#i think skulker looks cooler than him...SKULKER !!

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Reduce Everyone To Tiers

For: @majorastudios and Splax

Boredom and the desire to rank things pointlessly

“I’m bored”.

“Dude, same”.

“I’m booorrreeedd”.

…

“I’m-”.

“If you say you’re bored one more time I’m going to beat the ever lover fuck outta you”, Sam sits up and glares murderously at Danny then Tucker, who had started to open his mouth, she lifts up a shoe.

But Danny smirks at her, “that wouldn't stop me from moaning, I’d just be moaning about something else”, stretching out apathetically at her furthered glaring, “maybe instead someone could chose something to do”.

Jazz sticking her head in, startling the geek and goth, “you could be productive, you know”.

Danny grins meanly, “you mean like turning the ghost files into a tiered list based on personal opinion and not power? Love the idea, Jazz”.

She glares at him, “I meant do your school work, Lancer called again”. Danny just waves her off lazily as she shakes her head, leaving.

Pah! What does she know? School’s a waste of time for him anyway; Lancer’s caring notwithstanding. Right? Right. Looking to his friends and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Said friends shrug and get up; because really? Why not. There was nothing else to do.

-

Danny’s spinning around in his chair, “so… a proper S to F tier style, obviously”, nodding curtly to himself, “and ol’ Boxy is a solid F”.

Tucker snorts, “no shit, dude. It wouldn’t even matter what the reasoning was”.

Sam just rolls her eyes at that, “but what is our actual reasoning here? Power would be pretty pointless”.

Both boys turn and grin at her, “coolness, obviously”.

“You guys are idiots”.

…

“So Phantom’s an S”.

Sam smacks him, hard, “absolutely not! Your dumbass is at best a B”.

Danny has to whine at her for that, “oh come on! I have an entire festival celebrating me! I’m on t-shirts!”.

“So’s Kanye”.

“Oh that was just mean”.

Sam smirks, “mean but true. You’re a B”.

Tucker chuckles, shaking his head, “we all know that Amity would say S, Sam. Just give him A tier and be happy”; she flips him off for that. Danny just taps away on the computer, probably putting in more effort than is reasonable to align the image of himself on the little tier list.

Danny hums to himself, “Skulker’s also pretty lame”.

Tucker throws up his heads at that, “hey! As a few Techno lover I resent that!”.

“Tuck, half the time he gets forcefully flown off due to that Purpleback Gorilla virus”, raising a very judgmental eyebrow, “and how many times has he tried to catch me and brutally failed? Heck, Ember comes around to drag him off constantly. He’s not cool. But I guess he can have D tier just to be nice”.

Tucker still pouts at that before huffing, “speaking of Ember, mind control or no, solid A, should be S”.

Sam grumbles, “mainstream trash music? I don't think so”.

“Hey! It’s good mainstream trash”.

Danny snorts, “Amen to that”. Sam glares at him. Which, to be fair, was reasonable seeing as the ghostly singer had practically mind controlled him before. But also to be fair, she was a singer, that was just kinda inheritally cool. “And plus Sam, if we don't give her S tier then who the heck are we?”.

She raises an eyebrow, “ClockWork? FrostBite? Pandora? Undergrowth?”.

Danny and Tucker both scowl, Tucker pointing at her, “you only said Undergrowth ‘cause he’s all plant crazy like you”.

“Hmpf”.

Danny chuckles, “and as much as I love FrostBite, he is so not a S tier quality; A tier is even pushing it”.

Now Tucker’s turned his scowl on Danny, “Oh dude, you are so not about to put the freaking ice-armed yeti on the B tier”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “we cant just put everyone we actively like on the high spots. Is he a yeti? Yeah. Ice armed? Also yeah. Is he cooler than Nocturne? Literal god of dreams and sleep? Giant sentient starry blanket? Hell no. Is Nocturne an S tier? Also no. They’ve got so few powers and do almost nothing but sleep”.

Tucker points at him, “damn you”. Sam pointing at the geek, “he does have a point though”; making Tucker pout even more.

Danny nods curtly, “Frosty gets B tier. Nocturne, A tier”, sticking up a finger, “and Ember is getting S”.

“Hmpf”.

Danny eyes her, “just for That UnderGrowth gets C”.

She throws her hands up, “he’s a god too you know!”.

“Yeah but he’s a god that I can run over with a lawnmower”.

Tucker grins fondly, reminiscing, “that is one of my fondest memories”; Sam smacks him. Tucker fake pouts quickly before adding, “At least we can all agree Technus is F tier; he might be a techie but he’s just… so lame”.

Everyone snorts at that; absolutely no arguments to be had with that one.

Danny nods, fixing up the tier list, “don’t forget how he Monologs more than even Boxy and shows up almost as much”.

Tucker finger gunning, “and unlike Skulker, he doesn’t have a hot girlfriend that’s totally out of his league”.

Sam rolling her eyes at that with a muttered, “boys”.

Danny and Tucker pretend not to hear her, Danny clicking around, “and The LunchLady can go one tier above her husband”; which gets everyone laughing at the Box Ghosts expense again.

Tucker humming, “what about Boxed Lunch? Should she even count? She doesn’t exactly exist yet”.

Danny blinks, “Tuck, man, if we start counting potential and alternate realm or timestream ghosts this thing will be massive”. His two friends shrug, agreeing.

Danny hums after a bit, “I vote for Poindexter on the F tier spot to”; making the other two wince.

Sam raising a hand, “I vote Bertrand for F tier as well”.

Danny sighs, “as much as I hate him and his sadist boss, he’s not nearly F tier lame. That shapeshifting is dope”.

Tucker nods, “so not F tier ‘cause cool powers, but not D tier ‘cause ugly on the inside and out”.

Danny finger snaps at him, “and Amorpho gets B tier”.

Sam eyes him, “you do know he’s used his shapeshifting to be in movies and in music videos, right?”.

Tucker and Danny both blink at that, turning to her in unison, “he what?”.

Sam sighs, shoving her phone at them to let them snoop. Needless to say, Amorpho truly did love the spotlight.

“… Okay, he can have A tier”.

Sam smirks, “that’s what I thought”, then frowning, “and at least let Spectra be F”.

Danny sighs, “she’s really not lame enough, Sam”. Tucker nodding curtly, “E tier for sure”. Sam sighs.

“Speaking of people with mental issues who like to see me in pain, Vlad…”.

“C”.

“F”.

“B”.

Sam and Tucker look at Danny, Sam smacking him, “why would you give that ass B tier?”. Tucker nodding, “I was being nice with the C rank, the heck, dude”.

Danny pouts at them, “he’s a halfa, he’s rich, his fashion isn’t horrible -stereotypical Vampire-themed or not, his power-set is no joke, and he has cat; he’s the fucking mayor”.

The two stare at him, “he’s not B tier, Danny”.

Danny grumbles, “C tier it is then”, pouting more, “can we at least agree his vultures are E tier?”.

The two shrug; it was no debate that they weren’t lame lame, but they didn’t really have any cool points either. Working for Vlad made them a nuisance though.

Tucker leans over and taps, “speaking of Vlad, Elle is obviously a cool one”.

Danny glares at Tucker’s hand, “if you move to put her anywhere below B I will blast you in the face”.

Tucker snorts, “dude, Elle is absolutely cooler than Vlad’s sorry ass”. Sam nodding, “she’s not pulling stupid superhero stunts though, so not A tier”.

Danny grumbles, “must you mock me so”.

Tucker shoves him a little before moving out of easy hitting range as he talks, “speaking of your sorta children-”.

Danny glares murderously, knowing exactly where the techno-geek was going with that comment, “Don’t you fucking dare”.

“Hey, Dan’s still technically in this timeline”.

“Are you trying to get assaulted, Tuck”.

While Tucker and Danny continue bickering half-heartedly, Sam just moves Dan to C Tier. Even she knew that monster was cooler than Vlad but there was no way she was putting that ‘man’ in the same bracket as Elle or Phantom or above them.

Danny eventually glares murderously at the screen, “fuck you. Johnny 13’s kinda misogynistic ass gets C tier too then”.

Sam snapping, “He sells drugs!”.

Tucker and Danny both eye her, Tucker snorting, “that doesn’t hurt his odds, Sam”; she scowls. Tucker looks to Danny though, “didn’t he date your sister though? In some weird trying to turn her into Kitty’s meat suit thing”.

Danny blinks, “… fuck right, I forgot about that”, sighing deeply, “D tier”. At Sam’s smug look Danny adds, “his Shadow gets C tier though”. She rolls her eyes.

Tucker shoves Danny’s shoulder suggestively, “what about Kitty herself though, eh? Eh?”, wiggling his eyebrows even more suggestively, “your first girlfriend”. Sam finally smacks the geek with her shoe.

Danny flushes a bit, regardless of everything he did kind of like like Kitty and the feeling was mutual. Johnny was absolutely her soul mate though. Coughing and ignoring Sam’s murderous look, “well, ah, obviously she’s cooler than Shadow”.

Tucker chuckles at his suffering, “totally”.

“Goddamnit, Tuck. B tier”.

Sam is still glaring.

Tucker laughs before grinning again, “speaking of hotties, Desiree. Total B tier, Right?”.

“Absolutely not”.

Sam glares even more somehow but at Tucker this time, “she just grants things and died over a man. E tier”.

Danny shrugs, “she doesn’t really get any cool points, man. D tier just because her power can actually pull some cool stunts”. Sam rolls her eyes at that so he adds on, “what? Cotten candy river and bringing to un-life movie characters is cool. Not fun to fight, but still cool”.

She sighs, “okay I’ll give you that one”. Tucker fist pumps, cheering a little. She eyes him, actively seeking to wreck his mood, “Hotep-Ra?”. Tucker scowls at her.

Danny chuckles, “hate to say it, Tuck, but… that one was smart, had a decent plan, fashionable, had servants; kinda cool”, sticking up a finger at the geeks pouting, “he’s garbage without you being under a mind control spell though”.

Sam taps her chin, nodding, “D tier as well then, I say”.

Tucker grumbles incoherently a little, “fine. He’s not that awful I guess”, perking up, “my Sphinx better be at least a C then”.

Danny snorts, “it’s a giant fucking Sphinx, man. Duh. B tier, and Cujo best boi is definitely better so A tier”.

Sam and Tucker give him amused soft looks: “fine, Danny”.

Sam leans forwards, “and we might as well just do all the ghosts that Danny here is fond of right off the bat: ClockWork? Pandora? Dorothea? Wulf?”.

Tucker jerks up a hand, “oh! Wulf is Hella awesome”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “speaking Esperanto isn’t actually cool, you know”.

Sam laughing, “agreed. So lame”. Tucker just pouts at that. Sam nods to herself, “D tier for the wolf with an unoriginal name”.

Danny snorts, “okay yeah. And I don’t think I even need to say Clocky’s S tier and Pandora is A tier”.

All three nod actively at each other. ClockWork was a god, a super powerful one; and they were both mysterious and stylish. While Pandora was well… fashionable, terrifying, powerful, and terrorised the Box Ghost; terrorising Boxy earned cool points.

Tucker hums, “and based on dragon awesomeness alone Dora totally gets B tier”.

“No arguments here”.

“As much as I love her, yeah she can’t go higher”, Sam shrugs, she had some serious bonding with that lady but she wasn’t exactly… ‘hip and cool’.

Danny nods to himself, clicking away, “obviously her dipshit brother gets D tier, he’d get E if he wasn’t also kinda a dragon”.

Sam grumbles, “yeah fuck that abusive asshole”.

Tucker nodding, “anti-tech dumbass”.

Danny rolls his shoulders, “not as abusive as Walker, who’s getting F tier for being a rule following loser. Bullet E tier for following his ass”. Everyone just chuckles at that.

Sam smirks a little, “speaking of rules, The Observants”.

Danny grumbles, “fuck you”, with feeling; to this day they would still occasionally try to assassinate his sorry ass.

Tucker scratches his head, “how do we even quantify their coolness? They’re a giant one-eyed collective”.

Danny and Sam blink. Danny sighing, “that’s… actually a good point. Huh”.

“Well, they’re not E tier and C tier’s pushing it”.

Tucker nods, “C tier would be the exact middle but yeah. D tier it is”.

Danny shrugs, “yeah I guess. Pariah would be kinda hard to put anywhere other than S tier purely because of his excessive level of bullshit; he’s sorta hard to quantify too”.

Sam shrugs, “well we barely met him. You had an actual conversation with him but still”.

Danny rolls his eyes, snorting, “that was barely a conversation. The dude is or was a stupid old tyrannical warlord god of death with theatrics on the ectoplasmic brain”.

Tucker hums, “you know, if we do that with old grouchie, gotta do the Same with The FrightKnight, right?”.

Danny gives him a bit of a dry look, “Tuck, man, as someone who has to put up with him being all ‘your highness’ this and ‘my liege’ that, he’s substantially less cool. Pariah has a mysterious wild factor, Frighty not so much after about ten minutes of exposure”. They both laugh at his suffering. Danny grumbles, “he’s getting B tier and that’s that”.

Sam pats his back with mock comforting, “well at least we can just do the last God power ghost and agree that Vortex is a lame E tier”.

Danny grins back, “if he wasn't powerful he’d be F tier”. Tucker just nods with a small laugh. Danny sticking up a finger, “but we canactuallyadd both Klemper and the Dairy King to the F tier; waaaaay too lame”.

“Oh no doubt”.

“Was that even up for debate”, Sam shrugs, “sure the Dairy King helps you pester Vlad but every time he talks it’s horrible”.

Danny winces, “you have no idea. And when he goes on his ‘I’m a king, laddie. People do this or that for me’ as an excuse to be lazy or run off like a scaredy-cat, I want to beat his sorry ass into the floorboards”.

Tucker snorts, “especially ‘cause ghost royals usually fight more than other ghosts”.

“Tuck, me and Pariah probably severely skew the data on that”. Danny shrugs, ignoring his friends amused but mean looks, “speaking off annoying, there’s just one last annoying one for the list: Youngblood”.

Sam mutters, “I mean, he did help stop the G.I.W. from nuking or bombing, or whatever dumb shit they were doing, the Zone”.

Danny quirks an eyebrow, “he did it dressed as an astronaut”.

“I would think that’d be a plus to you”.

“Fuck you”.

Tucker chuckles at their antics, “give him E tier for pure annoyance levels”. The two just shrug, it was fairly fair.  Tucker leaning back, “so who else is even left? ‘Cause I’m assuming we’re not doing random minor whatever ghosts?”.

Danny nods, “trying to add some ghost we’ve barely met would be pointless, and including things like ghost flora and blobs is impossible since they all vary so much”.

All three sigh, “blobs are awesome though”. They were just so squishy and round.

Jazz’s voice makes them jump, “did you leave the GhostWriter till last just to spite me?”.

Tucker staring at her, “have you just been listening this whole time?”.

Danny just sighs as she nods smugly. Jazz crossing her arms, “well if I’m going to pitch this as an after school assignment to the teacher that actually cares about you, then I should at least somewhat know what you’re up to”.

Danny smacks his head on the desk, “for fucks sake, Jazz”, lifting his head up enough that his chin is resting on the table, “The GhostWriter can have D tier ‘cause he helps me out with Lancer sometimes”.

Jazz nods firmly, proud of herself, “Lancer will want a printed vision tomorrow”.

“… you already told him”.

“Yup”, Jazz, absolutely pops the ‘p’.

“Fuck you”.

“Your welcome, Little Brother”.

All three of the teens throw random (soft) stuff at her. Would this be helpful for Danny’s grades? Sure yeah. Was he still annoyed? Very much so. And fine, it did make the only teacher that actually still gave a shit about Danny happy; the guy gave him a head pat when he handed the ‘project’ in.

Lancer did know Danny had done all this out of sheer boredom right? Whelp… if the teacher was fine with it then who was Danny to deny the man.

End.

Prompts: Mr. Lancer is a good teacher and cares and Team Phantom creates a tier list of every Amity Park ghost. Who goes in each tier and why?

#Danny Phantom #phic phight #phic phight 2023 #my writing #have a fic suck my dick #phandom #phan phic #fan fic #jazz #sam #Tucker #lists #tier #boredom

[ghost-frogs]

...i...i dont know why but i completely erased what pariah dark looked like in canon and i just looked him up and hes so ??? Like...THAT was their king ? This dorky looking thing ? He looked so much more cooler and threatening in my head ??

#danny phantom #pls #i think skulker looks cooler than him...SKULKER !! #pariah is a dork #like....hes someones grandpa

[nobleelfwarrior]

Reddit is Wrong: DnD Edition

Robin Hood is not just "a rogue" with morals. He's so much cooler than that.

How to make a Robin Hood inspired character below the cut.

1) Motivation: Rob the rich to give to the poor. It doesn't matter how you make the build. You might find stealing easier as a rogue, but a wizard would make an efficient highway man threatening nobles with fireballs if they don't had over their valuables.

2) Pop Culture Aesthetic: bow and arrow, living in the woods, stealing. I believe that Ranger would make a good start for this character. Choose urban and forest as favored terrain and humanoids and favored enemy. It is worth pointing out that earlier versions of the Robin Hood story included Robin being a commoner, being an excellent shot, poaching, and killing some of the king's yew men (his forest servants). This all lines up with early levels of ranger. If you don't want to do magic, start taking levels in fighter or in assassin rogue. While Robin Hood didn't really do much stealthing into castles, instead relying on costume, he does have efficient ambush abilities in the forest and the assassin rogue can, at mid tier levels, create a new identity for himself. Fighter lends itself to Robin's use a quarter staff and sword to be beaten by almost every single merry man (including Marian), but none of the sheriffs men. Sharpshooter feat recommended. Bow and arrow is the only thing none of the merry men can beat him at.

3) Style: Robin Hood is, at his heart, a charismatic. Challenges to his abilities are irresistible. He's an incurable show off. He buys beggars clothes in every other ballad in order to throw the Sheriff's men off his trail. Some hobo in the woods eating the kings deer is a ghost, even if he gives to the poor. Robin Hood is responsible for starting a whole movement. Everyone he encountered joined him. At least two of the merry men wanted to kill him at first. What I'm saying is Bard. Bard, College of Valor focusing on illusions (disguise self or seeming, anyone?), charisma boosters (ex. friends or charm person) and with the inspiring leader feat. To add more of the archer aspects, take sharpshooter. For stealth, take skulker. You could even go spell sniper if you wanted to focus on magic.

4) Historic/Realistic: BOOOOORING. You're in a world with magic and you decide not to use it because *checks notes* the imaginary person you're basing it off of does not have magic. Cool. Fighter. No magic. Weapons: bow and arrow, quarter staff, sword. Dex based. Proficiency in intimidation, stealth, persuasion. Still take inspiring leader and sharpshooter. You lack so much pazzazz if you make an ordinary fighter build. Your "realistic build" looks a lot like the "motivation" inspired build. To clarify, unless you actually want to play a fighter and thought the backstory/motivation would be cool, this build has no inherent value. The only reason it's separate from #1 is because some people on reddit think it's right and the reason I made this post. While it is the most literal translation, it looses soul, like literally translating poetry into a new language will loose soul. Edit: Also! you have to play a human. What if you want to play halfling Robin Hood, huh? You're out of luck if you have to follow this build style. The longer I have to know people make builds like this the more I hate how it was presented.

5) Nobility Propoganda: noble background and paladin Oath of the Crown. Keep in mind that while the slighted noble is very popular in modern media, it was a relatively late addition to the mythos. In the earliest versions, Robin Hood was just a guy. He was sometimes a bad guy, even. At least not good. But making Robin Hood nobility and loyal to King Richard was something the nobles actively encouraged because it made things more comfortable for them. I also think stealing from the rich would make Robin Hood an oath breaker if he takes the oath of the crown because it's breaking the law. Meh. If you want to make someone loyal to an absent ruler, go for it. Some people will see the reference, but without breaking the law, you're not Robin Hood.

6) The Mix and Match! Maybe you like the showmanship, but you also want that sweet sweet favored terrain. Do both. In fact, if you're a high CHA Ranger, don't bother with Bard if you don't like it. Ultimately this is your character and who cares how close to the original mythology you are? If they don't like it, you can just take all their money and clothes and send them back to Nottingham.

Backgrounds I recommend include Noble (again, propaganda, but still fun), Soldier (if you use Crusade era stories), or Folk Hero (applicable to anyone, but especially the oldest versions that were recorded before the crusades).

Feats I recommend include Inspiring Leader (he was beloved by all), sharpshooter (what everyone remembers him for), and UA Diplomat (more on charismatic stuff).

Skills I recommend include deception (disguise time), persuasion (build your merry men), stealth, survival (both for the abilities in the forest). I would make Dex and Cha the highest stats. I wouldn't dump strength because he does wrestled/grapple, but if you don't want to you don't have to.

Tools Disguise kit. That's it.

Bottom Line, do what is fun for you. If someone makes a Robin Hood inspired character differently from you, maybe they're using different lore or are focused on different parts of the character, like translators will focus on different aspects of a text. Telling someone that "Everyone would be a fighter or berserker barbarian, or non-arcane trickster rogue in real life because magic isn't real" is freaking boring. I don't gate keep, but I'll gate keep this. It's a game of pretend, stop being boring!

#robin hood #folklore #folk hero #Robin Hood and the merry men #merry men #sherwood #sherwood forest #dnd #dungeons and dragons #dnd5e #character build #dnd character

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom season 2, episode 17-20 thoughts! finishing up season two! the finale is the THIRD 2-PARTER OF SEASON 2. that's so many! I wonder how many season 3 will have?

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-UERGH WHY DOES VLAD HAVE AN AI WITH MADDIE'S FACE ON IT. SOOO CREEPY. AND MORE 'CREATIONS' waiiiit. vlad is Dr. Frankenstein! (despite his ghost design obviously referencing vampires) HE HAS 'CREATIONS' HE MAKES THEN WONT TAKE REAL RESPONSIBILITY FOR!!! this bitch.

-danny was late and his friends immediately start going off about how hes inconsiderate, and has been treating them like sidekicks??? he just overslept, my god. chill. even if he has, be nicer about talking about it with him?? he really can't help that he sometimes has to chase the ghosts, or has a secret identity to protect...

-'what kind of ghost haunts a miniature golf course' umm. me as a ghost. next question

-imagine going home and theres a tiny child on your bed claiming to be your cousin. with as many cousins I have, I would probably believe her. but the 'ran away from home' BIT....SHES 12?? SHES SO TINY. I hate that they have her belly out in her ghost form, but I like how her colors are asymmetrical. something about her design...maybe the proportions?? are weird to me...anyway danny was good to feed her, but he shouldve taken her to his parents FIRST. or, tbh, probably jazz. (JAZZ DIDNT EVEN GET TO MEET HER!!! NOOO. I mean she said she'll be BACK BUT STILL)

-ANYWAY. shes voiced by AnnaSophia Robb, the girl who was in because of winn dixie, played as violet from charlie and the chocolate factory, and was the girl from bridge to terrabithia. (the movie that made me cry hysterically when I was 12 and I never watched it again because it Broke Me!) thats super cool.

-vlad sucks: the episode, basically. what's new!! I love how he's like, I'm Not A Villain. *immediately cuts to him torturing danny to make him transform, to get mid-transformation DNA, to perfect a Clone.* *immediately shows that he doesnt give a shit about his new daughter Dani and just wants a ''more perfect clone'' and will put her in danger to get that. will let her DIE to get that*

-Dani is danny's clone and is a girl? transgenderism....one of them has to be trans. or they both are.

-dani just. leaving at the end. WHAT? SHES 12. DONT JUST. NO!!! SHE WAS PROBABLY JUST BORN, A MONTH AGO AT MOST, RIGHT?? SHE NEEDS...SOMEWHERE TO LIVE. MONEY? FOOD?? A FAMILY?? AN EDUCATION???! WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S LEAVING!!! OKAY BYE I GUESS!!! D: concern!!!

-the next ep opens with skulker chasing a ghost down. ...does skulker count as a ghost hunter in the way valerie and danny do? I mean, sure, he hunts the good guys too, but he. he hunts ghosts...also, we haven't seen his Real Form since his debut episode! tiny...

-the guys in white are back! ngl, I assumed they were a gag for that one episode. you're telling me they might actually be a threat? ok.

-valerie in her lil nasty burger uniform looks so cute!! glad shes not in that mascot uniform this time. I guess she stopped hiding that she's working there now?

-gregor having white hair, dressed in black and white...and green eyes...sam has a Type, I guess.

-danny being unnecessarily hostile about gregor. danny!!! hes been nice so far. he looks a little...tall to be 14, but. danny doesnt know anything about him! (he does Suspect, but...you cant just spy on people and be rude to them from a hunch.) also, gregor kissed her, and when she freaked out, he was like 'oh no!! sorry, we can take it slow! I understand!' which was NICE. I hate jealousy plots still tho.

-altho. umm. tucker, being concerned about danny spying on them??? SAM AND YOU WERE SPYING ON DANNY AND VALERIE A FEW EPISODES AGO!!!!! im not saying its RIGHT, but dont be a hypocrite!!! AND THEN SAM BEING MAD ABOUT IT, TOO.

-DANNY IS A 7 ON THE SCALE OF ECTOPLASMIC POWER!!! out of 10? so I want to know where the other ghosts rank...I mean it's a list from the guys in white, so, it may not even be accurate, like, they havent seen ALL of his powers, have they?

-Lancer being like 'im not cooperating with the FEDS' until they said they could access his tax records. they already did that joke with jack, but like, its still funny. kings of tax evasion.

-tucker's aggressive third-wheeling. but gregor being super into it. gregor/tucker is the real ship here. then gregor kissing danny on both cheeks after hugging him. bi poly king gregor. (he does turn out to be a liar with a phoney accent. unsurprising, BUT THE CONCEPT OF HIM BEING GENUINE AND THEM ALL DATING IS FUN)

-THE...GUYS IN WHITE THINKING GREGOR IS DANNY PHANTOM. LMAOOO. GET HIS ASS. or,, Elliot. lmfao

-sam saying tucker is part of the package because theyre friends was super sweet <3 but also 'part of the package'...polyships are obviously the solution to these dumb jealousy/love triangle plots.

-danny crashed a whole plane. the collateral damage...

-is he....

-you know....

.... (ITS NOT GAY IF YOU'RE DOING IT TO PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE YOU'RE NOT, AND LIE TO A GIRL. RIGHT? he was getting a little too into pretending to enjoy tucker's company, and the above...c'mon, guy.)

-lmao, freakshow is in actual prison. I didn't expect a follow up, or for him to show back up! in the finale of this season, too!

-THE SICK TATTOO GHOST IS NAMED LYDIA!!! more Lore On her. freakshow seemed genuinely concerned about her. also, is she mute? I don't think she talked the first time we saw her, either. and we didn't know freakshow 'envied' ghosts, either, the first time, we just knew he was controlling them. interesting!

-...they literally stole the infinity gauntlet from marvel and called it the reality gauntlet. is that legal. what the fuck. even with the gems in the lil slots, having different powers...they had freakshow in jail, but didnt check his pockets??! hes just still in his lil outfit??? what kind of ...oh, its in amity park. yeah, all of the adults are idiots, okay, sure.

-'freakshow!' 'in the anemic flesh!' dude take some iron pills then. also, sure, the red eyes could be contacts for his aesthetic, but the whites of his eyes are yellow! does he have jaundice?! he severely needs more...like, every kind of vitamin. (this is what im worried about as freakshow attacks danny with giant robots)

-again, goth circus is a sick theme, and I love his goth train.

-oh FUCK every single person saw danny transform. on a stage. including his parents via TV. oh god. the guys in white and immediately like 'youre coming in for experiments!' SCARY. at least the crowd is willing to help him to escape...perks of now being a local celeb! even the kids at school are accepting :) this is what, the third time his family has found out? its always been an alt timeline tho. and danny fully intending to just rewrite things again instead of...I dunno, trying to roll with it this time? hes really worried his family won't accept him, huh...

-'maybe our son IS THE GHOST BOY, but its not as if our family's ghostly activities have EVER PUT YOUR FAMILIES IN DANGER' maddie. mmmmmmmmmmmm. okay.

-danny 100% prepared to run away from home because of this :( oh :( and saying his parents are 'looking for him, or a scalpel to dissect him with' ouch...

-THE GUYS IN WHITE TRYING TO ARREST A 14 YEAR OLD. fuck da feds.

-side note (another one about voice actors...) freakshow's voice actor, Jon Cryer, was lex luthor in pretty much every DC tv show, which is why I recognized his voice, because my dad loves those shows so I've seen a good bit of them without seeking them out...)

-the old man saying 'hey, i still had minutes left!' and danny saying 'you gotta watch those roaming charges!' about danny destroying the people in the diner's phones so no one could report seeing him...would kids today understand these things. can you even BUY minutes anymore...I remember my first phone being a flip phone, and the fact I always had minutes when my sister ran out super fast, because I didnt have friends calling or texting me like she did...:/

-the fentons being genuinely like 'why didnt danny trust us and tell us this, we love him :(' and JAZZ LAYING INTO THEM WITH THE 'DISSECTION/MOLECULE BY MOLECULE' LINES. LITERALLLLY. they need to apologize

-technically, lydias stronger than you! -jazz lesbianism moments! when did you even learn her name!!! but also get freakshows ass. lydia is also cooler looking. looove her design sm still.

-jazz psychoanalyzing freakshow... (also, her also having ghost envy? au where jazz is a ghost!! id like to see it)

-im glad the kids still got to go to their respective vacation things, even if they cant really stick around and enjoy them much...

-furry: confirmed. (also tucker calling her hot. tucker is a furry confirmed)

-danny being mad someone at the comic con is selling comics of him without permission, lmfao. give him his royalties!

-freakshow > thanos because hes a drama clown and does use his gauntlet to be FLASHY AND DRAMATIC.

-jazz's 'USE PYSCOLOGY' to danny about freakshow LMAOO. AND THEN IT WORKING. but, oh, freakshow's ghost form sucks. I like him as a clown better tbh. good thing danny took away his ghost powers!

-his parents hugging him and saying theyre proud :"( and saying 'of course you lied to us, we never gave you a reason not to!' and saying they were in the wrong basically for always talking about hurting ghosts aaaa :""(

-then he WIPED THEIR MEMORIES AGAIN!!! FUCK. I can understand him wiping the goverments/student bodies' memories, but why his parents?? they were being accepting!! ARGHHH. season 3 couldve been them all trying to adjust to them knowing!

-I know, on a meta level the showrunners probably wanted to just reset things to the status quo of him having a secret identity. But. We've been doing that for (2) seasons, I'd love if season 3 could be like, his parents adjusting to this and trying way harder to learn more and accept it (and the shenanigans that could come from that) and for fun, if he didn't wipe the students memories, it could be him being popular for a while, then everyone slowly realizing, oh, he's still Danny. Like. he might have ghost powers but hes Just The Same Guy instead of putting him on a pedestal (and seeing them all try and help him hide it from the giw/people who don't know!!)

-fuck they didn't even explain WHY he wiped everyone except sam, tucker and jazz's memories. he just Did It right when his parents were saying they loved/accepted him!! and sam and tucker didnt question it at all!!! HELLO??? very annoyed about this turn of events.

-anyway. onto season 3! I know its shorter than the first two seasons, and is the last season... I might just do it in 2 bursts if I can... :3c depends on the episodes' content and how much I want to say about each!

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #dp thoughts

[aliwritesfic]

Our Black Hearts Part 2 (F!Reader x Jack "Whiskey" Daniels)

Summary: You decide it's time to come clean to Jack about the man he's after

W/C: 2k

Warnings: None for this chapter I think, but please tell me if I missed something

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Part 1

You loved working the towns garden. The feeling of warm dirt in your hands, the feeling of accomplishment watching something go from seedling to edible vegetable in the span of just a few weeks. Hell, sometimes you even relished in the ache in your back after a long day. It let you know you were alive.

It was while you planted a new crop of carrots that you rehearsed what you were going to say to Jack when you saw him next. Hello, I hope you don’t kill me for not telling you as soon as I was sure, but I know who killed your wife, and I think I know where to find him, or at least how to find people who know where he would be. We good?

You frowned as you dug into the earth, unable to escape the guilt gnawing at your insides like a parasite. You know you should’ve told him the first morning, when you woke up encased in his arms. But the way the pale pre-dawn light played on his skin distracted you. Then he woke up and he really distracted you. Then a week passed, and you still hadn’t summoned up the courage to tell him, despite several more rendezvous with him. You knew it would be worse the longer you waited, a somehow larger betrayal.

Of course, you could just lie, tell him you weren’t sure, but that wasn’t in your nature. You hated to lie, and you were fucking terrible at it. You had been since childhood, unable to hide your secrets from the scrutinizing gaze of your mother. Now, every time you tried to lie, you remembered the sharp blow to the back of your head you would receive, and instead you chose to just avoid the truth.

Straightening your back, you turned your gaze toward the cloudless blue sky. It was nearing midday, the hottest and most dangerous hours to be outside would soon be upon you. Already people had sequestered themselves inside, the only ones who couldn’t were those patrolling the perimeter of the town. Large sheets of rusted metal had been erected along the perimeter; the only protection afforded to those who protected the town. It had once struck you as deeply unfair, but now you knew it was necessary. Too many stories of towns being attacked at the suns highest point had reached your ears, chilled you to the bone.

“Chase,” the use of your nickname snapped you out of your thoughts. You glanced behind you and saw Sparkie, the middle-aged man who oversaw the gardens waving to you. “Come inside before you get crispy.”

You obliged, abandoning your shovel in the dusty earth. It was only a couple degrees cooler inside the garden house but being in the shade made all the difference. The garden house was arguably the dirtiest building in the whole town, boot prints and stray tools littered the cracked tile floor, the entire thing smelt of fertilizer and no number of open windows could get rid of the stench. You sat yourself down on a plastic crate and turned your attention to the window.

In the distance you could see the perimeter wall of Deepwell, a single speck of a figure under the small metal sheet. No stupid hat, so it couldn’t have been Jack. You had learnt that he was assigned as a guardsman for the town, replacing the guard who had been brutally gunned down in a raid a month before he had arrived. At the thought of that, the image of the dead guard flashed in your mind – shot so many times in the face no one could identify them until a headcount of surviving guards had been taken. Her name had been Lydia, you found out later, and you hadn’t said more than three words to her.

~

A shrill whistle sounded in the distance, signalling it was safe to be in direct sunlight again. Jack stepped out from the small perimeter shelter and adjusted the grip on his rifle. He had learnt protocols during his first day of what was done directly after Midday. First, he had to make sure no one was trying to breach his appointed section of wall. Most days there was nothing, occasionally a pack of wild dogs or boar would be gathered drawn by the smell of living creatures. Once he had found a Skulker, barely clinging to life, sent crazy by sun and hunger and dehydration. Parts of her skin had melted away from time spent in the Toxic Plains, leaving shiny white bone. That had been an easy kill – a single bullet between the eyes before she had even realised he was there.

There was nothing today, only the ever-present patches dead earth and haze of heat on the horizon. Jack adjusted his dark glasses, traded a year back for a half blunt knife. They had become one of his most prized possessions, a saviour for his eyesight.

The next hour passed quietly on the outside of the wall. A single mutt had appeared briefly in the distance, Jack kept his gun trained on the creature until it had slinked away, disappearing over the horizon. He could’ve shot it, sent word to the fetchers about fresh meat, but the dog wasn’t worth the bullet. Its ribs and pelvis had stuck out from its body, more skin and bones than anything edible.

Sweat was beading down the back of his neck and dampening his shirt when relief finally arrived. His replacement was a burly teenager, arms criss-crossed with scars from a childhood spent living in the lawless no-mans-lands. Jack tipped his hat and handed the shotgun to the kid.

“Happy watchin’,” he said with an easy grin. The kid grunted in response, turning to face the vast nothing in front of them.

It was mid-afternoon, early enough for the water troughs to be devoid of most people and late enough that the water wouldn’t be boiling hot anymore. The troughs were close to the well for which the town was named, though the well was just a hole in the ground fenced off by frayed rope. It was the towns only source of clean water, so deep underground it took almost five minutes for it to be pumped up.

The troughs were worked by just one woman, who Jack thought probably had the worst job in the whole town. Keeping the troughs filled and clean, making sure the stores were stocked with enough for the townspeople to clean themselves with. Not to mention having to wash the clothes of anyone who asked. Jack avoided asking for as long as he could, only going to her when the stench became too much for him to be able to deal with on his own.

Today, fortunately, his clothes weren’t an issue. He stripped down, folding his clothes neatly before easing himself into one of the troughs. He dunked his head under the warm water, scrubbing at his scalp with his fingers. He didn’t have the luxury of soap today, having worn through his last bar before he could find a suitable trade for a replacement. Jack didn’t mind though – sometimes the water itself was enough to feel clean.

“Jack,” Chase was standing at the foot of his trough, hands on her hips. Well this is a nice surprise Jack thought as he sat up, pushing his wet hair back. Her face was shiny with sweat and streaked with dirt that seemed to attach itself to any available bit of skin.

“Hello, Doll.” He had taken to calling her that, preferring it to Chase. At least, he preferred it when he was trying to seduce her.

“I need to talk to you,” she said, and Jack’s blood ran instantly cold.

“You’re not – you know?” He gestured to her stomach. Chase looked down, confused, before realization dawned on her face.

“It’s been a week, Jack, Maker help me! No. Didn’t you learn anything about how babies are actually made when you were married?” Chase raised an incredulous brow at him. Jack shrugged. “I have a book on that, you should give it a read.”

Jack rubbed at his legs with a scrap piece of cloth, knowing he was not going to read that book. “So, what’d ya need, doll? Come to take another ride?” Chase rolled her eyes.

“No. I need to talk to you-” Chase hesitated, looking conflicted. “Look, just don’t hate me, please.” Jack sat forward, suddenly intrigued.

“Well, don’t leave me hangin’ in suspense,” Jack said.

“I know who killed your wife. I can find him.”

Jack’s ears rang for a moment, he wasn’t sure he heard correctly. “You . . .”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Chase crouched down next to the trough as she spoke, her eyes imploring him to understand. “I wasn’t sure it was him; I thought he was dead! But – but it’s too much of a coincidence.”

“Who is he? How do you know?” Jack tried to keep the pain out of his voice. How long has she known, he wondered, and not told him?

Chase at least had the decency to look ashamed. “He’s – his name is Elijah. He’s missing an eye because ten years ago I stabbed him, thought I killed him too. I tried to kill him!”

“Chase, who is he to you? Are you sure you can find him?”

“I can find him. I still have connections with his old crowd, someone there will know where he is.” Chase rubbed her face, somehow smearing on even more dirt. “If I tell you who he is . . . just don’t hold it against me, okay?”

“No promises,” Jack said.

“He’s my brother. Womb brother, actually.”

“You tried to kill your brother?” Jack was too shocked to feel angry. He was an only child, but from what he knew, the bond between siblings was one of the strongest, especially those bonded in the womb.

“You’ve met him,” Chase shrugged helplessly, “he’s – look I’m not gonna pretend that I deserve understanding for keeping this from you. But now I know he’s alive . . .” she trailed off, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

“Tell me where to find him.” Jack said.

“No, you need me.” Chase shook her head. “You won’t get far without me, I promise you that.”

Jack scoffed at her. “Don’t underestimate me.”

“I’m not, I’m being realistic. You don’t know Elijah like I do. He’s paranoid, delusional, he thinks he’s a fucking god. You won’t get within ten feet of him without someone blowing your brains out. If you’re serious about this revenge thing, you need me.”

Jack pushed himself out of the trough and began to dry off quickly in the sun. Still naked, he turned to face Chase, arms crossed over his chest. “And just why are you so damn insistent on comin’ with me? You could tell me what you know, I could hire any number of mercs who could get the job done better than you, and you wouldn’t have to get your hands dirty . . . well dirtier than they already are.”

Chase took a deep breath, evidently to calm herself down. “I need to make sure what I started is finished. Someone has to kill Elijah, and I won’t be able to sleep until I know he’s dead.”

The look on her face told Jack she was completely serious. He considered for a few moments, pulling his clothes back on. If everything she said was true, he would need her help, to find Elijah, to get close enough to kill him. But –

“If you tried to kill him, how can you get close without you getting your head blown off?” Jack combed his fingers through his hair and secured it with his hat.

“He doesn’t know it was me. It’s a long story but you just have to trust me.”

Jack considered the woman standing in front of him. Of course, he didn’t trust her – it was stupid to trust anybody. But it was his only chance, he was beginning to realise, and she’d have to come along whether he wanted it or not. Which given his current mood regarding her keeping this from him, he did not.

“Alright, get your shit ready. I’m leaving at dusk.”

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#jack whiskey daniels #jack daniels x f!reader #kingsmen golden circle #jack daniels au #post apocalyptic

[sylph-feather]

Resident

Summary: The student body is fascinated by the green eyes in the courtyard.

Prompt by @enigmaris

“Due to an unfortunate housing mix-up, Danny arrives at his first year of college only to find that he was never assigned a room! Rather than be stuffed into a too small dorm with five other guys, Danny decides to take the refund for his housing and find a place on campus to haunt until he can find his own apartment. Write a story about the new campus ghost everyone keeps spotting.”

Wordcount: 1438

They say it’s a pair of green eyes in the dark. Many dismiss that as just an animal: a squirrel, or (at most interesting) perhaps a raccoon. The Zoology majors throw around fancy words like tapeta lucidum, but the sentiment remains the same.

Still, the insistent say “it’s too tall,” or “floating,” and won’t be swayed by any notions of fences or reflective animal eyes or tricks of light.

But if it were only two eerie wisps floating on the large lawn, it would not have gained much traction.

No, no, of course there’s more.

Underneath the lawn, there’s a large physics lab— underground to keep cool. Some say that it’s been cooler than normal, in the night, when they burn their candle with coffee in order to get a paper done. There’s frost patches on the lawn in the morning sometimes, even when it’s not at all been the weather for it.

Some physics students (astrophysics especially), strained looks in their eyes, say that sometimes when they go to do a lab in the night (long after they should have, or should be there or even awake) the equipment stills from movement and papers ruffle with a ghoulish wind— as though someone else had been doing that same assignment, and quickly ghosted out of there. Literally.

...Little do they know, they’re quite accurate. Danny Fenton is a similar procrastinator, and he simply has the added bonus of being half ghost on top of it, sneaking down to the labs to get last minute work done.

And, as for the lawn— well. There… was a housing mix up. A mix-up he just kind of shrugged off, said, “sure, I have a place to stay until something opens up.”

...He sleeps floating, invisible. It’s quite comfortable, oddly enough, and he takes almost a comfort in being Phantom so casually in this new place.

The other students don’t find their apparent haunting quite as comforting. Hence, you know, the rumours.

...It really, really comes to a head the day more logical students become interested. Science majors sticking their noses into things, because surely these observable phenomena have a similarly observable cause.

The most popular theory is faulty cold vents from the labs, animals revelling consistently in that with the summer, consistently enough to provide those eyes. Other theories regard anything from a release of liquid nitrogen to hallucinations.

Needless to say, nerds that they are, they are curious, and curiosity leads to tests.

Perhaps, if Danny were less tired, he would’ve been invited— but no, that nerdy group encourage the tired looking teen (in truth, tired from another night literally ghosting the astrophysics lab) to get some rest. They resolved to tell him about it tomorrow.

That is, until the bump into him. Literally.

Well, the group doesn’t know it’s him— looking for a vent or gas leak, somebody’s head collides with something solid, mid-air.

Phantom falls gracelessly out of the sky, pinwheeling his arms to crumple into something less face first but still uncomfortable.

The nerd group stares. And stares. And stares.

“This has got to be a prank,” one finally says.

Danny blinks awake. “Uh, yes, haha! Yes! You got me, putting, uh,” he pauses. One of his palms is flat on the soft grass, and beneath it he creates a handful of ice cubes. “Ice! Ice. On the lawn.” Phantom pauses again. “To make people think there’s a ghost.”

“You’re glowing,” another points out, dumbfounded.

Danny’s laugh just gets more nervous, more unbelievable. “Gotta look the part, I guess,” he tries.

“How are you glowing?” one asks. “Is that makeup bioluminescent?” Agh, Zoology major, Danny curses mentally.

“Yes,” Danny agrees, “let’s go with that.”

“I bumped into something midair,” says the mousy boy who had indeed bumped into a floating Phantom, running straight into that horizontal figure and taking it right in his chest. “And then you showed up. Right after.”

“Me being a ghost,” Phantom scoffs. “That’s ridiculous.”

And then before anyone else says anything, he playfully floats off the ground and gives a mock salute before flickering out of existence.

The students yell and circle like angered, frightened, confused chihuahuas, yipping and yelping about this and that. Danny watches from further in the air, snickering. He is far from Amity Park, where ghosts are an expectation and a reality. There are no actual (that is to say, effective) ghost hunters here.

They investigate further-- now the popular theories are that all this is some elaborate prank (they justify his weirdness with light tricks and whatnot), and the second being that all this was some shared hallucination (perhaps from a gas leak indeed). They find evidence of neither; no projectors, no escaped vents, nothing.

Danny dozes off, high in the air, befuddled and now tired students searching all night.

The next morning, the science group presents a logical, factual report. There is one section with a neutral description of the night: ...bumped into a solid object in the air. It appeared that a person fell from, or was this object. They appeared male, with white, wispy hair, wearing what appeared to be a jumpsuit of black with white gloves, and a distinct spiked logo of a D. He appeared to put off a glow, and had green eyes. We exchanged words. Dialogue transcript and artistic rendition attached below.

Underneath the transcript and picture-- a picture, Danny noted, was quite alright, though a little vague on the facial features-- was notes on theories.

Of course, the student body only cared about the first part of the document.

His backpack was hidden in some swirling ghostly pocket space-- something he learned how to do and was quite useful given the housing mishap. Still, it was annoying to have more and more students poke around the lawn when he was trying to sleep.

Now that he’d mostly passed off the ghost fighting to his parents (he occasionally teleported back and forth to Amity, but that took a lot of energy), Danny was actually enjoying freedom of sleeping. He still, of course, pulled the stupid student things going down into the lab to finish a project last minute at ungodly hours of night, but he was still largely enjoying this new sleep. So yes, annoying.

After a week of the same number of people still poking around, Danny decided that no, it wouldn’t die off, so he planned something.

Phantom began showing up elsewhere.

Green eyes in the forest, a flit of a jumpsuit above the fountain, flickers in the hallways. Just little bits; enough to be seen, enough to direct their search elsewhere, but not enough to actively wig people out. Danny’s goal wasn’t fright, after all, it was to be left alone, please, I like sleep.

That’s how it went until Skulker showed up, that is.

Ghosts had trouble away from ghost portals; even Danny needed some spare ectoplasm from his parents to keep that half of himself powered up, and he had a human half’s energy to fall back on. They tended to turn wispy and fragile, barely-there things that were more the typical picture of ghosts.

Skulker managed to secure some tech; perhaps Fenton, even, considering his parents had been trying to design him an ecto-generator that put out sustainable energy for a longer time than just consuming raw ectoplasm. Skulker certainly had a new, fancily whirring thing on his suit when he came on the lawn, missiles ablazing in broad daylight, and demanded: “ghost child, come out! Your cowardly place of hiding is doomed, and any others shall be doomed as well! I shall hunt and pursue you to the ends of the earth, now!”

The student body, many on their way to lunch, stared gaping at the maniac. Danny smacked his face amongst the camera clicks and amazed chatter, then slid away, hiding. Easy to do when everyone was so focussed elsewhere.

“Seriously, were you itching for a fight that badly? Something go wrong with Ember again?” Phantom barked, flickering into visibility on the lawn. “I’ll have to find somewhere to sleep, now,” he scoffed at Skulker accusingly, “they’ll never leave the lawn alone now.”

Indeed, the student body had a general murmur: “it’s him.”

“Making a name for yourself here, too, whelp?” Skulker scoffed, firing off a few missiles.

Danny shrugged. “Not necessarily intentionally, I guess.” He frowned, turned to the student body, “and in case you were wondering, the name’s Phantom,” he declared. “Don’t want any repeats of Inviso-bill,” he muttered, mostly to himself.

The students were all gaping.

“You’ll get used to it,” Danny said, and set about frying Skulker’s mechanics.

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[damianwaynerocks]

Ghosts in Gotham

Danny Phantom / DC Comics

Dedicated To: @psychovigilantewrites​

Description: The Batfamily has been through their fair share of the supernatural. That’s why they originally weren’t worried whenever ghosts started showing up in Gotham City. Until one day, something happens; Batman is captured and taken into the Ghost Zone. With no way to go in there themselves, with no way to fight the ghosts inside, the bats decide to call the person who can; Danny Phantom. Together, Danny takes Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown and Damian Wayne into the Ghost Zone before the Batman is lost forever.

Word Count: 3523

Ch 1 Ch 2 Masterlist

Chapter 3:

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Danny could deal with a lot.

He'd dealt with dying. He'd dealt with becoming a ghost. He'd dealt with ghosts trying to kill him. He'd dealt with finding out that his dad's best friend wasn't only a halfa like him, but that he wanted to get with his mom. He'd dealt with ghost prison. He'd dealt with finding out he'd been cloned. He'd dealt with finding a future in which everyone he loved was dead and he himself was evil. He'd even dealt with girls.

He thought he could deal with anything.

But being stuck a small space with Damian Wayne and Tim Drake?

He wasn't so sure he could deal with that.

"You incompetent creature, why on earth are you listening to a C-average oaf instead of me?"

"Because the 'oaf' has been here before. We haven't."

"I possessed more intelligence than you and Fenton combined whenever I was four years old, and I have memorized the Infi-map. I am completely capable of commanding this voyage."

Danny's eye twitched at the arguing. It was worse than he and Jasmine. "Does it ever end?" he asked Stephanie through gritted teeth. The blonde sighed.

"Damian feels like he has to prove that he's superior to Tim," she explained. "It's not my place to tell you exactly why, but it's true. And he knows exactly how to get under Tim's skin."

"So.. no?"

"No."

Danny groaned. "It's giving me a headache." He perked up as he saw the island in front of him. "Hey, guys," he said, "We're here."

They had reached the lair of Clockwork. Clockwork was the master of time and could see into any timeline and all of the possible outcomes. Danny had the idea of asking him if he could show them the moment in which Bruce Wayne had disappeared, in the hopes that they could see which ghost it was.

It was a long shot, but it was the only idea Danny could think of.

Tim and Damian had stopped their arguing, unbuckling their seat belts as Danny landed the Speeder on the grounds of the lair.

"So this guy can tell us who took Bruce?" Stephanie asked as she opened the door, stepping on to the ground. Danny nodded.

"Yeah. I can't promise he'll help, but it's our best bet."

The foursome walked towards the massive clocktower, Damian walking in step with Danny as he gripped his sword. Danny knocked on the door, and it opened with a creak.

"Hello, Danny," a voice said. "And hello, Bats." Clockwork floated down. He was a small ghost, purple in color with a darker purple cloak.

"Whaddup, Clockwork," Danny greeted. "Long time no see." He heard Stephanie laugh at the pun behind him and then heard her grunt as Damian elbowed her.

"It has not been long to me, Danny," Clockwork replied. His eyes drifted over the group. "What do you want?"

"I assume that you know, Time Master," Damian answered before Danny could open his mouth, stepping forward until he was right beside a swirling vortex, although his eyes remained on the ghost. "We are looking for my Father, and Phantom says you can help."

"Damian Wayne," Clockwork said curtly. "Son of Bruce Wayne and Talia al’ Ghul. I understand that you are worried about your father, but I would suggest you step back before you see something you don't want to."

Danny was surprised to see that Damian obeyed. He narrowed his eyes. Clockwork almost seemed... nervous? "What aren't you telling us?"

"You are indeed a smart boy," Clockwork chuckled, "I hope you also can deduce that you were not brought here on accident. I was originally going to go and tell you myself, however, I have seen that it would be better for you to have Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake and Damian Wayne at your side."

"What's wrong?"

"Something has happened," Clockwork turned around, clasping his hands behind on his back as he floated further off. "The Observants have underestimated your power," he turned back around, locking his gaze with Danny's. "The power you have not yet gained."

Danny's face paled. "You don't mean-"

"That is all I can say," the ghost interrupted. "Leave now. I have work to do. I have to stop a little boy with a powerful watch from destroying his timeline."

Danny, however, couldn't move. He was frozen, his eyes wide. There was no way. He was locked in a thermos, with no possible way for a ghost to escape.

Although, that ghost wasn't just any ghost.

"What do you mean by that?" Damian demanded. "Tell us more. Now."

Clockwork looked at the boy with humor in his eyes. "Mr. Wayne, you should not threaten me." He waved his hand. "Now go. You do not have much... time."

Danny shook his head and turned around, walking towards the exit in a trance-like state. With a glance at Clockwork, the others followed, with Damian at the rear. Before he could leave, Clockwork called his name.

"Damian, listen closely," he said, shifting into an older ghost as he spoke. "You will one day get an offer. It will be a tempting offer, one that you will not want to refuse," his eyes darkened. "Do not accept it."

Damian blinked, before strutting outside to follow the others, not responding to Clockwork's warning.

Tim, Stephanie, and Danny were already on the ship as Damian walked out. As he opened the door to step in, he tuned into the conversation.

"So, you're telling us that an evil version of you exists outside of time, and it has Bruce," Tim said slowly. Danny nodded.

"We call him Dark Danny. In the alternate timeline, he- or, I, I guess -watched our family die. He couldn't handle the pain and guilt, so he had Vlad Masters- bad guy, by the way, deck him if you ever see him at a rich-person party -turn him into a full ghost, getting rid of the human side completely. It drove him mad, and without his human side, he was the most powerful ghost in the Ghost Zone. He destroyed the world."

"How did you defeat him?" Damian asked, pulling a capri-sun out of his cooler as he listened. Danny ran a hand through his hair.

"I don't know. Dumb luck, honestly. I guess I have a power that he didn't get until years later, and it knocked him off his game so I could take him down." He grimaced. "I probably wouldn't have beat him if I hadn't surprised him. He took down all of the other ghosts in the Ghost Zone by that point,"

"He must've taken out the Justice League, too," Stephanie mused, crossing her arms. "You said you didn't see them anywhere, right? The only reason they wouldn't have been fighting him is if..." she trailed off.

"We can defeat him," Damian said, crushing the capri-sun in his hand as he finished. "If Phantom can defeat him, then with our help, we can, too."

"Yeah, but like I said, it was only because I surprised him," Danny pointed out.

"Then let's surprise him again," Tim said. He took out the Infi-map. "Danny, who's your worst enemy here? If we can get them to help, and that might knock Dark Danny off his game."

"Pariah Dark," Danny answered instantly. "But that's a terrible idea, trust me," he paused, thinking. "We do need backup, and I know of at least two who could help." He turned his body intangible before Tim could respond, and flew out of the Speeder. He landed in front of it, and putting both of his fingers in his mouth, he whistled. "Come here, Cujo!"

It took a few seconds, but a small green dog zipped in front of Danny, jumping in his arms and knocking him over. Danny smiled widely as he scratched behind Cujo's ears.

"Hey, little guy!" he laughed as the dog licked his face. "I missed you too! You down for an adventure?" Cujo barked, wagging his tail. "I'll take that as a yes," Danny said, phasing back into the Speeder.

"Guys," he said, setting the dog down. "I'd like you to meet Cujo, the best boy in the entire Ghost Zone."

Damian's eyes lit up behind his mask, kneeling down and hugging Cujo as the dog barreled into him, not paying attention as Tim spoke.

"Don't get me wrong, he's adorable, but he doesn't look like he can pack a punch," he said, watching the dog fondly.

"Trust me, he's a fighter," Danny assured him. Tim nodded.

"If you say so, but man, I wish I had a dog," He walked over to where Damian was, scratching Cujo's back. Damian scowled, pulling the dog closer.

"Get back, Drake, Cujo clearly prefers me over you."

"Damian, come on, you have so many pets and I don't have any-"

"You have Bart."

"Bart is not my pet-"

"He is the human version of an Australian Shepherd minus the intelligence-"

As the two bickered, Danny looked at Stephanie. "Damian likes animals?" Stephanie laughed.

"Oh you have no idea, he has a dog, a cat, a cow-"

"A cow?"

"His name is Bat-Cow!" Damian snapped from where he had begrudgingly let Tim hold the dog.

"I love everything about that," Danny laughed. "That's the best name." Damian looked at Tim with a smug look on his face.

"See, Drake? Bat-Cow is a great name."

"I never said it wasn't!"

Danny started to ask Stephanie a question before he heard a crash and the Speeder lurched to the side.

"We've been hit!" Tim yelled, jumping off of the floor and grabbing the Speeder's controls, trying to steady the craft. Danny merged out of the Speeder and narrowed his eyes as he saw the culprit.

A gray ghost in black armor with flaming hair sneered, his arm smoking from where he had shot the Speeder. "Whelp," he growled.

"Nice to see you too, Shorty!" Danny said in a mock-cheerful tone. "Here to kill me? Because you didn't have to shoot the ship, you could've just yelled 'I am Skulker, and you are my prey! Prepare to die!'" he lowered his voice as he imitated the bounty hunter. "And then I would say something witty back, and I would pound you into the ground."

"You aren't the only prey this time, Ghost Child." Skulker answered with a menacing grin.

"You after the Bats?" Danny asked with a raised eyebrow. "If you were trying to kill them, you did a crappy job of it. That blast didn't kill anyone."

"That's the point. I think it'd be fun to beat the proteges of Batman, so they need to be alive and able to fight." he pointed downwards, and Danny followed his gaze, before swooping down to follow.

Somehow, he hadn't noticed that the Speeder was plummeting down to the island below. While the Specter Speeder was durable enough to keep from dying on impact, he didn't want them to crash.

He hurled himself in front of the Speeder, and crossing his arms, made a force  field that surrounding the Speeder. Danny grunted at the exertion, gritting his teeth as he tried to keep the force field surrounding the heavy ship.

The ship still crashed with a loud bang, leaving a large crater around it, but the ship itself was intact. Danny dropped his arms and fell to his knees, exhausted.

The door opened, and his three companions stepped out. "Nice one!" Stephanie praised, and Danny gave her a thumbs-up as he tried to catch his breath. He felt somebody nudge his shoulder, and he saw Damian standing above him with a capri-sun in his hand.

"Drink this," he said, handing Danny the drink. "Do not waste it. I can destroy you."

"Thanks," Danny panted as he poked the straw into the pouch. Damian nodded stiffly.

"Hate to interrupt," Tim said, helping Danny to his feet. "But that that Iron Man wannabe is headed this way."

Danny finished his drink and threw it over his shoulder as his fists lit up with a green aura, ignoring Damian's huff of protest at the littering.

Skulker chuckled as he cracked his knuckles. "Well, look at that," he sneered, "Not a scratch on you! I'm impressed."

"You? Impressed? Who would've thought," Danny said, narrowing his eyes.

Tim pulled out a bo-staff, twirling it around as Damian unsheathed his sword. Stephanie moved to stand beside Danny as she gripped her eskrima sticks.

"Oh, you will soon be impressed yourself," Skulker said as his arms morphed into guns. "You see, I-" he was cut off with a grunt as Danny rushed forward and sent a strong right-hook into his face.

Skulker flew back a few yards before finding his feet again. He glared at Danny. "That was low even for you Ghost Boy. Interrupting me I monologue."

Danny shrugged. "What can I say? It’s the same reason why I’m failing Chemistry; I have a short attention span.” He grinned. "But he doesn't!"

While they had been talking, Damian had managed to get behind Skulker. He jumped into the air, drop-kicking the ghost, sending him to the ground with a thud. Danny picked Skulker up and gave him an uppercut, launching him into the sky.

Skulker shook his head, steadying himself, and shot a barrage of ectoblasts at the four heroes below. Danny made his body intangible while the others, used to being shot at, dodged the blasts with ease. Tim shot his grappling hook at Skulker, wrapping the cord around his leg and pulling him back to the ground.

Tim swung the cord, launching Skulker to the side where his body was met by two hits of Stephanie's eskrima sticks. Skulker merged through the cord and landed on the ground, his teeth grinding together in fury.

"Enough!" he shouted, and sent a shock wave from his arms that blew them back. "I am sick of your pathetic attempts at besting me, whelp! When will you learn that you cannot best the Ghost Hunter!"

"Uh, kind of hard to learn that after I've beaten you, like, every single time we've fought," Danny retorted, putting his hands on his hips with a smirk.

Skulker's eye twitched. "My employer said to bring you in alive, but I don't think he'd mind you all missing a few limbs." His arms morphed into missile launchers, and he held them out at the four.

"Phantom, you possess electrokinesis, correct?" Damian asked quietly, tensing his muscles. Danny nodded.

"Yeah." He met Damian's eyes and smirked as he realized what the younger boy had in mind.

Damian grabbed on to Danny's arm, and, turning them both intangible and invisible, Danny carried Damian into the air, right above Skulker. One of Danny's hands crackled with electricity, and the tip of his fingers brushed against Damian's sword. The blade lit up like a taser. Damian and Danny exchanged a glance and, using Danny's shoulder for leverage, Damian jumped, free-falling towards Skulker.

By the time Skulker saw Damian, it was too late. Damian jabbed his electrified sword into Skulker's armor.

"Oh, crud," Skulker muttered as his armor crackled with electricity, before short-circuiting and launching him into the sky and out of sight.

"Nice one, Damian!" Danny floated to the ground, a wide smile on his face. He raised his hand for a high five. "Up top!"

"Tt. The act of high-fiving is such a ridiculous notion," Damian muttered, but he smacked his hand against the other's anyways. "You did quite well yourself."

"That guy-" Tim popped his shoulder back into place, wincing. "-does not pass the vibe check."

Stephanie snorted. "That guy is the vibe check, Timbers."

Damian sheathed his sword. "I assume that we all have gathered that his employer was Dark Danny?" It was more a statement than a question.

"Oh, for sure," Danny said, before stumbling as Cujo barreled into him. Danny huffed as he lifted the dog to his face. "Where were you, big guy?"

"Are you sure this dog can help us take Future-You down?" Stephanie asked with a raised eyebrow. "A fat lot of help he just was."

"I think he was just sleeping," Danny said as he sat the dog down. "I promise he'll be useful."

"Ship looks pretty good, considering," Tim said from where he was looking at the Specter Speeder. "I think whatever he hit us with just killed the engine. It should start back up."

Danny frowned, a finger on his chin as he pondered aloud. "So if Future-Me has employed Skulker, then he's gotta be somewhere that Skulker has access to. His lair, maybe? But I doubt it. They'd need to be somewhere with some pretty high-tech stuff if they're keeping Batman hostage."

"Are there any technology-related ghosts?" Stephanie asked. Danny didn't answer at first as he watched Tim switch the Speeder on.

"Yes," Danny finally answered. "There is, but I doubt he knows who he's working for. Skulker probably doesn't know either." Danny paused, and the smallest hint of a smile ghosted across his face as another thought struck him. "And I bet Skulker's girlfriend knows even less than that."

_

"So you're tellin' me Skulker's working for Future You? Who took away my voice and my beauty?" A ghost with pink, flaming hair in a high ponytail asked. "Now why the heck would you do that for? I thought we were cool."

"We are. This guy is me from another timeline. He isn't me." Danny explained to Skulker's girlfriend. Ember McLain, the Ghost of Song, crossed her arms, her lips turning into a frown.

"No way he would work with someone who wronged me like that. He would never."

"He doesn't know," Tim spoke up. "He probably just offered him money, or whatever currency you use, in exchange for taking Danny and us."

The Infi-map had taken the four to Ember's lair. If anybody could convince Skulker to stop, Danny had reasoned, it would be her.

"With you, Skulker, Cujo and Wulf on our side, we can beat him," Danny said. "Seeing Skulker and I work together might trip him up," he paused. "You do want to beat this guy, right? I mean, he will end up destroying your voice." Even though Ember might not care about the human world being obliterated, she would definitely care about the same thing happening to her voice.

Stephanie and Damian had stayed in the Speeder with Damian. Stephanie's eyes were wide behind her cowl. "Damian, that's Ember McLain," she whispered. "Remember that song Remember from a couple of years ago? The one Jason wouldn't stop singing on patrol? She sang it! And she's a ghost!"

"Of course she is a supernatural being, Brown, I told you she had the voice of a siren," Damian whispered back.

"I'll talk to him," Ember agreed. "He'll listen to me. You guys go find Wulf, and we'll meet you at Technus' place."

"Great." Danny smiled. "Thanks, Ember. I owe you one."

"Well, I might just take you up on that sometime, Ghost Kid."

"So, Wulf," Tim began as the two walked back towards the ship. "He's like a werewolf? You said?"

"He isn't a werewolf, but he looks like what you'd expect a werewolf to look like," Danny explained. "He's a beast, literally and figuratively. And his claws can tear open a portal to our world, so once we get Batman, we can get out of the Ghost Zone fast."

"Great. Where is he?"

"That's the fun part," Danny replied as he got into the Specter Speeder. "We have to break him out of prison. And the people who own it do not like me.”

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Play Your Part 4

Chapter 4: I Am Trying To Be

This chapter's title is from Paradise Lost by Hollywood Undead. For maximum effect, imagine "What you're dying to see" stuck on the end. ;)  Also, as a reminder! Next chapter releases on Wednesday, August 28th, and the last one is uploaded on September 4th (the Wednesday after). The Saturday slot will instead be filled with Weirdward for the next... several months.

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“Danny,” Jazz said, her face doing something complicated. “What was that?”

“What was what?” he replied quickly, trying to smooth his face into something casual. He hadn’t thought about his ghost sense going off around his parents. But of course they would be in their ghost forms. Of course.

Maddie’s expression was less than impressed, and he grimaced. “Danny, honey, I thought you were worried about your ghost powers? Why aren’t you excited?”

“It’s nothing.” He shrugged, still trying for casual. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but it’s nothing-- nothing impressive, or anything.”

His dad laughed. “Danny-boy, no one has ‘impressive’ powers when they first get them.”

“That wasn’t--”

“Danny,” Jazz said again, her voice dropping its amusement. “Please stop denying it, it’s not healthy.”

“I’m not--” He balled his fists, driving the nails into the soft flesh of his palms. Stay calm, Fenton. Don’t get angry. Don’t make your eyes glow. You can still get out of it. “It’s not--”

A hand landed on his shoulder, and he jerked, startled. His mom stood next to him, now, chartreuse eyes softening. “Danny… it’s okay. You’re allowed to be excited to get your powers.”

“How long have you been doing that thing?” his dad asked, his glow brightening. “What’s been triggering it? Do you know what it is?”

“I’m--” he stammered out, but Jazz approached as well – in her human form, thankfully.

“How’re you feeling, Danny?” She crouched slightly, so she was at eye level with him. Darn her tallness. “Excited? Curious? Scared? All of the above?”

Danny growled under his breath, his hands aching from how deep he was digging his nails. He jerked around, dislodging all the hands and breaking the eye contact.

“Just-- I don’t want to talk about it!” he snapped, glaring at them.

They gasped, various shades of excitement and startlement.

“What?” he asked, backing up a step or two. Why were they so…

oh.

Oh no.

He had… he had accidentally loosened his grip on his core just a tad too much.

“Your eyes,” his dad sniffled, breaking out in a wide grin. “Danny-boy, they’re just like your mother’s!”

“Nonsense,” Maddie denied, turning slightly to face Jack. “They’re too green. They’re a perfect middle of ours, Jack.”

Oh no. He’d really screwed up now.

Like, on one hand, this was better than getting caught with his own parents. Unlike his own ghost-hating parents, these guys are not only okay with it, they were actually expecting it. They were genuinely happy and excited that he was half ghost!

But… but that’s the problem. He isn’t their Danny. And when – and it will be when, not if – when he swaps back, the other Danny is… well, screwed. Unless he can somehow gain the powers he was supposed to have but doesn’t…

Was that why they were swapped? Because his own universe had already given him ghost powers once, so it can do the same for this powerless Danny?

Surely not? Sam and Tucker had already gone through the accident once with him. There was… there was no way that they would do it again, right? Especially if there were no guarantees that this Danny would survive, too.

A pointy elbow dug into his shoulder, and Danny snapped out of his thoughts to see Jazz leaning on him. Her expression was soft, lips quirked into just barely a smile. “What are you thinking about?”

He hummed, noncommittally. “Just… things, I guess.”

“Excited to finally have your ghost powers?” She jostled him a little, playfully. “Remember, no using them to get back at bullies, Danny!”

“I wouldn’t dare!” he assured her, raising his hands placatingly. He’d already tried that once, anyway. Well, more than once. A lot of times. But using your powers against a powerless human was very different than using them against a fellow half-ghost…

“Yeah, uh huh.” Her expression clearly said that she wasn’t convinced. “You’re all still young, anyway, and you just barely got your powers. That would be like picking a fight you couldn’t hope to win, Danny. And you know better than that.”

The snort that slipped out at that was entirely involuntary. Him, picking fights he couldn’t win? No, he would never, sir!

Jazz rolled her eyes, then ruffled his hair. Her smirk made it clear that she knew he hated that, but… it was nice. This… this acceptance, this playfulness around his powers. He was used to it from Jazz, to some extent, but…

It just… it felt more right here, now. Not having to worry about hiding it from his parents. And it wasn’t… it wasn’t some dark thing, here, caused by a terrible accident with a dangerous machine. There were no injuries, no fighting against ghosts bigger and stronger than him…

It just was. It was just how things are, here.

“If you get into trouble, I’m not helping you.” Jazz stepped back a little, purple ectoplasm whirling around her hand, her eyes lighting up the same color. “Until you can do this, too, you don’t stand a chance.”

He stuck out his tongue at her, pressing down on his desire to prove himself. He could. He absolutely could do that. But he’d already done enough damage. If he showed off, if he let them all see how powerful he really was…

There was no doubt in his mind that he was far more powerful than he was supposed to be. All these natural born halfas, they seemed to grow into their powers. Hell, most of the students didn’t even trigger his ghost sense. Even accounting for the weakening of his sense due to them being only partially ghost, that meant that they were, what? Twice as strong as the Box Ghost, tops?

That was nothing compared to some of the other ghosts he fought. Skulker, Technus, hell, even Ember probably wasn’t all that much weaker than them. And that wasn’t even going into ghosts like Pariah Dark or his own evil future self.

God. He really really couldn’t show of his powers, could he? Even with his powers known, he still had to hide.

Although… he supposed that the basic powers could be alright. Invisibility, intangibility… and yes, flying, oh, he had missed it so.

He would just have to avoid his ghost form. Everyone else seemed to dress normally. Just color-swapped versions of their normal outfits. If he was the only one who dressed significantly different in ghost form, that would raise questions, wouldn’t it? Even if his parents did dress in the same hazmat suits.

A heavy hand landed on his shoulder, and Danny automatically jerked into intangibility and away from it. His dad laughed, loud and surprised and clearly cheerfully. “There’s my boy! See, didn’t your mom and I tell you not to worry about your powers?”

Danny chuckled back. “Yeah… Yeah, I guess. Sorry for, uh, doubting you.”

“We’ll call you in sick tomorrow, too,” his mom added from his other side. Her eyes were soft and warm, and he could almost ignore how strange it was, to see her with irises that weren’t violet. “So you won’t have to worry about anyone picking on you for still learning to control your powers.”

“Oh.” He hadn’t even thought about that. Was it normal for these people to get their powers in control so quickly? He’d spent weeks hoping not to get caught, and they… they just took a day? “Um, yeah. Thanks, Mom.”

She pressed a kiss to his temple, her skin just a little cooler than his own. He finally understood why everyone always commented on that while he was Phantom. “Of course, sweetie. And if you need us to help you or explain anything…”

“Right, uh. I’ll… keep that in mind.” They were just so… so nice. They were trying so hard to help him!

Couldn’t… couldn’t his own parents be more like this? None of the… the hatred of ghosts, of the stone-cold conviction that ghosts were evil creatures and that half-ghosts couldn’t possibly exist…

Just… acceptance?

Oh, but it wouldn’t last anyway, would it? If these guys found out that he wasn’t their Danny, then surely they wouldn’t… they wouldn’t be as nice, would they? Because he had replaced their son, had made them think he finally got the powers they were so excited about?

Maybe he would just… never switch back? Was that why he was here? Because this was here he was supposed to be, from the start? Another half-ghost in a universe full of them?

“Danny,” Jazz said, her tone hard to read. “I heard back from Dora.”

“Oh?” He perked up, looking up from his homework. It was interesting, to see how different things were in this universe. And! No bashing of humans, of people like him, in any of his work! Lancer had been genuinely excited to see his finished homework! “About the necklace?”

“Yeah. Can you call Sam and Tucker so we can talk about it with all of us present?”

“Uh, sure, hold on.” He dug out his phone, buried under loose sheaves of paper. “Do we need some kind of excuse, or…?”

“Nah, they can let themselves in.” Jazz shrugged, sitting down on the edge of the bed. She wasn’t looking at him, but at the homework he had surrounded himself with. “Mom and Dad probably won’t even notice. If we need to get into the lab we’ll need to get them out, first.”

“And you think that that’ll be necessary?” He frowned, considering this. He supposed it made sense. His own parents already spent a lot of time in the basement lab, and of course they would spent even more time there, in a universe where the thing they hunted was already known to exist.

“Probably.” She shrugged. “Somehow things always come down to their tech, when we’re dealing with ghosts. It’s how… Danny… hunts ghosts, too. He can fight them all he wants, but to get them back to the Ghost Zone he needs to rely on the Fenton Thermos.”

He made a face at her as he unlocked the phone, scrolling through his contacts to get to Sam and Tucker. “A thermos, really?”

“Not just a thermos, the Thermos.” She puffed out her chest, doing a bad impression of their dad. “The Fenton Thermos!”

Danny snorted, then finally reached the contact he was looking for, and dialed. Sam answered quickly.

“Heard back from Dora?” she asked the moment it connected.

“Uh, yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck, caught off-guard by how… how she immediately jumped in. “Jazz wanted me to ask you and Tucker over so we could discuss it.”

“I’ll bring Tucker,” Sam assured him, then hung up.

He blinked at the phone in hand, dumbly. What had just…

“Ah, they’re on their way?” Jazz said, tone knowing. “Good, good. I’ll hold off from telling you what I know until they’re here, then. Won’t be long.”

“Right. I knew that. They can… fly… oh.” He cleared his throat, ignoring the blush that crept to his face. “Right, no flying. How fast is it on foot?”

“They’re not on foot, Danny, they’ve got scooters.” Then Jazz jerked her head away from where she’d been looking at his homework. “Wait, don’t they have any kind of transportation besides flying in your universe?”

“Not… really?” He shrugged at her incredulous expression. “Everyone can fly, anyway, and most can fly at high speeds. What else would we use?”

“Well, what do you do? Walk everywhere?”

He shrugged again, turning his head down. “Well, yeah?”

“Oh.” The sound was long, drawn out and weary. “That’s… unfortunate. I’m sorry, Danny.”

“It’s alright. Not your fault.” He played with the paper in front of him, then looked up again. “I don’t blame you for being curious, anyway. It’s interesting, seeing how things are different between my universe and this one.”

“Is that why you’re so interested in this homework?” She smiled, gesturing at all the books. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Danny work on his homework voluntarily.”

He gasped, faux-offended. “What a crime! He gets a chance to do schoolwork that doesn’t insult his state of existence, and he doesn’t even take it? Awful!”

She snorted, then dissolved into actual laughter. “You sound like me,” she said in-between cackles, “Danny would be so annoyed!”

“What, because the teachers are gonna expect him to do well?” He smiled as he straightened the work up again, preparing to clean it up. “Or to try, at least, since I bet I wasn’t doing well with my wrong-universe knowledge anyway.”

“Well, that isn’t your fault anyway.” She reached over to help him clean up too. “But yeah. He’s kinda been turning his reputation in something where he’s doing so bad that most teachers don’t try correcting him anymore. Now he’s gonna have to start all over again.”

“Oh no, poor him,” he said, keeping his tone light. “The expectations are simply too much for his poor half-ghost mind.”

She shot him a look, too heavy for the conversation they’d been having. One that clearly said, I know what you’re not saying, Danny. But she didn’t comment on it, and for that, he thanked her. Mentally, of course.

Footsteps on the stairs, two pairs, one heavy and clunky and the other just heavy.

“Ah, and there’s Sam and Tucker,” Jazz said, offering him the books she had picked up. “See, I told you it wouldn’t take long for them to get here.”

“Right.” He took the paperwork from her hands, then dumped them all in his backpack next to the desk. “About as fast as flying, then.”

“Really?” Tucker asked as he entered the room, having apparently caught the tail-end of their conversation. “Our scooters can barely keep up with Danny, usually.”

He shrugged at the other two as they came in, then closed the door. “Young half-ghosts aren’t very strong or fast, and you two-- or they, I guess-- aren’t usually flying at top speed.”

“That makes sense,” Sam allowed as she rolled his desk chair out and sat down on it. “And as fascinating as that is, could we maybe focus on the news? What did you hear from Dora, Jazz?”

“Right, well.” She cleared her throat, straightening her spine as if shifting into a more focused persona. “Apparently the necklace is, indeed, a ghost artifact. Its origin is unclear, but its purpose is known: it balances the different dimensions, or universes or timelines or whatever you want to call it.”

“So it… swapped me here to… to balance things?” Danny frowned, considering this. “So it is a thing of me being human and your Danny being half-ghost, and now we match our universes?”

“I don’t think it’s that straight-forward.” Jazz twirled a strand of her hair, turning to look at him. “Obviously the research isn’t foolproof, but from how Dora said it, it sounded more like it was ‘fixing’ things. Like you were supposed to swap back once the universes were balanced properly again.”

Danny gestured aggravatedly. “What, so I’m just supposed to spontaneously develop my ghost powers after all?”

“Well, not spontaneously, maybe…” Sam said, slowly, one finger tapping on her cheek as she thought. “But we already gave our Danny ghost powers. Not once but twice. So why couldn’t we do the same to you, too?”

“Twice?” Tucker repeated, one brow raised. “What do you mean, twice? What’d I miss?”

She flapped a dismissive hand. “Eh, don’t worry about it. Just some thing with Desiree. Anyway, Danny, what’d you think about that? Want to try it?”

He blinked. “Um. Is that… a trick question?” If it was, he wasn’t sure he knew the right answer. Of course he wanted the powers he was supposed to have, but… Sam was so big on individualism, on being who you are and not changing that to fit in. Wouldn’t that be exactly what he was doing, if he accepted the offer to become half-ghost?

“It doesn’t matter if he wants them or not,” Tucker pointed out, apparently deciding to bypass that whole mess of a conversation, “since we don’t know why he doesn’t have them, if he’s supposed to. Isn’t everyone in that universe born half-ghost? Why wasn’t Danny?”

“I… don’t know,” he admitted, rubbing his neck. “I mean, you’re born half-ghost but you generally can’t really use your powers until you’re older. They get stronger as you grow, you know? And can you imagine trying to take care of a baby that can turn invisible and intangible on command?”

Jazz snorted. “A good point. So you just… never grew into your powers? Or have you never had even the smallest inclinations of them?”

“Not that I… know?” He frowned, digging through his memory. “I mean, I must’ve, right? If my parents are so certainly that I’m half-ghost, then I must’ve shown some kind of potential. But if I have, it was so long ago that I can’t remember.”

“Well, if our universes are so similar, maybe that is mirrored from our Danny, too?” Tucker suggested, fingers rattling on the edge of his PDA as he thought. “Our Danny had an accident that gave him ghost powers, so maybe… maybe you had an accident that lost you your powers? Is that possible?”

He opened his mouth to refute it. Then paused. Closed his mouth again.

“I… think it might be, actually.” He took his hand off of his neck again, laying it down in his lap. “I can’t really… remember? It was really long ago, but I think…. I think I had one when I was young?”

“What, with the Portal? Way back then?” Jazz looked downright offended. “They let you near that while you were so young?”

“What? No!” He waved his hands around, dismissing it. “No, no, no. I think I had an accident with one of their normal human-hunting inventions. I can’t really remember its name… the, uh, Human Trapper? Mortal Snare? Something like that, at least.”

Sam and Tucker shared a meaningful glance. “The Ghost Catcher,” they stated in perfect sync.

“The what?” Danny considered it, though. It sounded like it could be a ghost equivalent of the same invention. “I mean, maybe? It sounds like it could be the same thing, yeah. What is it supposed to do?”

“In this universe? It… oh.” Jazz’ eyes grew wider as she caught on too. “It removes ghostly influence from objects or people. Like… it’s supposed to remove all ectoplasm from a non-ectoplasmic subject.”

“And for Danny? It split him in separate human and ghost selves,” Tucker added, flipping through his PDA as if searching for something. “Like, a fully human and a fully ghost version of him, at the same time.”

He held out the device, now, showing Danny what he’d been looking for. On the screen was a photo of, indeed, two identical versions of him. Only one was human, black hair and blue eyes and regular clothes, while the other was a ghost, with white hair and green eyes and a black jumpsuit.

“Oh.” Danny tore his eyes off of the screen again. “I mean… I’m not sure what ours was supposed to do, since my parents gave up on it after my accident, but. I guess it might’ve done something similar?”

“And if it purged your ectoplasmic ‘contamination’, that would explain why you never got your powers.” Jazz nodded. “You purged your ghost side before it got a chance to develop into something strong enough to maintain a form of its own, hence why you can’t just re-fuse with it.”

“So we do need to give him powers again?” Sam smirked, leaning down to grab the backpack she’d brought. “We’ll need access to the lab, then.”

Jazz made a face. “Yeah, I guess you will. I’ll go lure away my parents, you guys make up a game plan. I’ll text…” She looked between them. “I’ll text Danny when I’m sure they’re gone, and then I’ll join you guys as soon as possible, okay?”

“Sounds good to me,” Danny agreed, pulling his phone closer. “Good luck, Jazz, and… thanks.”

“Thank me by getting better,” she said, patting his knee. “You’re great, Danny, but… I want my brother back.”

Danny looked at the giant metal arch in front of him, his fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt. “And you’re… sure about this?”

Sam hummed from where she was fiddling with some kind of control. “It worked the last two times, and it’ll work this time, too. Are you sure you don’t want the jumpsuit?”

“I mean, no one wears different clothes in their ghost forms where I’m from.” His voice echoed back at him from the empty tunnel. Dully, he wondered if that was what he would sound like as a ghost. “So I’m sure this’ll be fine.”

“I still don’t know what you mean with the whole ‘twice’ thing, Sam,” Tucker commented from where he was standing in the middle of the lab. “It’s not like Danny could’ve gotten his powers twice over.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Sam dismissed. She stepped back from the control panel, looking it over critically. “Alright, I think it’s ready. Are you, Danny?”

He bit down his automatic first reaction – ‘is anyone ever ready to embrace part-death?’ – to summon as much confidence as he could muster. “As ready as I’ll be, I guess.”

“You remember what you’re supposed to do?” She joined Tucker in the center of the room, stuffing a photo in the backpack she’d left there.

“What, step inside and hit the button?” He huffed out an unamused breath. “Not that hard to remember, is it?”

“Just making sure.” She straightened up again. “Nerves can make you stupid, and all that. Well, go on then.”

“Right.” He turned forwards again, facing the deactivated Portal in front of them. “Just… go in and turn it on. Easy.”

He lifted up his foot, ready to step into the metal tunnel, when--

A shriek from the lab entrance.

Danny jolted backwards, whirling around. Jazz stormed down the stairs, eyes fiery. The effect wasn’t lessened by the fact that they didn’t glow violent purple as usual, against his expectations.

“What are you three doing?!”

“We’re… giving him ghost powers again?” Tucker tried, apparently also shaken by Jazz’ anger. “The way we did it for Danny?”

“So you’re repeating the accident that almost killed him once?!” she snapped at him, gesturing at Danny and the Portal. “And, what, just hoping that it’ll go okay this time too?!”

“Well, he already had powers once, right?” Sam shrugged, remaining cool under the fury that was now aimed at her. “So of course his body will just accept them back.”

Jazz hissed. Actually, straight-up hissed, in anger. “If his body is fundamentally different,” she ground out, slow and heavy, “then it would make sense that there is a less dangerous way of doing this. Right?”

“Can’t you, I don’t know, test it?” Danny tried, stepping away from the Portal. He wanted his powers, yes, but the invention quite frankly scared him. It felt… dangerous, somehow. Like he knew, on some deep instinctual level, that another version of him had almost died there. “To see if I’ve got signs of ghostliness in me, still?”

Sam and Tucker shared a glance. Then Tucker said, carefully, “I mean… I guess that that’s a better idea, yeah. We can compare your stats to those of our Danny.”

Convinced that they had dropped the Portal plan, Jazz relaxed a little. “And you really didn’t think of that before now?”

“Well, this is kind of our go-to, I guess?” Sam shrugged, moving to the Portal to safely turn it on again. “It’s how he got them the first time, and then when Desiree removed them I replicated the accident, too. We know it works, so it makes sense, right?”

Danny made a face at Tucker, and the boy laughed back. “Felt dangerous, though,” he told him, quietly.

“Yeah?” Tucker pulled open one of the desk drawers, pulling out a strange machine Danny couldn’t place. Definitely FentonWorks tech, though, in silver and glowing green. “Could you sense it, somehow?”

“I guess.” Danny reached to accept the machine, but Tucker grabbed his wrist to drag him over to a table instead. “What, uh, are we doing?”

“It’s like an X-ray,” Jazz explained, joining them. “But for ghosts. It’ll show us if you’ve got traces of ectoplasm in you, still.”

“Oh.” He let them force him onto the table so he laid flat on his back. “Do I have to take my shirt off, or…”

“Nah, the machine can filter out the trace ectoplasm it’ll contain.” Tucker placed the invention on Danny’s chest, extending its legs so it stood on its own. “You know how an X-ray works?”

Danny snorted. “It’ll take a picture, yeah? Anything I have to worry about?”

“Just stay still and it’ll be fine.” Tucker pulled a panel on the side loose, revealing a cord with a button on the end. He waited until Sam rejoined them, then he turned back to Danny. “You ready?”

“Sure?” He forced himself to lay as still as possible, waiting for the photo to happen. The machine hummed and buzzed, then suddenly spat out a piece of paper from one end.

“Oh,” he said, feeling a little let down. He had expected to, like, feel it work? Or something. “Well, uh. How does it look?”

Tucker peered at the picture, then showed it to Sam and Jazz. They all remained silent, staring and pointing at it.

“Guys?” Danny tried again, not wanting to jostle the machine and risk it falling. “How is it?”

The three of them snapped their attention back to him, then shared a glance. Finally Tucker held out the picture so Danny could see.

“See for yourself, dude.”

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At first his own people did not know Gwindor, who went out young and strong, and returned now seeming as one of the aged among mortal Men, because of his torments and his labours; and now also he was maimed. But Finduilas daughter of Orodreth the King knew him and welcomed him, for she had loved him, and indeed they were betrothed, before the Nirnaeth, and so greatly did Gwindor love her beauty that he named her Faelivrin, which is the sheen of the sun upon the pools of Ivrin. Thus Gwindor came home, and for his sake Turin was admitted with him; for Gwindor said that he was a valiant man, dear friend of Beleg Cuthalion of Doriath. But when Gwindor would tell his name Turin checked him, saying: 'I am Agarwaen, the son of umarth (which is the Bloodstained, son of Ill-fate), a hunter in the woods.' But though the Elves guessed that he took these names because of the slaying of his friend (not knowing other reasons), they questioned him no more. The sword Anglachel was forged anew for him by the cunning smiths of Nargothrond, and though ever black its edges shone with pale fire. Then Turin himself became known in Nargothrond as Mormegil, the Black Sword, for the rumour of his deeds with that weapon; but he named the sword Gurthang, Iron of Death. Because of his prowess and his skill in warfare with Orcs Turin found favour with Orodreth, and was admitted to his council. Now Turin had no liking for the manner of fighting of the Elves of Nargothrond, of ambush and stealth and secret arrow, and he urged that it be abandoned, and that they should use their strength to attack the servants of the Enemy, to open battle and pursuit. But Gwindor spoke ever against Turin in this matter in the council of the King, saying that he had been in Angband and had had a glimpse of the power of Morgoth, and had some inkling of his designs. 'Petty victories will prove profitless at the last,' he said; 'for thus Morgoth learns where the boldest of his enemies are to be found, and gathers strength great enough to destroy them. All the might of the Elves and Edain united sufficed only to contain him, and to gain the peace of a siege; long indeed, but only so long as Morgoth bided his time before he broke the leaguer; and never again can such a union be made. Only in secrecy lies hope of survival. Until the Valar come.' 'The Valar!' said Turin. 'They have forsaken you, and they hold Men in scorn. What use to look westward across the endless Sea to a dying sunset in the West? There is but one Vala with whom we have to do, and that is Morgoth; and if in the end we cannot overcome him, at least we can hurt him and hinder him. For victory is victory, however small, nor is its worth only from what follows from it. But it is expedient also. Secrecy is not finally possible: arms are the only wall against Morgoth. If you do nothing to halt him, all Beleriand will fall under his shadow before many years are passed, and then one by one he will smoke you out of your earths. And what then? A pitiable remnant will fly south and west, to cower on the shores of the Sea, caught between Morgoth and Osse. Better then to win a time of glory, though it be shortlived; for the end will be no worse. You speak of secrecy, and say that therein lies the only hope; but could you ambush and waylay every scout and spy of Morgoth to the last and least, so that none came ever back with tidings to Angband, yet from that he would learn that you lived and guess where. And this also I say: though mortal Men have little life beside the span of the Elves, they would rather spend it in battle than fly or submit. The defiance of Hurin Thalion is a great deed; and though Morgoth slay the doer he cannot make the deed not to have been. Even the Lords of the West will honour it; and is it not written into the history of Arda, which neither Morgoth nor Manwe can unwrite?' 'You speak of high things,' Gwindor answered, 'and plain it is that you have lived among the Eldar. But a darkness is on you if you set Morgoth and Manwe together, or speak of the Valar as the foes of Elves and Men; for the Valar scorn nothing, and least of all the Children of Iluvatar. Nor do you know all the hopes of the Eldar. It is a prophecy among us that one day a messenger from Middle-earth will come through the shadows to Valinor, and Manwe will hear, and Mandos relent. For that time shall we not attempt to preserve the seed of the Noldor, and of the Edain also? And Cirdan dwells now in the South, and there is building of ships; but what know you of ships, or of the Sea? You think of yourself and of your own glory, and bid us each do likewise; but we must think of others beside ourselves, for not all can fight and fall, and those we must keep from war and ruin, while we can.' 'Then send them to your ships, while there is yet time,' said Turin. 'They will not be parted from us,' said Gwindor, 'even could Cirdan sustain them. We must abide together as long as we may, and not court death.' 'All this I have answered,' said Turin. 'Valiant defence of the borders and hard blows ere the enemy gathers; in that course lies the best hope of your long abiding together. And do those that you speak of love such skulkers in the woods, hunting strays like a wolf, better than one who puts on his helm and figured shield, and drives away the foe, be they far greater than all his host? At least the women of the Edain do not. They did not hold back the men from the Nirnaeth Arnoediad.' 'But they suffered greater woe than if that field had not been fought,' said Gwindor. But Turin advanced greatly in the favour of Orodreth, and he became the chief counsellor of the King, who submitted all things to his advice. In that time the Elves of Nargothrond forsook their secrecy, and great store of weapons were made; and by the counsel of Turin the Noldor built a mighty bridge over the Narog from the Doors of Felagund for the swifter passage of their arms, since war was now chiefly east of Narog in the Guarded Plain. As its north-march Nargothrond now held the 'Debatable Land' about the sources of Ginglith, Narog, and the fringes of the Woods of Nuath. Between Nenning and Narog no Orc came; and east of Narog their realm went to the Teiglin and the borders of the Moors of the Nibin-noeg. Gwindor fell into dishonour, for he was no longer forward in arms, and his strength was small; and the pain of his maimed left arm was often upon him. But Turin was young, and only now reached his full manhood; and he was in truth the son of Morwen Eledhwen to look upon: tall, dark-haired and pale-skinned, with grey eyes, and his face more beautiful than any other among mortal men, in the Elder Days. His speech and bearing were those of the ancient kingdom of Doriath, and even among the Elves he might be taken at first meeting for one from the great houses of the Noldor. So valiant was Turin, and so exceedingly skilled in arms, especially with sword and shield, that the Elves said that he could not be slain, save by mischance, or an evil arrow from afar. Therefore they gave him dwarf-mail, to guard him; and in a grim mood he found in the armouries a dwarf-mask all gilded, and he put it on before battle, and his enemies fled before his face. Now that he had his way, and all went well, and he had work to do after his heart, and had honour in it, he was courteous to all, and less grim than of old, so that well nigh all hearts were turned to him; and many called him Adanedhel, the Elf-man. But most of all Finduilas the daughter of Orodreth found her heart moved whenever he came near, or was in hall. She was golden-haired after the manner of the house of Finarfin, and Turin began to take pleasure in the sight of her and in her company; for she reminded him of his kindred and the women of Dor-lomin in his father's house. At first he met her only when Gwindor was by; but after a while she sought him out, so that they met at times alone, though it seemed to be by chance. Then she would question him about the Edain, of whom she had seen few and seldom, and about his country and his kin. Then Turin spoke freely to her concerning these things, though he did not name the land of his birth, nor any of his kindred; and on a time he said to her: 'I had a sister, Lalaith, or so I named her; and of her you put me in mind. But Lalaith was a child, a yellow flower in the green grass of spring; and had she lived she would now, maybe, have become dimmed with grief. But you are queenly, and as a golden tree; I would I had a sister so fair.' 'But you are kingly,' said she, 'even as the lords of the people of Fingolfin; I would I had a brother so valiant. And I do not think that Agarwaen is your name, nor is it fit for you, Adanedhel. I call you Thurin, the Secret.' At this Turin started, but he said: 'That is not my name; and I am not a king, for our kings are of the Eldar, as I am not.' Now Turin marked that Gwindor's friendship grew cooler towards him; and he wondered also that whereas at first the woe and horror of Angband had begun to be lifted from him, now he seemed to slip back into care and sorrow. And he thought, it may be that he is grieved that I oppose his counsels, and have overcome him; I would it were not so. For he loved Gwindor as his guide and healer, and was filled with pity for him. But in those days the radiance of Finduilas also became dimmed, her footsteps slow and her face grave, and she grew wan and thin; and Turin perceiving this surmised that the words of Gwindor had set fear in her heart of what might come to pass. In truth Finduilas was torn in mind. For she honoured Gwindor and pitied him, and wished not to add one tear to his suffering; but against her will her love for Turin grew day by day, and she thought of Beren and Luthien. But Turin was not like Beren! He did not scorn her, and was glad in her company; yet she knew that he had no love of the kind she wished. His mind and heart were elsewhere, by rivers in springs long past. Then Turin spoke to Finduilas, and said: 'Do not let the words of Gwindor affright you. He has suffered in the darkness of Angband; and it is hard for one so valiant to be thus crippled and backward perforce. He needs all solace, and a longer time for healing.' 'I know it well,' she said. 'But we will win that time for him!' said Turin. 'Nargothrond shall stand! Never again will Morgoth the Craven come forth from Angband, and all his reliance must be on his servants; thus says Melian of Doriath. They are the fingers of his hands; and we will smite them, and cut them off, till he draws back his claws. Nargothrond shall stand!' 'Perhaps,' said she. 'It shall stand, if you can achieve it. But have a care, Thurin; my heart is heavy when you go out to battle, lest Nargothrond be bereaved.' Afterwards Turin sought out Gwindor, and said to him: 'Gwindor, dear friend, you are falling back into sadness; do not so! For your healing will come in the houses of your kin, and in the light of Finduilas.' Then Gwindor stared at Turin, but he said nothing, and his face was clouded. 'Why do you look upon me so?' said Turin. 'Often your eyes have gazed at me strangely of late. How have I grieved you? I have opposed your counsels; but a man must speak as he sees, nor hide the truth that he believes, for any private cause. I would that we were one in mind; for to you I owe a great debt, and I shall not forget it.' 'Will you not?' said Gwindor. 'Nonetheless your deeds and your counsels have changed my home and my kin. Your shadow lies upon them. Why should I be glad, who have lost all to you?' Turin did not understand these words, and did but guess that Gwindor begrudged him his place in the heart and counsels of the King. But Gwindor, when Turin had gone, sat alone in dark thought, and he cursed Morgoth who could thus pursue his enemies with woe, whithersoever they might run. 'And now at last,' he said, 'I believe the rumour of Angband that Morgoth has cursed Hurin and all his kin.' And going to find Finduilas he said to her: 'A sadness and doubt is upon you; and too often now I miss you, and begin to guess that you are avoiding me. Since you tell me not the cause, I must guess. Daughter of the house of Finarfin, let no grief lie between us; for though Morgoth has laid my life in ruin, you still I love. But go whither love leads you; for I am become unfit to wed you; and neither my prowess nor my counsel have any honour more.' Then Finduilas wept. 'Weep not yet!' said Gwindor. 'But beware lest you have cause. Not fitting is it that the Elder Children of Iluvatar should wed the Younger; nor is it wise, for they are brief, and soon pass, to leave us in widowhood while the world lasts. Neither will fate suffer it, unless it be once or twice only, for some high cause of doom that we do not perceive. 'But this man is not Beren, even if he be both as fair and as brave. A doom lies on him; a dark doom. Enter not into it! And if you will, your love shall betray you to bitterness and death. For hearken to me! Though he be indeed agarwaen son of umarth, his right name is Turin son of Hurin, whom Morgoth holds in Angband, and has cursed all his kin. Doubt not the power of Morgoth Bauglir! Is it not written in me?' Then Finduilas rose, and queenly indeed she looked. 'Your eyes are dimmed, Gwindor,' she said. 'You do not see or understand what has here come to pass. Must I now be put to double shame to reveal the truth to you? For I love you, Gwindor, and I am ashamed that I love you not more, but have taken a love even greater, from which I cannot escape. I did not seek it, and long I put it aside. But if I have pity for your hurts, have pity on mine. Turin loves me not, nor will.' 'You say this,' said Gwindor, 'to take the blame from him whom you love. Why does he seek you out, and sit long with you, and come ever more glad away?' 'Because he also needs solace,' said Finduilas, 'and is bereaved of his kin. You both have your needs. But what of Finduilas? Now is it not enough that I must confess myself to you unloved, but that you should say that I speak so to deceive?' 'Nay, a woman is not easily deceived in such a case,' said Gwindor. 'Nor will you find many who will deny that they are loved, if that is true.' 'If any of us three be faithless, it is I: but not in will. But what of your doom and rumours of Angband? What of death and destruction? The Adanedhel is mighty in the tale of the World, and his stature shall reach yet to Morgoth in some far day to come.' 'He is proud,' said Gwindor. 'But also he is merciful,' said Finduilas. 'He is not yet awake, but still pity can ever pierce his heart, and he will never deny it. Pity maybe shall be ever the only entry. But he does not pity me. He holds me in awe, as were I both his mother and a queen.' Maybe Finduilas spoke truly, seeing with the keen eyes of the Eldar. And now Turin, not knowing what had passed between Gwindor and Finduilas, was ever gentler towards her as she seemed more sad. But on a time Finduilas said to him: 'Thurin Adanedhel, why did you hide your name from me? Had I known who you were I should not have honoured you less, but I should better have understood your grief.' 'What do you mean?' he said. 'Whom do you make me?' 'Turin son of Hurin Thalion, captain of the North.' Now when Turin learned from Finduilas of what had passed, he was wrathful, and he said to Gwindor: 'In love I hold you for rescue and safe-keeping. But now you have done ill to me, friend, to betray my right name, and call down my doom upon me, from which I would lie hid.' But Gwindor answered: 'The doom lies in yourself, not in your name.' In that time of respite and hope, when because of the deeds of the Mormegil the power of Morgoth was stemmed west of Sirion, and all the woods had peace, Morwen fled at last from Dor-lomin with Nienor her daughter, and adventured the long journey to Thingol's halls. There new grief awaited her, for she found Turin gone, and to Doriath there had come no tidings since the Dragon-helm had vanished from the lands west of Sirion; but Morwen remained in Doriath with Nienor as guests of Thingol and Melian, and were treated with honour. CHAPTER XI THE FALL OF NARGOTHROND When five years had passed since Turin came to Nargothrond, in the spring of the year, there came two Elves, and they named themselves Gelmir and Arminas, of the people of Finarfin; and they said that they had an errand to the Lord of Nargothrond. Turin now commanded all the forces of Nargothrond, and ruled all matters of war; indeed he was become stern and proud, and would order all things as he wished or thought good. They were brought therefore before Turin; but Gelmir said: 'It is to Orodreth, Finarfin's son, that we would speak.' And when Orodreth came, Gelmir said to him: 'Lord, we were of Angrod's people, and we have wandered far since the Nirnaeth; but of late we have dwelt among Cirdan's following by the Mouths of Sirion. And on a day he called us, and bade us go to you; for Ulmo himself, the Lord of Waters, had appeared to him and warned him of great peril that draws near to Nargothrond.' But Orodreth was wary, and he answered: 'Why then do you come hither out of the North? Or perhaps you had other errands also?' Then Arminas said: 'Yes, lord. Ever since the Nirnaeth I have sought for the hidden kingdom of Turgon, and I have found it not; and in this search I fear now that I have delayed our errand hither over long. For Cirdan sent us along the coast by ship, for secrecy and speed, and we were put ashore in Drengist. But among the sea-folk were some that came south in past years as messengers from Turgon, and it seemed to me from their guarded speech that maybe Turgon dwells still in the North, and not in the South as most believe. But we have found neither sign nor rumour of what we sought.' 'Why do you seek Turgon?' said Orodreth. 'Because it is said that his kingdom shall stand longest against Morgoth,' answered Arminas. And these words seemed to Orodreth ill-omened, and he was displeased. 'Then tarry not in Nargothrond,' said he; 'for here you will hear no news of Turgon. And I need none to teach me that Nargothrond stands in peril.' 'Be not angered, lord,' said Gelmir, 'if we answer your questions with truth. And our wandering from the straight path hither has not been fruitless, for we have passed beyond the reach of your furthest scouts; we have traversed Dor-lomin and all the lands under the eaves of Ered Wethrin, and we have explored the Pass of Sirion spying out the ways of the Enemy. There is a great gathering of Orcs and evil creatures in those regions, and a host is mustering about Sauron's Isle.' 'I know it,' said Turin. 'Your news is stale. If the message of Cirdan was to any purpose, it should have come sooner.' 'At least, lord, you shall hear the message now,' said Gelmir to Orodreth. 'Hear then the words of the Lord of Waters! Thus he spoke to Cirdan: "The Evil of the North has defiled the springs of Sirion, and my power withdraws from the fingers of the flowing waters. But a worse thing is yet to come forth. Say therefore to the Lord of Nargothrond: Shut the doors of the fortress, and go not abroad. Cast the stones of your pride into the loud river, that the creeping evil may not find the gate."' These words seemed dark to Orodreth, and he turned as ever to Turin for counsel. But Turin mistrusted the messengers, and he said in scorn: 'What does Cirdan know of our wars, who dwell nigh to the Enemy? Let the mariner look to his ships! But if in truth the Lord of Waters would send us counsel, let him speak more plainly. Otherwise to one trained in war it will still seem better in our case to muster our strength, and go boldly to meet our foes, ere they come too nigh.' Then Gelmir bowed before Orodreth, and said: 'I have spoken as I was bidden, lord'; and he turned away. But Arminas said to Turin: 'Are you indeed of the House of Hador, as I have heard said?' 'Here I am named Agarwaen, the Black Sword of Nargothrond,' answered Turin. 'You deal much, it seems, in guarded speech, friend Arminas. It is well that Turgon's secret is hid from you, or soon it would be heard in Angband. A man's name is his own, and should the son of Hurin learn that you have betrayed him when he would be hid, then may Morgoth take you and burn out your tongue!' Arminas was dismayed by the black wrath of Turin; but Gelmir said: 'He shall not be betrayed by us, Agarwaen. Are we not in council behind closed doors, where speech may be plainer? And Arminas, I deem, questioned you, since it is known to all that dwell by the Sea that Ulmo has great love for the House of Hador, and some say that Hurin and Huor his brother came once into the Hidden Realm.' 'If that were so, then he would speak of it to none, neither the great nor the less, and least of all to his son in childhood,' answered Turin. 'Therefore I do not believe that Arminas asked this of me in order to learn aught of Turgon. I mistrust such messengers of mischief.' 'Save your mistrust!' said Arminas in anger. 'Gelmir mistakes me. I asked because I doubted what here seems believed; for little indeed do you resemble the kin of Hador, whatever your name.' 'And what do you know of them?' said Turin. 'Hurin I have seen,' answered Arminas, 'and his fathers before him. And in the wastes of Dor-lomin I met with Tuor, son of Huor, Hurin's brother; and he is like his fathers, as you are not.' 'That may be,' said Turin, 'though of Tuor I have heard no word ere now. But if my head be dark and not golden, of that I am not ashamed. For I am not the first of sons in the likeness of his mother; and I come through Morwen Eledhwen of the House of Beor and the kindred of Beren Camlost.' 'I spoke not of the difference between the black and the gold,' said Arminas. 'But others of the House of Hador bear themselves otherwise, and Tuor among them. For they use courtesy, and they listen to good counsel, holding the Lords of the West in awe. But you, it seems, will take counsel with your own wisdom, or with your sword only; and you speak haughtily. And I say to you, Agarwaen Mormegil, that if you do so, other shall be your doom than one of the Houses of Hador and Beor might look for.' 'Other it has ever been,' answered Turin. 'And if, as it seems, I must bear the hate of Morgoth because of the valour of my father, shall I also endure the taunts and ill-boding of a runagate from war, though he claim the kinship of kings? Get you back to the safe shores of the Sea!' Then Gelmir and Arminas departed, and went back to the South; but despite Turin's taunts they would gladly have awaited battle beside their kin, and they went only because Cirdan had bidden them under the command of Ulmo to bring back word to him of Nargothrond and of the speeding of their errand there. And Orodreth was much troubled by the words of the messengers; but all the more fell became the mood of Turin, and he would by no means listen to their counsels, and least of all would he suffer the great bridge to be cast down. For so much at least of the words of Ulmo were read aright. Soon after the departure of the messengers Handir Lord of Brethil was slain; for the Orcs invaded his land, seeking to secure the Crossings of Teiglin for their further advance. Handir gave them battle, but the Men of Brethil were worsted and driven back into their woods. The Orcs did not pursue them, for they had achieved their purpose for that time; and they continued to muster their strength in the Pass of Sirion. In the autumn of the year, biding his hour, Morgoth loosed upon the people of Narog the great host that he had long prepared; and Glaurung the Father of Dragons passed over Anfauglith, and came thence into the north vales of Sirion and there did great evil. Under the shadows of Ered Wethrin, leading a great army of Orcs in his train, he defiled the Eithel Ivrin, and thence he passed into the realm of Nargothrond, burning the Talath Dirnen, the Guarded Plain, between Narog and Teiglin. Then the warriors of Nargothrond went forth, and tall and terrible on that day looked Turin, and the heart of the host was uplifted as he rode on the right hand of Orodreth. But greater far was the host of Morgoth than any scouts had told, and none but Turin defended by his dwarf-mask could withstand the approach of Glaurung. The Elves were driven back and defeated on the field of Tumhalad; and there all the pride and host of Nargothrond withered away. Orodreth the King was slain in the forefront of the battle, and Gwindor son of Guilin was wounded to the death. But Turin came to his aid, and all fled before him; and he bore Gwindor out of the rout, and escaping to a wood there laid him on the grass. Then Gwindor said to Turin: 'Let bearing pay for bearing! But ill-fated was mine, and vain is yours; for my body is marred beyond healing, and I must leave Middle-earth. And though I love you, son of Hurin, yet I rue the day that I took you from the Orcs. But for your prowess and your pride, still I should have love and life, and Nargothrond should yet stand a while. Now if you love me, leave me! Haste you to Nargothrond, and save Finduilas. And this last I say to you: she alone stands between you and your doom. If you fail her, it shall not fail to find you. Farewell!' Then Turin sped back to Nargothrond, mustering such of the rout as he met with on the way; and the leaves fell from the trees in a great wind as they went, for the autumn was passing to a dire winter. But Glaurung and his host of Orcs were there before him, because of his rescue of Gwindor, and they came suddenly, ere those that were left on guard were aware of what had befallen on the field of Tumhalad. In that day the bridge that Turin had caused to be built over Narog proved an evil; for it was great and mightily made and could not swiftly be destroyed, and thus the enemy came readily over the deep river, and Glaurung came in full fire against the Doors of Felagund, and overthrew them, and passed within. And even as Turin came up the ghastly sack of Nargothrond was well-nigh achieved. The Orcs had slain or driven off all that remained in arms, and they were even then ransacking the great halls and chambers, plundering and destroying; but those of the women and maidens that were not burned or slain they had herded on the terrace before the doors, as slaves to be taken to Angband. Upon this ruin and woe Turin came, and none could withstand him; or would not, though he struck down all before him, and passed over the bridge, and hewed his way towards the captives. And now he stood alone, for the few that had followed him had fled into hiding. But in that moment Glaurung the fell issued from the gaping Doors of Felagund, and lay behind, between Turin and the bridge. Then suddenly he spoke by the evil spirit that was in him, saying: 'Hail, son of Hurin. Well met!' Then Turin sprang about, and strode against him, and fire was in his eyes, and the edges of Gurthang shone as with flame. But Glaurung withheld his blast, and opened wide his serpent-eyes and gazed upon Turin. Without fear Turin looked in those eyes as he raised up his sword; and straightway he fell under the dreadful spell of the dragon, and was as one turned to stone. Thus long they stood unmoving, silent before the great Doors of Felagund. Then Glaurung spoke again, taunting Turin. 'Evil have been all your ways, son of Hurin,' said he. 'Thankless fosterling, outlaw, slayer of your friend, thief of love, usurper of Nargothrond, captain foolhardy, and deserter of your kin. As thralls your mother and your sister live in Dor-lomin, in misery and want. You are arrayed as a prince, but they go in rags. For you they yearn, but you care not for that. Glad may your father be to learn that he has such a son: as learn he shall.' And Turin being under the spell of Glaurung hearkened to his words, and he saw himself as in a mirror misshapen by malice, and he loathed what he saw. And while he was yet held by the eyes of Glaurung in torment of mind, and could not stir, at a sign from the Dragon the Orcs drove away the herded captives, and they passed nigh to Turin and went over the bridge. And among them was Finduilas, and she held out her arms to Turin, and called him by name. But not until her cries and the wailing of the captives was lost upon the northward road did Glaurung release Turin, and he might not stop his ears against that voice that haunted him after. Then suddenly Glaurung withdrew his glance, and waited; and Turin stirred slowly as one waking from a hideous dream. Then coming to himself with a loud cry he sprang upon the Dragon. But Glaurung laughed, saying: 'If you wish to be slain, I will slay you gladly. But small help will that be to Morwen and Nienor. No heed did you give to the cries of the Elf-woman. Will you deny also the bond of your blood?' But Turin drawing back his sword stabbed at his eyes; and Glaurung coiling back swiftly towered above him, and said: 'Nay! At least you are valiant. Beyond all whom I have met. And they lie who say that we of our part do not honour the valour of foes. See now! I offer you freedom. Go to your kin, if you can. Get you gone! And if Elf or Man be left to make tale of these days, then surely in scorn they will name you, if you spurn this gift.' Then Turin, being yet bemused by the eyes of the dragon, as if he were treating with a foe that could know pity, believed the words of Glaurung, and turning away he sped over the bridge. But as he went, Glaurung spoke behind him, saying in a fell voice: 'Haste you now, son of Hurin, to Dor-lomin! Or perhaps the Orcs shall come before you, once again. And if you tarry for Finduilas, then never shall you see Morwen or Nienor again; and they will curse you.' But Turin passed away on the northward road, and Glaurung laughed once more, for he had accomplished the errand of his Master. Then he turned to his own pleasure, and sent forth his blast, and burned all about him. But all the Orcs that were busy in the sack he routed forth, and drove them away, and denied them their plunder even to the last thing of worth. The bridge then he broke down and cast into the foam of Narog; and being thus secure he gathered all the hoard and riches of Felagund and heaped them, and lay upon them in the innermost hall, and rested a while. And Turin hastened along the ways to the North, through the lands now desolate between Narog and Teiglin, and the Fell Winter came down to meet him; for that year snow fell ere autumn was passed, and spring came late and cold. Ever it seemed to him as he went that he heard the cries of Finduilas, calling his name by wood and hill, and great was his anguish; but his heart being hot with the lies of Glaurung, and seeing ever in his mind the Orcs burning the house of Hurin or putting Morwen and Nienor to torment, he held on his way, turning never aside. CHAPTER XII THE RETURN OF TuRIN TO DOR-LoMIN At last worn by haste and the long road (for forty leagues and more had he journeyed without rest) he came with the first ice of winter to the pools of Ivrin, where before he had been healed. But they were now only a frozen mire, and he could drink there no more. Thence he came to the passes into Dor-lomin, and snow came bitterly from the North, and the ways were perilous and cold. Though three and twenty years were gone since he had trodden that path, it was graven in his heart, so great was the sorrow of each step at the parting from Morwen. Thus at last he came back to the land of his childhood. It was bleak and bare; and the people there were few and churlish, and they spoke the harsh tongue of the Easterlings, and the old tongue was become the language of serfs, or of foes. Therefore Turin walked warily, hooded and silent, and he came at last to the house that he sought. It stood empty and dark, and no living thing dwelt near it; for Morwen was gone, and Brodda the Incomer (he that took by force Aerin, Hurin's kinswoman, to wife) had plundered her house, and taken all that was left to her of goods or of servants. Brodda's house stood nearest to the old house of Hurin, and thither Turin came, spent with wandering and grief, begging for shelter; and it was granted to him, for some of the kindlier manners of old were still kept there by Aerin. He was given a seat by the fire by the servants, and a few vagabonds as grim and wayworn as he; and he asked news of the land. At that the company fell silent, and some drew away, looking askance at the stranger. But one old vagabond man, with a crutch, said: 'If you must speak the old tongue, master, speak it softer, and ask for no tidings. Would you be beaten for a rogue, or hung for a spy? For both you may well be by the looks of you. Which is but to say,' he said, coming near and speaking low in Turin's ear, 'one of the kindly folk of old that came with Hador in the days of gold, before heads wore wolf-hair. Some here are of like sort, though now made beggars and slaves, and but for the Lady Aerin would get neither this fire nor this broth. Whence are you, and what news would you have?' 'There was a lady called Morwen,' answered Turin, 'and long ago I lived in her house. Thither after far wandering I came to seek welcome, but neither fire nor folk are there now.' 'Nor have been this long year and more,' answered the old man. 'But scant were both fire and folk in that house since the deadly war; for she was of the old people  -  as doubtless you know, the widow of our lord, Hurin Galdor's son. They dared not touch her, though, for they feared her; proud and fair as a queen, before sorrow marred her. Witchwife they called her, and shunned her. Witchwife: it is but "elf-friend" in the new language. Yet they robbed her. Often would she and her daughter have gone hungry, but for the Lady Aerin. She aided them in secret, it is said, and was often beaten for it by the churl Brodda, her husband by need.' 'And this long year and more?' said Turin. 'Are they dead, or made thralls? Or have the Orcs assailed her?' 'It is not known for sure,' said the old man. 'But she is gone with her daughter; and this Brodda has plundered her and stripped what remained. Not a dog is left, and her few folk made his slaves; save some that have gone begging, as have I. I served her many a year, and the great master before, Sador Onefoot: a cursed axe in the woods long ago, or I would be lying in the Great Mound now. Well I remember the day when Hurin's boy was sent away, and how he wept; and she, when he was gone. To the Hidden Kingdom he went, it was said.' With that the old man stayed his tongue, and eyed Turin doubtfully. 'I am old and I babble, master,' he said. 'Mind me not! But though it be pleasant to speak the old tongue with one that speaks it fair as in time past, the days are ill, and one must be wary. Not all that speak the fair tongue are fair at heart.' 'Truly,' said Turin. 'My heart is grim. But if you fear that I am a spy of the North or the East, then you have learned little more wisdom than you had long ago, Sador Labadal.' The old man eyed him agape; then trembling he spoke. 'Come outside! It is colder, but safer. You speak too loud, and I too much, for an Easterling's hall.' When they were come into the court he clutched at Turin's cloak. 'Long ago you dwelt in that house, you say. Lord Turin, why have you come back? My eyes are opened, and my ears at last: you have the voice of your father. But young Turin alone ever gave me that name, Labadal. He meant no ill: we were merry friends in those days. What does he seek here now? Few are we left; and we are old and weaponless. Happier are those in the Great Mound.' 'I did not come with thought of battle,' said Turin, 'though your words have waked the thought in me now, Labadal. But it must wait. I came seeking the Lady Morwen and Nienor. What can you tell me, and swiftly?' 'Little, lord,' said Sador. 'They went away secretly. It was whispered among us that they were summoned by the Lord Turin; for we did not doubt that he had grown great in the years, a king or a lord in some south country. But it seems this is not so.' 'It is not,' answered Turin. 'A lord I was in a south country, though now I am a vagabond. But I did not summon them.' 'Then I know not what to tell you,' said Sador. 'But the Lady Aerin will know, I doubt not. She knew all the counsel of your mother.' 'How can I come to her?' 'That I know not. It would cost her much pain were she caught whispering at a door with a wandering wretch of the downtrod people, even could any message call her forth. And such a beggarman as you are will not walk far up the hall towards the high board before the Easterlings seize him and beat him, or worse.' Then in anger Turin cried: 'May I not walk up Brodda's hall, and will they beat me? Come, and see!'

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[sanchoyo]

danny phantom, season 3 episodes 3-6 thoughts!

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-johnny was actually pretty civil with danny and left when he asked! thats nice. also, SKULKER?? HAD A FRAMED PICTURE OF EMBER?? oooo fuck wait had they established they were a Thing Before?? I dont think so. thats weird. its like that country boy/goth girl meme lmfao. I think i am going to choose to ignore this new info and pretend I didnt hear it. 100% unrelated to the jazz/ember fanart I already drew and posted....😳

-LADIES NIGHT EPISODE THIS IS WHAT ITS ALL ABOUT. wish it didnt really center around the guys or them being pissed at them, but. willing to bet this was written by men lol

-THEY ERASED ALL THE MEN??? meanwhile, jack and danny are fishing at. silent hill or something. im glad jack is trying to read a parenting book and making an Attempt. (theyre at lake erie, but, they made it actually eerie...thats fun)

-the girls alt outfits...cute. EMBER MADE A NEW SONG TOO!!! kinda. jazz being one of the backup singers and being AWFUL. NOOOO

-'how are we going to get kitty to blow a kiss?' 'she'll have to think there are still some males in town!' ...i dont know how to break it to you, but I dont know that a 100% het girl would wish for all men to Begone. I think. I mean im not a het or a girl so I dont really know for sure. she Is probably Bi tho. esp having the other ladies in town chanting NO MEN!!! excitedly............(then again, the kiss is to get Rid of men, so, she probably would have blown it at the ladies only if they were actively trying to attack/stop them, so...I MEAN. THE DRESSING LIKE DANNY BIT WAS SO EXTRA)

-I feel like an all female cast ep couldve been way way way way cooler than that was. like. why was it still somehow all about Men. ...anyway. (where was valerie...)

-next ep opens with the observants, and, way way more of them than I expected...existed? I mean I guess them being a council/jury of some kind is what I expected from their first appearance (bc at that time they were basically TELLING clockwork to kill danny, not asking,, so I figured they had SOME kind of authority) but. there were so many. anyway, here goes vlad! letting his own hubris go brrrr. releasing a weather ghost for political gain! #justvladthings

-okay say what you will about him (he IS an asshole) but having an umbrella with his own face on it and more prepared to share is SUPER FUNNY. and him being fanned by huge wads of money by his bodyguards. SO ineffective but so Dramatic. He UNDERSTANDS that if youre rich you need to be. you know. obnoxious and kinda eccentric about it! fuckign hate when rich people are boring about it. I would trust vlad with nothing except to not be a boring rich asshole who wears...fucking khaki or some shit. man knows his Presentation Skills. and that 'V' chair in his mayoral office. is that fucking embroidered?

-maddie get your MAN PLEEEEASSSE. IM SO EMBARRASSED FOR HER. the way jack stays simping for this man. in FRONT OF HIS WIFE!!!! ...my god its like a love triangle. jack clearly loves vlad, who loves maddie, who loves jack. jack fenton is at the very least bi, right................. this is an OBSESSION . 'THE V MAN COMETH'???? i...my god. (also, on a serious note, to have a friend THIS SUPPORTIVE...and still be SUCH A DICK TO HIM (TRYING TO KILL HIM AND STEAL HIS WIFE??) NOT COOL VLAD. JACK IS YOUR 1 AND /ONLY/ HYPE MAN. if someone loved and supported me THIS HARD...LIKE. CMON DUDE.

-STOMP the fucking GAS, JACK

-this would make a great shirt design, looks like a metal band design! we love The Maelstrom

-oh, so vlad did in fact get a mansion in amity park. and its purple! good color choice! not as flashy as a CASTLE or MURDER CABIN, but still pretty eccentric, which I appreciate.

-...vlad knows the difference between picasso and da vinci? in the ep last post where we were watching him fail at conquering every historical time ever he didnt seem to know history well enough to like. be effective...was vlad taking art history at college?? (was he an art MAJOR??? we never DID KNOW WHAT HE WENT TO SCHOOL FOR. I kinda assumed business because in the masters of time ep he was still rich without ghost powers so he had to have..known something about business or something, right...but also, art and or theater FITS HIS PERSONALITY. possibly also something science-y, I guess, but I always felt like he got roped into that, esp how pessimistic he was about the ghost portal in the flashbacks to college, like, i felt like he was just there for maddie and was uninterested/un-invested at the time...)

-THIS GHOST JUST ELECTROCUTED MADDIE (THE CAT) BITCH!! THATS MY FAVORITE MADDIE!!! vlad going after vortex and being ~shocked~ .....WHEN. WHEN WILL YOU LEARN. THAT YOUR ACTIONS. HAVE CONSEQUENCES!!!

-the way this random man with a camera sees the mayor laying in an alley covered in TRASH AND DECIDES TO TAKE A PICTURE HAHAH

*snap* this ones going in my cringe compilation!

-vlad 'if we're going to defeat vortex, we're going to have to do it together!' *immediately dips after dropping danny off in front of vortex* JKASDFHKJHJKN

-DANNY CAN DUPLICATE!!! ...he couldnt even attack with it, but he DID IT!!! INTO (4) OF HIMSELF!!! SO PROUD!!!!!!!!!!

-'THE ROLLER COASTER EMOTIONS OF A TEENAGER THREATEN MY PLANS!' ...0 self awareness of his own dramatic moodiness. incredible, how dumb this man is. its very close to circling around to endearing, if he was less of an asshole. at least its very very funny to see danny shooting him with tiny lightning bolts anytime he's even slightly irritated! vlad you should be nice to danny anyway. this is what you GET

-...making sandwiches and ice cream and playing video games with your nephew is a totally normal thing. WHY is vlad acting like this is the end of the world. if you were a GOOD UNCLE YOU WOULD ALREADY BE DOING THESE THINGS!!! bitch I make my nephew food all the time and dont forget what he does and doesnt like. if u didnt know danny didnt want tomatoes, thats on u. if u, a grown adult, are gonna piss of the 14 yr old by not letting him win, u deserve to have to pay for the arcade machines he ruins because he now has uncontrollable storm powers because YOU THREW HIM INTO A FIGHT WITH THE STORM GHOST. fuck u vlad. paypal me $400,000 while ur at it tho. (also, gamer vlad confirmed)

-VLAD CAN COOK THOUGH???! I assumed he had...people working for him that did that. I mean. billionaires usually dont do that. then again, we've only seen those vultures working for him (and I guess the dairy king was AT his old mansion, but it was never really clarified if he worked there...I think he probably just Hung Out and they Enjoyed Cheeses Together. thats what I think, I dont think a KING would be working for anyone and also the dairy king was nice <3) but then again he would be a private person and we cant have anyone accidentally finding Ghostly Things, so...still, that's hilarious. pour one out for that really cute banana split that got ruined 2 seconds later

-vlad just fucking picking danny up and THROWING HIM AT VORTEX TWICE WITHIN LIKE A MINUTE. JUST ABSOLUTELY LAUNCHING HIM. BITCH THATS MY SON BE CAREFUL!!! HES GOT ORGANS AND THINGS!!!!

-danny seeing those animal commercials and feeling sad is the biggest 2000s throwback so far. i legitimately had to change the channel or walk out of the room when those came on bc id CRY AND BE SAD ABOUT THEM FOR DAYS AFTER. fuck those commercials and fuck that IN THE ARMMMS OF AN ANGELLLL song 😭

-'vlads ego almost got the town destroyed!' yes danny thats the entire episode. the entire series anytime vlad shows up honestly. this episode was just him being really embarrassing the entire time, and, me laughing about it. 10/10 would laugh at him again

-NEXT EP WE HAVE A SHAPESHIFTING GHOST?? I've said it before but shapeshifting is the power I would want when asked those 'what superpower do you want' questions...its the Best power! this guy looks like a homestuck character. ive never read homestuck but thats the vibe

-I love every time we see tuckers family, they are by far the most functional family. and dash has a lil chihuahua!!! named pookie!!! i am crying (I've had 3 chihuahuas, so I am very biased, but...) AND HE WATCHES THE ROMANCE CHANNEL WITH POOKIE. POOKIE I WILL DIE FOR YOU YOU SWEET LITTLE BABY.

-danny can lift a bus! I shouldn't be surprised, but i am proud of my son. hes got lil kid fans. i am going to cry about this

-JAZZ KEEPS A SCRAPBOOK WITH DANNY'S LIL HEROICS AND NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS!!! we've actually seen it on her floor before, but I didnt realize it was a scrapbook!! thats sooo cute.

-...and danny has to stand there listening to his parents saying danny phantom sucks and is a 'filthy ghost' and calling him egotistical...i am once again stealing their kids!

-THIS GHOST RIPPING JAZZ'S SCRAPBOOK!!! ILL KILL YOU. SHE WORKED HARD ON THAT!!! BITCH

-yes, maddie, the one with red eyes is For Sure Actually Your Son. ignore the, red eyes... (CLEARLY she hasnt watched the other 2 eps where danny has been evil, she doesnt know red eyes= evil!!!)

-'billy fenton'.......................

-danny being stuck as phantom in his own house, no way out is a fucking NIGHTMARE. his parents pointing giant weapons against him and SHOOTING AT HIM. THIS IS A HORROR MOVIE.

-NINE INCH NAILS POSTER.

-this is the most screenshot of all time

-amorpho turning into mr. lancer because hes 'someone no one will want to be around' BUT HES WRONG, I WOULD BEFRIEND AND HANG OUT WITH MR LANCER SO FAST.

-tucker dressing as danny, now I have the full Tucker set of him being sam and also being danny. also saying 'the ghost...uh...RIPPED MY FACE OFF.' and then running. SMOOTH. NOT AT ALL CONCERNING TO ANY PARENTS.

-sam accepts the toast from jack. and then 2 seconds later is like 'why am i eating this.' THIS SHOWS HUMOR IS SO UNEXPECTED SOMETIMES ITS REALLY GOOD. and then the scene after, mr lancer running into his ghost doppelganger and being like 'YOURE GORGOUS' THEN FAINTING. I AM CRYING. AND DASH FAINTING TOO.

-sam disguising herself as danny again to help tucker run from the fentons. but leaving him shirtless in the streets. incredible. 'plEASE DOnt NOTice MY FACELessNESS I MUST LIVE IN EXILE' this episode is destroying me the humor in this show is exactly my brand of corny and cheesy

-the impromtu story made up by danny and amorpho to explain stuff to the fentons. my god they are both such bad liars. but amorpho is a good egg. wish danny wouldnt have said he didnt wanna see him in town again!! I want him to be reoccurring. not that thats gonna matter since I'm almost done with the series, but the idea of this being the Only Time We See him is :(

-NEXT EP SAYS STARRING MARK HAMILL??????!!! hello ! mr . joker....mr. star wars.... I feel like I should be. idk. taking off a hat im not wearing in respect. I shouldnt be surprised tho bc hes in a lot of cartoons as a very good voice actor, and dp has already had a lot of talented ones so I've been looking out for ones I might know, but....mr. hamill....

-sam has her own greenhouse, names all the plants, and says thank you to them (in the languages from where the plants are from) whenever she harvests from them. thats SO cute. and her lil gothy lunch box...

-and danny's lil red fuzzy lined jacket!!! ive said it before but every time the characters get alt outfits im like :D

-danny has ice powers now!!! THATS WHAT FROSTBITE MEANT. HE KNEW SOMEHOW WAY BACK THEN

-THIS SHOW NEVER LETS YOU FORGET VLAD IS A BILLIONAIRE, HUH.

-danny's lil 'holy hibiscus!' first off the 50s batman swearing is hilarious. 2nd. my username is from the flower sanchoyo hibiscus, so, shoutout to ME this ep. hi :)

-EURGH UNDERGROWTH MAKING EVERYONE PLANT ZOMBIES. HIVEMIND PLOTS SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF ME. and this dude made the city SO overtaken so quickly like how long was danny asleep?? oh god

-evil fucked up sam! now the whole trio has gone evil at some point! the voice actress did a really, really good job with making her sound like a zombie...

-frostbite's paws are so so so big compared to danny. oh my god. i want to hug the snow dog...

-the far frozen has an advanced medical stuff!!! very cool. very smart snow dogs

-im so glad danny has a friendly ghost snow dad to explain this new power and teach him!!! this is so sweet. DANNY'S GHOST SENSE WAS A PART OF HIS ICE POWER?? OOOH. COOL. we love a training montage!!!

-danny saying if he cant defeat overgrowth, that he'd want to stay with frostbite...oh my god...do you think this is the first real supportive adult figure in his life (I am NOT counting his parents because they threaten him on the daily even if they dont realize it.) I mean mr lancer is a Teacher, but he was also nice but this is different, but this is a GHOST WHO IS WILLING TO HELP HIM with his powers and also will help him when hes injured and is so so nice and comparatively so much more mature than 90% of the adults in this show!!!! god. dad frostbite is my everything.

-the framing and lighting this episode, and all the angles...they went all OUT and it looks really really good. this is my nightmare scenario, tho. like, FUCK zombies and dead city zones and hivemind shit. and using the humans as 'nutrients for the children' i am going to THROW UP.

-MALEFICENT VIBES WITH THE HORNS AND GREEN EYES! this costume kicks so much ass. sam is now mark hamills daughter, I guess.

-danny's ice powers making his eyes blue!!! thats neat. and him going for the roots underground was SO SMART. i will not stand for danny ever thinking hes stupid, hes SO smart.

almost done with the show... :"( thats a sad thought!!!

#sanchoyorambles #dp thoughts #danny phantom