosts and their relationships with and between each other, what factors are conducive to a relationship, what factors detract from one. Most of it is hypothesis. Aside from the occasional ghostly team-ups, which are admittedly short-lived and based upon hostile intention, Phantom is the only sapient ghost on record to have been observed positively interacting with another ghost.

The phone rings upstairs. Maddie starts, her tunnel vision clearing—she’d been focusing too diligently on her stacks of notes. A glance at the clock tells her its been much longer than she’d realized that she was sitting there, scouring every detail, searching for a new piece of evidence to tie her hypotheses together.

Across the room, Jack starts to get up, but Maddie stops him with a wave of her hand. “I’ll get it,” she offers, already heading for the stairs. “I need a break.”

She picks it up on the last ring, and is treated to the familiar tones of the Casper High School secretary, whose voice trembles in that way it always does when he’s calling about ghost-related troubles. It doesn’t tremble quite enough for the incident to be very serious, though, and Maddie bites back a sigh. At least it isn’t another Danny issue.

He stutters out a harried explanation: the ghost dog has taken over the gym, and is preventing Ms. Tetslaff from teaching. How fitting, Maddie thinks, and she cuts off the man’s nervous ramblings. “Of course. We’ll be there right away to take care of it. Don’t worry.”

All it takes is a quick call of, “Jack, there’s a ghost at the high school!” for her husband to come running up, weapons already in hand. She smiles at him—his enthusiasm has never stopped being endearing—and matches his pace as he heads for the door.

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When they get there, they’re redirected in short order to the school gym, which reeks of ghoul before they get anywhere near it. Maddie’s sensors pick it up immediately, though she looks at them in confusion before turning to the secretary, who leads them nervously toward the doors.

“I thought you said only the ghost dog was here? I’m picking up two ghosts.” At that, the man seems to shrivel even further, his anxiety mounting.

“That’s what I was told, ma’am,” he squeaks out, and then gestures to the doors, which have loomed up before them. A flimsy barricade has been erected, which would prove as absolutely no obstacle to a ghost, but which probably made the school officials feel better. Maddie doesn’t comment on it.

“Well, we can take it from here. Thank you for escorting us,” she says firmly, and he takes the dismissal to heart, retreating so swiftly he almost jogs back the way they came.

Without further ado, Jack scatters the barrier—made up of mostly chairs and desks—before slamming the doors open, barging into the gym, Maddie following quickly behind.

She gets an answer to her question immediately. Standing before them in the center of the gym, and interfering with their equipment as usual, is Danny. Around him runs the ghost dog, circling him and yipping happily. Danny’s clearly noticed their entrance—he gives his father a little wave, makes eye contact with her—but he doesn’t seem concerned at their presence, nor does he run to them for protection. He doesn’t even seem scared, which, for a boy who’s notoriously terrified of ghosts, is huge. Maddie has to squash her pride as the mother in her threatens to overwhelm the scientist.

That said, Danny is standing next to a dangerous spectral entity, and so the moment she collects herself, she calls out, “Danny, dear, get away from that ectoplasmic scum!” She strides forward, removing a Fenton Blaster from her belt as she does, aiming for the dog.

“Mom, wait!” Danny protests. She wouldn’t have stopped, but the dog finally notices her, yips, and skitters behind Danny’s legs, cowering. “Come on, he’s not going to hurt you. Cujo’s just a dog!”

“Cujo?” Maddie questions, looking sharply at her son.

“That’s his name. Look, it’s on his collar.” Danny kneels next to the dog and reaches for it. Maddie tenses, her finger on the trigger, but the dog sits pretty, letting Danny pull it forward to show off the tag on its collar.

On the front is, curiously, the logo for Axion Labs. On the back, etched in neat letting, is the name Cujo, though the validity of what Danny said is the farthest thing from her mind at the moment. No, the important detail here is that Danny—her son, who is terrified of ghosts and wants nothing to do with the family business—is comfortable enough with this dog that he can tell her with complete confidence not to attack it. Not only that, but the fact that he knows its name tells her he’s been around it before, most possibly on multiple occasions—and he hadn’t breathed a word of it to her or Jack.

“Danny-boy, don’t touch it! It’ll contaminate you!” Jack levels a gun far larger than necessary at both Danny and the ghost dog. “Stay still, pal, I’ll get it!”

Danny’s eyes widen. Before Jack can do anything, however, Maddie reaches out and pushes the barrel of the gun up, so the shot fires high, missing Danny and… Cujo entirely.

“Hold on, dear. It hasn’t attacked yet,” she says, placating her husband. Danny shoots her a grateful look, a small smile tugging at the edges of his mouth. It hits her, suddenly, how little she’s seen her son these past few years. This one small, tentative smile seems monumental, laid before her so simply. How long has it been since she’d listened to Danny when he asked her to back down?

How long has it been since they’ve talked, without a ghost standing between them?

“Guys, really,” Danny says, drawing her out of her thoughts. “Cujo’s just a dog. If I ask, he’ll go back to the Ghost Zone.” He says it casually, but Maddie snaps to attention. Danny didn’t say, “if we ask,” or “if you ask.” He said “if I ask,” like the dog has some attachment to him. Like Cujo is his.

“Look,” Danny says, and she watches him walk over to the side of the gym where an equipment cart is parked. From it, he pulls a softball. Cujo still sits where Danny had left it, but perks up when he raises the ball. “Go, fetch!” Danny calls, tossing the ball towards the other end of the gym. It soars over Cujo’s head, and the little ghost yips and tears after it, claws clicking on the gym floor.

As Maddie watches Danny watch the ghost, she sees how relaxed his shoulders are, the soft smile playing on his lips. He looks at Cujo with fondness, the picture of a boy and his dog. A human and their pet.

For all her focus has been on her ghost hunting, how has she missed her son growing up? How has she not noticed the way he’s grown into his body: lean muscle, comfortable slouch, a confident set to his shoulders. The last she’d looked, really looked, he’d seemed so small and meek.

How long has she observed Danny Phantom, studying that same figure?

Her arm droops by her side, gun pointed uselessly at the floor. She feels boneless, all of a sudden, watching her son walk calmly across the gym floor, ready to meet the ghost dog as it careens back toward him, softball held awkwardly in its tiny mouth. Danny and Danny. Fenton and Phantom. A boy and his dog.

Against the light of the late afternoon sun, streaming in from one of the far windows, Danny’s hair is lit up like a beacon. Haloed, it appears almost white.

How many times has she caught his eye in the darkness and thought she saw a hint of green?

Danny grunts as Cujo jumps at his chest, but he catches the little dog, prying the softball from its mouth with some difficulty. “Hah, give that to me, you little rascal,” he says, talking to it with the same tone of voice Maddie’s father used to talk to her childhood dog with.

Her son, knelt beside a ghost, playing with it.

Fondness. A human and their pet.

Confident set to his shoulders.

“Okay, boy. Time to go home.” The wag of Cujo’s tail slows a little. “Yeah. Go on home, buddy.” He makes a little shooing motion with his hands, and, though the dog looks disappointed, it turns tail and goes.

And Maddie lets it.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #dp fanfiction #dp side hoes week #my fics

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kimera20 · 4 years

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Bones

Dannymay 2020 day 16

Also in AO3 and FF

“Those are a lot of bones” Danny said.

“Indeed” Pandora nodded.

“And all of those are mine?” Danny asked awed.

“By the wording our laws yes, they are. We only came to make sure that they would respond to you” Pandora said.

A few weeks ago Danny received a message indicating that for the ‘Right of Conquest’ everything of Pariah Dark was now his. It included his lair, treasures, weapons, army and title, so now Danny could be known as the Ghost King Phantom. Danny’s response was a rotund no, he didn't want to be the ghost king at all.

After the reassurance of Clockwork, Frostbite, Princess Dora and Pandora that he didn't have to govern them, after all they been without a king for thousands of years and know how to govern their own places, and that he didn't have more responsibilities. Only then Danny accepted it.

The first thing he did was explore the lair, it was a huge castle but empty and dready, lucky the sarcophagus with the previous king wasn't anywhere in the castle, Clockwork later told him it had been moved to a secure location. The decor wasn't really his stile, probably Sam but she would want other colors than red and black, just as he finished the thought the color of the castle changed to a base black with white decor, Danny liked that some of the details looked like stars.

He then found the treasure room, more like a basement filled with gold and precious gems. Apparently he was rich now though he had to ask for help to use it in earth, there was no way people don't question him in the origin of it, maybe Tucker would know, he was really good at business, just not very lucky on them.

The last location was the outside, where the skeleton army of the Ghost King rested and defended the castle in case of attack, problem was Danny didn't know how to wake them up, or what to do with them in cse they woke up. That’s why he had asked for help and Pandora was the one to respond, being the closer to his new lair and having an army of her own made her the best choice.

“So what do I do?” Danny asked looking clueless at her.

“Tell them to rise to your service” Pandora said.

“Um… rise?” Danny said to the semi buried skeletons getting no response.

“Try to say it in a commanding voice” Pandora suggested amused.

“Urgh alright. But don't laugh” Danny pleaded embarrassed.

“Of course” Pandora said trying to hide a smile with one of her hands.

Danny cleared his throat before screaming “RISE!”

The ground trembled while the undead army stood in front of its commander. There were thousand of them, the great majority were made of human skeletons, armed with swords and bows, some even had axes. There were some animals mostly horses, dogs, five unidentifiable masses of bones put together to make quadruped beasts the size of elephants and two dragons a little smaller than Princess Dora. All with their bones bright green of ectoplasm and ready for they orders.

“Now what?” Danny asked in awe of the sheer numbers of skeletons.

“Now you order and they do what you say” Pandora said.

“So if I say to bow woul-” Danny was interrupted by the sound of thousands of bones moving at the same time, his army bowing to him.

“Alright. You can rest now, return to sleep” Danny ordered and his army obeyed.

“They will do anything I say even if it wasn't an order right?” Danny asked.

“It’s that way with non sentient soldiers. I prefer mine to think and learn, that's why I reclute others that want to fight for me” Pandora explained.

“Oh like a robot army” Danny said.

“I don't know what are those but if it helps you understand then yes, like that” Pandora said slightly confused, she’ll have to ask later.

“Wait, what would happen if I wake them in Amity Park?” Danny asked.

“They will appear there, probably rising like you saw here” Pandora said.

“I don't want the whole army to appear if I need like only three of them” Danny said worried, he didn’t want to swarm the town with green skeletons.

“Hm… try to be more specific in your sumon” Pandora suggested.

“Alright. Three rise!” Danny exclaimed.

Three skeletons woke up, two humans with swords and one animal, it looked like a horse but with fangs.

“Yes! It worked! You can rest now” Danny said and the skeletons obeyed.

“Thanks Pandora” Danny said, he didn't want to imagine all the mistakes he would had made without help.

“You are welcome friend. Though just for curiosity, what do you plan to do with your army?” Pandora asked.

“Well, not much, maybe help me fight other ghosts in Amity. I don't have a lot of ideas right now” Danny said.

“I see. Well I have to return to my place, feel free to visit anytime you want” Pandora said.

“Sure, see you later. I better go and finish to explore the castle I want to show my friends all of it” Danny said excited.

“Good luck with that” Pandora said waving, she was glad that over all ghosts it was Phantom the one to defeat the tyrant king. An army that big in the hands of the most compassionate ghost she had seen in decades would do good to everyone.

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goliath-de-senfina-sango · 4 years

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Danny had just finished dealing with one problem when a sort of old problem reared it's ugly head and made itself a priority. For once, he may have to deal with a supernatural entity the same way any Fenton traditionally would.

trigger warning for suicide mention and school shooting mention

“Uh, well, I know a way I can help.” Danny smiled, rubbing the back of his head. “Sorry for making that wish without asking your permission but I have a feeling you’ll like this one.”

“I’m certain.” Desiree sighed and turned to fly away, but Danny couldn’t just let her go like that. People made wishes haphazardly all the time, and interpretation was a horrible thing to mix magick into.

“I wish that you were free of the curse that was laid on you.” She froze, turning to stare at him with wide red eyes. Pink and green light gathered around her fingertips and she raised her hands.

“So you have wished it… so shall it be.” A cloud of smoke enveloped her like a cocoon, and Danny squinted into it. A wave of force exploded from the cloud and all the booths shook with the energy released, Danny being knocked to the ground. When he looked up, Desiree was blue-skinned, her silver armbands violet and her dress a dark green. Eyes like stars looked down upon her new form, bottom half still a cloud of wispy mist, and she slowly began to smile and laugh. “I’m… free? I’m free! Thank you, Danny, thank you so much!” She flicked her hand, pink and blue ripples of light fixing up the cotton candy explosion and even setting Danny on his feet properly. “I had thought I’d never be free of that wretched curse!”

“No problem! Just, if you can avoid it, please don’t go hurting anyone?” She arched a brow at him and Danny winced. “I mean, I’m kind of trying to keep everyone, ghosts and humans alike, safe in my town, you know?”

“I cannot promise not to hurt anyone but I won’t be staying in this Realm for long.” Desiree smiled, a sharp and dangerous baring of teeth and a gaze fixed on something far beyond them that Danny felt pity for. “After all, I have to find the fool who did this to me and show him how it feels. And then, I’ll return to my own realm, and a queendom of my own shall be mine!” She laughed, lights and swirls of colors that his brain had no way of making sense of dancing around her, and throughout the park. After a moment, she sighed and patted his head. “Thank you, Danny. Stay safe.” And in a swirl of pink that might not have actually been pink, she was gone.

Danny took a moment to feel all warm and tingly inside about how he helped someone so easily, and then he let everything slide past him and through him, flying into the ground and then back up under the table. The cold of his ghost curled back up into a ball somewhere within him and his skin regained its color and warmth, the world settling back into a thin extreme indigo lense. He crawled out from under the table cloth and found Tucker, staring at where he had been, and tackled him. They tumbled to the ground with a yelp from Tucker and Danny laughed, rolling away from the zap of the belt. “Dude, Desiree is a Jinni! I wished for a dick and now I have magickally transitioned.”

“Don’t let my being crushed into the ground by you fool ya, I’m genuinely overjoyed for you about that.” Tucker lifted his head and laughed, deactivating the Specter Deflector before dragging Danny into a hug in the grass. The hug lasted longer than he felt this deserved, even if he was over the moon about it. It was also tighter than it should be, and Tucker’s gold was streaked with all kinds of wild blurples, marshons and even some grick.

“Dude, are you alright?” Danny patted Tucker’s back when he just squeezed tighter and sighed. “Ok. We can do this, but like, we’re gonna get stepped on.” Tucker relented, finally, and they got up, dusting the dirt and grass from their clothes before Danny was hugged, again. “Tuck?”

“I… we need to talk, with the others too.” Well, this promised to be interesting at least. A good distraction from what happened before, hopefully.

It was not, in fact, a good distraction from the shapeshifter that had essentially murdered him (Sam was not the cause, no matter what she probably thought, and he needed to tell her that at some point, she deserved to hear it). No, instead Danny, Sydney and through the skype call Sam listened to Tucker tell them about how he’d wished that Danny hadn’t gone into the portal and apparently all hell broke loose from that. On one hand, it was almost freeing to know that even if Danny hadn’t caved to peer pressure like an idiot, the portal still would’ve been wrong when it turned on. It ached to know that if he hadn’t died in there, his sister would’ve died out here.

But the burning in Danny’s soul was nothing, apparently, compared to Sydney. “Wait, Tucker, did you say, Spectra? As in Penelope Spectra?” Oh boy, Danny knew that tone and he didn’t like it.

“Yes…” Tucker backed up a bit, while Danny shifted to stand in front of him, hand in his pocket. “She’s the guidance counselor at Casp-”

Sydney glitched, glitched hard. His features stretched, twisted, overlapped before settling on the image of a corpse, blood dripping from his mouth and the back of his skull as he hissed fury that made the skype call lag and crackle with static. “Penelope Spectra should be dead like the rest of us! I- show me a picture of her. Now!”

“Ok, ok,” Tucker said, pulling up a picture from the school’s website. “There’s surely plenty of people with that name, Sydney, no need to freak out.”

Except, he did. When they pulled up the image of a ginger woman with hair done up in what looked almost like horns and a red business suit, the air around Sydney shone with green and his eyes were pits of red light. “THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE! NO ONE CAN SURVIVE A BULLET TO THE HEAD LIKE THAT! I SURE AS HELL DIDN’T AND NEITHER DID ANY OF THE OTHER BULLIES LIKE HER!”

Tucker, slowly, exited the browser and reactivated his Specter Deflector™ while Danny gently tugged Sydney back from the screen. It stung, the dark reddish colors radiating off Sydney like heat, anger that wasn’t his own boiling in his chest. Danny took a slow, deep breath, and when he breathed out he pushed the anger out of him with it. “Breathe with me, Syd. Can you do that?”

“I’m dead buster.”

“Yeah, and you don’t need to breathe, but can you?” The glitching slowed ever so slightly, and Danny brought his energy as close to the surface as he could while still human. “In and out, c’mon. In,” the heat receded, concentrated, burned darker for it. “Out.” It dissipated in waves, ripples of static on his screens and Tucker grabbed the laptop to keep the current from ruining it. They did that, breathing, for a while until Sydney looked less like a floating corpse and more like a monochrome translucent image. He rubbed his arms and looked away while Danny turned to lock eyes with Tucker. Tucker was busily typing away on the laptop now that nothing was interfering with the wifi signal. “Tuck?”

“It’s a good thing Sydney stays away from the school,” he muttered, Sam snorting over the line. “Is it possible for an unagitated ghost to have some color and look like a human being?”

“Uh, not that I know about.” Danny glanced at Sydney and gave him a pat on the back. “Syd?”

“I-I don’t know… I’ve been a bit stuck, on the other side you know?” Sydney was becoming fuzzier at the edges and Danny sighed when he realized the other boy was invisible. “Maybe someone else would know.”

“Right,” Tucker drawled. “Syd, do you wanna come with us to go ask Agatha about this? If we’re dealing with a well-hidden ghost, then I wanna make sure you two are on top of your game. A hearty meal, or I guess a ghouly meal, is essential for any fight.”

Sydney at least flickered back into something easier on the eyes if not fully there, and he chuckled. “Uh, maybe? Who’s Agatha?”

“Agatha Reece,” Sam said over the call, pausing to cough into her arm. “She’s the ghost of a lunch lady at Casper.” Sydney’s white eyes went wider than humanly possible, a touch of sepia seeping into his greyscale.

“Ah, you know what, I think I’ll just head out and go see some sights. I’m sure you two don’t need me to help you grab a snack.” With that, Sydney flew through Tucker’s ceiling, and Danny leaned back in his chair, a heavy sigh on his lips. It felt like a lot of pressure just rose off of his chest, though there another pressure entirely coming from his swirling thoughts.

“It’s a damn good thing I got Sydney out of the school before he actually saw Dash doing the shit I ranted to him about.” They all laughed at that, and Danny felt a bit lighter still. “Though, I imagine school’d be pretty interesting without him.”

“Yeah, we could actually walk around without worrying about getting shoved into a locker.” Tucker stretched his limbs out, and Danny felt an ache in his joints just at the reminder. “What a stereotype.”

“As much as I’m glad to cheer on the virtues of Jazz’s therapy sessions with Sydney,” Sam cut in with a shaky, light laugh of her own. “We still need to figure this Spectra thing out.”

“I’m looking her up and while she’s not stupid enough to use the same name over and over again, her picture is sorta everywhere over the past five decades,” Tucker muttered. Danny got up and rested his chin on Tucker’s shoulder, taking in the image of a barely, if at all, changing face go throughout the ages back to the 50s. “Cause if she’s a ghost, she’s gotta be using a lot of energy to keep looking like that.”

“That’s if she’s a ghost,” Sam said. There was a long moment of quiet after that, and Sam went off-screen, grabbing some book that looked older than Spectra. “Guys, you just said a Jinni flew off to get revenge on a ghost, how do we know there aren’t other things out there.”

“Mom and Dad have been to other places before…” Danny felt his hand slipping out of reality as the realization hit him like a football to the face. “They’ve made so many windows to other places and then if a drone could survive going in, they went in, and then Jazz and I went in with them. Holy shit, what if there was stuff in there we just couldn’t see?”

“What did Sydney and Agatha call the other side?” Sam sniffled. “The Infinite Realms? There’s probably a whole lot of things that Spectra could be.”

“Based on this track record of depression, she’s either a shitty psychologist who doesn’t get how the human mind works, or she’s fucking up people’s lives on purpose.” Tucker shifted so Danny could see the news article that he was looking at better. “That’s a lot of people who went from average mental states to killing themselves, or going into self-isolation.”

“Maybe she likes ruining people’s lives,” Sam muttered. “There’s plenty of legends and myths about things that like to do that. Danny, have your parents made anything that might help reveal a supernatural being hiding as a human?”

“I… maybe? I’ll have to check, I haven’t been paying attention to their weapons or anything lately.” He had been actively avoiding anything offensive that his parents made besides the plasma rifle he had. He wasn’t looking to have things go off on him, after all. “Tuck, you check with Agatha about what Spectra might be and I’ll head home, see what Mom and Dad have worked on. Sam, you see if you can find anything on, I dunno, emotional vampires or straight-up assholes who love ruining lives in folklore.”

“Can do, captain, but there’s a lot of the latter in every kind of story.” Sam offered a wave before ending the call and Danny sighed, sagging in his chair.

“Look at you, takin charge like a hero.” Tucker hugged him again, and Danny leaned into his side.

“Yeah. Let’s hope I can keep being a hero.”

#TW suicide mention #tw school shooting mention #Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Desiree #Tucker Foley #Sam Manson #Sydney Poindexter #fanfiction #fanfic #phanfiction #phanfic #fanphiction #fanphic #phanphiction #phanphic #Monstrous to Supernatural #MtS #Rexy Writes

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t100ficrecsblog · 4 years

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an interview with @that-english-nerd (she/hers)

what are you working on right now? Three things!

My next chapter for my witch!AU where Bellamy is the son of a witch, and Clarke enlists his help to find out what happened to her father and his sister.

And a prompt for @bellarkefic-for-blm with princess!Clarke and knight!Bellamy. It's a little outside of my comfort zone but I enjoy writing it. I currently have stumbled upon some technical difficulties where I lost everything I wrote for it so now I'm back to square one.

I’m also looking for the next chapter of a Voltron fic I’ve been working on. It’s super silly but it’s ridiculous amounts of fun, I want to write so much for it.

what’s something you’d like to write one day? I think it's been a pipe dream of mine to write a novel that captures the spirit of the YA books I grew up on but that people of all ages can enjoy. I want it to be my ultimate self-indulgent fantasy where I combine all the things I loved as a reader. A fantasy/sci-fi, action, a good satisfying romance, complex emotions.

It's also important to me that the main character is brown-skinned like I am, and that the book discusses different philosophies and cultures without ever saying one is right. Growing up as the child of immigrants, I've always struggled with clashing cultures and it took me a while to learn that neither culture is more right than the other, and that our differences in how we think are what makes being human meaningful. I want something that acknowledges those parts of the human experience without villainizing or glorifying its existence.

what is the fanwork you’re most proud of? Honestly? It's this moodboard I made for my Winx Club!AU. I really like how it came out aesthetically speaking, and I'm fond of the story. I do have some things I'd change about the story stemming from the fact I wrote it one sitting but I don't know if I'll ever make the changes. Still. It was a fun piece to write.

why did you first start writing fic? I really, really just wanted to write some more scenes for my favorite couples who I felt were robbed in books. I just wanted to write some cute shit, man. Since then I’ve written for 39 Clues, Maximum Ride, Demashitaa! Powerpuff Girls Z, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Powerpuff Girls, Hush, Hush, Danny Phantom, Giver, Legend of Korra, Jimmy Neutron, Code Lyoko, 100, Voltron: Legendary Defender, Lucifer, and Penryn & the End of Days.

what frustrates you most about fic writing? plot. specifically, non-emotional plot. like what even is that. If the plot is driven by emotional development, it’s still hard to come up with specific structures for moments but like if things need to happen outside of their emotions, oh whee boy do I struggle. For me, emotions tend to naturally evolve from one thing into the next and it’s easy for the characters to lead me where their emotions take them. It’s harder when things need to develop outside of that.

Other than that, motivation is a big roadblock. Struggling with depression, anxiety and my other responsibilities, I can go without touching a piece of writing for months. I feel the itch very often but it’s one that goes unindulged.

what are your top five songs right now? - Experience by Victoria Monét with Kahlid, SG Lewis - BALI by Rich Brian with Guapdad 100 - Etch by RILEY THE MUSICIAN with Iker - Culver by Mac Wetha

what are your inspirations? Usually pictures or stories! My witch!AU was inspired by an aesthetic picture I saw on tumblr and most of my other stuff has been inspired by other stuff I read. It’s not necessarily specific plot points—though, sometimes some plot threads are too good to give up—but rather the emotional journey the characters go through. Poems and other media also feed the old noggin.

what first attracted you to Bellarke? what attracts you now? It turns out I have a thing for reluctant partners turned lovers. I really liked how the two shouldered responsibilities that no one else really had, and that despite their differences, they had the capacity to understand and empathize with each other when no one else would. It would've been so easy for Bellamy and Clarke to fall into an endless cycle of blaming each other for their decisions. We see it in the other characters, in other TV shows--a constant battle where only one person's philosophy can prevail. But with Bellamy and Clarke, they have always shown empathy and accepted each other. It might not have been right, maybe they themselves would've done something different, but at the end of the day, Bellamy and Clarke try to understand and accept each other for who they are. Present tense. I think that kind of, frankly mature, love is something we don't see in media all too often.

BESIDES Bellarke, what character or pairing do you like best on t100? hmmmm

I do enjoy memori, they make me happy. I also have a soft spot for Raven and Roan. Anything with Wells is gold bc I really want to see how he could've changed the show. Oh, and Minty. This wonderful idea will always be a favorite of mine.

why did you decide to start writing for bellarkefic-for-blm? I’ve been wanting to do more for a bit because I, personally, avoid social media activism. @bellarkefic-for-blm is an amazing way to leverage whatever platform I have to incite awareness and action by using my strengths. I can do this really cool thing that I enjoy to help something critically important.

what’s your writing process like (esp for prompts, chopped!, etc)? it’s a hot diggity dog mess. I kind of do whatever I feel like. If I want to write a scene, I’ll write a scene. If I want to write dialogue, I’ll write dialogue. If I want to write an outline, I’ll write an outline. Chronological order is not guaranteed. Because writing tends to be an extremely emotionally exhaustive task for me, it’s easier for me to write more if I let go and follow whatever whims I have so that I don’t compromise my urge to write. My guarantee is that I try to milk the whim for whatever it’s worth. If I start an outline, I’ll finish it. I’ll have music in usually but I’ll pause it often to think about whatever it is I need to say.

what are some things you’d like to recommend? Some bellarke fics that’ll make you chuckle: So put your hands down my pants and I bet you’ll feel nuts by Chash You know you drive me up the wall by coffee_grounders The (Bullet Pointed) Life and Times of Bellamy Blake by crystalkei, dirtytrix

Other than that:

- Albums: Ungodly Hour by Chloe x Halle, SAWAYAMA by Rina Sawayama, Punisher by Phoebe Bridgers - Musicians: Matt Nathanson, Mat Kearney - TV Shows: Nikita, Code Lyoko - Books: Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor

You can find her on here on Tumblr @that-english-nerd, or on her AO3 here. Request a fic written by her via @bellarkefic-for-blm.

#bellarkefic for blm #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #bellarkefics for blm interview

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do you have a favorite song?

((You’ve activated my special interest, I shall now talk about music for way too fucking long

Under the cut cause it’s gonna be long))

So I mentioned here some favorite songs, but since it’s just about 4am and I have nothing better to do, I’ll expand on that list

In no particular order from my fav bands

Fav Sonata Arctica songs

- Shy - San Sebastian - Wolf & Raven - Kingdom for a Heart - FullMoon - Replica

Fav Autoheart songs (I love literally all of them but I”m not gonna put their entire discography here so here’s some recommendations for if you wanna get into the band yourself)

- Lent - Stalker’s Tango - My Hallelujah - Control - The Sailor Song - Robbing Banks - Anniversary - Agoraphobia - Heartbreaker - Moscow - Foolishly Wrong - Murky Waters

Fav Ghost songs

- I’m a Marionette - Witch Image - Mary on a Cross - Dance Macabre - Kiss the Go-Goat - Rats - Year Zero - Monstrance Clock - Cirice - Square Hammer - He Is

Fav Streetlight Manifesto songs

- Keasbey Nights - One Foot on the Gas, One Foot in the Grave - A Better Place, a Better Time - Everything Went Numb - Point/Counterpoint - We Will Fall Together - Would You Be Impressed?

Fav Red Vox songs

- From the Stars - In the Garden - Job in the City - Back to School - We Had a Little Talk - There She Goes - Atom Bomb

Fav TWRP songs

- The No Pants Dance - Phantom Racer - Life Party - Starlight Brigade - Tactile Sensation - Rock n Roll Best Friends - Body Image - Atomic Karate - The Hit

Fav NSP songs (and covers)

- I Don’t Know What We’re Talking About - Nights on Broadway - Glory of Love - Heart Boner - Orgy for One - First Date - Cool Patrol - Danny Don’t You Know - Three Minutes of Ecstasy - Pour Some Sugar on Me - In Your Eyes - Don’t Lose My Number - The Decision - Everybody Shut Up (I Have an Erection) - Peppermint Creams - Subdivisions - Rock With You - Road Trip

Fav Richie Branson songs (for those who watch Camp Camp, this is the guy who does all the outro songs from season 2 onwards)

- Not Myself - I, for one, Welcome Our Robot Overlords - Bon Bon Voyage - Underpaid and Overqualified - Outro Outro - Keeper of the Flame - Cult of Personality

Fav Jeff Williams (RWBY) songs

- All that Matters - Lionize - Forever Fall - Bad Luck Charm - All Our Days - Let’s Just Live - Home - Cold - This LIfe is Mine - Like Morning Follows Night - RWBY vs FNKI - Not Fall in Love with You - Red Like Roses Part 1 and 2 - Boop - Shine - This Will Be the Day

Fav Reel Big Fish songs

- Beer - Sell Out - Nothing But a Good Time - Brown Eyed Girl - Everyone Else is an Asshole - Take On Me - Life Sucks... Let’s Dance! - Another FU Song

Fav Living Tombstone songs/remixes

- Drunk - My Ordinary Life - Don’t Tattle on Me - No Mercy - Epoch - It’s Raining Men - Squid Melody Blue - Dog of Wisdom Remix Blue - Die in a Fire - It’s Been So Long - Five Nights at Freddy’s 1 Song - The Road to El Dorado Remix - Fun Dead Theme - Collecting Cookies - Hampire - Pinkie’s Brew - Good Girl - Mine Turtle - Tom’s Dog - Smile Song - Discord - September

Fav ABBA songs

- Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) - Voulez-Vous - SOS - Money Money - Super Trouper - Mamma Mia - Take a Chance on Me - Dancing Queen - Knowing Me, Knowing You

Fav Mystery Skulls songs

- Heaven - When I’m With You - The Future - Every Note - Soul on Fire - Freaking Out - Money - Paralyzed - Hellbent - Forever - Magic - Ghost - Losing My Mind

Fav Glass Animals songs

- Toes - Black Mambo - Season 2 Episode 3 - Youth - Gooey - The Other Side of Paradise - Pork Soda - Your Love (Deja Vu)

Fav Saint Motel Songs

- You Can Be You - Move - Van Horn - My Type - Sweet Talk

Fav The Hoosiers songs

- Killer - Goodbye Mr A - Up to No Good - Worried About Ray - A Sadness Runs Through Him

Weird meme-y mashups and bits from Youtube

- Text to Speech by Louie Zong - Korn - Coming Undone But It’s Pony By Ginuwine by William Maranci - U Got That | JJBA Requiem Version (Giorno’s Theme Remix) by Reii-kun - Plastic JoJo - Sono Chi No Future Funk (plastic love+JJBA) by Seventh Sage - Aaron Grooves - Jazzy Note Blocks (Animation vs. Minecraft) by GuckTube YT - Kanye West but make it Disney by John Fassold - Sober Black Horse - KT Tunstall vs Evanescence (Mashup) by oneboredjeu Mashup - Scanty & Kneesocks’ Absolute Territory, This WIll Be the Fighting Gold, Lone Friends on the Wild Side, and CARAMELLGASSIN’ by Triple-Q

rq special mention to a few AMVs everyone should see - Anime’s Got Talent - Edited with JazzsVids & ReplayStudios by AmvLuna - Speedwagon Slamjam (AWA Pro 2015 Best Action) - JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure AMV by irriadin - Hero AMV (Ultimate Cartoon Tribute) by Writermist - Spirit Never Dies Anime AMV by Rajiv Andrade

And then some random favs

- 12 Feet Deep by The Front Bottoms - Set On You (Life in Toronto) by Billy’s Bones) - Naked and Love the Way You Move by Slightly Left of Centre - She’s So High by Tal Bachman - Dangerous by LEFT BOY - I Don’t Wanna Be in Love by Good Charlotte - Wild Side by ALI - In the End, Crawling, Papercut, Numb, Breaking the Habit, New Divide, and What I’ve Done by Linkin Park - Picture Frames and Everything Falls Apart by rei brown - Romeo and Juliet, Sex in the City, Peach Scone, and Creve Coeur 1 by Hobo Johnson - Kangaroo Court by Capital Cities - Campfire Light by Tequila & The Sunrise Gang - Cola Song by INNA - Here Comes the Hotstepper (Remix) by Baby & Me - Bruises by Fox Stevenson - Shut up and Dance by WALK THE MOON - Applejack, Feed Me with Your Heart, Lullaby for a Princess, and The Moon Rises by Ponyphonic - Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer - So Good by Bratz - Dark Paradise by Lana Del Rey - Amhran Na Farraige by Lisa Hannigan - A Moment of Silence by Dan P - Rockefeller Street (New Nightcore) by Getter Jaani - Broken Record, 15 Reading Homestuck on the Internet, and Chamomile by atlas - Thumbnail by Louie Zong - Baby Hotline by Jack Stauber - Hey Jealousy by Gin Blossoms (and the cover by Hit the Lights) - Spirit Never Die by Masterplan - Magnum Bullets by Night Runner - Tonight by Vague003 (and the original Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler) - Hoodie by Hey Violet - Worst in Me by Unlike Pluto - A Night to Forget and Too Tired to Run by Cain’s Offering - Private Eye by Alkaline Trio - Karma and I’m Ready by AJR - Sorry Haha I Fell Asleep, Passing Papers, and Putting a Spin on Never Ever Getting Rid of Me by Egg - Cannibal by Tally Hall - interlude IV (Showtime) by Zach Callison - Scarborough Fair by Super Guitar Bros - Misery Business by Skatune Network - The Less I Know the Better by Tame Impala - Relatively by Faded Paper Figures - Schizophrenia, Under My Skin, and Victoria by Jukebox the Ghost

#mun #this was unnecessarily long but it be like that when you have ADHD and someone asks abt your special interest #Anonymous

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kodoku-roxi · 4 years

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Who are these 'Hunters'?

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September 23rd. 11:46 PM. A new face has appeared at Rainy Day police station. A young man from another sector who has been promoted after only 2 months after his initiation into police.

The young man was following Officer Daniel to show him the current ‘problems’ of the city. Daniel was a little stressed about the new kid; he saw only a child, most likely 21 years old, who had not learned how to tie his tie properly. Daniel opened his office door and let the boy close it. The officer was tired of the same rectangular room with an oversized desk with all sorts of things from coffee mugs to sheets and pens. He opened with a simple press of the ‘enter’ key all six monitors that were also on that desk. “Okay,” Daniel began to speak with a single clap of his hands, “do you see monitor one? Choose what you want us to discuss first.” At the last word, Daniel leaned against the wall with his hands in his pocket and let the boy decide. He looks at the young man as he analyzes the words and pictures on the screen in an attempt to find an interesting topic, at least this was seen from Daniel's perspective. “The Hunters?” The young man asks. Daniel opened the file that wrote ‘the Hunters’ and on monitor 2 were now shown 3 pictures, and on the right side of those pictures were their names ‘Smoke’, ‘Phantom’ and ‘Viper’ plus other short information. On the monitors 3 and 6, there was information about them. The other monitors had to be completely black. But monitor 4 had a picture, the name ‘Deadshot’ and the short informations about him, but below was a red-letter ‘Armed and dangerous’. “Tell me, kid, with who do you want to start? You have 3 people, the fourth person we leave at the end.” “What about Mr. Dread Man from here, it seems the most interesting and dangerous.” “Oh, truly interesting, young man.” Daniel smiled. “So he’s a cyborg. American. It will sound crazy but he is over 300 years old ‘cause from reliable sources, we know he participated in many wars.” “He was recruited and trained from an early age. He was the best soldier of the special forces. At the age of 24, he was seriously injured in an explosion and urgent intervention was needed for their favorite soldier.” “Going back to the present, we know that it is not good to anger him, I witnessed -unfortunately- at some of the results of his missions…” Daniel paused for 10 seconds and continued in a more friendly tone. “He still knows how to handle a knife or how to use any type of firearm. And he is damn talented at hand to hand combat, in short... He is a well-trained war machine. He is a perfect soldier… who.. has.. stepped on the wrong paths...” He was silent for a few seconds and then turned his eyes to the screens "Choose the next person." “Ok. Mmmm, I’d like to tell me what you know about the guy with the biker helmet, just because I’m passionate about motorcycles, but, first, tell me about Smoke.” Before the officer reacts, the boy adds: “Are Smoke and Deadshot brothers? I mean, they are very similar... only the hair is arranged differently. Why do you want to leave Deadshot at the end?” “Because his role in this group is unclear. Unlike the others, Deadshot loves to kill people. As he praises, he ‘didn’t miss a shot’. He has an... exaggerated.. deadly accuracy. As for nationalities... it’s just a suspicion. You know, both have a British accent… but…” Daniel suddenly stopped talking. “But?” “Nothing… it is not very important. Anyway, they are probably brothers,” Daniel laughed briefly and put his hand on his neck “At first -and I know this will sound weird- at first I thought they were the same person, but I finally convinced myself that they are different persons.” “Aha ,what about Smoke?” “About him. He is over 100 years old… Many saw him at different libraries or cafes, usually coming alone and then finding a lady to talk to. Fortunately, those ladies are not injured, killed or worse... He’s passive..” “Wait a bit,” the young man interrupted Daniel, “I didn’t know this group had a name. I mean, I was sure they didn’t have a name..” “Yeah, Jack, you’re right. We called them like that to be easier to talk about them.” The boy took a red pen from the desk and smiled, and with a happy voice said he likes how it sounds, just that he wants to cut that ‘the’ and leave only ‘Hunters’. For Daniel, Jack’s reaction was strange but it didn’t matter too much. Daniel continued: “However, Smoke is very skilled in hand to hand combat and with firearms. He prefers hunting knives or just fists because the alloy he is made can stop any bullet.. probably any bullet, we don't know for sure.” Jack leaned over the desk crossed his arms. “I understand. And what do you know about the leader? ” “Phantom, a good assassin, a good hunter. He has over 100 years. He loves explosives, yet often prefers to get close to his victims and execute them either with his knife or one of the swords he has.” “Those swords can cut through concrete and some alloys. He usually uses one sword, namely the sword that has two bells that he sometimes has tied to his right hand and uses them to lure his victims one by one.” “I have heard stories about his footsteps. That he can be either silent as hell or noisy, I don’t have much knowledge about it.” “Personal Information?” “Many sources say that he often attends places or clubs where illegal MMA matches are organized.” Daniel raised an eyebrow “This machine loves to fight.” At the last sentence, Daniel could hear a noise of discontent coming from Jack. When he asked Jack what happened, the young man said that the problem is far too complex to talk about it now. The boy was right. About illegalities in this city. It can be said that it is ilegal only if dozens of people suffer or die from that illegal activity. That is why the police couldn’t intervene every time. This fact made Daniel have terrible insomnia. Besides, more than half of the city police are corrupt. Rainy Day is currently a chocolate almost eaten by rats and covered with gold foil. Jack turned to the monitors for two seconds. “However, other information about Phantom?” “I don’t know much. I mean I know more about his old team... As I have seen, some were good people, but fate does not forgive anyone. There is no need to talk about them because they are dead.” “Anyway. I don’t know what his nationality is.” Daniel sighed. “I know that he is an alcoholic and often his performance suffers from this stupidity.” Slightly easy as he spoke he could see the face of the young boy changing. “That's all I know…” “Danny, to know, the alcohol has never affected my work.” Daniel could see how the boy’s tone changed to a slightly aggressive tone. “Jack.” Daniel said with a wide and forced smile. “Yes, Danny. I'm not a spy, stay calm.” “You read my thoughts now.” Daniel remained calm, he knew that he could do nothing. He recognized that voice. And a terrible anxiety overcame him. The room was getting smaller and darker. Was Phantom himself. “By the way, I’m from Romania. And I have 142 years. Smoke has 253, and he’s from Canada but moved to London, UK. He is registered in both countries. Also, Deadshot is 192 years old.” “And about Smoke and Deadshot. They are not brothers. Deadshot is a totally different person, who appeared in Smoke's mind after being strongly hit and left unconscious, and when he woke up, well.... wasn't him.... was Deadshot- Ok, I can’t explain this…. Oh, and we fucking hated Deadshot…” He paused and left the red pen on a document on the table. Document that should not normally be there. “But now, it's your turn to ask questions.” Daniel felt compelled to speak: “Why are you doing this?” The officer received a lengthy monologue about how crimes cannot be stopped and that it is better if all the dangerous people are controlled. All he could understand from the boy’s words was that they are good people who do bad things, but not for their own comfort, but to alleviate the disasters that bad people cause every day. Daniel couldn't believe how many disasters were avoided when Phantom and his old group were the strongest and when they could control anyone. He closed his eyes and pondered intensely at all the information that Phantom was telling him about the city police, and refuses to believe that everyone has connections with all those bad people. Daniel opened his eyes. “I understand that you came here to blackmail me to help you with all this masquerade, right?” “No Danny, I don’t want to hurt your honor, plus I'm not the kind of person to do that. At least not to people like you.” The boy took the sheet on which the red pen was placed, letting the pen fall to the floor. “You have gathered some information about Viper. Information that was not to be found. And he asked me to get rid of them.” And then Daniel watched as the boy took a lighter from his pocket and set the sheet on fire. “You see, he is a good friend of mine, and I would do anything for my friends, including accepting compromises such as getting rid of innocent or good people.” Daniel kept his eyes fixed on the red pen on the floor, while Phantom kept talking. “Unfortunately, some information must be kept secret. It’s a shame. Many policemen will die today.” That was. He tried to focus only on the pen on the floor but had not succeeded for long. “Oh, that reminds me!” Phantom exclaims. Then Daniel looks up and watches as the person in front of him suddenly changes his appearance. And then Daniel saw Phantom. A black mulched blouse and some black and white camouflage pants take the place of the police uniform, and a bayonet was fixed on the left leg. At the waist was tight a belt with two smoke grenades and 4 bags. He didn't have his swords, but the bells were tied to the wrist of his right hand. Daniel noticed that Phantom was not wearing his helmet, and then he could finally see his face. He could see his black hair. But he couldn’t see his eyes. It took him a few seconds to realize that a gun was pointed at him. And from the moment he noticed this, the whole room had disappeared. Now, he only saw the gun. His mind was completely empty. And then he had heard Phantom’s voice: “I’m sorry. You’re a good man. And that’s why you finally deserve to rest.” And in the next second, Daniel took his eyes from the gun aimed at his head and looked at the boy, and then he heard a loud sound followed by a short buzzing- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thank you for reading~ And.... I'm sorry for my English Have a nice day~ (if you see any mistake please let me know) ^^

#hunters smoke #hunters phantom #hunters viper #my ocs #original story #digital drawing #hunters deadshot #my art

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