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That’s right. It’s 2:46am and I’m ready to take on Supernatural. Have I finished the show? ✨no✨ have I watched it at all since middle school ✨no✨ . And yet here we are.
I feel like I draw Danny almost exclusively in a state of panic or despair. Anyway, most dpXspn crossovers start by answering those^^ questions, sometimes the brothers are friends of the Fenton family, sometimes they just kinda happen upon him or amity. And either don’t know abt his ghost half or uh try to kill him.. I mean I think they try to kill him either way,,
Which is why I love>>
ThiS^ the brothers show up to the bunker for the first time in a while and- What the SHit?? Is that a child??? Bobby has a knack for taking care of children of neglectful hunter parents. Bonus points if there’s something obviously off about that kid,,, Bobby,, Bobby, I’m pretty sure that’s eyeshine,, Bobby please he’s obviously not human.
Danny: “there’s a ghost near by”
Bobby: “thanks buddy”
Dean: “???????????”
Then again there’s ol’ reliable: summon Ghost King
For whatever reason, the boys summon Danno either by accident or bc they need the help of the famed Ghost King and confusion on both sides ensues.
✨friendship✨ Danny is a paradoxical migraine, a being both dead and alive Cas probably has to deal with him at some point..
Idk either way, no dp fic is really complete without
That’s right boys, you’ve just combined two heavy angst potential worlds, and is it your job to bare the weight of it all? Nope- it’s His. Put the misery of the world right on his little shoulders and watch him squirm . Are we really better than that of which we rend?
When given the Winchester brand flannel, Danny likes to tuck it in his pants, specifically bc it pisses them off.
There really aren’t enough DPXSPN fics out there, and maybe that’s for the best.
….but if you happen to have any recommendations *grabby hands**
I’m in love with the premise of Wayward Son by avearia on Ao3 ajhsjsksk k good night
#superphantom#danny phantom#supernatural#superphantom fic recs#lord i havent been active in forever but this crossover is still one of my fav things of all time. im gonna work on my fic again. someday.
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Chapter two is up!
The time was 2 PM the date was today (2/12/23) my task? Prepare for class tomorrow.
And then the age-old question popped into my head: “What if Danny calls Dean ‘Dad’ for a cover story but it has unintended emotional consequences?”
So I spent… 5? hours writing this. Hope you enjoy!
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Danielle: Model Human
“So what if Dani met Cas and decided to teach him how to be human?”
So here’s this! 1,421 words, oneshot. Hope you enjoy!
Castiel took his place in line behind a small girl who was standing on her tip-toes to reach the counter. She was engaged in a heated argument with the ticket broker, though the anger was pretty one-sided. The man running the counter looked more tired than anything as he reminded her in a monotone voice,
“I’m sorry, miss, I can’t sell you a ticket without a parent’s permission. Company policy.”
The girl huffed and turned around, starting when she looked at Castiel. She tilted her head back to look him in the face and her pissed expression went to a mischievous grin. She winked at him.
“Dad! There you are, can you tell this chump I’m allowed to ride the bus alone?” She winked again.
Castiel tilted his head to the side, squinting. He’d never seen this girl before. Had Jimmy had other children he didn’t know about?
“I’m no-”
The girl kicked him in the shin and gave him what Sam would refer to as ‘puppy-dog eyes’. Ah, she was asking him to lie for her. That he could do.
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Danielle: Model Human
“So what if Dani met Cas and decided to teach him how to be human?”
So here’s this! 1,421 words, oneshot. Hope you enjoy!
Castiel took his place in line behind a small girl who was standing on her tip-toes to reach the counter. She was engaged in a heated argument with the ticket broker, though the anger was pretty one-sided. The man running the counter looked more tired than anything as he reminded her in a monotone voice,
“I’m sorry, miss, I can’t sell you a ticket without a parent’s permission. Company policy.”
The girl huffed and turned around, starting when she looked at Castiel. She tilted her head back to look him in the face and her pissed expression went to a mischievous grin. She winked at him.
“Dad! There you are, can you tell this chump I’m allowed to ride the bus alone?” She winked again.
Castiel tilted his head to the side, squinting. He’d never seen this girl before. Had Jimmy had other children he didn’t know about?
“I’m no-”
The girl kicked him in the shin and gave him what Sam would refer to as ‘puppy-dog eyes’. Ah, she was asking him to lie for her. That he could do.
“I am here to accompany my daughter on the bus.” A flicker of nervousness jolted through his body. He tried to disguise it with a friendly smile.
The ticket seller looked to him, then down at the girl, then back to him, sighed, and held out his hand. “That’ll be $40.65.”
Castiel patted his pockets. They were just as empty as they were 5 minutes ago. The girl shoved a handful of bills onto the counter before he could say anything, snapped up the two tickets that were given, then grabbed onto his hand and pulled him towards the benches in front of the loading station. She was strong for her size, not enough that he couldn’t stop her if needed but enough that it might actually be somewhat of a challenge. When she sat she drew one of her knees to her chest, letting the other one swing down. Castiel took the seat next to her.
“Thanks for vouching for me back there,” She said. Her cheek was resting on her knee as she spoke. “What’s your name?”
“My name is C-” He paused. His name was unique, which was never good when trying to blend in. Plus, Sam and Dean usually used aliases when talking to strangers. It couldn’t hurt. He cleared his throat. “My name is…”
He scanned the room for any ideas. On the muted television a man boasted his real estate company. The caption identified him as Daniel Patterson.
“Daniel.” he finished. “I’m Daniel.”
“Hey, no way! I’m Dani. With an ‘i’.” she thought for a moment, “Actually, do you know a guy called Vlad?”
“No,” he answered. Neither of them spoke for a few moments. He remembered that humans tend to engage in small talk. ���Do you?”
“Yeah, he’s my dad, and a real jerk too. I was worried ‘cuz you kinda look like this other Danny I know except old and way taller,” Dani informed him.
“I understand,” Castiel said. He did not understand.
“Danny’s my cousin,” she continued, “Why don’t you have a bag?”
Castiel looked down then back at her. “I lost it.”
“I lost my bag one time too, ‘cuz Cujo- he’s kinda Danny’s dog- ran off with it ‘cuz I left a sandwich in there. I got it back though,” She twisted in her seat to show off her backpack. A logo of a cracked egg with purple text written across it decorated the small zipper pocket of her bag.
“Dumpty Humpty?” Castiel read. The name was familiar, but not in a way he could place. Perhaps a football team?
Dani’s eyes sparkled when she turned around to look at him again, an even broader smile climbing onto her face. “I can’t believe you know them, you’re so old!”
His lack of reaction must’ve been a reaction, as Dani paused after saying that. “Uh, no offense or anything.”
“I don’t follow sports, sorry.” For all his time with the Winchesters, there was still much of humanity that he did not understand. Sports of all kinds fell in that category.
She giggled. “Dude, they’re a band. I don’t think I like sports. I mean, I’ve never played or anything, but…”
“Neither have I.” He pulled his lips tight with a smile. Facial expressions were still confusing, but he felt he was getting the hang of it. “Though I have listened to music before. I like Led Zeppelin.”
“Never heard of ‘em. Hey, what’s your birthday?”
He jolted at the sudden change of topic. She blinked at him, innocent as a lamb. He blinked back. In the back of his mind, he scrambled to come up with a date, any date. Jimmy must’ve had a birthday, right? He cursed his human mind for its shortcomings. “Thursday.”
Dani responded with a raised eyebrow, her short ponytail brushed her shoulder when she tilted her head in question.
“What are you?”
Castiel blinked. Dani blinked back.
“Human.” It was the truth, not all of it perhaps, but he was human.
“And?” She prompted, gesturing at him to keep talking. How this girl had detected his lie of omission he didn’t know. There was never a time he wished he could at least see souls, or demon's true faces, or have any intuition to somethings nature or intentions or, hell, even the ability to read a damn social cue more.
“And what? I’m human.”
“It’s okay, man, I know. I think everyone knows, ‘cuz you’re being real clumsy right now, I understand it's hard to get the hang of but seriously, whoever made you is probably looking for you ‘cuz there is no way you passed training like that.” She spoke with complete confidence, still swinging her leg back and forth. She was so small the toe of her shoe barely brushed the ground. “I’m gonna offer you a deal. If you pretend to be in charge of me, like you did at the counter there, I’ll teach you how to blend in. I escaped from my dad three months ago and he hasn’t found me and he’s got spies everywhere. You can’t be more than a week out of the tube.”
There had to be something he was missing. That or he was having a stroke. Individually, the words she spoke made sense. Together, though? The only logical explanation he could construct was that someone, for some reason was messing with him. “Who do you work for?”
“See, that’s the best part! I don’t have to work for anybody but myself. That’s what freedom’s all about, doin’ whatever you want whenever you want. I know it seems weird at first but, trust me, it’s great.”
“What are you?”
Dani shrugged, “I’m a clone.”
“And you think I’m a clone?” Against all logic, his gut wanted to trust her. Outside the bus pulled over, spilling people out into the station. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the workers began refueling the vehicle.
“Or something close. Take it from someone who spent most of their seven-month existence in a lab, growing out of a test tube makes you act weird.” Her smile was perfect and white, although a gap-toothed grin would’ve suited her much better. “It’s up to you, I can take care of myself, but I guess I’m a little more like my original than I thought. Free human tip for you, the back of the bus is the best place to ride. I’m gonna go get a spot before all the good ones get taken. Want me to save you a seat?”
He stared at her for a moment, looking up because she was just a smidge taller than him when he was sitting down. He tried to study the look on her face, but that just led where it always did, to nothing. Was he really that obvious? Could everyone tell he was just pretending to be human? Dani’s foot began to tap, Castiel recognized this as the sign of impatience it was. She was right. As far as normal went, he was lost. He didn’t know how much a bus ticket was or how to make small talk or to carry a bag. Without the Winchesters, he was lost. It would be nice to have some of that confidence back in his life. It would be nice to be needed again, even if it were just to vouch for Dani at ticket counters.
“That would be nice.”
#superphantom#supernatural#danny phantom#Dani phantom#Danielle phantom#castiel#Danielle: Model human#fanfiction#superphantom fanfiction#ficlet#oneshot#my writing
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Snippet from my currently unnamed wip. Is this as funny as I think it is?
He took a deep breath and sighed it back out. Making eye contact and trying to pull the utmost sincerity into his voice, he said, “Jazz, that’s not your brother.”
All four of the teenagers goggled at him.
“Excuse me, what?” Jazz finally broke the silence.
“Yeah, what the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Danny tried to stand up from the table in outrage, forgetting he was in a booth. He pondered the table for a second then settled for just sitting angrily.
“Oh my god…Dude I think they’re your brothers.” Tucker widened his eyes in scandal.
Goth teenage girl Sam looked him up and down. “Actually, that kinda makes sense… You’ve gotta admit, you don’t really look like your dad.”
Danny seemed arguably more pissed at his friends now. Dean interjected before Sam could clear up the situation.
“What my idiot brother was trying to say is, that,” he pointed at Danny, “is no longer your brother.”
Again, all four of them gave Dean the same look, this time one of confusion and irritation.
“That makes no sense.” Jazz stated.
“No, I saw this on TV once, it’s like, some kind of reverse adoption. I’m pretty sure it’s illegal in America though.” Tucker explained.
“I think that happened to my cousin,” Sam un-winchester said. Jazz and Danny nodded along like they were beginning to accept that as an explanation.
“For heaven’s sake- He’s dead! Your brother is dead, that is not the real Danny.” Dean corrected. “Reverse adoption- what kind of?”
“He’s right. If reverse adoption existed I would’ve done it to Dean years ago.” Sam nodded.
#superphantom#supernatural#danny phantom#crossover#superphantom fanfiction#my writing#ao3#Danny legit dies!#<- thats what the fic is called btw.
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This fic now on ao3!
Enthralled with the idea of Danny from Danny legit dies and has a physical corpse but can still kinda be human au and the Winchesters from just regular canon bumping into each other while… hiding bodies.
Three teens carrying a fourth by his arms and legs into the woods. Would they even be able to tell that it’s Danny’s corpse? It’s gotta be pretty much cooked through at that point. Hold on, I’m going to write something rq, apologies for any mistakes/bad writing but the concept is just too fun. If you think so too, go ahead and try your hand at it, this has so many excellent interpretations.
Edit but not really cuz I haven’t actually posted anything yet: I’ve only read back through this once but I’m pretty happy with how it’s turned out, just wanted to add a quick warning for horrific death and descriptions of a corpse and all that.
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Digging graves always sucked, naturally. It’s hard to plow through a good six feet of rocks and dirt and bones and whatever other crap might be waiting below the surface (one time, in some backwoods in Ohio they’d hit a bathtub around three feet down. Never got an explanation for that one). But, of course, the muggy pits of July made things much worse.
Sam had shed his top layer in the car, and was now down to a single shirt. He probably would’ve taken that off too, had it not been glued onto his back from sweat. Dean, who’d made a dig at Sam earlier that night for not being able to “take the heat like a man” still wore his flannel over his shirt, though it was beginning to soak through.
Laborious elements aside, what really made grave digging so tedious was the inability to fill it with anything else. It wasn’t like they could play music or anything, when they were in graveyards they had to keep a low profile, and all the other smart places to go hiding a corpse don’t get radio reception. And talking? With the amount of dust and dirt they kicked up, not to mention the work itself, it was more like trying to reason with a bully as they threw sand in your face. Gritty, painful, and overall, not worth it. So the brothers dug side by side with only light from a half-dead camping lantern and the singing of insects to keep them company.
Sam hit a rock with the tip of his shovel to knock it loose from the wall, the scooped it up and heaved it over the side of the grave. It was still only about knee height, meaning they’d have to put in another two hours minimum if they wanted to get the man hidden.
He’d been working with a witch to dodge death as he cheated his way through some shady business dealings. Actually, he’d been fairly easy to subdue- probably why he needed the witch in the first place- but once Dean had yanked the hexbag from where it hung around his stick-figure neck he’d begun to convulse and when he stopped, well, he wasn’t going to start convulsing again. That, however, was a problem for tomorrow.
Sam knocked a few rocks loose this time, letting them pile around his feet then launching them all over his shoulder at once. With the sound of metal clacking against rock gone, he realized Dean had stopped digging and was leaning against the handle of his shovel cautiously looking out into the woods. Sam moved in next to him and tried to figure out where he was looking.
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#superphantom#Supernatural#Danny phantom#crossover#superphantom fanfiction#my writing#ao3#Danny legit dies!
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The time was 2 PM the date was today (2/12/23) my task? Prepare for class tomorrow.
And then the age-old question popped into my head: "What if Danny calls Dean 'Dad' for a cover story but it has unintended emotional consequences?"
So I spent... 5? hours writing this. Hope you enjoy!
Read it now on AO3
#superphantom#superphantom fic#supernatural#danny phantom#Nicklesmith#my fic#my writing#fic rec#Dean is Danny's Dad#kind of lol#ao3
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Tucker gets sent to superhell circa 2003
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SuperPhantom Prompt Idea
Danny was used to his barren wasteland. A plane of existence only ghosts can be apart of. A break between reality, and the dead. No living soul can be found.
After years and years as the ghost king, fighting hard to protect his spirits. He failed.
Lost his friends, his family, and he's kingdom.
He was alone. He finally, finally accepted it. Trapped himself in his barren world, wandering the empty streets as days progressed.
Blissfully unaware of what occurred outside his walls.
If his kingdom didn't want to listen to him, if they wanted to follow the road that lead to the end of their afterlife, so be it. He wasn't going to force anyone to do anything.
Imagine he's surprise when he hears him.
An angry short man screaming in the streets at nothing. Danny watched for a bit from the distance, settled on a rooftop.
The man wasn't just yelling. Not in despair and anger. No, this man was challenging him. Calling forth the King.
The King that hasn't existed in centuries. There is no king without a kingdom.
Winchester. Dean Winchester.
Memories of a very similar man flickered through Danny's mind. He hadn't heard that name in forever. Time moved differently here, it felt like ages since he'd last heard that name.
Since he last interacted with hunters.
After the events that accord last time Danny associated with a Winchester, one can imagine he's hesitance.
He's had nothing but peace and silence for so long, the fear of a life without it loomed heavy.
He wasn't going to help. Why would he? It would do him no good, none at all. Danny wasn't connected to whatever it was going on with the living.
Except he was. Because if this Kevin Tran this man is going on about links back to Sam Manson, he'd be damned if he failed her again.
He'd be damned to let anymore of his family's lineage get ruined by the supernatural.
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#supernatural#danny phantom#superphantom#danny fenton#sam winchester#castiel#superphantom fanfiction#this has been in my drafts for so long.#the other possible line wouldve been danny shooting the brothers a ‘wtf this is the friend youve been talking about?’ look and one of them#responding ‘that means he likes you’
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SuperPhantom!
(Written while high and half asleep)
"Excuse me?"
Danny shouldn't have said anything, like he really really shouldn't have. But he's at work, and this two hunters are poorly trying to discuss a case without him catching on.
Worse of all, they have their information completely wrong. Seriously, who thinks Shades are ever the real danger?
"I said you guys are looking at the wrong creature." Danny shrugged, standing at the edge of their both. The two hunters were clearly bigger than him, and maybe he was a little worried that he might garner unwanted attention.
But he couldn't let them just harm the poor things.
"We don't know what you're talking about."
Okay, the shorter one definitely has an anger problem. It's fine, Danny's dealt with Argon he can deal with this jackass. The taller one, actually seemed like he wanted to listen to what Danny had to say.
"If you want to waste you're time exterminating all the harmless Shades in the haunt, by all means go for it." Danny bit back, rolling his eyes at the glare he received. "I just figured you'd like to know that Shades' aren't strong enough to affect electricity, let alone kill someone."
Danny paused, glancing over his shoulder as his manager called his name. Right, he was at work, he can't spent all his time educate the two idiots on ghost kind.
"Well I have a job to get to so just, just... next time you talk about a hunt in public, try to be a little more discrete."
The looks and whispers he saw for the rest of his shift made him kind of regret speaking up, keyword being kind of. Danny's made quiet a good connection with every Shade he's come in contact with.
He'd be one lousy Ghost King if he just let people end Shades left and right.
He figured he was free from the scrutiny when the men paid their check and left. He watched the old car pull out of the parking lot, figured he managed to lose their interest.
That was until he was closing up the diner, and was ready to head home. Which is what he wanted to do, planned to do. Until he turned around from locking the door.
The old car sat in the empty parking lot, men standing outside of it, no doubt waiting for him.
#OOH LOVE!!#supernatural#danny phantom#superphantom crossover#superphantom fanfic#superphantom ficlet#this is even funnier if you agree with the hc that danny has enhanced senses#(ie super hearing and reflexes and all that) because they couldve been talking really quietly and he just hears them across the room#making him more suspicious looking#anyway leave him alone he is literally just trying to help god bless
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Look I love and respect superphantom stories where Dean and Sam are flabbergasted by Danny's OPness and how there's this whole kind of ghosts attached to this dimension they've never heard of
But I think by season 9 the Brutthers™ are so used to having their understanding of the universe flipped-turned upside down that they'd go full Mulaney a la "This might as well happen."
They've both been to hell, heaven, and purgatory. So they hear about the Ghost Zone and they're like yeah ok sure what's one more afterlife dimension. They accepted the Empty's existence easy enough
Especially after Jack's birth. Oh hey half-ghost superhero kid and King of Ghosts by right of conquest meet our adult-shaped adopted archangel nephilim baby. You'll like him but heads up he probably won't get your snappy jokes. And they've been introduced to the multiverse
#early seasons winchesters though?? like when they were still scared of demons? thats when the first one comes in#but totally love the idea of completely jaded Sam and Dean seeing Danny and not caring.#'wait but aren't you guys like. at least a little freaked out' 'kid you're not even the weirdest thing ive seen today'#superphantom#supernatural#danny phantom
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Alright, you know the drill
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It’s Christmas, Danny Phantom!
Welcome to the Superphantom Christmas special! I honestly can’t say I’m the biggest fan of Christmas myself, so this mayyy be a little bit of Santa slander. sorry? I hope to have the entire fic posted by Christmas, but it’s getting a bit longer than I intended for it to be. Either way, I’m having a really fun time writing it. Enjoy the prologue!
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The picking had been rather dry for the last few months on the hunting front. Near complete silence from murderous supernatural creatures should be a good thing, a chance to relax. Instead, they were getting incredibly stir crazy. The library was almost completely catalogued, a testament to just how bored they were. Dean had turned to cleaning out the impala. He sorted through weapons, bottles of various substances (lamb’s blood doesn’t keep well. Especially when left under a seat for god knows how long), and old papers and floppy discs washed up into seams like they were sand the ocean had swept in. That last one was quite a surprise to find. With their Dad having died literal years ago and their general ransacking of all his notes there was little they didn’t know about his life. Or so they thought, at least.
Dean carried in a light cardboard box. All the technology within it was years out of date.
“Sammy, come look at this,” He shouted as he walked through the kitchen into the war room. Sam (who was rereading and notating a particularly dry book on Australian myths) shot in.
“What is it? Do you have a case?”
“Maybe. I think I found some of Dad’s old stuff, like old stuff.” He said, holding up a blue floppy disc.
Sam considered it, snapping and pointing at him. “Hold on, I remember unpacking a reader with all of Frank’s stuff.”
Sam, god bless him, took less than two minutes to go from the storage room they’d designated as the tech closet and back. Neither of them was particularly great with technology, especially as far as setting it up goes. A life on the road’ll do that to you. But messing with wires and trying not to get shocked was a welcome change. Finally, they had a new task to work towards. The computer systems were much too old to run tech as recent as the 80s, but the screens still worked just fine when running solely on the reader, if a little slow, malformed, glitchy. It was like running twitter on a 3Ds.
Three grey files popped up on the screen. The computer lacked a mouse, so Sam had to tediously click through them on the keyboard. The way Dean breathed over his shoulder, you would think him the younger sibling. Sam double clicked on the first one. A little loading ball appeared, rotating in small black and white increments. The lack of progress bar was a little disheartening. Each tick of the ball seemed to come slower than the last.
“You want snacks? I’m gonna go get some snacks.” Dean left his brother to lean on his palm and attempt to keep his eyes open. A bag of pretzels later the file finally opened. It was an archive of a newspaper, The Spectator. A big red banner ran across the top of the screen, headlined with the University of Wisconsin logo. The front page was pretty standard, welcoming students back to campus and giving their opinions on housing prices and coffee shops. A few pages down in the entertainment section a small clipping on band called the Skunk Punks caught his eye.
“Look at those mullets, yikes.”
“It was a different time.” Dean shook his head.
The real kicker was at the very bottom, barely a paragraph long. Tacked onto the bottom was a grainy photo of a woman and two men, all with iconically 80s haircuts.
Pictured: The Ectobiology Research Club. PhD Students Jack Fenton, Maddie Walker and Vlad Masters have successfully constructed “the first fully functional portal to the Ghost Zone”. Meetings are at 8 daily, all are welcome.
“Ghost Zone, huh. That sound familiar to you?” Dean squinted at the words as if the blocky text might contain more detail.
Sam shook his head. “Not that I can remember. Either way a portal to anywhere sounds like a bad idea.”
The next file took half the time to load, still enough to brew a pot of coffee. Dean set the pot down on the map table, wisely keeping it nearby. This page was full of notes. Photocopied chicken scratch of equations and diagrams, all detailing a miniature portal. Trying to read it cohesively was impossible, and figuring it out in chunks was just as boring as all the reading and organising they’d been doing before.
The third one contained screenshots. This time of emails.
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To: Jack Fenton
5779025813356327189 Thurs. 20 Nov 1980 10:42
From: Owen Booker
8790976895877463565
Dear Mr. Fenton
What exactly is the function of your “Ghost Zone Portal”? I have great interest in your work and would like to meet up to compare notes.
Owen Booker.
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“Not another portal, for fuck’s sake.”
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From: Jack Fenton Thurs. 20 Nov 1980 11:00
5779025813356327189
To: Owen Booker
8790976895877463565
Dear Owne booker
We’re studying ghosts bringing the supernatural to the forefront! Club meetings are at 8 all are welcome we will be happy to see you!!!!!
Jack Fenton
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“Is this guy drunk?”
“He’s Dad’s friend, I wouldn’t be surprised.”
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To: Jack Fenton Thurs. 20 Nov. 1980 11:00
5779025813356327189
From: Owen Booker
8790976895877463565
Dear Mr. Fenton
I will be there. Thank you.
Owen Booker.
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“Jack Fenton… I feel like I’ve heard that name before. Any chance this email is still active?”
“I’ll go get my laptop.”
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From: Jack Fenton Mon. 1 June 1985 01:00
5779025813356327189
To: Owen Booker
8790976895877463565
Dear Owen Booker
Hello! Sorry for the break in correspondence, there was an accident. On the plus side, we’ve made exciting new strides in our research! Come over and catch up anytime, Jack and I have relocated. Look us up in Amity Park, Michigan.
Best,
Jack and Maddie Fenton
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“Oh, they got married. Good for them.”
“Wasn’t there three of them though? What’dya think happened to the other guy.
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From: Jack Fenton Fri. 12 Jan 1987 12:27
5779025813356327189
To: Owen Booker
8790976895877463565
Dear Owen Booker
Hello! Happy New Year. Just wanted to let you know we’ve relocated. 336 Sattee Creek Way, look for the Fenton Works sign, you can’t miss it. One of our samples has shown reactivity to harsh weather. More details will be provided in person.
Best,
Jack and Maddie Fenton
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“Sounds like a hipster tech startup.”
“Timing’s right, it might be one.”
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From: Jack Fenton Fri. 14 May 1990 15:50
5779025813356327189
To: Owen Booker
8790976895877463565
Dear Owen Booker
Big project in progress. I think you’ll be interested. Feel free to bring George and Logan along. We have a new son.
Best,
Jack and Maddie Fenton
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“George and Logan? Those are really the names Dad chose for us?”
“You’re just mad ‘cuz you got George.”
“Shut up, you’re George.”
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From: Jack Fenton Sun. 28 Sept. 1996 03:03
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To: Owen Booker
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Dear Owen Booker
First official tests failed. What do you know about motors? Tests on enhancing explosive properties are inconclusive.
Best,
Jack and Maddie Fenton
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“I don’t like that these people have explosives.”
“It says inconclusive. Maybe they didn’t work?”
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From: Jack Fenton Mon. 07 Jan. 2000 07:41
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To: Owen Booker
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Dear Owen Booker
Thank you for stopping by. Hope you had a safe drive. Seeing some new progress on the portal. Should be up and running in the next few years. We’d like to invite you to come over next year as well.
Best,
Jack and Maddie Fenton
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“Looks like they didn’t end up getting blown up, that’s good.”
“Looks like Dad was with them for New Years. He said he was hunting a shapeshifter.”
“Oh, I remember that year. I mean, speaking of explosives…”
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From: Jack Fenton Sat. 30 Nov. 2008 23:10
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To: Owen Booker
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Dear Owen Booker
Hey bookie! Guess what! I cannot tell you i n email. Remember when you used to come over for holidays ? we are having a party would love to see you. Come stay for christmas you can stay in dannys room!!!!!!!!!
Best,
Jack and Maddie Fenton
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“This one’s from only a few days ago,” Sam frowned. “What do you think?”
“Why the hell not, we need to check out this portal of theirs anyway. You feelin’ merry, Sam?”
“You bet. But if you put the on Christmas station in the car, I am jumping out.”
“Promise?”
“Shut up, jerk.”
“Jingle bells! Jingle bells!…….”
#danny phantom#supernatural#superphantom#christmas#It's Christmas Danny Phantom!#the christmas special#my writing#superphantom fanfiction#superphantom fanfic#fanfiction#fanfic#this was an absolute nightmare to format. I'm never doing letters or emails or whatever again.#constructive critism welcome#i honestly can't remember dean's opinion on christmas so hes gonna be fuckin jolly!
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Snippet from my currently unnamed wip. Is this as funny as I think it is?
He took a deep breath and sighed it back out. Making eye contact and trying to pull the utmost sincerity into his voice, he said, “Jazz, that’s not your brother.”
All four of the teenagers goggled at him.
“Excuse me, what?” Jazz finally broke the silence.
“Yeah, what the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Danny tried to stand up from the table in outrage, forgetting he was in a booth. He pondered the table for a second then settled for just sitting angrily.
“Oh my god...Dude I think they’re your brothers.” Tucker widened his eyes in scandal.
Goth teenage girl Sam looked him up and down. “Actually, that kinda makes sense… You’ve gotta admit, you don’t really look like your dad.”
Danny seemed arguably more pissed at his friends now. Dean interjected before Sam could clear up the situation.
“What my idiot brother was trying to say is, that,” he pointed at Danny, “is no longer your brother.”
Again, all four of them gave Dean the same look, this time one of confusion and irritation.
“That makes no sense.” Jazz stated.
“No, I saw this on TV once, it’s like, some kind of reverse adoption. I’m pretty sure it’s illegal in America though.” Tucker explained.
“I think that happened to my cousin,” Sam un-winchester said. Jazz and Danny nodded along like they were beginning to accept that as an explanation.
“For heaven’s sake- He’s dead! Your brother is dead, that is not the real Danny.” Dean corrected. “Reverse adoption- what kind of?”
“He’s right. If reverse adoption existed I would’ve done it to Dean years ago.” Sam nodded.
#supernatural#danny phantom#superphantom#superphantom ficlet#superphantom fanfic#my writing#Danny legit dies and has a physical corpse but can still kinda be human au
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What you think of Half Angel Danny? Would even have a idea how he would look as Phantom angel
I think this au was actually really popular like YEARS ago, there might still be fanart floating around about it
I dabbled in it myself a bit but ultimately I don't have the religious background to know what I'm doing in an au like that haha
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What you think of Half Angel Danny? Would even have a idea how he would look as Phantom angel
I think this au was actually really popular like YEARS ago, there might still be fanart floating around about it
I dabbled in it myself a bit but ultimately I don't have the religious background to know what I'm doing in an au like that haha
#supernatural#danny phantom#superphantom#nephilim danny#reblog#reblogs#as a superphantom blog i am legally allowed to reblog this
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