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tytach · 1 year

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Happy holiday truce @justalitlecreacher! I'm your gifter for this year~

Once again I apologize for getting your gift to you so, so close to the deadline. The ending still needs a bit of editing, but I'm too tired to look at my screen without seeing every words in double ^^' And you deserve to have a nice gift with a clean ending, so I'll deliver your gift in two parts. I hope that's ok with you!

I went with your second prompt: Jack and Danny bonding; mayhaps another camping trip.

Enjoy!~

Danny was looking dispassionately through the window, head resting in the palm of his hand, gaze lost in the ever blending rows of trees that lined the road. He sighed for the up-tenth time, sensing the draw of the portal growing fainter and fainter the further they drove away from Amity Park.

"Come on Danno, it’ll be fun," Jack chimed in, ever the enthusiast.

Danny hadn’t had a say in this ordeal. His dad caught him breaching curfew one too many times and, for some obscure reason, had come up with this camping trip as a punishment.

"If you say so," he grumbled.

He didn’t mean to be rude, but he couldn’t help the bad temper. It irked him to leave Amity Park for so long, even though he trusted his friends to hold the fort while he was gone. He couldn’t really explain where that feeling was coming from, but it left him with a bad after-taste in the mouth and a strange buzzing in his core.

He rubbed at his chest irritatedly.

Couldn’t his dad have come up with a normal punishment? Like no video games for a week? Like every other normal parent would have?

The only silver-lining in all this was the promise he had managed to wriggle out of his dad.

No ghost hunting.

Hopefully he wouldn’t have to worry about his safety this week-end; at least nothing more than his dad’s regular carelessness.

Jack’s eyes briefly left the road to focus on Danny, his fingers drumming on the wheel. He was not oblivious to his son’s mood; he just didn’t know how to deal with it. He hadn’t for a while.

Short of having a better solution to lighten up the atmosphere, he turned on the radio, inserted a CD he fetched from an old dusty case and, soon enough, country music filled the vehicle.

The familiar tune brought a smile to Jack’s face. They used to play these songs every trip they took when the kids were younger, and the whole family would always sing loudly to the lyrics. He automatically joined the chorus out of habit, finding joy in the memories it brought.

Danny resisted the urge to put his headphones on and tune him out. It would just be two days of this.

Just two days.

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Slowly, practical asphalt roads turned into bumpy dirt tracks. The last half hour of the trip was spent cutting through the forest on paths barely large enough for the GAV. With his dad’s questionable driving skills, Danny was glad he was already dead.

They eventually arrived in an empty clearing a couple hours before sunset. Despite being here against his will, Danny wasn’t above helping unload the GAV —especially if that gave him the opportunity to make sure his dad had kept his word. While Jack was busy mounting the tent, Danny looked around the modified van, searching for hidden weapons his dad would have brought regardless. He was relieved to find none.

They kept busy setting up camp, barely exchanging words other than giving directions to each other. This was fine with Danny. Occasionally though, Jack would point to something he found funny, or tell a story he was reminded off. Danny would acknowledge him, but he didn’t see the point of continuing the conversation beyond that. Jack didn’t seem to mind.

He really started to feel the awkwardness when they settled around the fire for dinner.

With nothing else but the food to busy their hands and minds, Jack tried to open a proper conversation with his son.

"So, Danno. What have you been up to lately?"

Danny raised an eyebrow at him.

"What do you mean?"

Jack stuck a raw sausage to a stick and brought it to the fire.

"We barely talk anymore. What’s new in your life? Any new video games? A new cool place to go in town? …A girlfriend?"

Danny refused to acknowledge that last suggestion.

"Er… the Nasty Burger has a new burger with twice the meat and four different types of cheese," was the first thing he thought about. "It’s pretty good? We’ve been ordering that a lot with Tuck lately."

Jack looked at him with interest.

"Oh really? What types of cheese?" He prompted.

Danny shrugged.

"I don’t know, it’s cheese."

There was an awkward pause.

"Well, you make it sound pretty good," Jack commented. "Maybe I’ll try it one day."

"You should."

The conversation lulled to an uncomfortable silence.

Jack turned his sausage, watching it cook slowly, while Danny munched on his own.

Jack wasn’t stupid. Sure, he was often lost in his work, and he tended to be oblivious to what most people apparently tended to notice naturally; but that didn’t mean he was unobservant. He just picked up on details no one paid attention to.

Like the fact his son had grown progressively more distant in the last two years. Oh, Danny did try to act like it wasn't the case; but he couldn’t fake the missing glee that used to fill his eyes. That’s what had first given away the fact that something had changed in his life. Something big.

Jack had a few theories, and he feared any of them were true. But it was his duty as a father to try and help his son, no matter how much it implied he had failed his child.

He took a deep breath.

"Listen Danny, I—"

Danny got to his feet abruptly, effectively interrupting him.

"You know what we forgot? The ketchup! I’ll be right back!"

He was gone before Jack could tell him the bottle was right next to him.

Not long after, the Fenton Ghost Detector beeped in his pocket.

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Danny flew as fast as he could, following the pull on his core. He couldn’t believe a ghost followed him all the way here.

No, scratch that— actually he could. With his luck, there was no way this wouldn’t have happened the night he didn’t bring a thermos with him. He silently cursed himself for his negligence.

Danny flew in circles in the general area he could feel the ghost being, until he spotted a young boy moving slowly through the darkened forest.

Huh, not one of his regulars then.

His irritation receding, he approached the boy carefully.

"Hi," he greeted in a warm tone.

The boy turned to him. He looked to be around seven, and was dressed in clothes that were definitely not from this century, nor the last one. Yet he barely had any glow to him; if it was not from his floating bare inches above the ground and Danny’s ghost-sense, he could almost have been fooled into thinking he was talking to a living, breathing child.

"Hi!" The boy replied, seeming genuinely relieved to see Danny. "Can you help me?"

"Sure! What do you need?" Danny smiled at the wandering soul.

He wasn’t used to that kind of clientele, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try to help.

"I’m lost and I think I broke my ankle, I can’t walk. Can you help me find my dad?"

The boy’s right ankle was indeed all twisted. Danny didn’t point out that it didn’t stop him from moving around; the kid probably hadn’t realized what had happened to him yet, and Danny knew better than to bring up that kind of subject.

"I can’t stay for long, but I can search with you for a bit if you want," he offered, knowing full well that the boy’s dad had probably passed a long time ago.

"Thank you!" The boy smiled as he resumed his trek. "The forest is very big."

Danny nodded.

"That it is. What’s your name?"

"Allaster. You?"

"I’m Danny."

Danny floated next to him as they passed slowly through the bushes, calling the boy’s dad with him.

But as the minutes passed, Danny realized he couldn’t bring peace to Allaster. At least not at this time of the night, and definitely not while his ghost hunter of a dad was waiting for him not too far from here. If he found out about Allaster… He might not have any weapons with him at the moment, but Danny was sure that wouldn’t stop him from turning the weekend into a ghost hunting trip nonetheless. And thus despite his promise.

He decided to bite the bullet.

"Allaster, I need to warn you."

The kid ground to a stop, his attention returning on Danny.

"I came into this forest with my own dad. If he finds you, he could hurt you really badly. You need to leave."

Allaster’s eyes clouded over.

"What?" He asked, his voice small.

"Just for a couple nights," Danny insisted.

The kid shook his head vehemently.

"No!"

"Please, I don’t want you to—"

"My dad told me that if I got lost, I had to stay right where I was so it was easier to find me. I can’t leave! I CAN’T!"

And with that last shout, he vanished.

Well, that had gone well. Danny ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. He should have known better than to ask a ghost to leave its haunt.

Hoping that the kid wouldn’t reappear before their trip was over, he flew back towards the camp.

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Danny landed behind the GAV. In a flash of light he turned human and hurried back towards the fire.

"Sorry, it took so long, I really couldn’t find the…"

Danny stopped suddenly.

"…ketchup. Dad?"

The camp was empty, a burnt sausage resting over the dying fire. His dad was nowhere to be seen.

He started looking around the camp, inside the GAV, in the tent.

Nothing.

He was mildly starting to panic when his dad emerged from behind the trees, closing the zipper of his hazmat suit.

"Wow, that was a big one," he laughed, before sobering at the sight of Danny’s state. "You ok, Danno?"

Danny chuckled awkwardly, suddenly feeling very stupid.

"Yeah I’m ok," he said, rubbing his neck. "I just thought— you know, with all the ghost attacks that maybe…" He didn’t need to elaborate further.

"Careful Danno, you’re starting to exhibit symptoms of chronic Amity Parkers," Jack winked. "But I’m glad to see you’re staying alert."

He put a new log in the fire, and just like that, they resumed their awkward dinner.

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Danny didn’t sleep well that night. It wasn’t because of his dad’s overly loud snoring —although that clearly didn’t help.

Danny couldn’t stop shivering, assaulted as he was by a constant chill. His breath kept fogging.

He could feel Allaster roaming the forest.

At some point he sneaked out and went looking for the kid, to no avail. Allaster didn’t want to be found.

He just hoped it would last until they left.

#2022 holiday truce #danny phantom #dp fanfic #danny fenton #jack fenton

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popfizzles · 7 months

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Happy October! 🎃👻🕸️

I'm having a mass sale of monster adoptables!

Each day for October, I will post one adopt made with a three-emoji prompt. Each adopt will cost a minimum of 30 USD, and come with an alternate palette version.

You can take a quick look at the prompts here on this list to get an overview of vibes, as well as the color palette used for the character!

This image will update to mark which adoptables have been sold in a quick and easy to read overview.

The prompts will also be listed underneath the readmore along with links to individual posts, and the names of those who purchased them.

[🦴⚡🐊] (Sold to @suddeneclipse)

[🦇🎀🧸] (Sold to @yuribyrd)

[💙🧋🦋] (Sold to @goregear)

[🐌🍔👽] (Sold to @beatnikbohe)

[🫀🐈🥩] (Sold to @sylviesparks)

[👻🌌🎧] (Sold to @official-rugi)

[🎪🎠🎆] (Sold to @stutteryprince-difficulties)

[🦊🩻🧨] (Sold to @dreambones)

[🎃🔥⛓️] (Sold to @catisteard)

[🍬🧠🦠] (Sold to @radpunch)

[🐙🍥💌] (Sold to @justalitlecreacher)

[🌾🧭🎒] (Sold to @wierdautumn)

[🛼🪩🤖] (Sold to @paperhatcollection)

[💎🏛️🔮] (Sold to @occasionallyquinn)

[🐍🏝️🥝] (Sold to @qualiathepurple)

[🥐👨‍🍳🐮] (Sold to @forever-a-goat-kid)

[🐺🍂👗] (Sold to @problemat-c)

[🥀🎵👁️] (Sold to @saccharinecacophany)

[💸🐉🌗] (Sold to @visocewolf)

[🕷️🕯️🎻] (Sold to @allseeingportrait)

[🥬☕💤] (Sold to @wazimoomoo)

[😈🍺💫] (Sold to @macaron-cosmos)

[🦉🧣🍰] (Sold to @zyhod)

[⚓🦈🌀] (Sold to @n0v4hertz)

[🪽👁️🌈] (Sold to @helloandhi12)

[✨🧵🐿️] (Sold to @qualiathepurple)

[🤡🎯🎉] (Sold to @onelinemanytimes)

[🕶️🎲💀] (Sold to @visocewolf)

[📱🌃🦷] (Sold to @hybriddogz)

[⚰️💔🔪] (Sold to @p3rrgat0ry)

#Adoptable #Adoptables #Adopt #Adopt Sale #Character Design #Three Emoji Challenge #Monster Adopt #Monster Adopt Advent Calendar #fizzles promos #fizzles draws #Something new this year!!!!!!!!#if you've attended stream you've seen a few of these be made and shown off #i'll be working double time on adopts this year so comms will be closed this month #feel free to mark your calendar for any prompts you're interested in! >:)

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