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dragonsdomain · 26 days

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Bleeding Out in the Backyard

"Mansions are rich and have a lot of security. One day their lead officer shows them a concerning video of Danny Fenton in the back ally behind their home."

A phic phight prompt by DizzlyPuzzled

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Pamela Manson sipped her tea before blinking at the camera again. It had been a while since she'd paid attention to these security cameras, but she's starting to think that may have been a mistake.

"Honey?" she called into the hall. "Jeremy? Can you come over here?"

"Sure, sweetie!" Jeremy swept into the room, then drew to an abrupt stop at the view on the screen. "Is that Sam's scraggly boyfriend bleeding out in the backyard?"

Pamela opened her mouth to argue that he wasn't her boyfriend if she had anything to say about it before slapping her forehead. "Oh dear, I should call an ambulance! I wouldn't want to get sued by his crazy parents."

"Why is he bleeding out in our backyard?" Jeremy muttered.

"Here, call the cops, dear," Pam said, handing her phone to Jeremy before poking her head out to the hall again and shrieking "Sam! Get down here!"

Pam's phone dinged in Jeremy's hand. He glanced down at it. "Sam says 'what?'"

"Ugh!" Pamela grabbed the phone back from him and called Sam. "Get down here, you ungrateful girl! Your wretched friend is bleeding out in the backyard!"

There was a beat of silence. Jeremy was thankfully pulling out his own phone to call 911 with. "Mom..." Sam answered, "Are you trying to April Fool's prank me? 'Cause this is a really bad way to do it. Or-- wait, Tucker? Are you pretending to be my mom?"

"I am your mother!" Pam screeched. "Get down here before I have to come up and get you!"

Jeremy was speaking with an operator on the other side of the phone, describing the situation. Good.

Sam strode into the room presently with eyeliner half-removed. She takes in the screen, and Pam watches some indeterminate firecracker of emotions smack up onto Sam's face and then right back off. "...I forgot we have security cameras."

"Ugh," Pam rolls her eyes, mentally brushing off the fact that she had also forgotten.

"Okay, so... he's probably doing a prank."

Pam's eyelid twitches. "You can't be serious, Sam. Your father has already called an ambulance."

Sam cursed under her breath. "Uh, lemme go check on him, see what's going on. I'll call you from the yard and tell you what's up."

"Make it quick," Pamela said, gritting her teeth.

Sam dashed off again. Pamela propped herself up on the desk next to the cameras. She noticed she was shaking and tried taking some deep breaths to soothe her nerves. That boy was going to regret this if it really was just a prank.

Pam nearly shrieked when her phone rang, before she managed to fumble it up to her ear and answer.

"Hey! Haha, so! Yeah, it was just a prank!" Sam said, and Pam wondered if she was imagining that strained note in her daughter's voice. "It was just fake blood. Y'know. Uh, he didn't know about the cameras. And he was going to call me down to come see. So, ha, sorry about the ambulance, but you can send them away when they get here. 'Cause he's. He's fine."

Pamela's head drooped down on the desk. "Sam. Samantha."

Sam laughed nervously. "W-what?"

"You're grounded."

"Hey!"

Pam hung up. She gave a long, drawn-out sigh.

"What? So is he fine?" Jeremy asked.

"Yes," Pamela said exhaustedly.

Jeremy frowned at the screen. "He's still sticking to the bit."

Pamela glanced up and watched Sam dragging her friend across the grass, leaving behind an ugly trail of awfully convincing fake blood. She hoped it was water soluble.

"That girl is going to stop hanging out with those awful boys if it's the last thing I make her do."

#phic phight #phic phight 2024 #my fanfics #Danny Phantom #Sam Manson #Pamela Manson #Jeremy Manson #tw blood

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tomboy014 · 2 years

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It seems like a lot of the DP/DC crossovers I’ve seen have Danny either secretly related to Bruce or Damian or Dick, and if he’s not directly related to one of them, Bats is at the ready with adoption papers. But if it’s a fic where anyone is related, it’s one of the bats related to Danny, but I think there’s a better candidate. May I present for the Phandom’s consideration:

Sam Manson.

Hear me out!

Bruce and Sam have a lot in common. They both

Have black hair

Have eyes in the same color family (Bruce and Sam’s parents are blue, Sam’s are purple)

Are both goth

Come from inherited, generational wealth

Are Jewish

Are intelligent and athletic

Will aggressively fight for causes and the change they want to see

And of course, they both fight superpowered entities that should be beyond their capabilities to handle as normal humans.

The timing also works out for Martha and Ida to be sisters. Out of ease, the kids use the titles of Aunt and Uncle for Bruce, Pamela and Jeremy even though they’re actually cousins. They don’t really see each other that often, mostly for holidays and big events like graduations or Sam’s bat mitzvah. Every so often, they all get together for more formal galas and charity events.

Plus, it makes it so much funnier if these are the “cousins” Sam refuses to babysit. Can you blame her? Would you want to be in charge of keeping Tim and Damian from killing each other? Plus, the interactions between them and the way they relate would be great!

Bruce (43), Dick (26), Jason (21), Cass (19), Steph and Tim (18), Duke (15-16?), Damian (10), Sam (14)

Dick: Is the perky ball of sunshine Pamela wishes Sam could be, and she get compared to him a lot. Sam can’t stand him. Dick has never seen Sam when her mother isn’t around, so his impression of her is she’s moody and surly. Doesn’t like being in the middle of their fights or getting his cheeks pinched by Pam every time he comes over.

Jason: Pamela can’t stand him. Due to whatever cover story they made up to cover up Jason’s death and return, Pamela is now convinced that he’s some delinquent who’ll wind up a criminal (she’s not entirely wrong?). Such a shame since he was so sweet as a kid. His death is what started Sam’s interest in the occult. Sam’s favorite cousin. She loves that he’s actually a giant dork and bookworm behind the cool, tough-guy façade. He keeps Sam well supplied in combat boots. If they both disappear at a function in Amity Park, they’re probably hanging out at the Skulk n Lurk.

Tim: Another problem child according to Pam. He’s the one who introduced Sam to videogames and Doomed. Tim changed the Manson’s home theater set-up so they can play videogames on the big screen whenever the Wayne’s come over. Will go out of his way to piss Pamela off.

Steph and Cass: Steph doesn’t always come over when the rest of the Wayne’s do, but when she does, she sticks to Cass. Big sister vibes from them both, scarily insightful, and good listeners. They’re cool.

Damian: They have the most shared interests, so you’d think they’d get along, but neither can stand the others’ attitude. It’s a case of like repelling like. Sam helped him figure out what kind of vegetarian he wanted to be and gave him a bunch of her favorite recipes. If the two of them disappear while at Wayne Manor, you can usually find them hanging out with Batcow.

Duke: The newest addition to the family, Sam is aware of him, but they haven’t met yet.

Part 2

#dp x dc #danny phantom #batman #sam manson #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #damian wayne #extended batfam #batfam #pam manson #jeremy manson #extended family au

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horrendoushag · 9 months

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I'm watching Reality Trip and Jack just called Sam Jeremy Manson's "spooky-ooky bat-daughter." An apt description which may stick to my brain for the rest of my life

#he also said she had to be behind danny being phantom #which.............isn't wrong #danny phantom #jack fenton #sam manson #jeremy manson

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fangirlwriting-stories · 6 months

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Late Night Waiting

Summary: After everyone has been waiting for a couple of nerve-wracking hours, Sam and Tucker finally show up at the police station.

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Danny wishes he could feel better about having a night off from grounding. But at this point he’s been stuck in the police station for hours and Jazz hasn’t even managed to distract anyone for long enough that he can slip out and figure out what’s going on as Phantom, which would be much more efficient and more likely to solve the actual problem.

Instead, he’s answered the police’s questions about where he saw Sam and Tucker last (at school, like almost every other day since he’s gotten back), and spent the past three hours pacing back and forth in the room they’ve been given to wait in. Sam’s parents are talking quietly together in one corner, Tucker’s parents are sitting silently in the other, and his family is sitting in the middle, talking about which ghost most likely did this and how best to go after them.

The one time Danny had gone to the bathroom to try and slip away, his dad had insisted on coming with him and waiting outside the door. Something about waiting to make sure he’s safe while they don’t know what’s going on.

Give this much longer and Danny’s secret identity might slip down the ranks in priorities.

His brain can’t stop coming up with ways he could have prevented this. Sam and Tucker’s parents called at dinnertime, he should have done some kind of patrol before then. He should have insisted on spending the night with Sam and Tucker, grounding be damned. He should have run out to look for Sam and Tucker the second they called, who cared how worried his parents would be when they saw he was missing again too?

It doesn’t matter, because Sam and Tucker could be hurt. A ghost could have captured them, and he could be contacted any second with some kind of ransom, or threat, or worse. Fuck, worse. If Sam and Tucker don’t make it back he’ll never forgive himself—

“Danny,” Jazz says, cutting into his thoughts. “Come sit down.”

“No thanks I’m good,” Danny says in one breath, spinning around to walk to the other way.

“Danny.” Jazz reaches out and grabs his hand, then pulls him down onto the chair next to her. “Stop catastrophizing. It’s not your fault.”

“But— I could have—”

“Jazz is right, honey,” Mom says, reaching around Jazz to squeeze his hand with a smile. “There isn’t anything you could have done.”

“As much as I loathe to admit it,” Sam’s mother says with an irritated sigh, before her face surprisingly softens. “Your mother’s right. You don’t need to beat yourself up over this, Danny. You couldn’t have helped by doing anything differently.”

She wouldn’t be saying that if she knew, hisses the voice in Danny’s head.

Jazz catches his gaze and gives him a knowing look.

Danny shakes the voice away.

He leans heavily against Jazz’s side and pushes his hands over his face, and Jazz wraps her arms around him. “It’s gonna be okay,” she murmurs. She lowers her voice further. “Worst case scenario, you slip away when all the adults fall asleep and I cover for you.”

Danny nods weakly, then sits back and tries to breathe.

Thankfully, it doesn’t come to that. Because after about four hours of sitting there, when his dad has just fallen asleep across several chairs and Danny is debating trying the bathroom again, the door opens and a police officer pokes appears in the entrance.

“They’re here,” he says, and Danny is rushing for the door before he can get any other words out.

Sam and Tucker are both talking to an officer across the main room of the precinct, and both of them have barely turned and spotted him when Danny reaches them and throws his arms around their shoulders.

“Oh my god holy fuck are you okay,” he says, squeezing them tightly before pulling back and looking them over for injuries. He doesn’t see anything life threatening or anything that looks too badly injured thank god, but he pats them down anyway, gently but firmly, checking for any strange lumps or obvious breaks.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there, I— are you okay are you hurt where does it hurt I don’t know why I’m asking that I can’t actually do anything I’m not a doctor, I— are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay,” he says, looking desperately back up at their faces. He finds them both staring at him, at an obvious loss of what to say.

“Young man,” a police officer says before any of them can say anything else. He reaches out and pulls Danny back, away from Sam and Tucker. “Please step back. I understand this is difficult for everyone but we all need to remain calm.”

“Samantha!” comes her mother’s voice, and all of them turn just in time to see her mother rush past the officer to Sam and start doing the exact same injury pat-down that Danny did.

Sam groans in obvious irritation and takes a step back.

“We’re fine,” she says, glaring at her mom. “Honestly. We’re not hurt.”

“Oh thank heavens,” her mother says, pulling Sam back in for a hug, and causing another annoyed groan from Sam.

Danny lets out a sigh, looking down in relief. Now that it’s clear that Sam and Tucker are at least mostly okay, most of the nerves that have been building up around his shoulders relax, and suddenly he just feels exhausted.

He feels a hand on his shoulder, and turns to see Jazz giving him a reassuring smile, which he returns, albeit shakily.

The police finally managed to get everyone to stand back from Sam and Tucker, at least enough that they could continue asking them what happened.

Unfortunately, they’re still close enough to hear everything, meaning Danny’s close enough to hear Sam say, “We got captured by a ghost,” and all of his nerves leap back into his shoulders.

“He didn’t hurt us,” Sam says, waving off the officer’s next question. “Seemed like he just wanted to scare us. He actually got distracted pretty easily, and that’s how we managed to slip away.”

Okay, so probably someone harmless like The Box Ghost if they got away that easily. They probably weren’t in any real danger in a way that Danny was actually 100% necessary to be there for.

…That does not help.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” Danny asks, drawing both of their gazes. They look wary, probably because everyone here is still more than a little on edge. “Ghosts are no joke.”

“You got that right,” Dad says from over his shoulder. “You both are going to have to come back with us tonight to get a full check over from the professionals.”

“No,” Sam says quickly, at the same time her mom says “Absolutely not.”

Probably a smart move, honestly. His parents tended to look for the wrong things, and a lot of their tests tended to be painful in some way. Danny can keep an eye on Sam and Tucker for the next couple days, while trying to not let the guilt eat him alive.

“I’m in agreement there,” Tucker’s mom says, stepping forward. “You two both sound like you’ve had a very long night, you need to go home and get some rest.”

“Absolutely a good idea,” Jazz says, trying to send a knowing look at their parents (of which only time would tell how successful it was). “Sleep is important after an upsetting experience, especially if it’s past midnight.”

“Jazz has a point, honey,” Mom says, putting a reassuring hand on Dad’s shoulder. “Just come by in the next couple days, you two. We’ll make sure nothing’s wrong.”

Danny sighs, dropping his head into his hands. That’s still not going to be helpful, but that’s probably the best they’re going to get from his parents that night.

“Uh, we’ll see,” Sam says, in a tone that means ‘I doubt it,’ and Danny can’t blame her. She turns to her parents. “Can we just go home now?”

“We still have questions,” one of the nearby officers says.

“We already told you everything, and I want to go home and sleep,” Sam says. “It’s been a very long day.”

The officer sighs. “Alright, but we might come find you with follow up questions in the next couple of days.”

“Fine,” Sam snaps, and she grabs her mom’s arm and starts tugging her towards the door. Sam’s dad follows shortly after.

Danny can’t help but laugh a little bit. Sam being just as annoyed with authority as usual is probably a good sign.

“Yeah, I want to go home too,” Tucker says quietly, and starts for the door without any fanfare. Before he leaves, however, he stops in front of Danny. He doesn’t look at him though, instead watching Sam.

Danny turns to watch her too, wondering what Tucker sees. But as soon as Sam walks out the front door and steps out of sight, Tucker turns and wraps his arms around Danny.

Danny gives a sound of surprise, muffled by Tucker’s cheek smushing against his face.

Tucker pulls back a second later. “Sorry,” he mumbles, looking down. “I just… I had to do that.”

Danny just gives him a warm smile in return. “Hey, if you want to talk about it, you can tell me anything,” he says quietly, with what’s hopefully the right level of a joking tone.

Tucker smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. It barely reaches his mouth.

Danny doesn’t push, since that’s a bad idea especially now, and a couple seconds later, Tucker turns back to his parents and nods to the door, and all three of them walk out.

“Alright,” Jazz says, drawing Danny and his parents’ attention. “We should go home too.”

“I agree,” Mom says, as the four of them all start moving towards the door. “It’s been a very long night, and you both still have school in the morning.”

“What?” Danny asks. “Don’t we get to stay home? These are extenuating circumstances and all that!”

“Sam and Tucker are the ones who got captured by ghosts, not you two,” Mom says, raising an eyebrow. “And you can’t afford to miss any more class, Danny.”

Danny grumbles something incomprehensible under his breath, though he’s thinking about how he didn’t get time off when he was kidnapped. It doesn’t matter that it’s entirely his fault for using running away as a cover story, the universe is still being unfair. Especially considering he’s exhausted enough that he feels himself falling asleep on the car ride back.

When he gets home, however, he shakes himself awake, and after telling his parents goodnight, he heads up to his room and transforms.

He opens the window and is about to fly out when the door opens behind him, and he spins around, heart leaping into his throat.

Thankfully, Jazz is the one who stands in the doorway.

“And what exactly makes you think that’s a good idea?” she asks, shutting the door behind her.

Danny lets out a breath of relief and slumps back against the wall. “Don’t do that, Jazz, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

“Danny,” Jazz says, crossing her arms. “Patrolling isn’t a good idea right now.”

“Why not? Clearly I should have been patrolling earlier.”

“Well, because you need to sleep for one, and for two, I don’t want you going out there stewing in your own head and making yourself feel even worse.”

Danny looks away, trying to disguise it as a glare. “Sam and Tucker—”

“Are fine. They’re not even a little hurt, and got away themselves without any needed help. You, on the other hand, need rest. Mom already said you’re still going to school tomorrow.”

Danny forces himself to look back at Jazz. “I’m not gonna be able to sleep until I know everyone is safe, Jazz.”

“Everyone is safe, Danny. Your ghost sense would go off or there’d be some kind of news alert if there was something you needed to take care of. And if the news alert was happening Mom and Dad would wake up the whole house rushing off to help with it.”

Danny looks down. She has a point. And he can practically feel himself falling asleep standing here.

“Go to sleep, Danny. There’s nothing else you can do tonight. If tomorrow Sam and Tucker are at school you can talk to them and see if there’s ways you can help, and I’ll help you out there too. But tonight the most helpful thing you can do is get some sleep.”

Danny sighs, and glares more lightheartedly up at Jazz. “I hate it when you’re right,” he says, prefaced with sticking out his tongue.

“You’re gonna hate most of the things I say, then,” Jazz says with a smug smile.

Danny rolls his eyes and shuts the window. He turns back into Danny Fenton and moves over to his dresser to pull some pajamas out, then casts a glance back at Jazz. “Alright, now get out. Neither of us want you here for this part.”

It’s Jazz’s turn to roll her eyes. “Yeah, yeah,” she says, turning to leave. “But hey, I’m really proud of you, you know.”

Danny scoffs despite himself. “I didn’t even do anything tonight.”

“I’m proud of how much you care, you dork,” Jazz says, crossing her arms with a fond smile. “It’s obvious how much Sam and Tucker mean to you, that’s all. And I’m proud of how much you do for them, and everyone.”

“Uh, whatever,” Danny says, looking away and crossing his arms. “You don’t have to get all sappy about it.”

“You can’t stop me from getting all sappy about it,” Jazz says, sounding smug again, and she leaves and shuts the door before Danny can say anything else.

Danny sighs, but he has a slight smile on his face as he changes into pajamas and climbs into bed.

And it’s honestly annoying the level of right that Jazz is, because he falls asleep almost immediately.

#danny fenton #jazz fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #pamela manson #jeremy manson #jack fenton #maddie fenton #angela foley #maurice foley #i didn't even know those two's names #the no one knows au tag doesn't really apply for this series anymore #so i'm gonna start calling it #everyone knows au #because that's the problem #okay? okay #my fic

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thesoulspulse · 8 months

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I updated some old concept artwork of Sam where I imagined her with red or blonde hair like her parents because for all we know she dyes it. Then again Sam's grandma had black hair though so wouldn't it be a plot twist if Jeremy's hair is naturally black but he got it bleached blonde? Anyways, just thought it'd be interesting.

Jeremy With Black Hair:

Original:

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanart #sam manson #jeremy manson #ida manson #pamela manson #the souls pulse #the soul's pulse #thesoulspulse #thesoul'spulse

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pricklenettle · 5 months

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I know I’m a day late, but here’s the third day’s prompt: fried food

#danny phantom #my art #dp #sam manson #ida manson #jeremy manson #pamela manson #eight ecto nights #eight ecto nights 2023

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this-is-z-art-blog · 4 months

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[ID: digital drawing of Sam and her parents standing in front of a table with a lit menorah, shaped like a stylized brown tree dotted with purple flowers and green leaves, purple candles burning low. Sam is wearing a dark purple sweater and a black star of david choker necklace, smiling sentimetally down at the menorah. Her parents, cropped in close so we can only see the edges of their smiling faces, each have an arm around her.]

Sneaking in with just minutes before sundown it is technically still hannukkah

Eight Ecto Nights 2023, Night 8: Light

A huge thank you to everyone who participated in this event, be it for one night or all eight, it has been a treasure and an honor to read your stories and see your creations. I'll see you next year, and happy holidays!

#digital art #danny phantom #dp fanart #image description #sam manson #eight ecto nights 2023 #pamela manson #jeremy manson #jewish characters #2023 #een23 day 8: light

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fox-sama97 · 1 year

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I've posted chapter 1 of my new fic, "Ignore at Your Own Risk" an expansion of the snippet I posted before about Danny getting all of John Constantine's soul contracts called "Can't Ignore Us Anymore".

The beginning of Chapter 1 is mostly the same as the snippet, the middle is completely new, and the end has been reworded. Hoping to get new chapters out at least every other week, but that will hopefully move to once a week as I get into the swing of things.

Here is a snippet of the middle below the keep reading.

The boy appeared again in the ruins of a town. Buildings crumpled and stagnant pools of green-brown water amidst the mud and muck.

The aftermath of a tsunami in a landlocked town.

There were signs of reconstruction. Signs that, despite the devastation, not everyone had died. There were still enough people to bury the dead, to rebuild for the living, even if it was slow.

Despite this, the boy encountered no one as he made his way forward. Shadows lurked in the broken buildings, quick to draw back as he passed. The boy continued on, the briefest flickers of grief flashing across his face before it was reigned back, face neutral but eyes cold once more.

The boy briefly stopped in front of a large government building. It had fared better than most, but still bore the scars of the event that had laid the town low. Mud caked high onto the building where the waters had dragged it. Several pillars cracked, broken, or completely gone. All the windows boarded up and covered in tarp along with several holes in the walls. A large section of the stairs was completely missing. And the doors, crooked and ajar, with their frames swollen from water damage.

Despite the state of the doors, they opened without a sound to the boy's touch. He continued on, mud absent from his steps as he walked the halls. Evidence of damage was apparent inside in the slow rotting of the framing at the tops of the hallway walls, the lighter shapes on the walls where there was once furniture or decorations that had been destroyed or moved, and the mud stained floor, a path hastily cleared down the center. The distant sound of arguing voices at the end of the hall.

The boy, unhurried, made his way towards the end of the hall, where another set of double doors lay open, the argument growing louder and louder, until eight distinct voices could be heard. Inside sat the Council.

They did not notice the boy at first. No one saw him until he wished to be seen, but even if he had, they likely would not have, too enthralled in their argument. The boy watched.

"This whole thing is a risk, Valerie! We never should have sent him off alone and-"

"And what Jazz?! We've tried the normal ways and they never cared then, so why would they care now? We have to make them care!"

They all appeared run down and dirty. Mud stained clothes they'd worn for several days in a row. Hair limp and frizzy. Their faces were mostly clean, with the occasional spot of mud. Prominent dark circles beneath their slightly sunken eyes contrasting with comparatively pale skin. Tense lines running across their face and several hands clenched with mud caked beneath the nails that could be seen. They all had unpainted steel guns with glowing green canisters shining through the handles.

Jazz was standing, fists clenched at her sides, face slightly flushed, like all the blood in her face had flowed into her cheeks. Her red hair was shoved into a messy bun, nearly matted from the lack of clean running water to bathe with.

Valerie loomed over the table, hands planted firmly on it, face set in angry determination, green irises slowly bleeding red, strands of curly black hair rising into the air from where they'd fallen out of her hair wrap.

"And we will, Valerie. The Justice League will be aware of Amity Park soon and the consequences of their inaction." The words, while stated calmly, held an anger to them that few could match. The woman who spoke them sat straight, like a steel rod had replaced her spine. Her red hair was shot through with gray, and her teal eyes held a fire to them, like she'd see the world burn before her and it still wouldn't be enough.

She wore a black funeral dress, dirty like the rest of their clothes, but over there heart, the fabric had been torn until it flopped over, exposing a darker undershirt. Despite the stains on the rest of the dress, this spot, this torn fabric, had been kept clean and displayed prominently.

Clenched tight in her right hand was the arm of a blond man. His hair similarly disheveled and shot through with gray, clothes a similar set of mourning black, torn over his heart as well. In appearance, it was clear he followed the lead of the woman beside him, but unlike her, his blue eyes were nearly dead, staring out at the world as a passive observer.

"Talking about this now won't solve anything, Pamela. All we can do is wait for news, so we should spend it productively. Food and water should last for another few days before we need to go for a supply run or try to negotiate with the ghosts. Reconstruction is going…as well as can be expected. Two more buildings were made habitable, so we can move a few more groups out of the Community Center. How is water purification, weapon production, and Militia training going?"

The words had started strong, but as she went, they got harsher and quieter, like she was fighting to get them out of her mouth without coughing. Her thin, nearly gray hands rose before falling like weights, her strength failing her. Quiet wheezing parted her chapped lips, nearly moving her sunken cheeks. Despite her obvious poor health, her eyes remained sharp and intelligent.

"Angela, you should be resting-"

"I'm FINE, Maurice! I spent a week resting in the hospital, that's more than anyone else here. There are more important and necessary things that need to be done and it's not like resting will bring-" Her teeth clacked together audibly, breath slowly whistling between her teeth before rising as she suppressed another coughing fit.

Maurice flinched back like he'd been slapped. Slowly, carefully he rested his hand on Angela's back. Tears threatened to spill from his green eyes, but they were still filled with understanding and shared grief.

A quiet ping echoed from his side and his hand shot down, retrieving a battered PDA. Eyes tearing away from Angela to focus the alert he'd received.

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geekgirles · 2 years

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I'm starting to think the reason why Sam doesn't get in trouble at school as often as Danny is because, while the student body remains unaware, the faculty knows her parents are filthy stinking rich because of all the donations they probably make to Casper High. I mean, if being an A-lister usually gives you a free card to do whatever you like, then being loaded probably works on the same principle.

#danny phantom #dp headcanon #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #mr lancer #pamela manson #jeremy manson #ida manson #principal ishyama #dash baxter #paulina sanchez #kwan #star #nicklodeon #nicktoons

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scarletsaphire · 9 months

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*slams hands on the table* CHALLENGE MODE SAM/EMBER GOOOOO

Sam sat on the sofa, one leg folded under her and the other on the ground. The sofa was uncomfortable, the one that her parent's used for important, stuffy guests they wanted to impress but didn't want hanging around too long. Normally, Sam avoided it, and her parents in general, like the plague, but right now her hard work was finally coming to fruition. She could deal with some minor back pain to watch the fireworks.

"So," Pamela asked, her voice strained and her face frozen in her practiced facsimile of perfection. "How did you and our dear Sammikins meet?"

Ember, who was lounging on the sofa next to Sam with her feet propped up on the expensive coffee table, didn't answer at first. She was busy picking something out of her teeth with her finger. It took Pamela clearing her throat two separate times for Ember to answer her, and that was mostly because Ember had finished getting whatever it was free. Sam was glad her parents had hammered in how to keep a perfectly pure smile on her face from such a young age; Ember was playing her part magnificently, and Sam needed to act none the wiser.

"Oh, I like, mind controlled her whole school. And most everyone else in the town," Ember answered. "Surely you've heard of me. I went through a lot of effort for everyone to remember my name." Ember gestured to the guitar laying across her lap. Sam elbowed her in the side. Despite the fact that it didn't hurt (Sam had seen Ember get thrown through multiple walls before. Sam might have been strong, but she wasn't that strong) Ember made a show of rubbing her side. "Aw, babe, what was that for?"

Sam was looking at Ember, but she kept her focus on her parents out of the corner of her eye. She didn't miss their flinch at the pet name, and she had to fight to keep her genuine glee from showing on her face. "You've been hanging out with Danny too much."

"Yea, well, it's your fault for introducing us," Ember said. "Can't blame me for liking him, kids got good taste. He was chasing after you for a while, after all."

Pamela inhaled sharply through her nose. Jeremy's eye twitched. They were small signs, but Sam knew them well. She was wearing down their nerves at record breaking speeds, and she wasn't about to stop now. Not when the plan was working so well.

"Yes, the...Fenton boy," Jeremy said. "Surely, someone of your...status wouldn't be interested in hanging around his type?"

"Oh, you mean cause I'm a ghost?" Ember said. Sam noted the tightening of his grip on the arm chair. "Nah, I've seen the ghost hunters around. I could blow their asses out of the water any day of the week. Honestly, its kind of rude that you think I couldn't. That's like, rule number one of ghosts, y'know? It's kind of like prison, if prison was cool and came with laser beams. Survival of the fittest and all that jazz."

Pamela opened her mouth to speak. If Sam had to guess, it would probably be asking if Ember had ever been in prison; she wouldn't ask about the ghost stuff where Ember could hear her; not only was her parents still scared of ghosts, they also refused to be considered knowingly rude. At least, to anyone with sway. Ember may be dead, but she was famous, at least around Amity Park. That counted for something in their eyes. Whatever Pamela had to say didn't matter, as Ember swung her feet off of the coffee table and started talking again.

"Speaking of jazz, you got some cool vinyls in here! I'm sure you don't mind if I play some of them? I'm kinda big on music, if you couldn't tell." Ember didn't wait for permission, grabbing one of the records (meticulously hung on the wall to give a semblance of culture and spontaneity to the room. Not that Sam's parents had ever listened to a single one of them; it was all part of posturing.) and slipping it onto the record player.

"Of course." Sam could almost hear the tension in her mom's voice, breaking through her carefully constructed softness. "I'm sure Jeremy will be happy to show you around our collection while I have a word with Sammikins. Out. Side." And there was the teeth clenching fury Sam had been after. She glanced at the grand clock in display on the fireplace mantle. It had barely taken four minutes from Ember's arrival to reach red in the face Pamela. A record by nearly two and a half minutes.

Pamela's fingers locked around Sam's wrist, hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to bruise. Sam struggled, but it was mostly for show. She could break the grip if she wanted to; her mother made it a point to be "feminine" which, to her, meant weak, and Sam was anything but. That wasn't the play here. No, she was following the plan, and the plan had her following. At least for now.

As soon as the door to the formal sitting room was shut behind them, Pamela turned on Sam with all of her carefully hidden fury unmasked. "Just what do you think you're doing, bringing one of those things into our house?" she hissed, not letting go of Sam's wrist.

"First off she's not a thing, mom," Sam replied, slipping venom into her voice. Maybe a bit too much venom, actually. That should be for later. Indignant fury would be better. "And she can hear you. Ghosts have better hearing than we do."

Pamela narrowed her eyes at Sam as if trying to gauge how truthful Sam was being. Finally, she dragged Sam a few doors down. "Do you think it," the pronoun was said with emphasis. "can hear us here?"

"Probably not," Sam lied. "I don't get what the big deal is! You told me that if I was to date someone of my choosing, then they had to be of influence, well known and well liked, and self sufficient! Last I checked, Ember ticked all those boxes."

"I didn't think you would go so far as to coercing with one of those things! Its dangerous and volatile, and dead! I know you are going through the whole spooky dead thing phase, but I thought you'd at least be reasonable enough to draw the line at speaking to one of them. And then you show up saying you're dating one of them?" Pamela dropped Sam's wrist in favor of pacing a small circle in the hallway and wringing her hands together nervously. "It tried to kidnap us! It tried to mind control the whole town! It admitted to it!"

"She," Sam said. Now was the time to add the venom. "is not an it. And how do you know she hasn't changed! It's not like she hurt anyone. It was all just..." One beat, two, three. Just enough to make it seem like she was searching for words. "...ghost fun."

"And what about when it wants to have this 'ghost fun' with you?" Pamela snapped, her voice ever so slightly louder than her normal speaking voice. Perfect. "Please, Sammikins. I'm just trying to look out for you. It isn't safe."

"No, I don't have to listen to this! I love her, mom!" Sam raised her own voice to just barely below a shout. That was the signal. "I love her, and there's nothing you can do about it! I tried to follow all of your dumb rules, and the one person I could find that actually gets me isn't good enough for you!" Sam felt the corners of her eyes prickle. She shifted her focus to meat plants, factory farms, and that one scene from Derrick Disassembled where the android was stripped for melting. The prickle turned to tears. Her mascara would run, but that was the point. It was more dramatic that way. "You can't control who I love, mom! So either let me live my own life without any of these stupid rules, or I'll..." She choked on her words. She needed to make them seem genuine, like this was a difficult decision. Like she wouldn't go back on them. "I'll run away with her! She can take me to the ghost zone, where you won't be able to get between us."

"Samantha Manson!" Pamela practically shrieked. "Think about what you're saying! You'd rather-"

Ember appeared to Sam's side, materializing out of thin air. "I heard yelling," she said, eyes narrowing and flame ponytail burning high enough to singe the ceiling. "Do you wanna get out of here?"

Sam gave one tense nod, before she felt invisibility wash over her. As soon as they were out of ear shot, Sam let her fake sobs turn into real laughter. Ember snickered with her.

"You did good back there! I didn't know ya had it in you!" Ember said after they came to a halt in the airspace above the Manson Mansion.

Sam wiped at the tracks of mascara on her face. "I've had a lot of practice. You did great too. I thought my dad might have an aneurysm."

Ember laughed. "You should've seen him after you left. I was poking around his vases and stuff and dropped one. Didn't break, but I think he was about to."

"Oh yea, that'd do it." Sam grabbed her phone out of her pocket. Already, she had three texts and four missed calls from both of her parents. She turned off the phone. "So, are we calling it a night here, or...?"

"Is there anywhere in this place that does karaoke nights or something?" Ember asked after a moment. "Not that I didn't enjoy this, but I think a proper night out might be nice."

"There's a place I know that does live slam poetry," Sam suggested. "Not quite music, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you brought your guitar up with you."

"Sounds good to me."

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englandamericaitaly · 1 year

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So my absolutely AMAZING friend @cynthi-arts started doing some illustrations for my AU and I’m absolutely obsessed with how wonderful they are!!! I’ll be adding them into the chapters over on Ao3, too!

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Chibi Jeremy Manson

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4rainynite · 2 years

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Danny Phantom Neutrals Headcanons

This headcanon is gonna be about the many characters from the series Danny Phantom and see what their relationship with Team Phantom would be in the series ranging from: ally, neutral, and enemy. Now, it's time for the neutrals, Enjoy. Allies here!

P.S. This strangely took longer than the last one!

Warning : Some character explanations will be super long, mentions of death, and other things rated PG-13.

Neutrals:

Jeremy and Pamala Manson - We all know Sam's parents think the Fentons are dangerous and bad examples. As much as they don't like Danny when they find out he's Phantom and the reason why is because of his parents Ghost Portal they would get in contact with child services immediately, Only for Team Phantom to come in Danny's defense and Sam revealing her role in Danny's transformation. Knowing they can't reveal Danny out of the fear of Danny being experimented on and Sam's reputation would be destroyed they decide to go silent, but Jack and Maddie are on thin ice seeing their son being half-ghost is their fault. It wouldn't surprise me one bit if they tried to make Sam be friends with the A-listers or make her date Dash or Gregor/Elliot to distance her interaction with Danny. With them being rich they might have interaction with Vlad even becoming friends with him, who would make Sam miserable. But once they find out that the A-listers are a group of bullies, Dash being the leader and that one party where some of the guest up as their daughter, Tucker, and Danny as 'losers', Elliot/Gregor was a fake, and Vlad is half-ghost and has been tormenting the Fentons the alliance is broken. Even though the Mansons are killjoy elitist their main goal is safety and as much as they dislike the Fentons they draw the line at bullying and everything Vlad has done. Over time, now knowing Danny's secret and Maddie and Jack ease up on property damage their dislike becomes neutral, when Danny and Sam finally start dating they'll accept, but wish their dates were a safe trip for ice cream instead of ghost fighting.

A-Lister (Mainly Dash, Paulia, Kwan, and Star) - The only time the A-Lister interact with the trio is to bully them, so I doubt they'll become allies with each other. During, 'Reality Trip' when Danny was exposed and needed to leave the school his classmates were the ones to get him out. Showing that after everything Danny has done for them, they will return the favor. I can see Dash still being a jerk to them (mainly Danny), during sophmore year Danny gains muscles due to ghost fighting and is so untouchable Dash fears being beaten by him so he ignores the young Fenton. Dash still worships Phantom so he somewhat follows Phantom's morals and eases up on the bullying. The two will never be friends and both are fine with that. The rivalry between Sam and Paulina end in neutrally as well. We know Paulina is a daddy's girl mentioning and seeing him multiply times in the series, but never her mother. My headcanon is Paulina's mother is a stage mom and points out Paulina's mole as a flaw or just isn't around. Heck, she's probably one of the reasons Paulina is so fixated on looking good 24/7. I can see Mrs. Manson try to arrange a playdate between Sam and Paulina revealing Sam is rich. Sure, Paulina could blackmail Sam, but if word got out the goth geek was richer than her, Paulina's popularity would crumble so she keeps quiet. During the playdate Sam sees how pushy Paulina's mother and why Paulina is so shallow. The two girls agree that their mothers are annoying and to keep the other's secret. I see Sam and Paulina dynamic similar to Mandy and Mindy from 'The Grimm Adventures of Billy and Mandy' and after the 'Wraith of the Spider Queen' both girls agreed that hangout wasn't bad, but being friends with neither girls cup of tea. Kwan seems nice and only bullies due to peer pressure and to not lose his spot with the A-listers, which is still no excuse. Kwan spent the most time with Sam and Tucker so he probably gain a soft spot for them. Over time Kwan stops bullying and even tells his fella A-listers to knock it off even if it means he getting ban. Seeing that he's some type of scientist or just has a good job in the future he probably stopped hanging with the A-listers. Star doesn't care for the trio and the only reason they interact is because of Dash, Paulina, and Kwan (I don't know if she's still friends with Valerine). Once, Sam's secret of being rich is exposed the A-listers would try to make her join which she refuses. At first they try to blackmail her or something and Sam reveals she's not just rich she's old money rich and most of their parents work for her family. Now realizing the girl they used to bully and her friends could rat them out at any second they avoid her like the plague. Over time Team Phantom while overshadow the A-listers before senior year. I can see once they get older all the A-listers having a falling out with only Dash, Paulina, Kwan, and Star still remaining friends.

Youngblood- Just a brat trying to have fun. In one of the Nicktoons comics Danny ended up babysitting him, and he probably still does. Over time the two bond (maybe about space stuff due to his astronaut costume). He still causes problems for Team Phantom, but he won't enslave the adults or anything serious. I also see him and Dani becoming close friends.

Ember - We all know Ember's story - unpopular girl who dreams of being a rockstar gets asked out by a boy to see a movie. She waits for him all night at the movies only to realize she's been tricked. Once she makes it home a fire starts and she's too unconscious to wake up and dies. Once, a ghost and escapes the Ghost Zone she becomes what she couldn't be in life - a star! One day Team Phantom gets a report of a ghost attack outside Amity Park and investigate it. The ghost attack is happening during a class reunion and the ghost haunting the place is Ember. They do their resource and find out how Ember died and try to convince Ember not to kill the man responsible for her death. Only, to find out the guy who tricked her all those years ago is a slob, a loser, and owes a lot of child support, so Ember let's him live to continue his horrid life (like Katara did in that episode when she confronted her mother's killer). Ember feels depressed seeing that she spent years planning her revenge for nothing and wondering if she really wanted world domination in the first place. Team Phantom remind her she has a huge fanbase in both the human and ghost world so that encourages her to focus more on her music. In time she will join Team Phantom, but for now she is focusing on herself.

Freakshow's Ghosts - Unlike Lydia they didn't have a choice being under Freakshow's control and they seem more neutral than evil to me.

Ghost Writer- He'll never forgive Danny for what he did with his first book but seeing how his second book is better he'll let Team Phantom use his library for information.

Desiree - I can see Team Phantom pulling an 'Aladdin' on her and setting her free. She can still grant wishes and now her own, but she'll probably just go off to find herself or something.

Dairy King - He did help Danny escape Vlad and Skulker's trap thingy, but he didn't help with the fight. I honestly think he passes on after 'Bitter Reunions' because that's the only way Vlad got away with all the crazy crud he's done.

Ghost from the Ghost Zone- Let's face Danny has saved both the Human and Ghost world a dozen times so the residents of the Ghost zone either love, neutral, or hate Team Phantom. For the hate part it's for Team Phantom's enemies like Skulker, Spectra, and others who wish harm. The neutral part is for those who don't believe the Halfa exist, in the Ghost Zone Danny Phantom is an urban legend. For those who love Team Phantom is because they helped the ghost or put ghosts in a positive light.

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