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turnipstewdios · 10 months

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Half-Lives

Something is wrong with Jason Todd.

That's not new.

Someone having answers about why... that might be. Someone maybe being able to help... that definitely was.

Danny just hopes its not to late. -----------------------------------------------

First ever fanfic! Read on Ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48120073 ----------------------------------------------- Chapter 1/? Danny didn't think he liked Gotham.

Oh, it was easy enough for him to avoid getting mugged, or shot, or involved in whatever chaos was happening on a given night. Invisibility was a great way to stay out of trouble, so long as he was careful. Nothing like walking around a corner and literally disappearing to lose a tail. He tried not to use it too much though. Tried to make sure he didn't blip out of existence on camera or in front of witnesses, or do anything else that might get the wrong sort of attention. So the ever present threat of crime was stressful, in a nagging background noise sort of way, but he could live with it. Or, well. Not Live with it.

Half-way live with it. But the weather in Gotham was horrible. It rained. A lot. Or drizzled. Or it was foggy. He’d thought that maybe the weather wouldn’t be so gloomy in the middle of Summer, but it was. Even worse. It was gloomy and hot. Heat wave or no heat wave, the city was way too warm for a place with this much cloud cover. All the rain and the mist was just making things unbearably humid. Even days when the clouds had cleared out for a bit, the smog was still there. Hanging around like a stuffy blanket, smothering the city. Choking out the sky. It was hard to see the stars in Gotham. Danny wished he could just fly up over the city, out of the fog and the haze. Just to hang in the clear air and stargaze. Lose himself in the star speckled universe and forget things for a while. But he couldn’t. That would be stupid. As much as he wanted to. As much as he felt like he needed to.

He needed to stay low profile. Use his powers sparingly. Carefully. Gotham had quite a lot of natural ectoplasm. Not anywhere near as much as Amity, but… well. Amity. It was enough to hide his ecto-signature, so long as he didn't go overboard. A bit of invisibility or intangibility was fine. Stuff like that didn't use enough power to show up on ghost hunting equipment at anything but point blank range, and if someone got that close he was in trouble anyway. In theory, flying didn't use much power either, but he couldn’t risk it. Not above building height anyway. Who knew what kind of crazy radar or lidar or whatever was scanning Gotham’s airspace. Batman seemed paranoid like that.

So he was stuck at ground level. Which, at the moment, meant lying in bed in his stuffy, dingy apartment, with his shirt sticking to his skin, and trying to figure out how to get a job. Thank God or the ancients or whoever was listening for Sam and Tuck. Without them, he wouldn’t be able to do that either. Wouldn’t be able to lay here on his cheap mattress and think about the awful weather, and the gloom, and how much he wanted to go flying. The apartment, and what little spending money he had at the moment, was from Sam. She’d apparently been setting aside money for years, building up an emergency fund in case something happened. She’d paid for the little apartment for a few months in advance, so he had some time to figure out what he was going to do next. The funds were going to run out eventually though, and he needed a way to make money on his own. Fortunately, he had ID, courtesy of Tucker. Very good, very fake ID, that absolutely did not say he was Danny Fenton from amity park. ID with just enough of a background and personal history attached to it to get him an apartment, and hopefully pass muster for a job interview. He also had a phone! A phone he could use to look for a job, and order food, and navigate through the labyrinth that was Gotham city without getting hopelessly lost. A phone that was subscribed to BATWATCH and the Gotham Emergency Alert System, so he could stay as far out of the way of the local vigilantes and their rogues as possible. A phone he didn't dare contact Sam or Tucker or Jazz with, in case someone was watching to see if he tried. He didn't know what he’d do without them.

Without them, he probably wouldn’t have made it out of Amity Park at all. He didn't want to think about that. The weather wasn’t the only off putting thing about the city either. Something kept almost, but not quite triggering his ghost sense. Whatever it was, it was weak. Very weak. Barely even a buzz above the background noise of the city’s own ectoplasm. But whatever it was felt… wrong. Wrong in a subtle, crawling sort of way.

He didn't want to think about that either.

So. A job. He didn't qualify for a whole lot. Couldn’t go for anything fancy, or anything that would look too far into his background. Which meant he was probably stuck with manual labor, food service, or retail. Or… well. Crime. This was Gotham. But he wanted to avoid that unless he got really, really desperate. Manual labor was probably out. He was more than strong enough in theory, but unfortunately he looked like a twig. Most people would probably take one look at him and laugh him off. And if the skinny twink started lifting things like he had super strength, it would get him labeled as a meta at the very least. Or worse. He’d made a list of stores and restaurants near his apartment to look into. A few of them were hiring, but he wasn’t sure being a cashier or shelf stocker was such a good idea. The idea of spending his entire work day under a camera made him nervous. Cameras tended to glitch out around him. It would be fine for a few minutes at a time as long as he was in human form, but the longer he stayed in the frame the worse the system would bug out. Somebody would notice that they were only glitching around him eventually, especially if they kept having the same problem even when they were replaced. And if someone was looking for the distinctive kind of anomalies that ghosts tended to produce on film, he may as well just paint a target on his back.

And someone was looking.

So. He needed a job that would keep him off camera as much as possible, that wouldn’t require lifting things he shouldn’t be able to, that didn't require any special skills or degrees, and that wouldn’t do too thorough of a background check. And that was legal. Hopefully. He was thinking of trying to do delivery. It had its own problems. For one thing, he didn't have a car. Or a bike. The bike he could get, he had enough money for that. But Gothem wasn’t the most cyclist friendly of places even if he could avoid getting it stolen. He could get around on his own fine, even without using his powers much. If he was willing to run rooftops, he could probably manage just as well if not better than any car could in the city traffic. But he didn't think that would go over well in a job interview. And there were other people running roofs in Gotham. People he’d really prefer to avoid. He hadn’t been able to think of much else he could do though. It was frustrating.

He wanted to fly. He couldn’t risk it.

Danny groaned. It was way too hot to be thinking about this tonight. He wanted to just roll over in bed and sleep, and leave worrying about the future for the morning or whenever he woke up, but it was too hot for that too. He had showered before bed, but he already felt sticky and unpleasant in the humid, slightly musty air of his tiny apartment. So he was left tossing and turning around trying to get comfortable on the crappy mattress, and trying NOT to think about why he had to be here at all. Which wasn’t working. He needed something to do. Lying here trying to sleep wasn’t doing him any good. It was just too warm.

He needed a fan.

He probably should have gotten one already to be honest. Danny just hadn't thought about it when he’d done the bare bones shopping for stuff to put in his apartment a few days ago. He did have money left over, and it’s not like it would be expensive, he could get one. Maybe there was somewhere close by that was open late enough to visit. Getting out of the apartment might clear his head, and it wasn’t like he had something better to do. He pulled out his phone. A quick google search showed a 24h CVS relatively close by. It would take him a while to get there on foot though. The mattress made a testy sound as Danny pulled himself off the floor, and then stood up and walked to the window. The low clouds outside were stained a muddy orange color by the city lights, but it wasn’t raining. The forecast had said it wouldn’t, but he wasn’t sure he trusted the weather report here yet. He looked up at the roof of the building next door. He hadn’t actually tested his theory about being able to move around faster above street level. He should probably give it a try to see if his delivery idea would even work. Checking BATWATCH showed no vigilante sightings so far, and there hadn’t been any emergency alerts tonight. He’d probably be fine going out roof running for a bit. He went to get his shoes.

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Patrol had been quiet. Oddly so. Jason didn’t like quiet. Quiet should be good. Quiet meant things were calm for once. Meant Red Hood didn't have to start breaking kneecaps to remind people that his turf was supposed to stay quiet. Crime alley was never what anyone would call peaceful, and it never stayed calm for long, but tonight had been unusually violence free. It made something in him itch. He wanted to think it was just the heat wave. It had hardly seemed to cool down at all the last few nights. The whole city had slowed down in the muggy heat, including the less upstanding citizens. Nobody wanted to be out dealing with this any more than necessary. But if there was anything that Jason had learned in all the time he’d spent in the city, it was that Gotham didn’t do quiet. He kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. But things were still going easier than usual. Most of the usual suspects were still in Arkham, (for now) the gangs were lying low, (for now) Batman was staying out of Jason's business, (for once) and everyone else was too damn miserable to bother making trouble. Jason hated it. He needed to do something. Needed to fight. Needed to move. Needed something to take his mind off Bruce, and the pit, and how damn quiet everything was being. He felt like that a lot, these days. Like he was trying to crawl out of his own skin. He could probably go on coms. Probably should go on coms. Ask if anyone else had found anything, or if they needed help. He could ask if Tim had made any progress on his case, or if Dick needed any help patrolling Bludhaven. He could just ask if someone wanted to get a burger with him. But somehow, he just... couldn't. Part of him just didn’t want to deal with them tonight. Not when he was already frustrated and cranky, and the pit was a whisper away from rousing. Not when they knew he was frustrated, and would be watching him from the corner of their eye the whole night, waiting for it to happen.

He didn’t think he could deal with that right now. Not with the way things had been going.

They probably didn’t have anything more interesting to do tonight than he did anyway. He did want that burger though. He had barely eaten before going out on his rounds, and that had been a while ago. And his gear was uncomfortably warm. He wanted a shower. Somewhat reluctantly, he started heading back towards his closest safehouse. No point in staying out just to be miserable. He might as well change into civies and go get something to eat. Jason grappled through the alley behind the place, dropped down onto the fire escape, and crawled in the window. He made sure to re-arm the traps and alarms behind him before moving deeper into the room though. He still felt on edge, and he wasn’t about to be careless, no matter how quiet it seemed.

Talking the damn helmet off felt wonderful. Peeling off his gear and climbing into a cold shower felt even better. He stood there for a while, letting the water cool him off, and tried not to think about anything in particular. It didn't work all that well.

Eventually, he managed to shut off the water, and dragged himself out of the shower to grab some fresh clothes. He did feel better now that he was clean and somewhat cool, but he still felt restless. He needed a distraction. And that burger. Jason sat down on the lumpy couch, and started lacing up his boots. It might be nice to go for a ride. Something icy cold ran up his spine. One of his alarms beeped. There was someone on the roof.

That wasn’t necessarily concerning. Lots of people could be found on the roofs in Gotham. Especially in the Bowery and Crime Alley. They were often safer than the streets, and plenty of folks used them to get around, especially the kids. And this building was almost empty, except for him. It was unlikely someone was attempting to break in. There were other reasons someone might be up there though. His building was higher than most in the area.

There had been... problems, before.

He checked his cameras. There was a young, scrawny looking guy with black hair standing near the edge of the roof, overlooking the street. Not encouraging.

Jason shivered again, feeling cold for a moment, in spite of the hot night air

He got up and headed for the stairs. _______________________________________ Running across the roofs felt nice. Nicer than slowly stewing in his room anyway. It felt nice enough that after a while, Danny had kind of stopped keeping track of where he was. He thought he was still going in the general direction of the CVS, but he wasn't sure exactly where he was relative to it. That was fine. He didn’t mind exploring, and the air out here was a bit fresher and cooler than it had been inside. He wanted to wander for a while. He’d never actually done this kind of free-running before. Amity park hadn’t been big or dense enough for it. It was kind of neat. He’d been trying to see how much he could do without using any of his powers to help. So far, it was hard enough that he had worked up a light sweat, and complicated enough to keep his mind off other things. He paused for a bit to catch his breath on a building that stuck up a few stories above the surrounding roofs. It had a view down one of the busier streets in the area, and he took a minute to look out over the city.

There were so many lights here. Way, way more than there had been back home. Streetlights and traffic lights and lights from the buildings. Cars and businesses and apartments, and the looming constellations of the towers downtown. Yet somehow, the city still felt darker than it should have. Gloom and shadows clinging to the space between lights like it was trying to snuff them out. It was pretty. In a slightly ominous, chilling kind of way. He shivered a bit. It almost looked like stars. “You ok up here buddy?”

Danny almost jumped out of his skin. It took a moment of concentration to make sure he actually came back down from said jump, instead of floating off the roof, and a moment longer to realize the embarrassingly high pitched yelping noise that he'd just heard had come from him. “Woah woah sorry!! I didn't mean to scare you!” Said the very concerned sounding man on the roof behind him. The man who had just snuck up on him. On Danny. The half ghost with super hearing. How the hell “Good God warn a guy! You scared the life outta me!” Danny sucked in a deep breath as he turned to look back across the roof, and oh dear lord he’s built like a tank pleasedontthrowmeoffthebuilding No one that big should be that sneaky. It went against several laws of nature. And possibly physics. The dude looked like he might be taller than Da- than Jack Fenton, and almost as buff. And kinda hot. And surprisingly contrite looking. “Sorry.” The guy winced a little, raising his hands slightly. “Bad habit. I wasn’t trying to sneak up on you.” He shuffled his feet a bit while Danny tried to get his heart rate back down to normal levels, (well, normal for him) and Danny caught him glancing down at something behind him. “What are you doing up here man?” “Ah, sorry! I can leave! I didn't mean to trespass or anything I was just… I needed to get out of my apartment and it was cooler out here and it seemed safer up here than down on the streets” And Danny was rambling. Great. He was probably trespassing on this dude’s roof, he sounded like a lunatic, and he was pretty sure that was a gun hiding under his shirt. “I wasn’t trying to cause any trouble!” Tank-Man waved him off. “Hey no, no it’s ok. Lots of people use the roofs in the alley. It’s more common than you’d think.” (The Alley. Danny had wandered into Crime Alley. he was on a roof with an armed guy in Crime Alley.) He didn't really look like he was gonna shoot him though. In fact he looked very concerned. “So you’re just out for some air? No other reason?” And he kept glancing behind Danny, and… oh. Yeah. He was standing on the edge of the roof, on the tallest building in the area. Shit. “Oh, no. Nothing, nothing’s wrong. Well, I mean there’s plenty wrong but nothing like…” he should just step away from the edge. Yeah. “Sorry. Wasn’t thinking about how that looked.” He took a few steps towards the middle of the roof. “I just, needed to get out and stop thinking about stuff for a while.” Tank-guy relaxed a bit, and Danny did too. “Yeah, I hear ya. Couldn’t sleep?” “Too hot. No AC and I don’t have a fan yet.” “Oof, yeah. Rough.” He looked Danny over for a second. “You new in the area? You don’t sound like you’re from Gotham.” Danny answered without thinking about it to hard. He had a tuft of bright white hair. Oddly familiar white hair. “Yeah, just moved in a few days ago.” “Ah, bad timing then. Heat’s been brutal this week.” He looked sympathetic. “It’s not normally this bad” Oh shoot, he'd been starring. “Well, that’s nice to hear.” Danny looked back out over the city, hoping that he wasn’t coming across as awkward as he felt. There was a brief pause. Mission failed. Way to go Danny. “Where’ you from?” Shit. That was not on Danny’s list of safe small talk. “Uh, I moved from out of state. Nowhere important.” Please don’t ask. No luck. The guy looked even more curious now. “Why’d you move to Gotham ?”“I, uh…” Danny faltered. “It… seemed like a change of pace.” He got an incredulous look and a chuckle for that. “Change of pace.” he almost looked impressed. “Yeah that’s a change all right.” Yeah Danny probably deserved that. “I just… I needed to get away from… stuff back home.” A lot of stuff back home. Stuff he’d been trying not to think about. “I was looking for a fresh start.” The roof went quiet for a moment. When Danny glanced back over at the guy, he found him watching him. He had pretty eyes. For a moment, he looked uncomfortably analytical, like he was figuring Danny out. Then he just looked kind of sad. “Yeah. I guess it’s good for that.” Danny’s stomach growled. Loudly. The guy’s eyebrows went up, and Danny felt like he might have died of embarrassment if it hadn't already been too late for that.

“Sorry.” He was apologizing a lot, wasn’t he? “I forgot dinner.” He had technically forgotten lunch too. And breakfast. He didn't actually need to eat as often as most people, and it was easy to ignore hunger for a while when he was busy. It tended to sneak up on him.

There had been other things on his mind for the last few days.

… “You want a burger?” “Uh” Very articulate Danny. “What?” “A burger. I missed dinner too. There’s a place down the street.” Ok wait. Time out. Going somewhere with the hot dude who had snuck up on him on a roof was not in the plan tonight. He was hungry though. Danny hesitated. His stomach growled again. Roof Guy looked amused. Danny let out a breath. Might as well just roll with it. “Sure. Why not.” Took another breath, and held out a hand. “My name’s Danny, by the way” Roof guy smiled, and shook it. “Jason.” _______________________________________ Jason quietly opened the access door to the roof, and stepped out into the muggy night air.

The possible intruder was standing on the edge nearest the street, looking concerningly melancholy. He did a quick threat assessment. Small. He had a surprising amount of muscle for looking so thin, but probably not physically a match for Jason in a fight. No weapons he could see. Looked about Jason’s age, with short, unruly black hair. Dressed in worn jeans and a NASA t-shirt that looked like it had seen better days. Looked like he’d seen better days in general. Definitely didn't look like a burglar. “You ok up here buddy?”

And the guy on the roof very nearly fell off the roof, and Jason flinched and tensed to lunge forward and catch him. “Woah woah sorry!! I didn't mean to scare you!” He must be more off his game tonight than he thought! He should know better than to startle somebody like that. Bruce had taught them better He had been trained to make noise around civilians, especially ones who were standing on the edge of roofs, Jason!!! “Good God warn a guy! You scared the life outta me!” The man, who had fortunately not fallen off the roof, pulled in a deep breath and turned to look nervously at Jason. Up close, he looked even scrawnier. Like a light breeze could pick him up and blow him away. He also looked like he hadn't slept in a week. It wasn’t quite Tim levels of bad, but there were still dark circles under his eyes.

He was also eyeing Jason like he was afraid he was gonna tackle him. Not an unreasonable assumption in Crime Alley.“Sorry.” Jason said. He raised his hands a bit and tried to look relatively non-threatening. “Bad habit. I wasn’t trying to sneak up on you.” He was still standing way, way too close to the edge of the roof for Jason’s comfort. “Ah, sorry! I can leave!” The stranger started stammering. “I didn't mean to trespass or anything I was just… I needed to get out of my apartment and it was cooler out here and it seemed safer up here than down on the streets. I wasn’t trying to cause any trouble!” “Hey no, no it’s ok. Lots of people use the roofs in the alley. It’s more common than you’d think.” It was. Just not on his roof. Climbing up here from the nearby buildings was a bit out of the way for someone just getting around. “So you’re just out for some air? No other reason?” He didn’t seem like he was here to do something drastic, but he still wanted to get him a bit farther from the edge. He still looked nervous, but the question seemed to confuse him a bit. Then he seemed to realize where Jason had been looking, and he suddenly looked alarmed instead. “Oh, no. Nothing, nothing’s wrong. Well, I mean” He paused a bit, and looked worryingly strained. “There's plenty wrong but nothing like… Sorry. Wasn’t thinking about how that looked.” He finally took a few hurried steps away from the edge, looking like he was trying to reassure Jason that he wasn’t gonna fall, or jump, off. “I just, needed to get out and stop thinking about stuff for a while.” And wow, yeah, he looked tired. “Yeah, I hear ya.” Jason could relate. He’d just been looking for a distraction, any distraction, to avoid thinking about his own problems. Looks like he’d found one. “Couldn’t sleep?” Roof man sagged a bit, somehow looking even more miserable. “Too hot. No AC and I don’t have a fan yet.” “Oof, yeah. Rough.” Jason had been slowly melting all day and he had a fan.

He took a moment to look the stranger over. He didn't think he’d ever seen him before, but something about him seemed oddly familiar. Some faint feeling of de'javu. Maybe it was the hair and the eyes, which, yeah. They were blue. Oh boy. He didn’t seem like he was familiar with the area though. There was something about his accent… “You new in the area?” He guessed. “You don’t sound like you’re from Gotham.” “Yeah, just moved in a few days ago.” “Ah, bad timing then. Heat’s been brutal this week. It’s not normally this bad.” And Jason was going on about the weather now, because he was clearly a master of small talk. “Well, that’s nice to hear.” The guy looked away awkwardly. Great. “Where’ you from?” That was a bad question, apparently. He was looking nervous again. “Uh, I moved from out of state.” His feet shuffled on the roof gravel. “Nowhere important.” Sounded like he was a ways from home. Maybe even from a small town. That had to be one hell of a culture shock, moving to any big city, let alone this one. “Why’d you move to Gotham ?”

“I, uh…” He seemed unsure how to answer that. “It… seemed like a change of pace.” “Change of pace.” Gotham? Really? “Yeah that’s a change all right.”

A wry look crossed the guy’s face at that. But then it shifted again, and he was looking back out over the city. “I just…” He stopped. Gathered himself for a moment. “ I needed to get away from… stuff back home. I was looking for a fresh start.” He sounded so, so tired. A fresh start. Yeah, Gotham could be that, if you were tough enough to survive here. Lots of people who came to Gotham were running from something. “Yeah. I guess it’s good for that.”

He wondered what this kid was running from. God. A scrawny, black haired, blue eyed kid down on his luck, with a mysterious past. He could never let Bruce see him, he'd be adopted on the spot. The stranger’s stomach growled. Jason raised his eyebrows, and the guys ears turned red. He smiled sheepishly, and chuckled. “Sorry. I forgot dinner.” That was… concerning. He didn't look like he should be missing meals. Well. Jason had been hungry. “You want a burger?” “Uh” He looked startled for a second. It was kind of cute “What?” “A burger. I missed dinner too. There’s a place down the street.” His stomach growled a second time, and the ears went even redder. Definitely cute.

Jason watched him debate something for a moment, and then his expression turned wry again. “Sure. Why not.” He turned fully towards Jason, and held out a hand. “My name’s Danny, by the way” He grinned, and shook it “Jason.” Danny’s hand was Ice cold.

#current hyper fixation #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #fanfic #jason todd #red hood #batman #dc #crossover #halfa!! jason todd #liminal! jason todd #ao3 #gotham #au #first fic ever be nice but also feel free to roast me #dead on main

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crazycatgirl420 · 8 months

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Gotham's Black Rose

Dpxdc fanfic Sam is Bruce Wayne's daughter, adopted by the Manson family. Everlasting Trio, toddler Ellie. Pharoah Tucker, Witch Sam, Space Ancient Danny. And Cujo too.

Chapter 2: Comfort and Planning

The last thing Sam wanted right now was for cameras to be flashing in her face or for reporters to be shoving mics at her. Shoving past the crowd yelling questions she didn't want to think about right now, Sam made her way towards the street.

It didn't take long for Danny to show up, motorcycle roaring down the street. His ice blue eyes glared at the noisy crowd, and they hesitated long enough for Sam to escape.

She jumped on, wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his shoulder. They pulled away from the event without a single word to her parents - adopted parents apparently- which was for the best. Sam didn't even have words for them anymore.

Danny pulled into the Foley driveway with ease. Tucker sat on the patio, laptop open to live broadcast of the Manson's adoption reveal, and Ellie sat in a specially designed play pen with puppy Cujo.

"How's Sam?" Tuck asked, muting the video as Danny walked over.

"Oh you know." Danny said. "She's confused, disappointed, scared."

Turning around, Danny gently shook Sam onto Tucker's open arms.

"What a mess," Tucker sighed. "How do you just forget to mention that?"

"No idea man," Danny said.

The only one of them with a decent childhood was Tucker, and he's got horrible past-life memories of a Pharaoh's life in Egypt to process.

"I'm gonna curse them," Sam said. "They'll never be able to keep a secret ever again,"

"You know that's gonna have more consequences than you want to be responsible for," Tucker said.

"I know," Sam said. "...Pamela will always drop her pearls and Jeremy will never find the right cufflinks Pamela wants him to wear,"

"Petty," Danny said.

Sam nodded against Tucker's shoulder, before lifting her right hand, a twisting purple energy pooling in her palm. With a snap the magic vanished, off to fulfill its purpose on the unspecting Manson couple.

Ellie squealed in the pen, clapping her hands and chanting "magic! Magic!"

"So you've cursed them, what do you want to do now?" Danny asked, sitting on the grass.

Sam sat up, relocating to sitting on the stair and between Tucker's legs. Tucker ran his hands through Sam's hair, enjoying the company of his small family despite the heavy topic at hand.

"I want to know who my biological parents are," Sam said. "I want to know why I was put up for adoption and I want to move to Gotham as soon as possible."

"I can get us transferred to a Gotham high school for our senior year," Tucker said. "We're already accepted to Gotham University,"

"I can have me and Ellie packed by this weekend," Danny said.

"It's the last month of summer vacation so it's going to be a bit of a rushed transfer, I'll follow in my jeep, it's going to take me a minute to pack my office up,"

Sam let the boys plan their move, their voices a comforting background to her swirling emotions.

Ellie would know where she came from, no matter how complicated a story it was. Sam could see it, five years from now, they'd sit her down at the dinner table and explain an evil scientist tried to clone Danny, and instead Danny got an Ellie and she's been their daughter ever since.

Why was family so complicated?

#dpxdc #Gotham's Black Rose

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phantoms-world-and-more · 6 months

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While I love a good DP x DC, I feel there is so much potential with a DPxPJ crossover.

Danny's summer is looking to be pretty boring especially with his friends not in town. Tucker is heading for a tech filled summer camp, while Sam's Grandma Ida is taking her on a road trip while they rally and protest across the country (Sam's parents think she is going to etiquette camp). So Danny is complaining about how boring his summer is going to be to Clockwork. ClockWork (who I see as being an aspect of Kronos) decides to chuck Danny into Camp Halfblood. The camp think Danny is just another halfblood maybe a child of Melinoe or another underworld god especially with some of the things he says. FYI Jack and Maddie are still his parents and he is wholly human, people at camp and even the gods are making assumptions. I think Danny would be very powerful and even be able to take on a god. I mean he did subdue Pariah Dark and put him back in is coffin, where in cannon it took about 7 ancient ghost to do that. I think at first Danny would be a little angry at CW, but at least his summer is not going to be boring and he rolls with the camp's assumptions. Because let's be real here Danny likes to troll people.

#fic prompt #daily prompt #DP x PJ

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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ASOIAF/HOTD:

Pairings:

No Conviction - Criston Cole x Aegon II🍐🟢🔫

Aegon II Targaryen

Masterlist ✨

Ser Criston Cole

Masterlist✨

Aemond Targaryen

Misunderstandings? 🟢💚

Winner takes all💚🐼

Get a load of this guy! 🟢🍐

Prince in shining silks💚🐼

Sci-fi AU🍐🟢🔫

Pass the Crown🍐

Jacaerys Velaryon

Winner takes all💚🐼

Prince in shining silks💚🐼

Cruel Summer🍐🐼

Summer Camp Au🍐🟢🐼

A little problem, a lot of patience 🍐🐼

The PR Stunt 🍐🐼

Northron Delights 🍐🐼

Viserys III Targaryen

Unwind🍐

Egotistical 🍐

Ancient Rome AU🟢🍐

Jon Snow

The crow who called wildling🍐🐼

Maegor Targaryen

Belly of the Beast🍐🟢🔫

Daeron Targaryen

Brother Fucking Incest Spectacular🍐🟢🔫

Others:

Tommy Miller (TLOU)

Little Slice o’ Heaven🍐🐼

Dirty Talk🍐🐼

Cockwarming🍐🐼

Lee Bodecker (Devil All The Time)

You can be my daddy🍐🐼

Western AU🍐🐼

Lance Tucker (The Bronze)

God of what? 🍐

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underforeversgrace · 11 months

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would you like fries with that?

DannyMay2023 Day 20: Nasty Burger

title: would you like fries with that?

words: 1217

Summary: Danny wants to enjoy a meal with his friends. The ghosts say no.

Warnings: None

AU: D-Stabilized took place in season 2, before Reality Trip

Beta: @probably-dead

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“Is that gonna be all for you today, Danny? It’s only half as much nasty as you normally get.” Valerie said with a grin, keying the order into the terminal.

Danny sighed dramatically. “It’s diet time. I’ve got to keep up my flawless figure!”

Valerie snorted in laughter, merely rolling her eyes as Danny handed her the cash. “I’ll bring it to you three when it’s ready,” she said, setting the money in the register and fishing out his change.

“You’re the best, Val!” Danny responded, grinning.

“And don’t you forget it!” She immediately shot back, mirroring his grin.

“Couldn’t if I tried.” He said honestly as he moved away from the counter, dropping his change into his wallet. “Because you’re also the best human at shooting my ass.” He muttered as he slid into the booth next to Tucker, knowing both he and Sam heard the interaction.

“One of these days you’re gonna have to stop flirting with a girl who routinely tries to murder you,” Sam said, throwing a glare in Valerie’s direction.

“And return to flirting with the girl who has murdered him twice?” Tucker asked, holding onto his chin in pretend deep thought.

“Want me to murder you too?”

“Uh… nope! Never mind! I said nothing!”

Danny laughed, enjoying the moment. It was finally summer vacation after freshman year and, despite a rocky start to the summer - what with the whole being ousted to the world and nearly experimented on by the government until he had managed to reset memories - the summer was going nicely. He’d just turned fifteen a few days ago and had a good birthday party with his friends and family. Even the ghosts had been leaving him alone recently, though he didn’t know why. He was absolutely not complaining about it! School started back in a week for sophomore year and he was really hopeful for a better school year than the previous one had been.

“If I stopped talking to people who tried to murder me, I’d have to move out from my house,” Danny joked.

“Or, you could, y’know… tell them.” Sam said, a discussion they’d had several times.

Danny just shrugged. “Eventually! We know they’ll take it okay now. But I still wanna, like, come out to them on my own terms.”

“Ah, have the gays claimed another of the few good guys?” Valerie asked, setting the tray with the trio’s food on it in.

Danny felt his cheeks heat up as a blush spread across them. “Uh, um, uh…”

Tucker, Ancients bless him, intervened. “Hey! I’m right here!”

Valerie looked at him pointedly, made a face, then returned to Danny. “Like I said, one of the few good ones?”

Danny really needed to think before he spoke in public, didn’t he? He couldn’t tell the girl he liked he was gay! “I’m… bi?” He said, trying to make it sound less like a question and more like a statement.

Valerie either didn’t notice his hesitation and took pity on him. “Ah, same.”

“You’re bi?” Sam asked, visibly more than a little surprised.

Valerie shrugged. “Guys are hot. Girls are hot. People who are neither and both are hot. What’s so shocking about that, Manson?”

“You don’t… look bi.”

“Not all bi people look like you, you know?”

Sam blushed as she was called out, mumbling something even Danny didn’t catch.

Valerie, smirking like she’d just won a battle, talked to Danny again. “I’m sure your parents’ll be fine with it, Danny. Weird as they are, they are very loving.”

Danny smiled shyly. “I know you’re right. It’s just still a lot, y’know?”

“I remember the feeling,” Valerie said. “Anyway, I’m on break, mind if I join?” She didn’t wait for a response as she slid into the seat next to Sam with a relieved sigh.

“Sure, slide right on in.” Sam said sarcastically.

“So, you guys ready for school to start next week?” Tucker asked, leading the conversation to more neutral territory.

From there, the discussion moved fairly easily, no awkward stutters or uncomfortable topics that needed to be avoided, impressive considering this was a ghost hunter, the half ghost arch enemy of said ghost hunter, and two ghost hunting sidekicks.

Well. It was going well until Danny’s ghost sense went off, a breath of blue air as ice water slid down his spine.

“What was tha-“ Valerie started, confused.

“My King!” A nasally voice called out and all four teens' heads snapped towards it, along with everyone else’s, as a cloaked ghost who was more eyeball than anything else hovered near the front entrance. “You are late!”

Danny saw Valerie tense out of the corner of his eye and was suddenly quite grateful she had chosen to sit with them for her break. She had no good excuse to run off on her own and start hunting the ghost.

He, however, had more pressing problems as the Observant floated over to him, rambling in a language Danny didn’t speak before stopping expectantly in front of him.

“My King!” The Observant said again, snapping his fingers in front of Danny’s face.

“King of the Losers, maybe,” Danny heard Dash joke a few tables over.

The Observant began to turn towards Dash, a blast growing in its hand. Danny’s brain finally kickstarted itself at that.

“King?” He asked.

The Observant sent a half formed blast towards Dash’s head, which the quarterback easily ducked under, squeaking in terror, before it returned its attention to Danny. “Yes, my King. You have missed your coronation.” It said, suddenly friendly and jovial again despite having just tried to injure someone.

“My King?” Valerie said.

“Coronation?” Sam asked.

“Aw, coronations have great food!” Tucker lamented.

“What the fuck?” Danny settled on.

“My King, did you not receive your summons?” It asked, clearly growing exasperated.

“Receive what?” Sam asked.

“My summons?” Danny asked.

“The food!” Tucker continued to mourn.

“What the fuck?” Valerie added helpfully.

“My liege, you are the High King of All Ghosts! Didn’t Cren tell you?”

“Who the fuck is Cren?” Danny asked.

The ghost - somehow - paled. “Oh no, Cren said he notified the Phantom child!”

“The fucking what?” Valerie asked, staring at Danny in confusion.

“Stop. Everyone just stop.” Tucker finally interjected, raising his hands up with his palms out. “You,” he said, pointing to the Observant, “have the wrong guy. Phantom isn’t here right now.”

If the Observant had a mouth, Danny thinks it would’ve dropped. “Phantom is right here, are you blind?” It called, gesturing towards Danny. “Danny Phantom, heir to throne of the High King of the Infinite Realms, opener of the Gateway, Bridge Between Life and Death, Savior of the Ghost Zone and Champion of the Mortals, is sitting right there!”

Danny just paled the more the Observant talked, punctuating each word while jabbing its finger towards Danny’s very much human face.

At just the perfect time, Jazz and Danielle, also human now, ran through the doors of the Nasty Burger.

“Danny!” Dani called. “I need to tell you-!” She stopped when she saw the Observant and Danny’s pale face. “Oh. I’m late.”

Sudden realization dawned onto Valerie’s face and she stared at Danny. “Oh, have you got to be kidding me right now.”

Not knowing what else to do, Danny just muttered.

“Fuck.”

#danny phantom #grace writes #dannymay2023 #danny fenton #Valerie Gray #Day 20 #Nasty Burger

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theapprenticeofthanatos · 2 years

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TAoT: Chapter 11: Off To Camp

Danny got up before the sun rose, in part thanks to the Box Ghost, but also because of his nerves. After he had called Sam and Tucker and told them about his change of plans (they agreed to cover his ghostly duties for the week), and then been attacked by Vlad, his anxiety about the coming week had kept him up the rest of the night. Thanatos hadn’t mentioned anything about Danny attending Camp Half-Blood during their training sessions. Unless he did and I just wasn’t paying attention. Danny thought as he ruffled his hair in frustration.

Danny packed a duffel bag with clothes and basic necessities for a week. He wasn’t sure what to expect at the camp, so he packed light; some clothes, toiletries, and his Ancient Greek textbook that Sam had given him. He also packed a Fenton Thermos; after all, you never know when you might run into a ghost causing trouble. Danny considered going for a quick flight to calm his nerves, but decided against it. He needed to be at home and ready to go in case Thanatos showed up early. After pulling on a hoodie, Danny shouldered his bag and walked out of his room, running into Jazz as he entered the hallway.

“Will you be okay watching the town while I’m gone?” Danny was worried that his friends and sister would not be able to get along while he was away.

“Don’t worry, Danny. We’ll be fine.” Jazz beamed. “Besides, this will give me time to work on my witty quips.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Or your aim.”

“Hey, I’m not that bad of a shot!” Jazz defended, folding her arms.

Danny remembered the first time Jazz ‘helped’ him and his friends; he had ended up in the thermos three different times in the same night. Danny sighed. “Just let Sam or Tucker use the thermos, please?”

Jazz rolled her eyes. “Alright, Danny.” Then she smiled and gave him a hug. “Be safe, okay, little brother?”

“Yeah, okay.” Danny hugged her back. “Love ya, Jazz.” He then headed downstairs.

Danny set his duffel bag down next to the front door before going into the kitchen. He should probably eat some breakfast, but he didn’t think he could keep anything down; his stomach was in knots. Danny didn’t know, like, anything about Camp Half-Blood or demigods or anything like that. He just knew that it would be a whole lot more people that he would have to hide his secret from, who would probably think he was a freak and wouldn’t accept him, and would attack him the first chance they got.

Danny sat down at the table and thumped his head against its surface.

Maddie came into the kitchen, still dressed in her pajamas. “Are you nervous about going to camp, honey?” She placed a hand on his back.

“What gave you that idea?” Danny mumbled into the table.

Maddie rubbed in a small circle on Danny’s back, comforting him like she did when he was younger. “Well, you’re sitting in the kitchen with your head on the table and no food, your bag is by the front door, and it’s almost six. Also, I’m your mother. I know when you’re nervous about something.”

“Wait, it’s almost six?!” Danny sprang up from his seat at the table. “I’ve gotta go!”

He moved to leave the kitchen, but was stopped by his mother's hand resting gently on his shoulder.

“Sweetie, are you okay?” She asked, eyes filled with motherly worry. “You don’t have to go to this camp if you don’t want to. We could work something out with a tutor, or…”

“No, Mom, that’s not it,” Danny sighed. “I want to go, I’m just… really scared of messing up and… and people not liking me. And like, not being good enough to… I just don’t want to let anyone down.”

Maddie regarded Danny with confusion. “I mean, it’s just a school summer camp of sorts, isn’t it? I doubt you’d be letting anybody down, sweetie.”

“Oh, uhh, yeah,” Danny stammered. “That’s- yeah, sorry, I-”

Maddie pulled her son into a hug. “You’ll do fine, Danny. Don’t worry.”

Danny sighed and hugged her back. “Thanks, Mom.”

Danny felt his mark begin to prickle a few seconds before the doorbell rang.

Maddie released Danny. “That must be Mr. Mors.” She and Danny walked into the living room, where Danny picked up his duffel and slung it over his shoulder. She waved to him as he opened the front door; Thanatos stood patiently at the foot of the stairs, wearing the same suit from yesterday. “Have fun, honey! Make sure to use sunscreen! And bug spray! Oh, and did you pack enough underwear? We don’t want a repeat of-”

“Okay, bye Mom!” Danny hurriedly pulled the door shut, his face red with embarrassment.

He bolted down the stairs and stopped just past Thanatos. Danny turned back to his mentor, about to ask how they were going to get to camp, but was confused to see that the god was glaring at the roof of the neighboring building. “Whatcha looking at?”

Thanatos glanced at Danny from the corner of his eye. “You seem to have a stalker, Daniel.”

“A what now?” Danny looked up and down the street, but did not see anything or anyone out of the usual. Are they invisible…? “What do they look like?”

“He ran off when he noticed I could see him, but he had blue skin, red eyes, and a rather ridiculous gray outfit.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Oh, that’s Vlad the cheesehead. He’s been trying to kill my dad, marry my mom, and make me his ‘son’ ever since I met him at my parents’ college reunion almost half a year ago.”

Thanatos frowned. “Do you want me to deal with him?”

“Nah, it’s fine. I can deal with him later.” Danny replied. He adjusted his duffel bag on his shoulder. “So, how are we getting to camp? Are we gonna fly?”

“Yes, but not in the way that you’re thinking.” Thanatos placed a hand on Danny’s shoulder and they melted into the shadows.

Danny had grown used to shadow-travel over the past few months, even though he hadn’t learned how to do it by himself yet. When they appeared in the Minnesota airport, Danny needed no time to recover.

It looked just like any other airport terminal, with restaurants and shops and waiting areas and crowds of people moving about. Nobody seemed to notice that they had just appeared in the middle of the crowd, probably due to the Mist.

“Wait, we’re taking a plane?” Danny asked, confused. “Can’t we just fly or shadow-travel over there?”

“It would be too far for you to fly, Daniel.” Thanatos replied. He started off through the terminal, and Danny followed. “And shadow-traveling would also drain much of your energy, which you will need for the coming week.”

“But isn’t the Underworld, like, way further away than Long Island?” Danny argued. “I always feel fine when we go there.”

“You are half-ghost, Daniel. As such, you are strongly connected to the Underworld, so it is not difficult for you to travel there. However, shadow-traveling in the Overworld is far more taxing on mortals such as yourself.” Thanatos looked around at the nearby restaurants. “Are you hungry?”

“What?” Danny looked up at Thanatos. “I mean… kinda, I dunno. I’m just really nervous and tired. I mean, are you hungry? Do gods need to eat?”

Thanatos smiled amusedly at Danny. “Not mortal food, and not as often as mortals. However, I like to ‘live it up’ once in a while.”

Danny groaned. “Please, don’t do that. I get enough of that from Mr. Lancer.”

Thanatos chuckled. “Regardless, you need to consume something.” He pointed to a certain green and white coffee shop. “I would recommend consuming something with a high caffeine-content.”

They joined the line for Starbucks. Danny yawned while Thanatos read the menu. The line inched forward slowly. Danny was beginning to wonder if they would even make it to the front of the line before their flight when a huge, muscular guy with short black hair and wraparound sunglasses shoved Thanatos from the side, bumping into Danny in the process.

“Move it, dweeb.” The guy jeered.

Danny clenched his fists as he felt anger flood his veins. He was ready to fight this guy, but Thanatos calmly turned to face the newcomer.

“Make me, gérontas.” Thanatos retorted, a smirk on his face. “What are you doing here, Ares?”

“Heard you got yourself a new apprentice, so I decided to check out the fresh meat.” Ares regarded Danny with a cruel glare. “Doesn’t look like much.”

“Oh, yeah?” Danny glared back. “I’ve taken down guys bigger than you, easy.”

Ares looked surprised for a second before he laughed, draping an arm across Thanatos’ shoulder. “Maybe I stand corrected! You picked a good one, ptóma.”

Thanatos shrugged Ares’ arm off. “Thank you, but I do not need your approval.”

They had reached the front of the line, and it was their turn to order. Ares ordered a short black coffee, Danny ordered a caramel hot chocolate, and Thanatos ordered a venti unicorn frappuccino. The poor barista looked like she was going to have a panic attack; Danny wondered if she was able to see through the Mist.

While they waited for their drinks, Danny watched Ares out of the corner of his eye. He felt rather wary of the god. Sam had helped Danny learn about the main Greek gods since he began his apprenticeship, so he knew who Ares was. Danny thought about the anger that he had felt when the god first showed up, and it kinda freaked him out. I’ve never gotten angry like that before… Is that a power of Ares?

Ares groaned loudly. “Geez, kid, your emotions are annoying. Whaddya want?”

Danny was taken aback. Can he read my thoughts?

“Lemme guess, you’re wondering if I can read your thoughts?” Ares asked. “Nah, but I’ve been around long enough that I can tell when someone doesn’t like me very much.”

“It’s not that I don’t like you,” Danny frowned. “I just… don’t like the whole angry vibe that I get from just being around you. Also,” He gestured to Thanatos, who had been watching their interaction quietly. “How do you two know each other?”

“What, me and old ptóma here?” Ares punched Thanatos’ shoulder playfully. “We’ve been best buds for millenia. War and Death, what better pair could there be?”

“What does that word mean?” Danny asked.

“‘Ptóma’?” Thanatos said. “It means ‘corpse’. It’s an… endearing nickname, if you will.”

Before Danny could ask any more questions, the barista from earlier came up to them with their drinks. She shook as she handed the drinks to Danny, and bowed to Thanatos and Ares before hurrying away.

“Hey!” Ares called after the barista. She froze and turned to face the god, the fear obvious in her eyes. Ares pointed to Danny. “You gonna bow to him, too? Show some respect!”

“Wait, no, that’s really not necessary-” Danny began, but the barista turned to him and bowed several times.

“I-I’m very s-sorry, so sorry, please don’t kill me!” And with that, the barista ran back into the Starbucks kiosk and ducked behind the counter.

Ares chortled with laughter as he took his coffee from Danny. “Bwah hah hah! I love mortals, they’re so afraid of everything! It never gets old. However,” He glanced at one of the clocks on the wall. “I’ll have to catch up with you later, Thanatos. Places to be, people to slaughter, you know how it is.” Ares turned to Danny. “I expect big things from you, squirt. See ya.” He saluted lazily before turning around and disappearing into the crowd of people.

Danny sighed in relief once Ares was out of sight.

“Don’t mind him, Daniel.” Thanatos sipped his frappuccino. “Ares is like that with just about everyone.”

“What, rude and a jerk?” Danny took a drink of his hot chocolate.

Thanatos nodded. “Most would describe him that way, yes.”

Danny and Thanatos walked through the terminal, passing many shops and travelers. A few people stopped and did a double take as Danny and Thanatos walked by. Danny wondered if they could see through the Mist, or if they were just looking at Thanatos’ gold vest and red shoes.

“Why do you wear red shoes, Thanatos?” Danny asked.

“Why does anyone wear shoes, Daniel?” Thanatos countered, sipping his frappuccino.

“I mean, is there a specific reason for why you wear them?” Thanatos shook his head, and Danny frowned. “Isn’t it, like, against societal norms to wear bright colors with a fancy business suit? It’s unprofessional.” Danny said with a shrug.

“I am older than society, young one.” Thanatos continued drinking his unicorn frappuccino.

Danny and Thanatos found their gate. Danny asked Thanatos about tickets; the god told him that everything was already taken care of. Danny decided not to worry about it and sat down in one of the airport chairs overlooking the tarmac, putting his duffel underneath his chair.

“When’s our flight, anyway?” Danny watched an airplane taxi down the runway, preparing for takeoff.

“It should be the next flight.” Thanatos finished his drink and threw the cup into a nearby garbage bin.

“So soon?” Danny looked at a nearby clock. It read 6:45 A.M.

“The benefits of being able to manipulate the Mist.” Thanatos took the seat next to Danny.

“Don’t we need to go through airport security first? Will the TSA stop us from boarding?” Danny’s hot chocolate cup was empty, but he still held onto it, enjoying the warmth.

“No, the Mist will prevent those types of complications so long as no one else interferes with it,” Thanatos explained.

Danny wanted to ask another question, but the sugar high from the hot chocolate was already wearing down. He closed his eyes and leaned back. There was still about twenty minutes before their flight…

Danny could have sworn his eyes were closed for only a few seconds, but it must have been several minutes, because when Thanatos tapped his shoulder, their flight was being called.

Danny stood, stretched, and grabbed his bag. The first boarding group was called, and Danny and Thanatos joined the line where people were having their tickets checked before boarding. When they got to the front, the gate attendant smiled and asked for their tickets; Thanatos smiled pleasantly in return, produced two airline tickets from his coat pocket, and handed them to the gate attendant. The attendant scanned the tickets, handed them back, and wished them a good flight.

Once they were on the plane, Danny was surprised to see that their tickets were in first class. “Wow, you really do like ‘living it up’, don’t ya?” Danny remarked as he took the window seat.

Thanatos put Danny’s bag in the overhead compartment and sat down next to him. “I chose these seats so that I would not be sitting close to mortals who may be more affected by my presence.” Thanatos adjusted his jacket. “A five hour plane trip would not be the best place to have an overwhelming sense of existential dread from the god of death being your seat companion.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” Danny peered out the window at the workers running luggage carts across the tarmac. The plane would probably be leaving soon. “So like, what can you do with the Mist? My parents were acting kinda weird when you came by the other day, did you use the Mist then?”

“Yes,” Thanatos answered. “I’ve been meaning to bring that up. When you possessed your father-”

“Ooh, yikes, I don’t like how that sounds,” Danny cringed. “I prefer to call it ‘overshadowing’. Sounds less freaky that way.”

“Very well, then.” Thanatos acquiesced. “When you overshadowed your father, I do not believe that it was the best course of action to take. I could have handled your parents on my own just using the Mist.”

“Yeah, sorry…” Danny looked away sheepishly. “I’m not really used to having help with situations like that. I didn’t really think… I guess it makes sense, you’re an immortal god with thousands of years of experience…”

Thanatos smiled kindly at Danny. “It is alright, Daniel. Thank you for trying to help, it was very kind of you.”

“Yeah…” Danny changed the subject. “That barista earlier. Nobody seemed to notice us just… appearing in the middle of the airport, which was because of the Mist, right? But she seemed like she knew who you and Ares were. She was pretty freaked out.”

“The barista was a demigod.” Thanatos replied. “Which means she is able to see through the Mist more clearly than most other mortals.”

“Cool!” Danny commented. “Who’s her godly parent? Wait, is that rude to ask?”

“I do not know. Most demigods do not know who their godly parent is, so it can be a sensitive subject for some.” Thanatos replied.

Danny nodded in understanding. The last of the passengers had boarded the plane while the two of them had been talking, and the plane now rumbled as it began to pick up speed on the runway. Danny’s eyelids grew heavy as he watched the plane take off through the window, and by the time the plane had broken through the clouds, Danny had fallen asleep on Thanatos’ shoulder.

“Daniel?” Danny blearily opened his eyes. Thanatos was standing in the aisle, Danny’s bag slung over his shoulder. “It’s time to get off the plane.”

Danny rubbed his eyes and stood up. “How long was I out?”

“Since the plane took off.” Thanatos replied. He raised an eyebrow, a little smirk on his lips. “You talk in your sleep, did you know that?”

Danny’s face burned with embarrassment as he walked down the aisle. “Oh gosh, do I even wanna know what I said?”

“You said something about you and Samantha-” Thanatos began before Danny interrupted him.

“Nope, nope, nope!” Danny hurried off the plane. “Nope, no thank you, just forget whatever I said, please.” Danny was certain his face was as red as Thanatos' shoes by the time he made it to the beginning of the jet-walk.

Danny heard Thanatos chuckling behind him as he exited the jet-way into the JFK airport. Once inside, Danny asked how they were going to get to camp as they walked briskly through the crowds of travelers.

“We are close enough to fly,” Thanatos answered. “Are you feeling up to it, Daniel?”

Danny stretched. “Yeah, that nap did me some good.”

Thanatos pushed open an exit door near the food court and they stepped into the sunlight.

Danny looked around. He could see the skyscrapers of New York City in the distance. “So, where’s the camp, anyways?”

Thanatos pointed to the east. “It’s at the very tip of Long Island. It should only take us about thirty minutes to get there.”

Danny walked over to a covered area that had no windows. He looked around to make sure there were no people around. Seeing that he was alone, he threw his arms up and shouted, “I’m going ghost!” as he transformed.

However, in his tired state of mind, Danny had forgotten that Thanatos was right behind him. That is, until he heard a loud, unrestrained snort followed by laughter from the god. Danny wanted to melt into the ground and disappear as he slowly turned around to see Thanatos with a hand over his mouth and an amused glint in his eyes, chuckling heartily at Danny’s catchphrase. Danny’s face burned a bright green and he dropped his head into his hands; this day couldn’t get any worse, could it?

“Please, kill me now…” Danny muttered as Thanatos’ laughter died down.

“Are you sure?” Thanatos asked mischievously.

“What?” Danny looked up at him in confusion before the words processed. “Wait, no- oh my gosh, is this because of the frappuccino? Can gods get a sugar rush?”

Thanatos chuckled again as his jacket shifted and morphed into his wings. “My, my, this has been a most entertaining day.”

“Yeah, at my expense!” Danny groaned exasperatedly. He took his duffel from Thanatos and slung it over his head. “Let’s just go before I can embarrass myself more…”

As Danny and Thanatos got closer to their destination, Danny’s rising anxiety about going to camp began to get the better of him. He fell behind Thanatos and slowed to a stop, hundreds of feet above the trees. Danny hugged himself tightly and looked back the way they had come. Maybe I should just turn around, go back to Amity Park. I… I was handling the ghosts just fine before, I’ll just…

“Daniel?” Thanatos had turned around and was looking at Danny with a worried expression. “What’s wrong?”

Danny wouldn’t meet Thanatos’ eyes. “I… I don’t think that this is a good idea. I’m… not a half-blood, and I don’t know anything about any of this! I’ll just be a freak, an outsider; there’ll just be even more people that I have to keep my ghost half a secret from. And if they find out, they could attack me. You never even told me that I’d be going here! Why… why can’t you just keep teaching me by yourself?”

“Daniel,” Thanatos flew closer and reached a hand out to Danny, but the halfa darted away from him. “You are not a freak. Not to your friends, nor your sister. Not to me.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cuz you’re my mentor.” Danny muttered, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

“Yes, but I am also saying it because it is true.” Thanatos moved into Danny’s line of sight, but Danny turned away. “You are a very special child.”

“But why are you sending me to a camp for half-bloods, when I’m not even a half-blood? Why can’t you just train me yourself?!” Tears started rolling down Danny’s cheeks.

“You are a grandchild of a half-blood; one of Hades’ own mortal children. You will fit in with the other members of the camp.” Thanatos grabbed Danny by the arms, holding him gently but firmly in place. “And I cannot always be there to teach you. My job keeps me very busy. I would have told you that you would be going to camp after it was all sorted out, but this visit was a rather last minute decision and there simply wasn’t time. I have spoken with Chiron and he has agreed to train you this week, as well as over the summer.” Thanatos pulled Danny into a hug. “I will still be here for you, should you need anything while you are at camp.”

Danny was still for a few moments as Thanatos held him tight. Finally, he hugged him back, feeling the beat of Thanatos’ wings against the air. “… thank you.”

Danny and Thanatos landed at the base of a hill that had a tall pine tree at its top. Danny saw what appeared to be a pile of copper coils wrapped around the tree’s base. Thanatos’ wings transformed back into his jacket while Danny ducked behind a tree and changed back into his human form. Danny adjusted his duffel bag on his shoulder as they started up the hill.

A middle-aged man in a wheelchair came over the hillcrest just as they reached the base of the tree. As they approached him, Danny did a double take at the coils. Wait, is that a dragon?

“Greetings, Lord Thanatos.” The man welcomed when they were close.

First: Prologue

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playedcrowd5610 · 3 years

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Danny Phantom Head Canons -Part 4

This is part 4 of my Danny Phantom head canons! I hope you enjoy! ^^

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

61. Sometimes if Sam is really annoyed with Danny she will threaten to put Danny in the thermos.

62. During the summer Danny’s friends and sister use him as a walking air conditioner, following him around and asking him to make himself colder for them

63. Jazz learned how to drive the GAV, and Danny didn’t because he thinks flying is better.

64. Danny doesn't like to overshadow people, it is his least favorite power after the Freakshow incident. He hates the idea of taking away someone's free will.

65. If Danny uses his ghostly wail in his human form he can’t talk for a week as it would have shredded his vocal cords.

66. Danny has tons of scars all over his body, he is very self conscious about taking off his shirt around other people. The scars include: claw marks, burn marks, weapon marks (stab wounds and cuts), and large bruises. He also has one more prominent scar in the shape of a lightning strike spreading up his left arm from where he got electrocuted and died. It looks very faint in his human form but much more noticeable in his ghost form if he uncovers his arm.

67. Princess Dora is really skilled in using a sword, and is completely self taught.

68. Danny’s favorite colour is Red, but Phantom’s favorite colour is blue. For some reason they have different favorite colours and Danny doesn't know why.

69. When Danny is being affectionate his core purrs, Sam and Tucker often joke about it.

70. Ghosts get very defensive about their deaths and obsessions. You never ask a ghost how they died, you WILL regret it. It is uncommon for a ghost not to attack you if you ask.

71. Sometimes Box Ghost and Lunch Lady drop off their daughter Box lunch with Phantom to babysit. Sometimes Danny brings her over to hang out with Sam as she is much better at taking care of kids than Danny is. Box lunch likes to call her Auntie Sam

72. Sometimes Johnny comes to check on Danny and make sure he is okay with his parents, and make sure he is safe. As Johnny had bad parents as well, he feels for Danny having ghost hunting parents.

73. If Danny is extremely exhausted Skulker will stop mid fight to ask if he is okay. If Danny says he is fine they will continue fighting. But if something really bad happens Skulker will leave Danny alone, saying that he will only fight the best and wait till Danny is better.

74. Cujo follows Danny around because Danny was the first ghost (being like him) that he ever met after he died. They are now bonded and Cujo can track him anywhere.

75. All of the other ghosts call Cujo Phantom’s dog, but Danny always denies it saying that Cujo just really likes him. He’s not fooling anybody.

76. There are only two types of cores, fire and Ice, fire is much more common of a core and 95% of ghosts will be fire core ghosts. Also depending on the ghosts specialty, fire core ghosts can control electricity/lightning. Examples are Technus controlling Technology and Pandora shooting lighting.

77. Vortex has a rare thing that is known as a split core. A fire and ice core. He can use these to control all of the elements. And when he splits himself in half, one half can control only fire core elements and the other half can only control Ice core things. Both halves are their respective colors of red and blue and slightly smaller than his normal green form.

78. The far frozen is too cold for fire core ghosts to go to for long periods of time. If they are there too long they can get sick and need to get back to their lair/haunt to recharge.

79. Most ghosts do not know that Danny has met Clockwork, and some of them think the master of time is a myth.

80. Most ghosts often use quotes like ‘Clockwork be with you’ or ‘Thank the Ancients’. Including Danny.

81. Seeing as Danny had defeated Pariah dark in a battle he technically has full rights to take over the throne but Danny doesn't want to do this because he sees it as controlling other people, he sees that everyone else was already doing just fine on their own so he decides to leave them be, and they are extremely grateful for that.

This was part 4 of some of my DP head cannons. Please tell me if you want to see more, and what you thought of them. <3

And also, what are some of your own Danny phantom head canons? I would love to hear about them!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

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strawberrycamel · 2 years

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Please tell me about Clocky McCuckwork. I've gotta know.

>:)

okay this is some of what i have written for it:

"No way, nuh uh; I'm not doing this right now." He jabbed a finger at the ceiling. "Send me back right this second or I swear to every single Ancient past, present, and future, that your afterlife will be a living hell."

The small crowd that had gathered below him were standing ready, silently nodding to each other or him every so often. The crowd's use of telepathy was noted, but ignored in favor of more yelling.

"When I agreed to help you out over the summer I didn't mean right after school was over! You know I had plans today!" A brief moment of silence passed.

"Stop ignoring me, you cuck!" The next second he was face down on the polished tile.

“Um, excuse me, but… who are you?” one of them spoke, confusion and wariness evident in their tone. Danny sighed.

“My name is Danny Phantom, and I've come on behalf of Clockwork the cu-” he cut himself off as his form looked like it glitched again.

Danny continued, now rubbing his head, “I’ve come on behalf of Clockwork to fix your time problems. So lay ‘em on me.” He lazily waved his hand around as he spoke, finally resting it back on the floor.

“Uh huh… and what exactly do you mean by ‘time problems’?” Danny shrugged as he floated back up to face the group.

“I don't know; they just said to fix ‘em.” A letter appeared on the table behind the group, drawing the boy’s eyes and a few others followed his gaze. Superman picked it up.

“Okay, that definitely wasn’t there before, right?” Flash said.

“Indeed, yet the boy has not moved and I do not sense the presence of any other unfamiliar minds.”

“Yeah, you probably won’t be able to sense him even if he was having a normal conversation with you. Some ghosts have natural defenses to psychic abilities and Clocky’s definitely one of them.” He held out a hand. “Now hand it over so I can read it.”

The kryptonian raised an eyebrow and turned the envelope around to display the words ‘To: Justice League’ in cursive followed by a stamp of a blue gear with ‘C.W.’ in the centre. Danny groaned.

“Fine. You read it. I’m gonna go figure out what your time problem is.”

but this is a Danny Phantom and Young Justice crossover where Danny gets plopped into the YJ universe to help them with some 'time problem' they don't know about and being bitter about it most of the time because he missed a Humpty Dumpty concert or something with Sam and Tucker

also, not super important, but Kid Flash has the Westons as cousins in this universe lmao

#ask #answered #cleanlenins #thanks for the ask lenn!#man i completely forgot about this wip until now lmao

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All pairings are James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers unless otherwise indicated and everything should be in the order it was posted.

** Explicit ❗ Additional Warnings

All Fics On AO3

Snag a ‘Mallow (100 words)

S'mores (Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski) — Derek feeds Stiles so many s'mores that Stiles has to ask him to slow down and both of them notice Stiles recent weight gain.

Too Fat for Last Year’s Swimsuit (Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski) — Stiles squeezes into last year's swim shorts and is a cocky little shit. Derek enjoys the view.

Too Fat for the Kayak (Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski) — Stiles drags Derek to go kayaking, but he forgets to take Derek's weight into account.

Original S'more (100-500 words)

**Cabin Fever — The summer heat gets to Bucky, and he tries to defy Steve's orders to eat when he is told. Steve tries to get Bucky to appreciate all his hard work. His baby girl’s new tits in particular. ❗ Forced Feminization, Mildly Dubious Consent

Soaking Up The Sun — Steve and Bucky enjoy a lazy day on the beach. Bucky takes a well-deserved nap and Steve enjoys the view of Bucky's fatter body.

**Eating Contest [Part 2] — James Buchanan Barnes is not above exploiting Steve's competitive streak for his own gain. Well, Steve's gain really.

Prank War — Steve has been pulled into a prank war with Tony. Well, less of a real prank war and more of a 'Tony Stark having fun seeing people in compromising positions' type of prank war. Bucky tries to stay out of it, but now has to deal with a high Steve after he ate an edible.

Going For A Hike — Steve and Bucky go hiking. Bucky is more concerned with the food than the scenery.

Too Fat For The Life Jacket — Bucky wants to take Steve jetskiing, but his plan is thwarted by too small life-jacket sizing.

A Little Extra (500-1,000 words)

Fat Camp & Summer Camp [Part 2] (Steve Rogers/Lance Tucker) — Two summer camps, both alike in mischief, In fair Dallas, Texas, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where teenage angst drives adults up the wall.

Skinny dipping & Sitting by the campfire (Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov) — Wanda and Natasha spend an extra day at the lakeside cabin they had stayed undercover at.

Tubing & Sitting On The Dock — Steve spends a day at the lake with his fellow Avengers and just takes in how they've changed over the past year.

Greased Watermelon Wrestling & Too Fat for the Cabin — Bucky's been attending fat camp every year since he outgrew the scales at the doctor's office. A vain attempt by his parents to get him to lose weight, but every year he comes back even fatter. Could one of the camp counsellors be helping him cheat on his diet? (Part 2 of my Fat Camp AU)

Inflated Cushion Launcher & Cannonball Contest (Gen) — The Avengers enjoy their retirement with a vacation at the lake. Bruce feels insecure about his weight gain, but Steve assures him that he's happy to see everyone settling into their retirement.

Camping Trip & Too Big For The Sleeping Bag — Bucky takes Steve on a camping trip, tries to impress him by pointing out constellations and finds out he's too fat for his sleeping bag.

Pile It On (1,000-2,500 words)

**Pile It On — Having helped Steve finally snatch the beach volleyball trophy from Stark, Bucky burned a lot of calories and deserves a very thorough stuffing from Steve. There's just one problem: Steve is a counsellor at the fat camp, where Bucky is supposed to be losing weight. (Part 1 of my Fat Camp AU)

**The Black Widow Strikes At The Power Broker (Sharon Carter/Natasha Romanov) — Natasha doesn't realize she's in over her head when she tries to seduce Sharon Carter, to get concrete evidence that she's the Power Broker.

**Good Boy Bucky [Part 2] — Sometimes Bucky just needs to be a good boy for Steve.

Summer Lovin' (Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski) — Three times Stiles ate his feelings and the one time he confessed them.

(Get Your Kicks On) Route 66 (Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski) — Stiles and Derek enjoy their first vacation together. Stiles suggests they take on various food challenges to save money while on the road. However, Derek's werewolf metabolism deals with the excess food a lot better than Siles' strictly human one.

Cram It In (2,500+ words)

**Too Fat for Fat Camp [Part 2] — Bucky gains a lot of weight during lockdown because there isn't much to do but sit around and eat. When he arrives at his annual fat camp counsellor Steve is absolutely shocked at his size. Is Bucky Barnes finally too fat for fat camp? ❗ Extreme Weight Gain, Superchub!Bucky (AO3) (Part 3 of my Fat Camp AU)

#I finally made a masterlist for all my writing #masterlist #chubby bucky #chubby steve #chubby stiles #get beached #I made this :D #Get Beached 2021

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Howdy Yall, workin on a story, and have realized I need to draw designs. SO- not including the Ancient of Time: Clockwork the Endless, the Ancient of Space: Phantom the Gatekeeper, Ancient of Light: Pandora, Guardian of Hope OR Batman himself, now the new Ancient of Darkness,

(Do Keep In Mind that Not Everyone Originated From the Same Dimensions)

Not part of the pole but also here as part of the Ancients: Ancient of Dreams: Nocturne, Son of Morpheus Ancient of Autumn: Fright Knight of Samhain Ancient of Winter: Frostbite of Healing Frost Ancient of Life: Overgrowth, Son of Gaia

#dcxdp #dpxdc #new ancient of darkness au #ancients #danny phantom ancients #question #why yes this is Battinson bruce #original ancients #original ghost characters #and some not so original characters #poll #the new ancient of darkness au #batman becomes the new ancient of darkness au

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Constellations Ch. 2

(Yes it finally has a title. Yes this is ending up multi chaptered. Yes there’s another part I’m writing. Yes I already have an outline for a vague plot....Yes I’m still blaming @ladylynse for this XD)

Prev. Chapter - Next Chapter

Danny was very much unprepared and underdressed for the time when some wizards fell out of his fireplace.

He paused in the doorway, spoon still in his mouth and cheeks full of cereal, as his brother stood up and brushed the soot off him with a displeased nose scrunch.

Danny swallowed. "And you couldn't just use the door?"

Honestly they're lucky his parents had left to chase down the Box Ghost earlier. Otherwise they'd be covered in a lot more than soot and ash.

Danny couldn't help the snort that escaped at the mental picture of Draco covered in ectoplasm and boiling in rage.

Draco narrowed his eyes, seeming to pick up that Danny was making fun of him. "Using the Floo was quicker."

"....quicker than walking through the door."

"It's a wizard thing you wouldn't understand." Draco snapped back, his go to response whenever he couldn't argue against Danny's logic at the moment.

"Uh huh. Anyways what are you doing here?" Danny asked, "You aren't supposed to be here for another two weeks."

Which was time previously planned for Draco to prepare for his summer in America while Danny finished school. Spend the two weeks after Hogwarts let out recuperating and making public appearances with his parents, then spend the rest of the summer with the Fentons.

Actually now that Danny was looking, it seemed Draco had come straight from school. His hair was lacking half its gel, he was still wearing his green tie, and his robes were a very boring black as opposed to the various greys and blues he flaunted around in the previous summer.

“Denebola, pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.” Drawled the man standing behind Draco.

“Hello creepy man that I have never met before,” Danny said, echoing his tone.

Draco choked on air as the discount Kylo Ren sneered at him.

“This is Professor Snape Danny.” A familiar please-don’t-say-anything-that-will-get-us-in-trouble tone coloring Draco’s words. “My godfather.”

Oh the potion guy. Danny remembers Draco talking about him now. He was friends with Draco’s parents, which didn’t really impress Danny that much as all of the Malfoy’s friends seemed to be really rich snobs or really racist. Mostly both.

But he was Draco’s godfather, the reason he got into potions, his favorite professor and someone Draco would willingly go to get advice from. So, Danny decided to reserve judgement till he met him. Well….he met him.

Danny looked Draco dead in the eyes, “My apologies.”

Draco closed his eyes in mortification, which made Danny grin internally. They were really getting the hang of the whole ‘speaking without talking to each other twin thing’.

Professor Snape just scowled at him. “Where are the….muggles?" Disdain dripped off his words, instantly making Danny defensive. He had heard enough at Malfoy Manor about disgraceful, savage muggles from Lucius. Even Draco had echoed his father till Danny dragged him kicking and screaming into being a slightly decent person.

"My parents," Danny said, stressing the word, "Are working right now."

Okay maybe they were just being their usual trigger happy selves and running after Boxy, but there was no way he was telling Professor Snape that without it leading to an hour long discussion about ghosts. And Danny did not have time for that. He shoved a giant spoonful of cereal in his mouth as he met Professor Snape's eyes and-huh.

Draco never told Danny his godfather could read minds. He could feel the light brushes of a foreign mind attempting to gleam information from his surface thoughts. Danny didn't know if it was his wizard ancestry or halfa weirdness that made him sensitive to this kind of stuff. Either way, it was useful in keeping his secrets in his head from privacy invading school teachers.

Danny glowered at Snape and immediately thought of Rick Astley's Never Gonna Give You Up music video.

The two of them stared at each other for a minute, making Draco more and more anxious as no one said anything.

Finally Snape broke contact, "Where should his things go?"

Danny tried very hard not to smirk after winning that staring contest, "You can just leave them here, we'll get them later."

With one last displeased sneer, Snape turned to Draco. "I'm needed back at Hogwarts. I trust you are in good hands."

Draco nodded, still looking tense and anxious as hell.

Snape walked back to the fireplace. He paused next to Draco, "Take care of yourself Draco."

Draco softened under his glare, "I will Professor. Thank you."

Snape nodded and shot one more glare at Danny, who still had Rick Astley echoing in his head, before vanishing into the fireplace in a swirl of green fire.

Draco turned back to Danny and said, "You stress me out."

Danny snorted before walking back into the kitchen to put his bowl in the sink. Draco followed after him, looking at all the kitchen appliances with a barely hidden curious look.

"Something else we have in common."

"What are you wearing?" He asked with a nose scrunched in displeasure.

Danny shot him a look, "My pajamas, cause I just woke up. I haven't finished getting ready for school. You should probably change too."

"Why?"

Danny started for the stairs, Draco still following at his heels. "You can't wear robes to public school. I think you can fit in my jeans."

"What?!" Draco screeched, halting at the bottom of the stairs, "I'm not going to muggle school with you!"

"It's either that or stay here by yourself for hours." Danny said as he paused outside his room. Draco scrambled up after him. "Cause my parents won't be home for a couple more hours, after which you'll be alone with them till I get home."

Danny smirked at him, "My parents are going to be thrilled to see you, can you really handle their enthusiasm all by yourself?"

Draco could barely stand Danny showing various forms of physical affection, as proven last summer when Danny would throw an arm around Draco's shoulders and almost get hexed. And Ancients forbid Danny try to hug him. Draco might actually lose the wand and just punch him. Danny had spent most of their correspondence over the school year prepping Draco for the Fenton welcome wagon so he wouldn't hiss like a cat when he gets hugged. Okay, and maybe Danny just wanted to see his overdramatic brother's face as he is subjected to his parent's bear hugs.

Draco scowled at him, "Fine. But I'm not wearing any jeans."

Draco stomped into Danny's room and slammed the door in his face. He heard the lock click as it was shut.

"Hey! I still gotta get dressed!" Danny banged on the door, "C'mon Drake it's still my room!"

Danny groaned before walking over to the bathroom. He phased through the wall and landed on the fire escape. It took a few minutes, but he eventually maneuvered to his window and slipped in.

Draco had dug into Danny's closet and pulled out the most dressy tux Danny owned and was in the middle of putting it on.

"You are not wearing that."

Draco scowled at him, "It’s bad enough I'm lowering myself by going with you-”

“Lowering yourself?”

“-But,” he said loudly, “I absolutely refuse to wear common muggle wear. If I’m going to this school, I will not look anything less than my absolute best.”

Danny stared at him. “Drake you will be thrown into the dumpster if you wear that to my school. Let me just-”

Danny jumped on him, trying to remove the suit jacket from a struggling Draco. Draco shouted and tried to twist away, only for Danny to pull it over his head. Once Draco was out of sight, and swearing loudly at him, Danny subtly used his intangibility to yank it off him. And if he happened to remove all of Draco’s hair gel that he used to keep his hair slicked back….well, that would have gotten him thrown in a dumpster as well.

Danny tried not to laugh as Draco glared at him, his hair fluffed up and looking vaguely like an angry kitten.

"Do you know how long it takes me to fix my hair? I have to completely redo it now! And how'd you get that off me?" He pointed at the jacket Danny was throwing back in his closet.

Danny grinned at him, "Magic."

Draco gave him a flat look.

"Anyway we've got to go, otherwise I'm gonna be late again, and get detention again, and you'll be forced to either walk home by yourself or stay at school with me."

Somehow Danny had managed to get dressed and drag Draco out the door with him, texting Sam and Tucker his plans to walk so they could meet up on the way.

"What is that?" Draco leaned over to squint at the phone in Danny's hand.

"My phone. I told you about it last summer."

Draco hummed, "I thought it was broken?"

"Yeah, cause your magic blew it up. My parents fixed it." Danny shoved his phone back in his pocket like Draco was about to blow it up again. "Now what happened?"

Draco shot him a glance, before letting his eyes flicker around them. "I did try to tell you muggle 'technology' and magic doesn't always go together."

"Drake, you know that's not what I mean." He said softly.

Draco was silent, his jaw clenched and his hands shaking before he shoved them in his pockets.

They walked in silence for a while.

"You'll get hurt."

Danny looked at him.

"I…." Draco sighed, "I've never…."

Danny waited silently for him to get the words out on his own, knowing that pushing him will only make him clam up.

"You aren't like us. And I don't mean that in any bad way!" He said quickly when he saw Danny's face. "But you know what my parents are like, and their friends are so much worse, and you're the first person I've ever had to worry about. I just want you to be safe."

Oh Ancients, that was a lot to unpack there.

Danny had known something had happened during school. The two of them spent the school year exchanging letters, both of them wanting to stay in contact. Danny would tell him about his school, and his parents' antics, and explain random muggle technology to get Draco prepared for his summer with the Fentons.

Meanwhile, Draco had complained at length about Potter and a tournament and Potter being insufferable about a tournament. There was a furious letter about being turned into a ferret and how Potter and his friends keep bringing it up. Draco sent him about three feet of parchment around Christmas just making fun of Potter at a dance and how horrible he was. There was a lot about some famous Quidditch guy and then a lot about Potter’s friend stealing the famous Quidditch guy.

Draco complained about Potter a lot, okay?

But Draco never sent him a letter about the tournament results or if Potter got eaten by a bog witch or whatever it was he was hoping for the last task. He just showed up, two weeks early and clearly shaken about whatever it was that happened.

That isn’t a good sign at all. And Danny had eavesdropped enough last summer to get a decent idea as to what was going on.

“This is….this is about him isn’t it?”

Draco flinched, which was enough answer for him. Danny let out a breath.

“We can-we can talk about this later. I care about you too Drake, and I know your family is neck deep in this mess.” Danny bumped his shoulder, “You’re safe here, that’s why Narcissa sent you here right?”

Draco leaned against his brother’s shoulder, eyes still flitting across the street and his jaw clenched. “Yeah. We’re safe here.”

#queen will write #dp twin au #harry potter #draco malfoy #danny phantom #danny fenton #crossover #constellations fic #oh boy here we go #....this is coming out a little angsty #hmmm....that was not supposed to happen #i know five-rivers is writing a fic too #but we seem to be going different directions with it #they're bringing danny to the wizarding world #i'm shoving malfoy at the muggle one #oh i haven't even got to the part where he actually goes to the school #*rubs my hands maniacally*#this is gonna be fun

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Ectober Day 17: Catacombs

Read on AO3

This takes place within the world of my multi-chapter story, Time for Change. This story can be read separately, no extra context needed, but if you’re interested in checking it out, you can find it on AO3 here.

Sam said goodbye to her parents for the day, leaving the fancy hotel before she’d even had a chance to grab breakfast. Cafe’s were easy to come by and while it probably wouldn’t be 5 star dining, her parents wouldn’t be there to hover over her and insist that she accompany her mother shopping for the day. She had much better plans with the book she’d purchased the day before.

The table she picked was in a quiet back corner of the cafe and she settled in with a strong tea and a vegan muffin. She carefully pulled her laptop and books out of her bag ready for a soothing day of research. It was comfortingly familiar, flipping through ancient books from the Skulk and Lurk, trying to sort fact from fiction; she missed it. Paris was nice, but she was getting tired of being dragged all over Europe this summer on her father’s business trip. Her parents wanted to force her to experience the culture their way, but she’d been avoiding them whenever she could to explore like a local. At least this was their last stop. It was also the stop she’d been looking forward to all summer. The Catacombs were fascinating, full of ghost stories and old legends, and she couldn’t wait to investigate.

She cracked the large tome open to the page she’d bookmarked last night while she skimmed for promising stories. The story detailed a camcorder that was found abandoned in the catacombs by a group of amatuer explorers. It contained footage of a man who seemed to have gotten lost deep in the tunnels when he saw something that terrified him enough to leave his camera and run. According to the book, the area of the tunnels shown in the footage was known as the Gates of Hell. That particular piece of information was what had caught Sam’s attention.

Even before the ghosts had shown up in Amity Park, Sam considered herself open to the possibility of the supernatural. The Fenton’s ghost portal had only confirmed her long held beliefs. In the last several years of ghost hunting that she’d been pulled into, she’d learned more than she ever could have imagined and itched to learn more. Her leading theory on the catacombs was that it contained a natural portal to the Ghost Zone, or Infinite Realms as some of the older ghosts called it. Some of the references in her most reliable books back home talked about areas of the Ghost Zone that were referred to as “Hell” by humans who’d mistakenly wandered through a portal.

It was a strong theory, but she wanted to make sure there was plenty of evidence to bring back to Amity Park and share with Danny and Tucker. Hopefully, she could convince them to help her look for the portal from the Ghost Zone side. It could give them exclusive access to one of the most infamously haunted sites in Europe. The key would be figuring out how to find the portal in the vast expanse of the Ghost Zone. One of the many books she’d picked up would hopefully have the answer. A shiver of excitement ran up her spine as she opened up her laptop for notes.

#sam manson #Ectober Month 2021 #Ectoberhaunt 2021 #Ectoberhaunt Treat #Ectober Day 17: Jump Scare vs Found Footage #Found Footage #danny phantom

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goliath-de-senfina-sango · 3 years

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Relic

Ectober 12,021, Anthropocine Era, ao3 shout out snd thanks to whoever wrote scp 6500, I may have bren listening to the exploring series read out your SCiP during ectober

Sitting in the grass, back to a tree in the park, Sam sighed and flipped once more through the book that had saved all the universe from the latest catastrophy. She looked up at her best friends, both of whom were engaged in a fierce thumbwar, and cleared her throat. “Guys, I know that after dealing with Freakshow, you both wanna just stay here in Amity and relax for the whole summer…”

“You’re right, that sounds great, right Danny? I’d love to do that.”

“Yeah, sounds amazing, but I hear a ‘but’ in there somewhere.”

“The Reality Gauntlet was powerful but it wasn’t the only relic in Showenhower’s book. There’s some stuff in here that, if it fell into the wrong hands, could seriously mess up the whole world.”

Tucker sighed and groaned. “We don’t know if Freakshow has any messed up family members out on the hunt for these things, either.”

“Lemme guess,” Danny drawled, beating Tucker in the thumb war with a fist pump. “You want us to go on a relic hunting road trip? What about Amity Park?”

“Valerie can handle the ghosts, half of them that come here will be bored without you to antagonize, and the first relic were after should handle any travel issues we may have.” Sam flipped to the page titled Homecoming Map. “It’s a medallion that can find anything, person, or place ‘within the living realm’. Probably can’t get us anywhere in the Ghost Zone but it’d still come in real handy finding the others.”

“The others which are almost certainly behind vaults in cave systems and dungeons and magical pocket dimensions? Those others?”

“Think you’re not smart enough for ancient riddles, Tuck?”

“You dare doubt mua? Plus, if we’re doing that, I’m gonna grab my own relic.”

“Dude, I thought you returned that to the museum? And Sam, do you think we can use this medalion to go into space?”

“Who knows, Danny? We gotta find it to find out.”

#Danny Phantom #Ectober 2021 #Sam Manson #Tucker Foley #Danny Fenton #scp 6500 #Relic #Rexy Writes #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #phanfiction #phanfic #fanphiction #fanphic #phanphiction #phanphic #phic

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an endearing marxist syllabus

Summer and Fall/Autumn 2021 – Winter 2022

I. What is the Left? – What is Marxism?

Thursdays, starting July 29th 6:00 - 8:00 p.m. SEC Plaza, Memorial Union, Oregon State University 2501 SW Jefferson Way, Corvallis, OR 97331

• required / + recommended reading

Marx and Engels readings pp. from Robert C. Tucker, ed., Marx-Engels Reader (Norton 2nd ed., 1978)

Week A. Introduction: Capital in history | Jul. 29, 2021

• Max Horkheimer, "The little man and the philosophy of freedom" (1926–31)

• epigraphs on modern history and freedom by Louis Menand (on Marx and Engels), Karl Marx, on "becoming" (from the Grundrisse, 1857–58), and Peter Preuss (on history)

+ Being and becoming (freedom in transformation) chart of terms

• Chris Cutrone, "Capital in history" (2008)

+ Capital in history timeline and chart of terms

+ video of Communist University 2011 London presentation

+ Capitalist contradiction chart of terms

• Cutrone, "The Marxist hypothesis" (2010)

• Cutrone, “Class consciousness (from a Marxist persective) today” (2012)

+ G.M. Tamas, "Telling the truth about class" [HTML] (2007)

+ Robert Pippin, "On Critical Theory" (2004)

+ Rainer Maria Rilke, "Archaic Torso of Apollo" (1908)

Week B. 1960s New Left I. Neo-Marxism | Aug. 5, 2021

• Martin Nicolaus, “The unknown Marx” (1968)

+ Commodity form chart of terms

+ Capitalist contradiction chart of terms

+ Organic composition of capital chart of terms

+ Marx on surplus-value chart of terms

• Theodor W. Adorno, “Late Capitalism or Industrial Society?” (AKA “Is Marx Obsolete?”) (1968)

• Moishe Postone, “Necessity, labor, and time” (1978)

+ Postone, “Interview: Marx after Marxism” (2008)

+ Postone, “History and helplessness: Mass mobilization and contemporary forms of anticapitalism” (2006)

+ Postone, “Theorizing the contemporary world: Brenner, Arrighi, Harvey” (2006)

Week C. 1960s New Left II: Gender and sexuality | Aug. 12, 2021

The situation of women is different from that of any other social group. This is because they are not one of a number of isolable units, but half a totality: the human species. Women are essential and irreplaceable; they cannot therefore be exploited in the same way as other social groups can. They are fundamental to the human condition, yet in their economic, social and political roles, they are marginal. It is precisely this combination — fundamental and marginal at one and the same time — that has been fatal to them.

— Juliet Mitchell, "Women: The longest revolution" (1966)

+ Capitalist contradiction chart of terms

• Juliet Mitchell, “Women: The longest revolution” (1966)

• Clara Zetkin and Vladimir Lenin, “An interview on the woman question” (1920)

• Theodor W. Adorno, “Sexual taboos and the law today” (1963)

• John D’Emilio, “Capitalism and gay identity” (1983)

Week D. 1960s New Left III. Anti-black racism in the U.S. | Aug. 19, 2021

As a social party we receive the Negro and all other races upon absolutely equal terms. We are the party of the working class, the whole working class, and we will not suffer ourselves to be divided by any specious appeal to race prejudice; and if we should be coaxed or driven from the straight road we will be lost in the wilderness and ought to perish there, for we shall no longer be a Socialist party.

— Eugene Debs, "The Negro in the class struggle" (1903)

+ Eugene Debs, "The Negro in the class struggle" (1903)

+ Debs, "The Negro and his nemesis" (1904)

+ Capitalist contradiction chart of terms

• Richard Fraser, “Two lectures on the black question in America and revolutionary integrationism” (1953)

+ Fraser, "For the materialist conception of the Negro struggle" (1955)

• James Robertson and Shirley Stoute, “For black Trotskyism” (1963)

+ Spartacist League, “Black and red: Class struggle road to Negro freedom” (1966)

+ Bayard Rustin, “The failure of black separatism” (1970)

• Adolph Reed, “Black particularity reconsidered” (1979)

+ Reed, “Paths to Critical Theory” (1984)

Week E. Frankfurt School precursors | Aug. 26, 2021

+ Capitalist contradiction chart of terms

• Wilhelm Reich, “Ideology as material power” (1933/46)

• Siegfried Kracauer, “The mass ornament” (1927)

+ Kracauer, “Photography” (1927)

+ Being and becoming (freedom in transformation) / immanent dialectical critique chart of terms

Week F. Radical bourgeois philosophy I. Rousseau: Crossroads of society | Sep. 2, 2021

To be radical is to go to the root of the matter. For man, however, the root is man himself. — Marx, Critique of Hegel’s Philosophy of Right (1843)

Whoever dares undertake to establish a people’s institutions must feel himself capable of changing, as it were, human nature, of transforming each individual, who by himself is a complete and solitary whole, into a part of a larger whole, from which, in a sense, the individual receives his life and his being, of substituting a limited and mental existence for the physical and independent existence. He has to take from man his own powers, and give him in exchange alien powers which he cannot employ without the help of other men.

— Jean-Jacques Rousseau, On the Social Contract (1762)

• Max Horkheimer, "The little man and the philosophy of freedom" (1926–31)

• epigraphs on modern history and freedom by James Miller (on Jean-Jacques Rousseau), Louis Menand (on Marx and Engels), Karl Marx, on "becoming" (from the Grundrisse, 1857–58), and Peter Preuss (on history)

+ Rainer Maria Rilke, "Archaic Torso of Apollo" (1908)

+ Robert Pippin, "On Critical Theory" (2004)

+ Being and becoming (freedom in transformation) chart of terms

• Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Discourse on the Origin of Inequality (1754) PDFs of preferred translation (5 parts): [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

+ Capital in history timeline and chart of terms

• Rousseau, selection from On the Social Contract (1762)

Week G. Radical bourgeois philosophy II. Adam Smith: On the wealth of nations (part 1) | Sep. 9, 2021

• Adam Smith, selections from The Wealth of Nations

Volume I [PDF] Introduction and Plan of the Work Book I: Of the Causes of Improvement… I.1. Of the Division of Labor I.2. Of the Principle which gives Occasion to the Division of Labour I.3. That the Division of Labour is Limited by the Extent of the Market I.4. Of the Origin and Use of Money I.5 Of the Real and Nominal Price of Commodities I.6. Of the Component Parts of the Price of Commodities I.7. Of the Natural and Market Price of Commodities I.8. Of the Wages of Labour I.9. Of the Profits of Stock Book III: Of the different Progress of Opulence in different Nations III.1. Of the Natural Progress of Opulence III.2. Of the Discouragement of Agriculture in the Ancient State of Europe after the Fall of the Roman Empire III.3. Of the Rise and Progress of Cities and Towns, after the Fall of the Roman Empire III.4. How the Commerce of the Towns Contributed to the Improvement of the Country

Week H. Radical bourgeois philosophy III. Adam Smith: On the wealth of nations (part 2) | Sep. 16, 2021

• Smith, selections from The Wealth of Nations

Volume II [PDF] IV.7, Of Colonies V.1. Of the Expences of the Sovereign or Commonwealth

Week I. Radical bourgeois philosophy IV. What is the Third Estate? | Sep. 23, 2021

• Abbé Emmanuel Joseph Sieyès, What is the Third Estate? (1789) [full text]

+ Bernard Mandeville, The Fable of the Bees (1732)

Week J. Radical bourgeois philosophy V. Kant and Constant: Bourgeois society | Sep. 30, 2021

• Immanuel Kant, "Idea for a universal history from a cosmopolitan point of view" and "What is Enlightenment?" (1784)

+ Being and becoming (freedom in transformation) chart of terms

+ Kant's 3 Critiques [PNG] and philosophy [PNG] charts of terms

• Benjamin Constant, "The liberty of the ancients compared with that of the moderns" (1819)

+ Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Discourse on the origin of inequality (1754)

+ Rousseau, selection from On the social contract (1762)

Week K. Radical bourgeois philosophy VI. Hegel: Freedom in history | Oct. 7, 2021

• G.W.F. Hegel, Introduction to the Philosophy of History (1831) [HTML] [PDF pp. 14-128] [Audiobook]

+ Being and becoming (freedom in transformation) chart of terms

Week 1. What is the Left? I. Capital in history | Oct. 14, 2021

• Max Horkheimer, "The little man and the philosophy of freedom" (1926–31)

• epigraphs on modern history and freedom by Louis Menand (on Marx and Engels), Karl Marx, on "becoming" (from the Grundrisse, 1857–58), and Peter Preuss (on history)

+ Being and becoming (freedom in transformation) chart of terms

• Chris Cutrone, "Capital in history" (2008)

+ Capital in history timeline and chart of terms

+ video of Communist University 2011 London presentation

+ Capitalist contradiction chart of terms

• Cutrone, "The Marxist hypothesis" (2010)

• Cutrone, “Class consciousness (from a Marxist persective) today” (2012)

+ G.M. Tamas, "Telling the truth about class" [HTML] (2007)

+ Robert Pippin, "On Critical Theory" (2004)

+ Rainer Maria Rilke, "Archaic Torso of Apollo" (1908)

Week 2. What is the Left? II. Utopia and critique | Oct. 21, 2021

• Max Horkheimer, selections from Dämmerung (1926–31)

• Adorno, “Imaginative Excesses” (1944–47)

• Leszek Kolakowski, “The concept of the Left” (1958)

• Herbert Marcuse, "Note on dialectic" (1960)

• Marx, To make the world philosophical (from Marx's dissertation, 1839–41), pp. 9–11

• Marx, For the ruthless criticism of everything existing (letter to Arnold Ruge, September 1843), pp. 12–15

+ Capitalist contradiction chart of terms

+ Being and becoming (freedom in transformation) / immanent dialectical critique chart of terms

Week 3. What is Marxism? I. Socialism | Oct. 28, 2021

• Marx, selections from Economic and philosophic manuscripts (1844), pp. 70–101

+ Commodity form chart of terms

+ Being and becoming (freedom in transformation) / immanent dialectical critique chart of terms

+ Capitalist contradiction chart of terms

• Marx and Friedrich Engels, selections from the Manifesto of the Communist Party (1848), pp. 469–500

• Marx, The coming upheaval (from The Poverty of Philosophy, 1847), pp. 218–19

Week 4. What is Marxism? II. Revolution in 1848 | Nov. 4, 2021

• Marx, Address to the Central Committee of the Communist League (1850), pp. 501–511 and Class struggle and mode of production (letter to Weydemeyer, 1852), pp. 218–220

• Engels, The tactics of social democracy (Engels's 1895 introduction to Marx, The Class Struggles in France), pp. 556–573

• Marx, selections from The Class Struggles in France 1848–50 (1850), pp. 586–593

• Marx, selections from The 18th Brumaire of Louis Bonaparte (1852), pp. 594–617

Week 5. What is Marxism? III. Bonapartism | Nov. 11, 2021

+ Karl Korsch, "The Marxism of the First International" (1924)

• Marx, Inaugural address to the First International (1864), pp. 512–519

• Marx, selections from The Civil War in France (1871, including Engels's 1891 Introduction), pp. 618–652

+ Korsch, Introduction to Marx, Critique of the Gotha Programme (1922)

• Marx, Critique of the Gotha Programme, pp. 525–541

• Marx, Programme of the Parti Ouvrier (1880)

Week 6. What is Marxism? IV. Critique of political economy | Nov. 18, 2021

The fetish character of the commodity is not a fact of consciousness; rather it is dialectical, in the eminent sense that it produces consciousness. . . . [P]erfection of the commodity character in a Hegelian self-consciousness inaugurates the explosion of its phantasmagoria. — Theodor W. Adorno, letter to Walter Benjamin, August 2, 1935

+ Commodity form chart of terms

+ Capitalist contradiction chart of terms

+ Organic composition of capital chart of terms

+ Marx on surplus-value chart of terms

• Marx, selections from the Grundrisse (1857–61), pp. 222–226, 236–244, 247–250, 276–293 ME Reader pp. 276–281

• Marx, Capital Vol. I, Ch. 1 Sec. 4 "The fetishism of commodities" (1867), pp. 319–329

+ Being and becoming (freedom in transformation) / immanent dialectical critique chart of terms

Winter break readings

+ Richard Appignanesi and Oscar Zarate / A&Z, Introducing Lenin and the Russian Revolution / Lenin for Beginners (1977) + Sebastian Haffner, Failure of a Revolution: Germany 1918–19 (1968) + Tariq Ali and Phil Evans, Introducing Trotsky and Marxism / Trotsky for Beginners (1980) + James Joll, The Second International 1889–1914 (1966) + Carl Schorske, The SPD 1905-17: The Development of the Great Schism (1955) + J.P. Nettl, Rosa Luxemburg (1966) [Vol. 1] [Vol. 2] + Edmund Wilson, To the Finland Station: A Study in the Writing and Acting of History (1940), Part II. Ch. (1–4,) 5–10, 12–16; Part III. Ch. 1–6

Week 8. Nov. 25, 2021 U.S. Thanksgiving break

Week 7. What is Marxism? V. Reification | Dec. 2, 2021

• Georg Lukács, “The phenomenon of reification” (Part I of “Reification and the consciousness of the proletariat,” History and Class Consciousness, 1923) + Commodity form chart of terms + Reification chart of terms + Capitalist contradiction chart of terms + Organic composition of capital chart of terms + Being and becoming (freedom in transformation) / immanent dialectical critique chart of terms

Week 9. What is Marxism? VI. Class consciousness | Dec. 9, 2021

• Lukács, “Class Consciousness” (1920), Original Preface (1922), “What is Orthodox Marxism?” (1919), History and Class Consciousness (1923) + Capitalist contradiction chart of terms + Reification chart of terms + Being and becoming (freedom in transformation) / immanent dialectical critique chart of terms + Herbert Marcuse, "Note on dialectic" (1960) + Marx, Preface to the First German Edition and Afterword to the Second German Edition (1873) of Capital (1867), pp. 294–298, 299–302

Week 10. What is Marxism? VII. Ends of philosophy | Dec. 16, 2021

• Korsch, “Marxism and philosophy” (1923)

+ Capitalist contradiction chart of terms

+ Being and becoming (freedom in transformation) / immanent dialectical critique chart of terms

+ Herbert Marcuse, "Note on dialectic" (1960) + Marx, To make the world philosophical (from Marx's dissertation, 1839–41), pp. 9–11

+ Marx, For the ruthless criticism of everything existing (letter to Arnold Ruge, September 1843), pp. 12–15

+ Marx, "Theses on Feuerbach" (1845), pp. 143–145

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