Halloween prompts year 2 day 31
Happy Halloween 🎃
Danny sighed, staring dejected at the empty cabinets. His parents forgot to go to get groceries again. "Guess its another cereal night."
"I can head to the store right fast if you want something." Jazz said from the table where she was casually eating her own cereal.
Danny sighed again, this time with the full force of his teen angst, "Unless they're selling a way to make our parents less crazy, no thanks."
Jazz got up from the table and began to approach him, "Danny.." he cringed. Danny hated that soft tone. It ment he'd either hurt her feelings or said something she thought required a gentle approach to. "I know our parents aren't perfect-"
"I don't want them to be perfect!" He cut her off, "I just want all of us to be happy and healthy and sane! Is that too much to ask?!" Aaand now she looked hurt, "Sorry."
Now it was her turn to sigh before bringing him into a hug, "I wish things were different. I wish we were kids again had someone willing to raise us in a kind respectful way, someone who could fix all our problems."
"So you have wished it, so it shall be!!" A feminine voice rang out and everything turned green...
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Bruce was casually walking around in the greenery of the manor grounds, basking in the sunlight and fresh air as Alfred ordered when a portal made from what looked like Lazarus waters spat out a little kid no older than six years old in a blue dress with a matching big blue bow in her hair followed by a younger darked haired boy in a blue t-shirt and cargoshorts.
"No! Ugh!" The younger kid jumped to his feet, "We gotta get back to Amity! If I don't defeat her in 48 ours the wish becomes permanent!"
That sounded alarming and he began to approach after the kid tried to run, only to trip and faceplant into the grass. The kid muttered about how small his legs were which made Bruce wonder if the child was dead aged or shrunk somehow.
As it turned out talking to the yiunger kid was difficult but he eventually managed to convince the older one to come to the manor with him and her brother to explain things...
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This is in response to the "Jason pretending to be/maybe actually is pregnant" thread.
Jason's gaslight himself into having symptoms but they're on again, off again. In frustration, he says. "I wish you'd make up your freaking mind, body!" Famous last words... 😉
Desiree overhears. And the next day Jason wakes up obviously pregnant (he's showing and can feel the baby kick) and definitely more feminine looking than when he went to bed.
This is the au that really got people entering my asks? xD
Jason would be furious
Danny: ok, we just have to make a wish to put things right. I need to give Desiree a talking about consent again.
Jason, cocking a gun: And I need some goddam child support!
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You also have to look at the angst side of “okay, now what?”
Like there is definitively a baby now in him, would he actually like to have said baby? Like could he bring a kid into the world as is? Would he actually be stable enough or would he just continue the cycle his own birth mom did to him?
Then there’s the possibility scary complications that could happen because of suddenly being several months along.
It’s not like he’s a normal ghost after all.
I feel like Desiree where to get caught up in this story Jason would make the tough decision to reverse the wish, if only for the reason that he can’t be certain that the baby would be healthy.
He would never forgive himself if he put his own child through the hardship of having a not fully developed core. The disconnect he went through for months before he was dunked in the pits.
In the end of it Jason would feel a bit heartbroken but know deep down he did the right thing.
And if suddenly the symptoms he was having previously were coming in more routinely afterwards he would just think he’s being a bit delusional. That’s all.
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Desiree Redesign
Front View:
Back View:
Yay, I finally finished my Desiree redesign. I leaned more into her humanity instead of her genie status, but I did want to give the same cuff imagery by putting the design along her dress’ wrist.
My main goal for my Desiree is to be able to actually pin-point where she originates. I chose to make her Palestinian as I wanted to use some embroidery patterns that are iconic from the culture. I will admit my ignorance when it comes to Palestinian history, but I believe I would have my Desiree to be alive during the Early Ottoman Ruling of Palestine, which would be around 1683 AD.
I want to visually show Desiree’s rebellious nature in her outfit. Her dress isn’t as long as her tail makes it out to be. Her veil does cover her hair, but you can still clearly see it because of how loose her veil is. Despite everything that has happened, Desiree still loves her culture.
I changed her OG color scheme(blue and purple) to red and purple as a visual hint as to what her personality/ultimate goal is.
For those who are curious:
My Desiree’s ultimate goal is to gain enough power to grant her own wish. Despite the front she puts up, Desiree doesn’t fully understand how her powers work, thus uses humans as test subjects to see what can/can’t be done with particular word choices.
What is Desiree’s wish?
Well, I actually don’t want to change much of Desiree’s origins. Mainly, I want to make her an authentic depiction of a harem girl. However, my Desiree wasn’t apart of the Sultan’s harem, but his wife’s.
Harem’s of influential women were usually personal servants/ under personal protection. However, a romantic relationship developed between Desiree and the wife(I swear I will give this woman a proper name along with her own redesign someday).
Desiree was transparent about she wanted: To run away together to a place where they can exist in peace. She was always the optimist of the two, the dreamer who would pray to the stars for a day their plan could become real. You can only imagine what Desiree felt when the Wife suddenly banished her without even saying goodbye.
And thus Desiree’s story continues on like her OG counterpart. She manifests a ghostly form that can grant wishes, adopting the perception of being a genie as a way seem more legitimate.
She powers is manipulate ectoplasam to take properly take form(to explain how Danny is able to suck these ‘wishes’ into the thermos). Desiree can’t manipulate time, but she can manipulate memories to make it seem like she truly did.
My Desiree wants to wish to meet the Wife again. It seems no matter how Desiree tricks humans into helping her, she can’t seem to find the Wife.
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He's A Phantom
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When Valerie woke up, groggy and disoriented, it was in a dim room. A dim, large room, with rows upon rows of red seats descending towards a huge movie screen.
She was in a theater — and she wasn’t alone. Hers wasn’t the only seat that was occupied. In fact, it seemed that all of them were — it was like the whole town was sat in these seats, blinking and groaning and looking around.
“Where are we?” asked Star from the row above Valerie. She was wondering the same thing — and, more importantly, why they were here. It obviously had to do with ghosts, but which one? How had it managed to kidnap so many people, and why place them in a theater of all places? Valerie tried to remember what had happened —
Oh.
Oh no.
“I’m so sorry, everyone.” She buried her face in her hands, embarrassment heating her skin. What a childish mistake.
“What do you mean?” It was Danny. Danny, who was afraid of ghosts. Danny, whom Valerie never wanted to put into danger — yet there he was, at the very center of the audience, all because of her. “Is everyone okay?”
Suddenly his eyes widened, and in the split second before he covered his mouth with his hands, it almost looked like his breath had fogged. It wasn’t that cold in here, was it? The situation was already miserable enough without everyone freezing to death.
Valerie sighed. Better to just rip off the bandaid. “I think I made a wish.”
“What?!” came Dash’s irritated voice from behind her, and a dejected “C’mon” from Tiffanie.
“So you did!” sang Desiree, appearing from thin air right in front of the screen. “And as you wish it, so shall it be!”
Valerie sprung up from her seat and into a battle stance, summoning her suit — except it didn’t come. Far down the audience, she could see Doctors Fenton having the same issue, their hands grasping empty air where they usually held their weapons.
Desiree tutted. “Now, now, I can’t have you fighting me if the wish is to come true. Everybody sit down so we can start.”
Danny just sighed. “What do you want, Desiree?”
“It’s about what she wants,” the ghost said, pointing at Valerie. “And that is — I quote — for everyone to see Phantom for what he truly is. ”
“What?” Danny yelped. “You can’t do that —”
“Her heart’s desire is my command,” Desiree said, looking down at him sternly. Danny looked like he wanted to hide or run away, but there was no easy escape from the middle seat, even as his friends stood up to make room for him.
“So you’re going to tell us more about Phantom?” Dash yelled, gaining the ghost’s attention. Valerie glanced at him. His eyes were wide and sparkling. Ugh. This was exactly the kind of thing that had driven her to make the wish.
Desiree nodded happily and gestured at the screen. “I am going to show you the most important and illuminating events of Phantom’s afterlife in the form of a TV series. At the end, you will understand him, if not fully, then at least better than you currently do.”
That… didn’t actually sound so bad. It wasn’t exactly what Valerie had meant with her wish, but it would accomplish it in the long run. She might even learn something new and useful while they were at it.
“What’s the catch?” she asked.
Desiree fluttered her eyelashes at her. “A catch? With me? Whatever might you mean?”
Danny grumbled something, but his voice drowned under those of the Phan Club and the Fenton parents. Amity Park really wanted to learn more about Phantom.
Well. It wasn’t like Valerie could do much without her suit. And if it really was going to make the others see what a menace Phantom was… Maybe they could give this a go.
Valerie sat down.
“Good girl,” Desiree said. “Now, if everyone could settle down, we can start the show.”
“Wait!” Sam said, and Valerie groaned. “You said it’s in the form of a series. For how long are you planning to keep us here?”
“For as long as I need to.”
Sam stood on her seat and looked at the crowd. “Don’t any of you have places to be? She’s not going to let us go for hours!”
“Maybe even days! Weeks!” Tucker joined in.
Worried murmurs carried across the audience.
“It’s fine, everyone,” Desiree sighed. “Time passes differently here. It won’t even have been a minute before you’re back to wherever you were.”
“Time doesn’t pass?” Danny was gaping. “Did you somehow rope Clockwork into this?”
Desiree grinned and shrugged.
What the hell were they talking about.
“Well, time is still going to pass for us!” Jazz pointed out from her seat behind Danny.
“We could starve!” Tucker wailed.
“You won’t,” Desiree said. “I took care of everything.”
Danny opened his mouth again, and Valerie got back up. “Just SHUT UP, everyone. The sooner we start, the sooner we get out of here.”
The Phan Club joined in her support (the irony), and eventually, with another dash of Desiree’s powers, they actually got everyone to quiet down. Danny was being hugged by his sister and friends and looked like he was trying not to cry. Valerie felt a bit bad, but… this would be better for him too, in the long run. His parents would certainly be happy.
Desiree found a place that wasn’t in front of the screen, and settled down herself. She snapped her fingers, and the last of the lights went dark.
The screen turned black.
Music started. Neon-colored images of Phantom flashed by, set to the beat. Valerie grit her teeth against the admiring sighs and excited squeals coming from the Phan Club members behind her, but they thankfully fell quiet when the lyrics started.
(He’s a Phantom), the speakers whispered.
(Danny Phantom)
And out of nowhere the screen switched to another face entirely, one with baby blue eyes and a mop of black hair.
Yo, Danny Fenton he was just fourteen
when his parents built a very strange machine —
“HOLD ON,” Dash shouted, and Desiree paused the program with another snap of her fingers, sighing and pinching the bridge of her nose. “We’re here to learn about Phantom! Why is it suddenly about Fentina? Nobody wants to see his ugly mug!”
“I don’t want to see yours either, yet here we are,” Danny grumbled.
Dash had heard him and opened his mouth to retort, but he was interrupted by Jack and Maddie Fenton jumping to their feet.
“What did you just say about my baby?” Maddie demanded, hands on her hips — threateningly close to where she usually kept her weapons.
“It’s not about Danny!” Valerie yelled the obvious answer to Dash’s question before the situation could escalate further. “It’s about the Fenton portal! It’s where the ghosts come from, including Phantom, so it’s obviously a key part of the story! Danny’s a good viewpoint character for this part because he literally lives right above it.”
“So does his sister,” Kwan pointed out.
“Yeah!” Dash said. “I’d rather watch her than Fentoenail!”
Maddie whammed her foot onto the back of her seat, ready to scale up the audience to Dash, such rage burning in her eyes that Valerie could feel its heat all the way from here. “You will not insult my son —”
“SHUT UP!” Paulina cried. “Who cares about Danny, we have a chance to learn more about Phantom and I for one am going to take it! Sit down and keep watching.”
Dash looked conflicted. Maddie did not, still ready to go after him, until Jack took her hand.
“We can deal with the boy later. If we keep watching, we could gain valuable information about the spook! It could help us finally defeat him!”
Maddie stood down, and her expression turned into something more calculating, something excited. “You might be right, Jack.”
“No, no, we’re not in any hurry,” Danny suddenly piped up. “Dash, your comment really hurt me. I think we should keep discussing that.”
Something inside Valerie snapped. “Do you want to keep us here forever? The sooner we’re done with this dumb show, the sooner we can go home! Desiree, unpause.”
She did.
— designed to view a world unseen
(He’s gonna catch ‘em all ‘cause he’s Danny Phantom)
“Huh?”
“Did that mean —”
“That did not refer to Fenton,” Valerie groaned over the music. “It’s just a repeating part of the song —”
On the screen, Danny died.
The theater broke into chaos.
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