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nelkcats · 10 months

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Ghost Blood

Bad things happen to good people

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The Justice League and the Justice League Dark had met to discuss something extremely important and confidential: the end of the world.

While this was something they faced on a weekly basis, this time it was different. It had started when the chaos lords found an ancient ritual to gain power, and multiple villains joined them to complete the requirements. Klarion, who had noticed that the spell was going to end the world sooner or later, informed the heroes.

The problem was that the spell was already underway, and it was a process that could not be stopped. They had a couple of hours left before all the known horrors in the universe would take an interest in Earth.

The Justice League Dark was overworked, all of them looked extremely exhausted. Even Deadman offered to help but there was little he could do. As they discussed how to proceed, Constantine grabbed an old spell book he was leafing through and angrily threw it to the ground, catching everyone's attention.

"Bloody hell" the Brit glared at the ground angrily "so fucking close".

His companions asked him what was going on, to which Constantine informed them that there was a solution to their current problem. Some sort of powerful cancelation spell that would solve their problems. He saw their hopeful faces and sighed, he supposed he should break their hopes sooner than later.

"We can't use it" the Hellbazer said wearily.

"Why not?" Wonder Woman looked at him frustrated "if it's the only option, surely we can-"

"We can't use it because one of the ingredients doesn't exist!" Constantine blurted out, furious. He had analyzed all the options and that was the only one that might work, but the essential ingredient was missing.

"The spell requires ghost blood" John commented after calming down, desperation could be heard in his voice "but ghosts don't have blood, their blood is ectoplasm, it's impossible!"

Deadman had suddenly gone silent.

"There would have to be a hybrid or something but clearly they don't exist, it's too unlikely."

The League, which had previously perked up at the possible solution, sank back in disappointment. Zatanna, however, noticed the ghost's reaction and watched him curiously.

"...What if it's possible?" Deadman's voice was heard in the silence. Constantine had made him visible to the others during the investigation but the ghost was not used to the attention.

"It's not, it's not possible to combine life and death, the balance would have been broken one way or another" Constantine denied.

"John, what if it's possible?" Deadman repeated "what if a hybrid exists?"

What if the hybrid is the balance?

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Constantine observed his friend. Ghost blood was a myth, mentioned in many books but never used.

"Don't get too excited" the ghost warned "there is a hybrid with that kind of blood but he's not-, he doesn't trust humans anymore, for a very good reason."

"However, he does exist" Wonder Woman said in disbelief "can you tell us more?"

Deadman looked around at the nearly destroyed dimension and begged the Ancients for forgiveness for what he was about to do.

"He was born by the Realms and for the Realms, he's a good boy" Deadman sighed, revealing the secret he was never supposed to mention "but as you well know, bad things happen to good people."

The ghost thought of the communique that had reached all the ghosts. On how the Ancients had taken in a child, how they had demanded that he needed to be left alone.

"It's not my place to say what happened" and he didn't have many details either, though gossip traveled fast "but he doesn't trust anyone beyond his guardians, he hates adults and he's scared of needles and other medical instruments, I don't think he'll be much help."

"We have to try, there's not much time left" Batman frowned. Something inside him stirred at the mention of an injured child "Can you tell us where he is?"

"The Infinite Realms" Constantine replied instantly, lighting a cigarette, his hands were shaking "But who are his guardians?"

"The Ancients" Deadman replied "and if you want their help, you really must come up with a plan."

It was obvious that only the Justice League Dark had understood the implications of all this, they were pale and looked scared. Even Dr. Fate and Marvel looked like the end of the world had been confirmed.

"I can take you there" the ghost said, nostalgic at the thought of visiting the dimension "time doesn't work the same there, so you won't spend much time even if it takes weeks to get close, but you can't all go, you'll scare him off"

"We'll go" Captain Marvel spoke up, overcoming his fear "if it's the only option, we'll go."

Little did they know that from the Infinite Realms the Master of Time was watching them with a raised eyebrow. The Ancient shook his head, knowing he should prepare for visitors before heading to the couch next to his screens. Danny was reclining there, sipping hot chocolate and bundled up in one of his cloaks.

The halfa greeted him looking relaxed but Clockwork wouldn't be fooled by that (he could still see the boy, his boy, with his chest wounded, crying for help), he reached over to stroke his protégé's hair affectionately, thinking of ways to get rid of his visitors. While Danny was likely to want to help, he couldn't care less about what happened to that dimension.

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hugsandchaos · 11 days

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Random bit, but does anyone else wonder if ghosts from the ghost zone react to humans similarly to how humans react to ghosts? Like sometimes I just want to write Danny in human form around Frostbite in a manner that’s kind of from Frostbite’s prospective, and describe Danny’s human form in a way that connects to the living world or at least partially does. Let me just show you what I mean.

It was odd for Frostbite, seeing the Great One’s human form for the first time. True, he literally asked for it during the checkup, and he’s met Sam and Tucker before, but something about this was different. Perhaps it was the simple fact that Frostbite had only seen him in ghost form until that point, maybe it had something to do with him being a halfa. Who was to say when there was so, so little information on Halfas?

Hair the color of freshly fallen snow, much like the fur of Frostbite and his people, now turned as dark as a shadow. Perhaps even darker, just like Sam’s. Unlike Sam, however, Danny’s eyes had a different color. A shade of green that both practically and often literally glowed just like the ectoplasm all ghosts were made of had been replaced by a light blue. Looking at them reminded the chief of ice, and he was sure that any glare from them would feel like ice piercing a ghost’s very core. His skin was a little darker now, but Danny still appeared a little paler than Sam.

Looking at Danny now was like looking at a glimpse of a world where everything was different. Frostbite knew that the two realms were obviously different, but it felt more... perhaps “dangerous” was a good word, or “mysterious”. The thumping of his heart was picked up on more easily by the machines used to read his core vibrations, and the thermometer rose gradually until it reached 94 degrees. That temperature was extremely dangerous for a ghost with an ice core, as the average temperature for one was between 10 to 0 degrees. And yet Danny Phantom’s recorded body temperatures were always between 32 and 40, which was by itself alarming enough. Now it was all the way at 94?!

“Young Phantom, are you alright?! The thermometer says that your body temperature is 94 degrees!” Frostbite exclaimed.

Danny nodded and smile a little, his new ghost teeth, which Sam and Tucker called fangs despite them being rather small, were visible for a short while.”That’s actually close to the average healthy temperature for a human, which is 97 to 99 degrees, but I guess being half ghost lowered it a bit? It’s when the body temperature reaches 100 or higher that we should worry.” He said.

“...I need to update your record.” Frostbite said after a moment’s silence. Once the checkup was over, perhaps he could ask the Great One to bring some medical books on humans to better understand the living, and dead, paradox that was Halfas.

“My what now?” Danny asked.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp #dp frostbite #danny phantom frostbite #Danny phantom prompt

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ecandjamesvpjournal · 5 months

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DP x DC x GB Story Idea

Gotham has had its fair share of crime in the city, but few know of its troubles with supernatural forces… except for the Bat Family. While they usually handle the League of Assassins and others who dabble in magic, it’s not long before Bruce hears word that a new paranormal group pops up called the Ghostbusters. At first, it appears that the Ghostbusters are a bunch of con artists, before the BatFam and League of Assassins find themselves facing the Ghostbusters. It’s only when Red Hood notices the Ghostbuster in black, with white trimming. On it, is the name tag “Fenton”. Something about Danny makes his soul stir.

“Members of the League of Assassins, I hearby demand by the powers vested in me by the Gotham City Police Department, the Gotham City Historical Society, the EPA, and even both the Justice League and JL Dark, to depart from this or any other reality, at once.” the grey-ish tan jumpsuit wearing Ghostbuster said. He re-adjusted his glasses before looking at the Head of the League of Assassins, Ra’s Al Guul. “Fools, all of you are fools. First the Bats, now these hacks.” The one with glasses looked offended. As the assassins started to surround them, the five of them moved back to each other, forming a tight circle, facing them.

“Alright guys, Alpha 47-B!” he said, as they all powered up. The female briefly glanced at the one with glasses, “I thought we were gonna name it something clever.” “Sure, but you try coming up with a name that doesn’t telegraph to the villains.” he replied. As they surrounded them, Ra’s smiled at them, no sneered at them. “I don’t know what you were expecting, but this’ll be the-“

“THROW EM’!” glasses exclaimed. The five of them threw the energy from the strange gun-like devices. While it wouldn’t exactly do damage to normal people. Those within the League were affected enough to quickly retreat, including Ra’s Al Guul, who didn’t expect this. “You should’ve listened,” the one known as Fenton said, “We did warn you.”

Ra’s disappeared before it got worse. After all of that, they deactivated the device before they looked around. “So what do we do?” Fenton asked, as glasses re-adjusted his glasses again. With a smile, he brushed something off his name tag that had the word “Smith” on it. “Simple Fenton,” he started looking around, “We need to find the source of their ectoplasm and deactivate it.” “But where is it?” the female with the short haircut said, whose name tag was “Bazaar”. Smith shrugged, “Unless someone knows what the League uses to re-animate their assassins. Like the Batman!” he exclaimed, quickly looking around for them, only to be met with silence, and slight bouts of darkness.

The young man who looked Winston, but younger, had the name tag “Zeddimore”. “Hey man,” he said patting Smith on the back, “the Batman is just a myth, nothing more.” “Oh yeah, then who has defeated the League of Assassins?” Before Zeddimore could answer, there was a cough, like someone clearing their throat. The five of them turned towards the now visible Batfamily.

Smith was the first to speak, “Ok, um hi. Sorry to bother you sir, but you wouldn’t happen to notice a place where there is tainted ectoplasm?” Batman just raised an eyebrow at them, to which Smith continued, “Well, while it does have re-animation properties, most tainted ectoplasm tends to cause bouts of anger, a inhuman savagery, and other weird side effects.” Immediately, all of the BatFam turned towards the Red Hood. Smith looked at him, then pulled out an unusual device. Smith got close, the pointed the device at him, which whirred and blinked, and the arms raised to the full position.

“Well, that’s different.” Smith said, looking at the PKE Meter.

#danny phantom #batman #batfam #batfamily #danny fenton #danny is a ghostbuster #ghostbusters #dp x dc x gb #paranormal #ghostbusters gotham #gotham #dc crossover #ghostbusters crossover #danny phantom crossover #fan fiction #story idea

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dannyphannypack · 4 months

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Happy Holiday Truce @ghozteevee !

I'm so sorry about the wait! I'd say the holidays got away from me, but I think procrastination is pretty true-to-form for me. Something I'll definitely work on in the New Year. I really hope it's still January 3rd for you!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little story <3 I took some inspo from two of your prompts: post identity reveal family outing and sibling bonding. The sibling bonding is in the first quarter or so, the parental bonding is in the last bit. Also, the conclusion definitely ran away from me! Very Brother Bear vibes up in here. I hope that's okay!

Enjoy! :3

Word Count: 3280

Danny gasped awake with a shiver, barely catching the green of his eyes as it caught on the shiny, canvassed ceiling of their tent. His breath fogged in front of him, visible in the quickly dimming glow. It served as a warning of what he already knew had awoken him, but it was nice to get the confirmation anyway: there was a ghost nearby.

He rubbed the crust from his eyes as he allowed his brain time to wake up the rest of the way. The good news was that it didn’t feel like anything overly powerful. The bad news was that if it tripped his Ghost Sense, then it was powerful enough—and more than likely causing havoc, because it was clearly feeling some big emotions and those emotions usually amounted to some brand of anger. It also felt distinctly feral, and given their locale, it was safe to bet it was an animal spirit of some kind. Those could be especially unpredictable, and he wasn’t in the mood.

Danny looked over at the sleeping bag where his sister slept—seeing in the dark hadn’t been a problem for a long time, with or without the aid of glowing eyes—and he watched the slow rise and fall of her chest as she quietly snored. Now, whether or not to wake her was the question. The Ghost Assault Vehicle would be the safest place for her if things went haywire, but undoubtedly she’d be worried and clingy and want to help, which he also wasn’t in the mood for.

Ultimately, though, safety overruled whatever annoying sibling feelings she might stir up. Danny dislodged himself from his own sleeping bag and crawled across the floor to her, the waterproof fabric beneath him making rustling noises all the way.

“Psst,” he whispered, setting a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Jazz.”

“Whazzat?” she asked, jerking. “Danny?”

“Hey. There’s a ghost.”

Her eyes blew open. “Like, here? Now?”

Yeah, maybe he could’ve handled that better. “Not yet,” he amended. “But I’m heading out. You should probably get in the Gav, just in case.”

“The G-A-V, Danny, not the ‘Gav.’” It was an old argument, one they hadn’t really argued over in years. Danny figured that Jazz probably found it endearing now that she was out of the house and missing him for most of the year. She sighed as she sat up and reached for the ground, hands fumbling towards her glasses. “You’re going alone? At least tell Mom and Dad first. And help me with a light, please.”

Danny summoned a ball of ectoplasm and sent it floating up towards the domed ceiling, where it lit the whole tent in a dim, soft blue. He grimaced. “I was kind of hoping you’d do that.”

Danny’s parents had been informed of his little secret only a week ago, and all-in-all it had gone down pretty well. The timing had been strategic, of course; Danny was going off to college at the end of the summer, and his parents needed to know why their newest ghostly ally would be disappearing from Amity for the entire school year (barring holidays and emergencies, if all went well). Going to college was a failsafe he knew he hadn’t needed, but wanted anyway—seeing alternate timelines where his parents were accepting of his after-school activities was very different from actually experiencing it in his own, after all. They’d reacted much as expected, though. Surprised. Excited. Sad. Guilt-stricken.

Jazz looked at him with something that bordered on pity, and it made him squirm. “I can if that’s what you really want, Danny,” she allowed. “But you know why I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Okay, no need to get all mopey about it,” Danny deflected, clambering up to his knees (the tent wasn’t tall enough to stand, which kind of put a damper on his whole ‘stoic’ front. Not that he’d admit that). “It just…still feels weird. But I can do it!”

Jazz raised her hands in fake surrender and fought a smile. “Yeah, yeah, you’re a big boy now, I got it.” She unzipped her sleeping bag and cast the cover aside. “I’ll go hide. Though…if it’s big enough that you needed to wake us up, maybe you should do more than just let them know.”

“Like?” Danny asked, just to be obstinate. He knew what Jazz was hinting at.

Jazz rolled her eyes. “Like ask for help, you big dummy.”

Danny sighed. It’d be the first time working with them since…“I don’t know if we’re at that level yet, Jazz.”

“You were before you told them,” Jazz pointed out with a raised brow.

“It’s different,” he stressed.

“Okay, well, different or not, you need to tell them you’re leaving, at the very least.” Jazz crawled over her sleeping bag towards the door and unzipped it with a practiced, fluid motion. “After you,” she said with a dramatic gesture towards the dark campfire and forest beyond.

Danny grumbled as he passed, and once out of the threshold he let the ectoplasmic ball lighting the inside of the tent wink out, just to hear Jazz’s indignant “Hey!” from behind him. Seconds later he heard (and saw) her flashlight click on behind him; ectoplasm-powered and too big for its own good, Danny was sure that thing created its own light pollution. He refused to use it on principle.

Danny walked the short trek to his parents’ tent and crouched to get the zipper, deciding against intangibility just in case one of his parents was awake enough to notice a shadowy silhouette phase through the wall. On the other side, Jack snored with the force of a train engine; Danny could swear it was rattling the zipper out of his hands as he fumbled with it.

The inside was dark, but Jazz’s flashlight outside cast long shadows across the floor. Danny moved out of the way so that the light could hit his parent’s faces; Danny knew his mother would have in ear plugs, so this was really the only safe way of waking her beyond shaking, which Danny knew from experience could be…startling, sometimes.

He watched her brows furrow before her eyes squinted open. She rubbed at her eyes with one hand and took an ear plug out with the other. “Danny? What happened?”

“Um, there’s a ghost,” Danny said (muttered, more like). “I was gonna go—”

“Hold on, I can’t hear you,” Maddie said, turning to shake her husband. “Jack, wake up. Danny needs something.”

“Whazzat?” Jack yelled, in much the same way as Jazz. Like father, like daughter. “What happened?”

“Uh,” Danny said, feeling tenser now with both their attentions on him. “There’s a ghost.” He pointed north. “Half a mile that way, maybe. Getting closer. I was gonna go deal with it, but I told Jazz to get in the RV just in case.”

Maddie frowned. “You were gonna go deal with it? By yourself?”

Danny glanced behind him, where Jazz was giving him a thumbs up from across the campsite. “Um, no,” he lied, turning back around. “You guys can come. If you want. You don’t have to.”

“Of course we want to, Danno!” Jack shouted. He had positively lit up, like grogginess wasn’t and had never been an issue for him. “I’ll go get the Fenton Grappler!”

“Do you know what kind of ghost it is, sweetie?” Maddie asked, still watching him. “What equipment do we need to bring?”

Danny hadn’t thought that far ahead. “It’s an animal, I think. It feels pretty feral. It’s not that strong, either, but—”

“Animal spirits can be unpredictable,” Maddie said, echoing Danny’s earlier considerations. “Alright, we’ll bring the capturing gear.” She paused. “If…that’s okay?”

Danny almost laughed; he’d never heard his mom sound so unsure when it came to ghost hunting. “That sounds good, Mom,” he said. “I’ll go get my boots on.”

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Danny led the way through the timber with his parents, feeling a little silly in human form but unwilling to change nonetheless. It was nice to walk, sometimes, even when flying would be quicker and less taxing. And he could pass his feet intangibly through those pesky fallen branches and thorny bushes, so really it wasn’t all that worse than strolling down an Amity sidewalk. There was, he told himself, no other reason he might want to stay human in this scenario. He certainly wouldn’t feel uncomfortable otherwise.

“Are we getting close, honey?” Maddie asked after helping Jack over a rotted trunk.

The irony wasn’t lost on Danny; he’d asked the same question on the RV ride there. He felt around in his chest, feeling for the speed at which his core buzzed it’s steady warning, the strength of the tug. “Nearly there,” he promised.

“That’s a real neat trick, Danny-boy,” Jack praised. Danny could hear the smile in his voice. “You know, I always wondered how Phantom heard wind of a ghost faster than we did. Didn’t I, Mads?”

Danny kicked at some dead leaves and sticks at the ground, embarrassed. “That ghost alarm you guys developed works similarly. It maybe doesn’t have quite the range, though.”

Maddie hummed, contemplating. “And that’s what woke you up tonight?”

“Yeah.”

Maddie reached out to set her hand on his shoulder, stopping him. He closed his eyes before he turned to face her, bracing. If he hadn’t caught on to the concern in her voice before, he was definitely feeling it now. “How often do ghosts wake you up?” she asked, quiet.

Danny opened his mouth to lie and then thought better of it. That was a habit he was determined to break with his family, whether they’d like the answer or not. “Once or twice a night,” he admitted, slowly. When Maddie made a pained noise, he quickly added, “Usually it’s nothing to worry about, though, so I just go back to sleep. Like, at least half the time.”

She bit her lip. Guilty. “You shouldn’t have had to deal with that, hun.”

“Can we not do this?” Danny pleaded. These were the kind of conversations he’d been trying to avoid for the past week. “It’s my fault for not telling you guys, not your fault for not noticing.”

“We know that’s how you feel, Danny,” his mom allowed. She shared a glance with Jack from over her shoulder. “But we can’t help but feel like some of that lies on us, too. For noticing the clues but not acting on them in the ways we should have.”

“We want to know now, though,” Jack said, coming up behind his wife. “Warts and all.”

“Is this an intervention?” Danny asked, nervous. It felt like his core was constricting in his chest. “Because I get enough of that from Jazz.”

“It’s not an intervention,” his mom denied, pinching the bridge of her nose. “It’s just…Why haven’t you turned into Phantom yet, Danny?”

Danny wasn’t sure if he heard that right. It felt like the conversation had spun 180. “What?” he asked.

“This isn’t exactly an easy hike, sweetie,” she said. “Mostly uphill, through brambles and across fallen trees.”

“It’s been fine,” he argued. “I’ve been phasing through most of it.”

“If we were Tucker or Sam, you would have flown us there,” Maddie finished, and, well, he couldn’t deny that logic. “So why haven’t you?”

Danny frowned. “I didn’t think we were at that stage yet.”

“We’re not on a date, Danny; we’re your parents,” she sighed, shaking her head. “There is nothing you could do that would make me stop loving you. I changed your diapers; I should know.”

Danny frowned. If she had said that two weeks ago, before they’d known, he might not have believed her. He did believe her this time, but it was marred by something else—this aching, squeezing feeling in his chest, riddling his core with fear and anxiety and confusion and—

Oh. That wasn’t from him.

“Look out!” Danny yelled, grabbing hold of his parents and shoving them to the ground. His shield came up just in time: a glowing black bear, absolutely massive for its species, came barreling down upon it, scratching and growling and baring sharp, sharp teeth with saber-toothed tiger levels of length. He flinched against its strength but held steady, keeping his hands in front of him to feed ectoplasm into the bubble that surrounded them.

Perhaps realizing that its efforts were futile, the bear backed away, roared once in warning, and then took off running in the opposite direction, taking a moment to pause awkwardly at a hollowed tree stump before disappearing over the hill.

“Okay,” Danny breathed, allowing the shield to dissipate. There was that conversation out the window. He was almost grateful for it; he’d always been better at fighting than he was at talking, and staying human during this battle was quickly becoming a moot point, anyhow. “Alright, here’s the plan: you guys follow from back here, and I’ll fly up and cut it off from the front. Sound good?”

He was about to run off then, but Maddie grabbed his chin and twisted him to face her. Her eyes scanned over him faster than Danny could even blink, checking for injuries at a near-inhuman speed.

Once he got over his shock at being grabbed, he started to squirm. “Mom, stop. I’m fine,” he murmured, trying to turn away to hide the way embarrassment was quickly flooding his cheeks with red.

Once satisfied, Maddie nodded and placed a chaste kiss to his forehead. “Be safe,” she commanded in a no-nonsense voice, like he’d be grounded for a week if he came back injured. Then, she finally let him go.

“You too,” he said, turning away. Squeezing his eyes shut, he transformed—focusing on the way his core bloomed outward instead of the stares on his back—and took off into the air.

Going on a bear hunt. He was sure there was a kid’s song about that.

Danny followed the tug in his gut from the sky; it was even stronger now that he’d transformed and they’d gotten…acquainted, for lack of a better word. He couldn’t shake that weird anxious worry in his gut—the one that seemed to be emanating from the bear in waves—but he could fight through it, and that’s what mattered.

Animal spirits were all instinct and emotion, wrapped up into something tight and cohesive that ectoplasm wouldn’t have trouble latching onto. Usually that something was governed by anger, which, as far as Danny knew, was the strongest emotion in a living animal’s arsenal. Human spirits could end up governed by that too, but there was more nuance to the reasoning behind anger with a person: jealousy, revenge, even loneliness could rearrange into different flavors of the same base emotion. It was easier to assuage because of its complicatedness; when there was a direct physical link to someone’s anger, there was something to solve.

It was more difficult to get angry animal spirits to move on. They were angry at everything and nothing all at once. The whole world fueled their anger, and so there was little that could calm them down.

Fear, though…He’d never met an animal spirit governed by fear, or worry, or whatever anxious instinct this bear’s ectoplasm was releasing. Maybe he could turn this into a happy ending, for both him and the bear. He hoped he could, anyway.

Danny dived down in front of it, and from the way it twisted backwards and picked up its pace in the direction opposite of him (the direction towards his parents), it seemed the bear could sense him, too. He went intangible and picked up the pace, letting trees and leaves fly through him at a dizzying pace. Finally, the forest opened into a little clearing, and Danny threw up a green wall at the end of it, where the bear was trying to escape. It skid to a halt so fast it left deep gashes in the dirt, dropped something fuzzy and black from its mouth, and turned to face him.

Danny froze. There, curled beneath the ghost bear’s legs, was a single cub. It peered out from behind her, oblivious to the danger and curious as to the reason for their night’s interruption. More importantly, it did not glow like it’s mother. It was still alive.

Mother Bear growled a warning at the same time Danny’s parents started crashing through the brush nearest her. “Stop!” he shouted out, holding out a hand despite his parents not being able to see him. “Uh, stand down!”

“Danny?” His dad called. “What’s going on?”

Mother Bear was looking increasingly frantic. Panicking a little himself—whether from the emotions that he was accidentally leaching off her or the situation, he wasn’t sure—Danny made a split-second decision and thrust a dome over the top of her and her cub. It would shield them from any sudden bear attacks, true, but it also served as makeshift protection from any Fenton weaponry.

He trusted his parents not to shoot him. He wasn’t sure if he trusted them not to shoot Mother Bear.

“It’s safe now!” Danny called to his parents. “Um, leave your guns outside the clearing! And walk slowly!”

Danny was almost surprised to hear them listening. He didn’t know why. He had to stop doubting them.

“Oh,” Maddie said when she breached the tree line. Mother Bear rotated to face her and Jack as they stepped out, gnashing her too-long teeth and backing further over her cub to put it safely beneath her belly. It peeked out from beneath her paws. “It’s…a mother.”

She sounded shocked. Danny concurred.

“Come over here,” Danny told his parents. “Behind me. I’m gonna try something.”

He stepped forward as his parents came around the dome. Mother Bear watched them walk until they’d settled behind Danny, and already he could feel that fear worry stress easing, just from having all potential predators in-sight instead of surrounding her.

“Danny,” Maddie warned when he took another step forward. “Bears are extremely protective of their young.”

“I know,” Danny murmured, keeping his voice low. He inched forward, getting lower to the ground as he walked. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Mother Bear snarled statically, touching on Ghost Speak but unable to form full coherence. Worry, is what Danny was able to read from it. Worry. Baby. Danger.

Danny switched tactics, changing to Ghost Speak as he set his hands gently against the wall of the dome, emanating as many calming emotions as he could summon. Calm. Safe.

She flinched, but her teeth were shortening, growing less sharp. Baby Bear yawned beneath her, a kind of squeaking hum. Almost like a puppy. Like Cujo, maybe.

Calm. Safe. Danny promised, at the same time voicing sentences in English above the Ghost Speak’s static: “It’s okay. You’re safe. I won’t hurt you. I won’t hurt him. You can let go. I’ll protect him. It’s alright.”

Mother Bear swayed, grew smaller. Promise. She growled. Staticked. No-nonsense voice.

Promise. Danny responded.

Baby Bear nuzzled into Mother Bear, and she licked at his cheek as her body grew brighter and began dissipating, moving on. Baby Bear purred and purred.

She looked at Danny. Looked behind him, where his parents stood. Mother? she asked. With the emotions clogging her speech finally gone, he could actually understand her.

Danny nodded. “Yeah. That’s my Mom.”

Good. Mother Bear hummed, closing her eyes. Safe.

She disappeared, her glowing green fragments scattering on the wind.

Danny turned around to face his parents, and for the first time noticed that they were both crying. That was okay. He was crying, too.

He cleared his throat. “So. Anyway. Where’s the nearest Animal Sanctuary?”

#danny phantom #tayscreams #tay writes #holiday truce 2023 #phanfic #danny phantom fanfic #jazz fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #danny fenton #featuring: animal spirit inspo from shift by captainozone if i'm not mistaken #been a while since i read it but something something animal spirits being unpredictable feeding off instinct and emotion yaddah yaddah #happy holiday truce! i hope it's a good one <3 #this is the first time ive written anything for the phandom in … years #anything ive posted anyway #college has been ;-; taking the creative energies out of me ;-;#ive resorted to turning old dp plot bunnies into creative writing assignments for workshop classes. it’s rough out here #at least it’s working. people just think i have a thing about ghosts. and they’d be right but it’s much deeper than that #holiday truce

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quirkless-accident · 2 years

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The story of how the "ghost king:Phantom" became his hero title.

Because im sure as hell he didnt do that on pupose. Most likely spread via public until it just stuck.

(Makes you wonder what the original title was)

Nobody's really sure who coined the term, but it caught on like wildfire.

The Ghost King: Phantom.

It was far more dark and menacing than the hero himself, which was a double edged sword. Good against villains, but it made other heroes wary of working with him.

But Shouta was there when he went from Danny to Phantom to the Ghost King.

It happened shortly after Danny made his debut as Phantom, when they were eighteen and barely graduated. Because with his increased training came an increase of power, which was only boosted by his official crowning in the Ghost Zone, it only made the supernatural flock to him like a homing beacon.

Shades became visible to the human eye, and grotesque beings with veins full of rotted ectoplasm became frequent, and each and every time any breed of ghost came out of their little hidey hole, it was Phantom who took care of it.

Danny might have been confused, but Shouta remembers how he looked, materializing out of nowhere, and floating down like an angel of death with his long cloak of stars and blazing green eyes to send the spirit back to wherever they belonged.

Shouta had seen it half a dozen times before a reporter finally witnessed it. They had described it as Terrifyingly safe, and Raw power that can't be contained even by him, or regal to no end, even when he's covered dust and blood.

Because, well, he was.

With his debut, and with his crown, came a certain level of authority he had never had before. His shoulders were back and his head held high, and he looked down his nose at those who were willing to oppose him. His aura was calming for those who were seeking safety, and the most unsettling thing to those who were wreaking havoc. Calling him ethereal, unworldly, was really just scratching the surface. Because to Shouta, there were no words to describe the power that came from Danny. Especially when he was honing in on his obsession.

So, no, Shouta had expected this. Danny had been confused, because to him, even as the King of the Infinite Realms, he's still just plain old loser Danny who was mercilessly beat up until his first year at U.A. And while Shouta saw that too, he was also able to recognize the absoluteness of Danny's power. He knew that they were all lucky Danny was on their side, because if he wasn't, they would have been bowing down before him a long time ago.

Shouta looked over to the side, watching as Hizashi balanced another mug on top of Danny's sleeping form. They had class in twenty minutes, so he wasn't surprised that Danny was taking the time to catch a few extra minutes of sleep. He looked just like the rest of them when he did. Peaceful (as much as a ghost king can be, anyway) and softly snoring. Breathing steadily, with no weird glow or echoing voice. Just...Danny. Seeing him like this made it hard to imagine the power thrumming just beneath the surface, but even with the knowledge that he could decimate entire countries with a flick of his wrist, he could still only ever see him as plain old Danny, who offered him a helping hand when nobody else would.

Power isn't the only thing that makes a king, after all. Sometimes all you need to be a good king is compassion.

Lucky for them, Danny oozes that, too.

#i know its been months #but im very busy now #i have one day off a week between my two jobs so thank you for your patience #also i have gay pirate brainrot #anyway #danny phantom #ghost king danny #shouta aizawa #danny fenton #eraserhead #mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero acadeamia

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 1 year

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Chapter 14 of 'Artificial Wingman'!

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Jason stared dubious at the redhead in front of him, letting what she had just told him sink in. "So, let me get this straight," he shifted in his seat, the leather of his couch creaking underneath him. "You and your brother are from another dimension." He paused, waiting for her confirmation. Jazz nodded. "And your brother only came here because he wanted to test a 'potion' that he found the recipe for in an old, suspicious looking book that he found in your aunt's attic?"

"That's right." She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, clasping her hands together in her lap. In the background, the TV chattered, some news channel discussing the latest scandal.

"Then, when he didn't come home at the agreed upon time, you followed him here. And you've been tracking him around the city, because he leaves an invisible trail?"

"Well, technically it's visible. But only to certain people? And it's less of a trail and more of just spots he's been where his emotions got high enough to leave an ectoplasmic imprint." She corrected gently, a sympathetic smile on her face as she watched him run his fingers through his unruly hair.

"Right, right. Remind me to ask how that works later. After I've had at least one good night's sleep." Jason sighed, dropping his head in his hands. This wasn't the weirdest case he had ever taken on, but it was definitely up there.

"So, can you tell me just how it is that you're tracking him?"

"Well.." She brought her clasped hands up to her chin, resting her jaw on them while she tried to put it into words. "Basically, when my brother is in a situation where he feels an exceptionally strong emotion, happiness, sadness, rage, what have you, he lets off this, um. Energy signature?"

Her thumb nail pressed at her lip as she thought about it. "Yeah, let's go with that. So he lets off this energy signature that some people can track. It can differ from person to person, but for me I can see it. It looks like a blue-green mist, and feels kind of cold when I walk through it." She laughs a bit. "Actually, there was one in that restaurant we met at. We sat in the middle of if.

"Is that what I felt when we sat down?" Jason couldn't help but ask. He had felt something odd at the time, a cold sensation paired with some sort of intrusive emotion. At the time, he had brushed it off, sure that his lack of sleep was messing with him.

"Yeah, I noticed you were kind of tense when we first sat down." She admitted, her index finger rubbing her chin as a pretty red blush dusted her cheeks. "I should probably apologize for that. I sometimes forget that it's not necessarily normal for other people to sense Danny's signature."

Silence fell over the two of them again, the only sound in the apartment muffled noises from the city outside, and the rambling of a weather reporter on the TV. Both of them fidgeted in their seats, not quite sure what to say. Taking a breath, Jason pulled his drifting gaze back to Jazz. Before he could say anything, both of them were startled by a quick knock. Immediately, both of them turned towards the door, staring at it cautiously. No one in his family ever used doors, and there were very few people that knew where Jason lived. It made sense to get a bit tense.

After a minute of silence, another knock echoed through the apartment. Both of their weary looks turned to confusion. That sound didn't come from the door. In fact, Jason was sure that it was coming from behind him. Twisting in his seat, he searched for the source of the noise, shoulders tight and hand twitching towards the gun on his hip.

Again, the noise sounded. A tap, tap, tap, noise that sounded more impatient than the precious one. 'There', Jason spied a shift of color against the dark tint of the window. Standing quickly, he motioned for Jazz to get down, inching closer to the window. He didn't turn to see if she listened to him, but the sound of her clothes rustling put something in him at ease. He just hoped it was her listening to him and not her sneaking up behind him.

Sidling up to the wall, he pressed himself to the peeling sheetrock next to the window. Pulling his gun free, he took a moment to collect himself before launching into action. In a blur of motion, Jason threw the window open and aimed his handgun, barrel pointed right between the eyes of… Damian?

Blinking hard, Jason looked the teen over. Yeah, that was definitely Damian, frozen there while dressed fully in his vigilante suit with his hand raised to knock again. Lowering the gun, Jason eyed the teen suspiciously. "Robin?" Jason asked. "What are you doing here? Weren't you, like, missing or something?"

Damian, in true Damian fashion, scoffed at him, pushing his way through the open window and landing silently on the rough carpet of Jason's living room. "I need your help, Todd." He stated, turning to look at the man, ignoring his questions.

Jason groaned, looking at Jazz who was peeking over the edge of the couch. Giving her a thumbs up, he turned back towards his brother. "Sorry to disappoint pipsqueak, but I'm kind of busy at the moment."

Damian paused, his face scrunching up in contemplation, before a soured look replaced it. "Please Todd." He pleaded. That had Jason straightening up a bit. The demon brat never begged. Sarcastic? Yeah, always. Belligerent? When was he not? But begging? He would never stoop so low. Until now, apparently.

"...what do you need help with?" Jason asked hesitantly. The soured look softened slightly at his words.

"My beloved and I have been separated, and I need help finding him." Jason blinked at the teen. Shook his head, and looked him over again, not quite sure what he was looking for. Any signs of deception, maybe? Because this had to be a joke. But, the teen looked a hundred percent serious, like he usually did.

"You have a boyfriend?" He asked incredulously. Because what else would he ask?

The teen standing in front of him scoffed. "No, I don’t." He told Jason. The man breathed a sigh of relief. "...Not yet, anyways."

Huffing, Jason pinched the bridge of his nose. "I have not had enough sleep to deal with this." He muttered, walking back to the couch and plopping down next to Jazz, who Damian hadn't seemed to notice yet.

"Regardless of our relationship status, he isn't from here and is currently lost in the city with the Joker on the loose. I need someone to help me find him before he runs into some of the more… unsavory individuals in Gotham." Jason tensed up at the mention of the psychotic clown, his expression hardening into something dangerous.

"The Joker is loose? When did that happen? Why hasn't anyone informed me of this?" He demanded.

"I do not know when this happened, Todd. I have been out of contact with the others for a week now. As for why you were not made aware of it, does the fact that you usually attempt to kill him on sight not give you your answer?" Jason huffed again, but conceded the teen's point.

"Alright then, what can you tell me about this missing 'crush' of yours?" Jason leaned back in his seat, letting his head rest over the back of the couch.

"Like I said before, he isn't from Gotham, I'm not too sure where he hails from to be completely honest. What he has shared about his home life is quite concerning, but that can be discussed later." Striding across the room, Damian took a seat in the chair that Jazz had abandoned. "He has black hair and blue eyes, he is about five three in height, maybe five four. He has these light-colored freckles that glow under the stars, and little fangs. He's exceedingly pale and worryingly thin, though I'm not sure if that is because of his unique biology or not. His skin is cold to the touch, and he isn't very affected by colder climates based on his preferences."

The way he explained the boy made Jason think that the demon brat might have more than just a crush on this person. 'Wait…' Jason thought over the description he was given. 'No way. Could it be? Maybe…' "Robin." Jason made the teen pause in the middle of a description that he most definitely did not need. "This guy you're looking for. Is his name Danny, by chance?"

Damian looked over in surprise. "Yes. How did you know that?" He asked, suspicion clear in his voice. In response, Jason gestured to the woman sitting beside him. The teen's gaze flickered over to her briefly, before turning back for a closer look. He was silent as he scrutinized her. "Who might you be? And what do you have to do with Danny?" He asked finally, looking back at Jason.

"This," Jason pointed to Jazz again, "is Jasmine Fenton. Danny's-"

Damian interrupted him. "You're Danny's sister? The 'Jazz' he talks so highly about?" He asked the woman. She startled for a moment, having been analyzing the entire interaction between the two, before nodding.

"Yes. Like Jason said, I'm Jasmine, but all of my friends call me Jazz." She had her hand out to the teen, who shook it carefully. "So, how did you meet Danny?" She asked.

Damian was quiet for a moment. "It was about a week ago, I had been fighting one of Gotham's rogues with Batman when I was thrown quite a distance. I had landed in a bird fountain, and Danny helped me out of it. He told me later that I had absorbed quite a large dose of a 'love potion'. I have been helping him to collect the ingredients to brew the antidote." He explained, tugging at the strap of a bag that Jason hadn't noticed earlier.

Jazz nodded, like the explanation made perfect sense to her. Beside her, Jason was caught between finding the situation hilarious, or finding it devastating. Only his crazy ass family.

"Okay, as amazing as it is to know that I don't have to search for two missing teenagers now," the man drew both of their attention back to the original purpose of them both being in his home. "We should probably try and come up with a plan to find him, yeah?"

Before either of them could respond, the TV suddenly screeched. All of them whipped around to stare at it, their startled looks slowly becoming looks of horror. The channel had been hijacked, something not out of the norm for TV stations in Gotham. Many of the rogues had habits of televising their nefarious schemes all over the air, wanting their deeds to garner as much attention as possible.

It wasn't much of a surprise to see the green haired clown in a purple pin-striped suit on the screen. Even less so to hear him announce himself loudly, like he was in a theatrical play. No, their horror came from seeing the two prone figures tied together in the background. "Hello Gotham City!" The man bellowed, his voice coming off as scratchy and static-ridden through the TV speakers.

"It's been a while, hasn't it? I suppose I'll have to make up for all the lost time! So I won't be telling you my plans so soon. What I will do, however, is give our local bats some incentive to get going."

He strutted across the screen, coming to a stop behind the two figures. Their identities hidden by the brown sacks over their heads. They wouldn't stay that way for long.

"I have here with me, not one, but two hostages! And if you don't find me quickly, both of them will have a not so fun time!" He gripped one of the bags, pulling it up to reveal the split-died pigtails of a very pissed off Harley Quinn. "Our first guest is one you've seen before! Our dear old friend Halrey! We haven't heard much from you since your adventures with Ivy, have we? I thought it was high time that changed!" Jason was sure that it wasn't for the gag in the woman's mouth, she would have cursed the man out. Or bitten him. Actually, she probably would have done both.

When the Joker pulled the bag off of the second person's head, two twin gasps escaped the two people who recognized the dazed-looking figure. Jason could tell on that alone who the mystery person was. "And this is our new guest! Why, with that hair and those eyes, he could be mistaken for one of ol' Brucie's brood, am I right? But, no such luck today, at least not as far as I know. Instead, he caught my eye for his odd reaction to my Toxin! A nice whiff, and none of the usual side effects! What a fun turn of events!"

He grabbed the teen's face, turning him to face the camera. "He looks pretty out of it, doesn't he? Maybe we'll see just how out of it he really is later!" The clown cackled manically, his words causing even Harley to stare at the teen with a large amount of terrified worry.

"Tick tock, Batsy! Wait too long, and our guests might get bored!" With another maniacal laugh, the screen cut to black, slowly fading in with a laughing cartoon Joker face, an hourglass trickling quickly below it.

The three occupants of the apartment were settled in a horrified silence for a few minutes, the new turn of events setting in.

Suddenly Damian lurched forwards out of his seat and towards the window with a murderous look on his face. Jason was quick to grab him, forcing him to a stop. "Hold it Demon brat! You can't just throw yourself head first into this. We need to find him first!" The teen growled at him, but stopped trying to pull himself from the man's grasp.

"Talk fast Todd. I won't just sit here and wait while he's in danger." Damian snarled at him, jerking his arm from the man's grasp and backing away from the window.

"Okay." Jason ran his hand through his hair, gathering his racing thoughts. "Alright," he turned, snatching up his laptop and setting it down on the coffee table. As soon as the screen was up, Damian was at his shoulder, glaring at the different programs that the man pulled up, as if to threaten them into working faster. "Fuck, the signal is messing up. I don't know if we can trace him like this."

It was then that Jazz, who had been scarily silent this entire time, spoke up. "Hand it here." She didn't wait for him to respond, pulling it in front of her before he could ask what she was planning. Damian rounded the couch to perch on the arm next to the woman.

"My computer skills are a bit rusty, but it shouldn't be too different…" She muttered as she worked, a look of deep concentration overtaking her pretty face as she worked. After a few tense minutes, she broke the quiet that had fallen as she worked with a triumphant "Aha!"

She slid the laptop back over to him, letting him see the blinking dot over a map of downtown Gotham, blinking right over the warehouse district. Damian jumped to his feet and began to search around his apartment, pulling out various weapons and pieces of his suit and tossing them over. It was obvious what he wanted.

As he donned his outfit, he turned towards the redhead. "How did you find him so quickly?" He asked.

She smirked, a tired and wry action that spoke of an interesting story. "My brother's friend taught me how to bypass some of the more annoying aspects that ectoplasm has on electronics. It's easier to look for a blank spot than to look over everything that you can see, after all."

He opened his mouth to ask more about it, but was cut short by an angry shove. "Move it!" Damian snapped, pushing him once more towards the window before hurrying over and pulling himself out onto the fire escape.

Cursing, Jason hurried after him, turning around when he heard Jazz move to follow him. "Stay here." He told her.

Her expression shifted into one of exasperated anger. "I can-"

"I know you can take care of yourself." He cut her off. "But me and Robin have been doing this for a long time. We have a rhythm. I don't mean anything by this, but you'll just be in the way." When she still looked ready to argue, he sighed heavily. "Hey, look at me." Her teal eyes met his tainted blue. He tried to project sincerity into his expression. "I promise that we will get your brother back. We've fought this guy before, and we'll probably fight him a lot more. Your brother will be fine."

She stood defiant for a few more seconds. Then, finally, she backed down. "Alright." She agreed. "But if there is so much as one scratch on him, I'll beat your ass so badly that death will look like a paradise." She threatened him. Her serious expression made even the pit retreated in fear. Yeah, he had no doubt that she would do that.

"You have my word." He promised.

"Todd!" Damian yelled from the roof. With another weary sigh, he pulls himself through the window and onto the fire escape, hurrying after his brother as he takes off across the rooftops.

Yeah, he definitely hadn't had enough sleep to deal with this. Was he gonna do it anyways? Yes. Yes he was. 'The things I do for this family.'

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(I know there are probably some grammar/spelling mistakes, but it's okay because I tried my best!)

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Melione (Greek Goddess)

Are we going to roll with what is trending? Yes. Yes we are. Let's watch the trailer.

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Games covered in this post: Geist: the Sin-Eaters, Pathfinder 1e & 2e, Planescape, Scion (after the break).

**HADES 2 spoilers incoming**

Supergiant games has revealed that the protagonist of Hades 2 will be Melinoe. Zagreus was an obscure deity from the Orphic Hymns and Milone is very much the same… except even more so. We at least have multiple sources on Zag, but as far as I can tell, we only have one text on Melione, which is short enough I’ll quote it in full:

I call upon Melinoe, saffron-cloaked nymph of the earth, whom revered Persephone bore by the mouth of the Kokytos river upon the sacred bed of Kronian Zeus. In the guise of Plouton Zeus tricked Persephone and through wiley plots bedded her; a two-bodied spectre sprang forth from Persephone's fury. This spectre drives mortals to madness with her airy apparitions as she appears in weird shapes and strange forms, now plain to the eye, now shadowy, now shining in the darkness — all this in unnerving attacks in the gloom of night. O goddess, O queen of those below, I beseech you to banish the soul's frenzy to the ends of the earth, show to the initiates a kindly and holy face."

This is complicated and I’m just doing a quick read, so fellow academics please forgive and correct me if I get something wrong.

It is absolutely clear from this passage that Melione is the daughter of Persephone, but who her father is is a bit more debatable. While the text specifies Zeus, lots of chthonic imagery is involved and Hades/Pluto is mentioned. Different groups of Greeks syncretized Zeus and Hades at different times to different degrees. While most modern people know them as separate gods, some groups (like the Orphics who wrote this hymn) viewed them as aspects of one deity. Others gave Hades a “Zeus'' alias because he was ruler of the Underworld. So depending on the story you want to tell, Melinoe's father could be Zeus, Zeus pretending to be Hades, Hades, or both as a single deity.

The other non-obvious bit from my readings is that the “saffron-cloaked” reference indicates Melinoe is a Moon Goddess. If you watched the Hades 2 trailer, you probably noticed she wears a crescent moon diadem and is trained by a Goddess who is most definitely Hecate, the only other saffron-cloaked deity in the Orphic Hymns (although the epitaph is associated with other deities elsewhere).

As a chthonic deity, Melinoe also gets associated with the dead, in particular ghosts. She has a terrible and fearful appearance from being the embodiment of Persephone’s, which combined with the darkness motif, makes Melinoe a goddess of nightmares as well. Again, all this is seen in the trailer with Melinoe’s ghostly arm and eyes.

So while we don’t have a huge number of sources to play with, there is still enough for Supergiant to bring Melinoe into their game. And if they can do it, so can you!

General RPG Info

Allies: Hecate, Persephone

Enemies: None

Temples: Caverns, entrances to the Underworld, graveyards

Relationships: Hades (father?), Macaria (sister), Persephone (mother), Zagreus (brother), Zeus (father?)

Worshippers: Diviners, necromancers, psychologists, the wronged and oppressed

Minions: Ghost, nymphs

Geist: The Sin-Eaters

Melinoe is a perfect deity to use as the basis for a Kereboi (if you don’t play Geist, that’s a big, nasty ancient ghost).

Description: Melinoe appears as a giant woman, who alternates between radiating blinding light and shadow so dark it snuffs out all lights. Her six arms are not attached to her body, instead they float around her, the bones within visible through their ectoplasmic outline.

Virtue: Kind

Vice: Wrathful

Attributes: Power 15 Finesse 15 Resistance 15

Influences: Domain 5, Fear 5, Rage 5

Corpus: 30

Willpower: 10

Initiative: +30

Defence: 15

Speed: 35

Size: 15

Numina: Chthonic Darkness*, Domain Sense, Engulf, Enforcement, Hallucination, Olympian Light*, Puppeteer

Manifestations: Avernian Gateway, Discorporiate, Emotional Aura, Empower Ghost, Image, Materialize, Possess, Twilight Form

Essence: 50

Ban: Most obey the Old Laws of her Domain

Bane: A thunderbolt tempered in one of the Rivers of the Underworld

New Numen - Chthonic Darkness: By spending 3 Essence, the ghost can snuff out all light for the Scene. Mundane lights cannot be relit, magical lights require a Clash of Wills.

New Numen - Olympian Light: By spending 1 Essence, the ghost shines bright with the light of the heavens. The victim contests with a Dexterity + Stamina + Supernatural Tolerance roll. If they fail, they suffer the Blinded (Both Eyes) Tilt for the rest of the Scene.

Pathfinder

For Pathfinder 1e domains, I’m avoiding alignment-based domains on purpose. I’m also going to consider Melinoe a demigod and give her four domains/subdomains.

Domains: Darkness, Death, Madness, Nobility

Subdomains: Leadership, Moon, Nightmare, Undead

For Pathfinder 2e, things are a bit more straightforward since we’ve done away with subdomains and everything’s just a domain.

PF 2e Domains: Darkness, Moon, Nightmare, Undeath

Planescape

Placing Melione in Planescape is easy at least - she would be found in the Grey Wastes with her mother or visiting one of Hecate’s two realms on the Grey Wastes and Baator. Faction-wise, the Bleak Congress and Dustmen are natural fits for her followers. The Revolutionary League and Mercykillers could also work for followers who seek to avenge the wronged and the abused.

I think an interesting twist to Melinoe would be if she is also worshipped by aberrations and dragons due to her frightful description. So if you are running a Greek-themed campaign, perhaps you have some chthonic beholders who worship Melinoe alongside the ghosts of their ancestors? Given Melinoe’s association with ghosts and darkness, I would toss in shadows, spectres, and wraiths alongside her minions as well.

Scion

Making Scion stats for Melione is pretty straightforward. Judge and Passion (Rage) are there because Melinoe was birthed from Persephone’s anger over the injustices against her. I'm also writing Melione as a Guide since they are easy to make and I absolutley love Guides.

Callings: Judge, Leader, Liminal

Purviews: Darkness, Death, Moon, Passion (Fear, Rage)

Melinoe (One-Dot Guide)

Asset Skill: Occult

Guide Stunt (1-3 enhancement): Gain an Enhancement equal to successes spent to the next action you take in the current session to deal with a ghost.

Final Thoughts

This is a new type of post for me. Hopefully you find it useful and informative. Got another one planned for Zag and Mel’s sister Macaria which should be up on my Patreon in the next few days.

Bibliography

Athanassakis, Apostolos N., and Benjamin M. Wolkow. The Orphic Hymns. Johns Hopkins Univ. Press, 2013.

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Types of Shadow People

Shadow people are likely the most common description given for ghosts by people. Theories abound about the different types of shadow people. Some believe they can be classified into different types of beings, such as aliens, demons, disembodied people, animals and even unknown monsters. While it would seem there are different types of shadow people, perhaps the descriptions differ for several reasons.

Through ghost investigation of shadow people, our findings concluded that shadows of different types are either human or animal in nature. The shadowed form seemed to also differ due to size of the person or animal. Incomplete forms, such as hands or feet missing, were likely more the result of an incomplete manifestation or movement.

If the shadow person is negative, traumatic, or ill-willed the form often is seen as a heavier, darker mass. Ill-willed specters appeared more diabolical, controlling and adept at altering appearances to seem more ominous. Manipulating others through fear, they often cause people to feel dread, sparking great fear in those whom they wish to attack. Still, most shadow people are not ill-willed or pose a threat. Often, they are deceased loves ones who either want to observe, watch over us or even seek our help so they can resolve past issues.

When shadow ghosts become visible to the human eye, it would seem that one of the first forms that may be noticed is a mist. This would explain why some shadow ghosts appear in a fog-like manner or why the end of limbs might be incomplete. As the entity comes further into view, the black mass will begin to take on the shape of a person or animal form. Still, details of the shadow have not yet emerged, so eyes might not be seen, etc. If the manifestation continues, the shadow person will sometimes become visible as a see-through apparition.

It seems like a mistake for us to classify shadow people into types. However, we cannot rule out the possibility that other entities might look like shadow people. There could be other plausible explanations for shadows that look like people, such as astral travelers of the earthly realm, psychically-created, thought-form ghosts known as tulpas or if at times we appear to others elsewhere while asleep. We could be in two places at once?

Human-Shaped Shadow People

This type of shadow person is self-explanatory and the most common seen by witnesses. The only differences in description might be due to how well the ghost has become visible coupled with the mental condition of the disembodied person. Shadow ghosts have been described as sometimes missing facial features, details of clothing, hair or outer extremities, such as hands, feet, etc. The shadowed mass can be transparent but has also been described as dark black static. Shadow people are often thought to be male in appearance, although children and women have been described in accounts.

Shadow people move quickly, are able to disappear into walls, through doors, etc. Many people claim to be able to see shadow people easier through peripheral vision, especially when the shadow is moving, often causing witnesses to feel like they are being watched. Many times, shadow people are just afraid as those who see them. It is common for them to run and hide. There are some ill-willed specters who attack while in shadow form, sometimes while people are in bed.

Black Mists, Dark Ectoplasm, Moving Shadows

This is one of the most common of shadow people sightings. Many times, the shadow person may not keep their shape when moving fast or be seen as a dark mist before becoming fully visible. They are intelligent and tend to frighten people who cannot readily identify them as a human form.

Animal-Shaped Shadow Ghosts

Sometimes, animals are seen as apparitions or in shadowed form. It is more common to see smaller animals as lower to the ground, moving shadows. Eye-witness accounts of shadow animals are less common than sightings of shadow people.

Other Types of Shadow People

It is not uncommon for people to see a shadow ghost peeking from around a corner. Shadow people typically prefer the cover of darkness. This is likely because they can remain more covert, blending in with shadows. The ghosts of children are smaller and often tend to be more playful. Both adult and child will sometimes peer around corners or from behind objects to see if the coast is clear to move about.

Shadow ghosts have also been seen wearing hats. It is not uncommon for people who are disembodied to still mentally project their image wearing clothing. Apparitions of people attest to this fact, as sightings of see-through ghosts are often described wearing clothes or period dress from their era. Many believe the hat man type of ghost to be something other-worldly, but their traits seem to be human.

Other strange anomalies associated with shadow ghosts tend to be disturbing to people. Red eyes or horns, for example make this type of shadow ghost seem demonic in appearance. Our investigations and experiments with such entities revealed them to be ghosts very capable of altering appearances in order to deceive and frighten victims. Just like there are people who frighten us here in the physical world, there are ghosts of people who choose to exhibit the same behavior after their body has expire.

#Types of Shadow People #Shadow people #ghost and hauntings #paranormal #ghost and spirits #haunted locations #haunted salem #myhauntedsalem #ghosts and spirits #ghosts #shadows #spirits

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randomrabbidramblings · 1 year

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So something that's been on my mind is Phantom's anatomy. Like how does this man function-? Does he have blood-?

Since he's a ghost-like creature, I don't think he has much going on in terms of organs.

My theory is that he's entirely made out of ectoplasm, but usually he lets only the upper part of his body visible (if he's not in the dark, otherwise he turns completely visible). He might have some control over how much of his body can turn invisible/visible?

I think, since he's made out of a Boo Balloon, he would "function" more or less like a Boo. Unlike Boos, though, he's not harmed by light and he doesn't cower when looked directly at.

The only "organ" we can definitely say he has is the grammophone, altough I do think he has a normal set of vocal cords in his throat as well. It could work either as a "second set" of vocal cords and a sort of "amplifier" at the same time. In his boss fight when he attacks he kinda aligns the horn of the grammophone with his mouth:

So I guess the blast of sound comes from the grammophone and not his natural vocal cords, or it could come from both at once (rip ears, then lol).

This is all I can think of for this guy's anatomy.

#rabbid #rabbids #mario+rabbids #mario + rabbids #mario rabbids #rabbid phantom #tom phan #phantom of the bwahpera #ask

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johtomoonfestival · 1 year

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Moon Maiden Contestant #1

Name/URL: Lillie von Wildenstein, @talesofthechosenContest Appeal–

MUSIC: Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy

COSTUMES

Lillie starts off wearing her classic canon game outfit. However, later on, her costume transforms…you’ll see ;)

Lunala does not wear any shirts or anything of that nature. Instead, she wears what she wore during the dressup round.

Both of them wear leis made of real flowers. Lunala’s lei has pink flowers to match the ones on her wings, whereas Lillie’s has blue.

—–

The scene opens to a view of the Lush Jungle in the evening light, an orb of Moonblast morphed by Psychic to look like a setting sun as it sinks down below the set’s horizon. It’s an Alolan Halloween night, with banyan trees and their ghostly, trailing, parasitic roots, Miltonia orchids that look like fairy skulls, mikinalo–Alolan sundew–ready to swallow Bug Pokémon whole, ghastly red-black ti plants that look like they belong in a vampire’s lapel, blue jade vines with their haunting blue glow as though they’ve died and just been reborn. Shining cobwebs covered in dew bejewel the plants for an even more eerie effect. The sun slowly sets and the sky projected by the Moonblast fades from yellow-red to deepest blue; fog from a fog machine reaches its fingers across the floor. Then the music begins.

[0:00] Lillie comes upon the scene in a version of her white dress, her hat and bag the same as she wore that fateful day she escaped from Aether. (How long has it been? Ten years? And how much she has grown…) She looks about, brow furrowed with fear and uncertainty, as a Will-O-Wisp glows from inside her bag–and after a long pause, at last she dares look down. The tiny Will-O-Wisp emerges as she slides open the zipper–an echo of Cosmog, in the middle of the flame’s flickering form is a smiling face. She shies away at first, but then tentatively reaches out to touch it–and realizes that it does no harm. The crescent grows bigger. The moon will reach her apex soon.

[1:04] The Will-o-Wisps dim to nothing with the moon. The night itself seems to ripple with the haunting presence of something, the temperature dropping twenty degrees to frost-ready chill. Dread passes through the room; the ghost is felt, directly behind the judges, before it is seen. [1:12] A moonshadow passes through them– the specter of Lunala making its way to the stage–Lillie turns to the side, and there she is, the outline of the now-translucent Nebby gliding about, moving through the night itself. [1:21] The third eye in the middle of her head glows as Lunala peels free from the dark and looks down at Lillie, the only corporeal part of it forming a gradient with its still-translucent body whose outline is just visible against the backdrop of trees and sky. [1:24] Lillie scuttles away.

[1:32] Then the Beast shifts. When those eyes close and open again, they stare back with human pupils. The ectoplasm on the wings shifts from deep purple to a beautiful dark brown. Then it shrinks, down and down, the wings collapsing into arms that reach out to enfold themselves around Lillie’s shoulders, until it becomes a dark-skinned woman in a bark-cloth skirt and a crown of leaves and flowers. Entirely human, save for her unusual height of 7’5”, and the luminescent purple undertone to her unnaturally smooth skin. The two women walk in a circle not unlike two felines sizing up each others’ strength until they face one another in side profile; Lunala’s hand reaches tentatively forward, and Lillie reaches back, until each one touches the other’s face. Not so different from each other, after all.

[1:37] Two pairs of outstretched arms now flow in sync as the two women step to either side, as though the two were about to execute Z-moves. To one side, then to the next, then back again, in time with the music. [1:42] Then as Lillie does a twirl the Lunala-woman raises her arms, and Moonblast puts a full moon in the sky. Six points of light appear around it, the very beginnings of a Moongeist Beam-Moonblast combination, but all is held in place as the music dips to silence…

[1:46] Both moves held in place release, beaming down on Lillie like a gentle ray of moonlight as she glides across the floor, her dance movements as fluid and graceful as water flowing down a hill. The Lunala-woman’s earlier transformation reverses; she rises back into the sky, the wings of her Full Moone form bearing hints of rainbow–like iridescent prisms. Then as Moongeist Beam beams directly down onto Lillie, her costume morphs before the judges’ very eyes as she twirls around–now mimicking the bark cloth dress that Lunala had worn in her human form, but dyed purple and with white cobwebs to match the ones on Lunala’s wings. The ectoplasm of Moongeist Beam clings to her, outlining her form in an eerie purple-blue glow; now she can see as the spectres see, and she dances as the spectres dance, so delicately it’s as though her feet aren’t even touching the floor. And then–[1:54] there, she lifts off the ground for real! Psychic has picked her up into the air to whirl about with Lunala guiding her steps. [1:59] The dance slows as the music slows, then quickens, then slows, then quickens, then slows, the movements of the two like the ebb and flow of the tide. [2:10] Will-o-Wisps in the forms of various Pokémon begin to bloom out of the dark, each one larger and more intimidating than the last–but with Lunala there, she isn’t scared, and they join her waltz as well.

[2:57] Then as the music goes into a diminuendo toward its main theme, all of them land on the ground. Psychic turns the backdrop’s dusk into a rising day.

Now it’s Lunala’s turn to pull away–the moon is calling, and the moon is starting to sink. Lillie’s mouth falls open–no!–and she shakes her head, cupping Lunala’s face in her hands to beg her to stay. The two of them look at each other with the most mournful of gazes; real tears fall from Lillie’s eyes as Lunala moves to fly away and she all but lunges to put her hands on Lunala’s sturdy chest once again. But Lunala would not leave Lillie with nothing. Bowing her head closer to her friend’s, she lifts the pink lei off her neck with Psychic and slips it around Lillie’s. Lillie takes her blue lei off her own neck and slips it around Lunala’s–and as soon as the lei touches her neck, she begins to fade, slipping back into the sky. The light of the Will-o-Wisp Pokémon flickers and dims. An illusion made of Psychic turns the moon in the sky to a shining sun.

[skip from 3:33 to 4:11] Then the sun begins to cycle through the sky, fluid in its movements like the notes gliding across the keys. Lillie once again starts to dance, and the Will-o-Wisp Pokémon’s forms slowly “solidify” via illusion as though they’re real. No longer in spectral forms of fire, they now look as though they’re real–like one could feel the steel plating on Charizard’s wings, or the soft fur of the serpentine Fáfniron’s mane. And now, as Lillie moves toward each one to brush her hands against their bodies in gestures of love, it is clear. These aren’t just spooks called forth from imagination for their scary appearances. These are actually Lillie’s Pokémon, the beings that Lunala has taught her to love…

The dancers fade. The jungle plants fade into vast multicolored nebulas of stars that still bear the plants’ shape. A Psychic illusion has placed a twirling Lunala in this glorious sky–the outer space to which she returns when the day grows too strong to bear. If one looked closely, one could see the outlines of Lillie and Gladion amidst the ethereal starclouds. And how she glories in them, how she revels in their humanity, how she so tenderly lifts and fondles the lei with which she has been honored…How she knows now that humans can be good.

[4:24] Lillie’s scene returns. The sun slows as it sets one last time. Lunala fades back into the scene facing Lillie as she faces to the left; the other Pokémon become wisps of fire again, mere visions of the future that Lunala had made possible. The two draw closer, and she reaches her hands around Nebby’s face to ever so gently draw her close–[4:33] and then the two press their foreheads and noses together, and the scene fades to black with the breath of life that passes between them.

#submission #johtomoonfest2023

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princess-of-the-corner · 2 years

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Possibly dumb thought, could prolonged exposure to ghost stuff turn people into halfas or something close? Like Valerie running around bonded to literal ghost technology for months if not years.

So no but yes but no! It's complicated!

A Halfa is made when someone heavily, HEAVILY, Ectocontaminated dies.

The 'easiest' way to do this is to have a Ghost Portal open on top of someone. Not only does opening an interdimensional portal on someone usually kill them, but that is literally the most concentrated Ectoplasm as it's the entirety of the fucking Ghost Zone.

So first off, on a large scale: all of Amity Park is now saturated in Death Magic/Ecto Energy. However, this is mostly used up by the Ghosts visiting so that they are visible to Humans. Usually Ghosts would be unable to interact without posessing someone and said possession would be more easily fought off.

This is why, before Amity Park, proving the existence of Ghosts to people out of the world of Magic was difficult. Only people who decided to use Death Magic or have a natural Leaning would be able to see Ghosts without some outside power boost.

As I said, this ambient energy is mostly used up by the Ghosts so it doesn't directly affect the Living.

However!

Long-term possession can effect the Living!

The main effect is that it will effect one's Magic Leaning. What I mean by 'Leaning' is what branch of Magic you have a natural affinity for. A lot of things can affect this, but we're focusing on DP stuff so!

Two characters who have been affected by this were Paulina and Sam.

Paulina's came from when Kitty was possessing her for a while. Kitty is a Light Core Ghost, so Paulina's natural Magic now leans toward Light. If she were to try spellcasting, Light branches would come more naturally, while at best she would struggle with Dark Magics.

Sam's was from Undergrowth. Hers was a little more severe for a while, being entirely locked to only Plant Magic. Eventually she heals from it and is able to use other branches of Magic, but she does still have the Leaning.

Now we get to Valerie!

Valerie is an.... interesting an unique case. She's not quite possessed. She's not quite just using Ecto-based tech.

Ecto-energy has bonded to her. Her body, her Magic, everything.

This is, admittedly, a high enough level of Ecto-contamination to make a Halfa. Not as much as the Portal method, but enough.

The problem is that Valerie is still alive. You need both Ectocontamination and Death to become a Halfa. Valerie only has one. Which gives her some abilities, but nowhere near what a Halfa is.

However, if Valerie were to die without finding a way to de-contaminate herself, then she would become a Halfa.

#danny phantom

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micah-weber · 2 years

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Place: Maulform’s Dark Apothecary Who: @murphysxedge

Micah had been staring at this special request order for the last few hours, scratching his head about how to even fulfill it. Whoever this witch was and whatever they needed ectoplasm for was baffling, he couldn’t even think of a single spell or ritual that would require it but then again he had no formal training so there was a lot he didn’t know about magic and still so much more to learn. The thing was he knew a ghost but even with said ghost in his life he had not once noticed any strange substance left behind whenever she made an appearance, which was pretty rare. His sister, Emily, had died in an unfortunate car accident about four years ago and it was only after he came back to Opulence that her presence became known. It had been small at first, little things that were easy enough to overlook or attribute to something else; his shoes were somewhere he didn’t remember putting them, one sock always missing from his laundry, his toothpaste tube being smoothed out even though he would always squeeze from the middle. First he’d accused his roommates of touching his things, moving them or hiding them because he’d find them in strange places like behind the couch or in the sink but it hadn’t been them. It was only when he came back to his place one night and finally saw the ghostly apparition that was his sister playing with his leopard gecko that he realized what was happening.

He was still working out how to even invoke her or communicate with her. Sometimes he called for her and she appeared immediately, not visible, most of the time he just felt her presence, a cold touch against his skin that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end and made goosebumps form down his arms and other times she didn’t come at all. She was very much like a cat in that regard and would simply do whatever she wanted.

“Hey,” Micah looked up from the order book toward Murphy as she entered out from the back room, “You ever source ectoplasm before? I have a ghost on hand but never seen her ooze ectoplasm before. Do I just ask her for some?”

#murphysxedge #para: murphy

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artistfingers · 3 years

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Do Sam and Tucker have their theories on how Danny Phantom passed away? In the undercover au, if so what are they? and how ridiculous do they get after they finally start hanging out with him????

[Undercover AU]

Sam and Tucker’s Theories on how Phantom Passed Away…. Yeah, I’ve got ideas there 👀

Below the cut: ramblings on their theories about Phantom in general, including how he passed away, and if he’s different from other ghosts. One or two spoilers for the comic I’ve got in progress and some I have loosely planned, btw.

Before they met Phantom, Sam and Tucker’s theories were in line with everyone else in town. One leading idea, that could have held a grain of truth, was this: that Phantom was murdered young and came back as a ghost to seek vengence… against the very ghosts that ended his life. Sure, it’s dramatic, but it makes a good story, and it kinda explains why Phantom protects humans. But they’re pretty quick to discard this idea once they befriend Phantom; it’s just not accurate to call him vengeful. But what do they surmise instead?

Well. It starts with little clues that Phantom doesn’t realize he’s giving away.

Early on, they learn Phantom is 15. Was he 15 when he died? Has it been 15 years since he died? Something else? How do ghosts count their age? They don’t really know. Phantom won’t really say.

Then, Phantom mentions he wanted to be an astronaut before he died. And that sends Sam down a rabbit hole to set out a potential time frame for when he lived and died. The Space Age began in 1957, with the launch of the Soviet Union’s Sputnik satellite. And if you account for the fact that Phantom’s an American teenager (assumption: his accent), then a likely candidate for his interest in space was the Moon Landing in 1969. Maybe Phantom lived through it.

Running with that assumption, and if Phantom died at age 15… The earliest he coulda been born was like, 1954, or thereabouts. Of course, he coulda been born any time after that, but it’s a good starting point.

Later they learn from an offhand comment that Phantom likes Nasty Burger. He went all the time before the accid—he used to go a lot, like, every week. Which gives Sam and her little detective notebook another clue: Phantom lived in the region where NB’s popular. I’m picturing Nasty Burger as a regional chain, like how In-N-Out’s mostly a West Coast thing, Nasty Burgers are pretty difficult to find outside the Great Lakes region. So that vastly narrows down for Sam where he lived.

...Honestly, Sam’s got one of those cork boards covered in pins and yarn and newspaper clippings. All Tucker can do about it is stand back and say, “Sam, this is getting a little creepy.”

After all, he’s more content to let Phantom open up when and if he’s ready. But Sam makes it difficult to resist thinking about, and she needs someone else’s perspective to bounce ideas off of.

And it is interesting, especially because Phantom is so close-lipped about his life and death. They have to wonder, is there a reason for that?

They even ask him point-blank: “Do you remember your life?”

And Phantom shifts uncomfortably, looks up at the moon that’s fat and full and bright, and says, “Yeah. A little too well.”

The strained look on his face tells them that they shouldn’t push it any further than that.

They start to research teen deaths that fit the right region and timeframe Sam drew up. Beyond their insatiable curiosity, maybe there’s something nice they can do for him if they can learn a little more. Celebrate his birthday? ...no, that’s in poor taste.

In more than sixty years of obituaries, there’s altogether too many young deaths. They find more Phantom-Likelies than they’d like. They don’t even know how he died, aside from one or two small things. They did learn he died in an accident, though (Sam tosses out all candidates that were murder or natural causes). The bigger clue is that the accident that killed him fucked up his right hand. Like, a lot. It’s pretty nastily scarred in his ghost form.

(As a side note, the scar isn’t visible in his human form, but in both forms he deals with chronic pain in that hand; maybe even a loss of sensation in those fingers. He’s taught himself to write with his left hand by now. Later on when Sam and Tucker meet Fenton, some of their theories about the Phantom-Fenton connection might utilize the fact they’ve both got messed up right hands.)

Even if his death is a touchy subject for Phantom—as with any ghost—I can see him using dark/morbid humor and quips around it. Close call with Technus and electricity? “Wouldn’t be my first rodeo.” or, the three of them giving a burial to a bird that got caught up in the telephone wires? “I know how you feel, little guy.” and so on and so forth. (Sam: I’m sensing a theme here….)

Tucker throws out some pretty ridiculous ideas. “Maybe he worked in a power plant and a hurricane tore through the place and he got buried in wires—” “Tucker, how old do you think you have to be to work in a power plant??” “I was just saying!”

Sam’s theories are a little more grounded (hah), but either way, the two of them agree that Phantom’s death must have been grisly. Not only for Phantom to die so young, but for Phantom to become a ghost at all, let alone such a powerful one.

It’s a pretty well-known fact by now that natural, peaceful deaths don’t generate ghost cores.

...and finally, because we can’t not beat up Danny a little bit, after helping him out in enough conflicts, Tucker and Sam start to notice that Phantom’s injuries are not like other ghosts’. He actually bleeds ectoplasm. Bleeds it like blood. Other ghosts are a bit loosey-goosey with their ectoplasm; it congeals and coagulates quickly, and often can be bent to their will much the way the rest of their body is, at least until the point of destabilization or complete separation from the core.

While Phantom neither destabilizes nor breaks down, his ectoplasm doesn’t coagulate like that. It flows out of him like, not nearly as viscous as it should be. And every time it does, the pain on his face is way too alive for comfort.

So there’s something about Phantom, something that’s different. Sam and Tuck can’t confirm too much, but this is Phantom; this is their friend. And they’re worried about him.

#danny phantom #sam manson #tucker foley #undercover phantom au #ask #anon #art writes #Undercover Asks

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ghostboidanny · 2 years

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Rapprochement (can I help you not to hurt anymore?)

Ao3 link

Summary: Danny revealed he was Phantom to his parents and things went well ... until they didn't. He flees from the dissection table to the one person who can help him right now, Vlad Masters.

Prompts by @catalystofthesoul and @frootysparkycakes It's dark, it's stormy, there's nowhere else to go. and "I didnt know where else to go" with your choice of villain.

Thunder roared above and Danny flinched, dropping several feet in the air before he caught himself and forced his body higher. Rain was pelting against his head and shoulders, cold and cutting. The sun was just setting but the dark clouds covering the sky made it even darker.

Danny was flying as fast as he could - which, at the moment, was barely faster than he could run. It would have to be enough. It had to be fast enough. Oh Ancients, please don’t let him get captured again, he wouldn’t survive it .

Drops of green fell in an alarming stream through his fingers, dropping on the sidewalk below him. The rain washed it away, so at least he didn’t have to worry about leaving a visible trace to follow. He was barely high enough to clear the heads of people and the roofs of cars. People kept jumping out of his way, exclaims assaulting his ears, but he was unable to make sense of what they were saying - he had no idea if he was making people concerned or angry. But … let’s face it, they were probably angry that a ghost dared drop ectoplasm on them. At least the storm meant only a few were out on the streets to see him in this state.

A new wave of pain assaulted him and Danny almost dropped out of the sky entirely, groaning in pain as his chest burned. A fresh stream of cold ectoplasm - of his blood - ran down his front from the huge wound on his chest. He pressed harder against the wound, trying to force his skin back together, as if that would remove the huge Y shape carved in his chest.

A sob escaped his lips - if he was sobbing because of the pain from his wound or from his fractured core, he couldn't tell. Probably both, most likely. His core throbbed in his chest and he let out a keen of pain.

Everything hurt, inside out. He couldn’t stand it. Danny just wanted to curl into a tiny ball and lie there until he stopped hurting. But he couldn’t, because he was not safe. They would find him. Would finish what they started.

The mere thought of them sent agony through his core and he could feel it fracture more, cracks spreading over the surface. Blackness entered his field of vision, as nothing but the pain registered. When he came too again, he was lying on the sidewalk, curled into a ball around his front, trying to protect himself. Tears streamed down his face, blood pooled beneath him, and he keened again.

A hand suddenly touched his shoulder and he flinched away from it, growling at them to stay away, leave me alone . The hand immediately withdrew and the smell of fear came from the person. That finally brought his sense back to him. Danny never wanted to make anyone afraid, he was just scared himself. But that was no excuse.

He forced his eyes open and immediately noticed that several people were kneeling on the sidewalk around him. They were all leaning away from him, staring at him with wide eyes. But as he watched, he noticed an older lady collect herself, the fear disappearing from her face. She smiled at him, eyes filled with pity. She moved her umbrella so it would cover him, not caring about the cold rainwater starting to drip down her back.

“Oh you poor dear, so hurt!” she said, and as she started talking he noticed the other people relax as well, the smell of fear dissipating in the air, until he could only smell his own fear. “What happened to you? How can we help?”

Danny forced himself to sit up despite the pain. A man reached out to stabilize him when he was about to fall over again, and Danny forced down another automatic snarl. His flight or fight instincts had almost completely taken over and it was hard to think through them screaming at him to flee to fight to get away . It was a battle to force them down again. Despite that, he still flinched at the touch.

He couldn’t answer the woman - didn’t dare open his mouth for fear that a scream would escape if he did. He could only whimper and try to literally hold himself together until he got enough energy back to continue flying.

A sound that sent dread through his entire being reached him from down the street. The blaring sirens from a far too familiar car, and the shouts of fear and anger that followed its crazy path. They were coming. He’d thought he would have more time than this. But they were already on his tail.

With a sob of pain and a loud keen, Danny forced himself back on his feet and then started running. Every step jostled his injury and sent new waves of pain through him, but his powers wouldn’t respond to him any longer. He was just lucky he hadn’t been forcefully turned human yet, or he would most likely bleed out in seconds.

Danny ran as fast as he could and people screamed when he brushed past them. The sidewalk was quickly emptying around him, which was both bad and good. Good because it was easier for him to move forward. Bad because it would make it easier for Them to spot him.

He heard the siren come closer and closer, and he got more and more tired. But he was close now. Just a little further and he would be safe. He had to make it. Failing would mean torture followed by a second death.

His goal finally came into sight, his one chance at safety, and it gave him enough of an energy boost that he could scrape together the last of his powers. It was enough to turn him invisible and intangible so he could run unseen through the fence guarding the property. Only a few steps more, almost there …

But … that last boost of energy didn’t last long and by the time he reached the back door he couldn't muster any intangibility. He ended up running right into the door. The impact made him fall to the ground and sent a wave of pain through him so intense that his world blacked out entirely for several long, agonizing seconds.

Once the worst of the pain faded, he was left lying on the ground, panting for breath. There was a green stain on the door and a puddle was rapidly spreading around him. How much had he lost? How much could he lose without dying again?

Oh Ancients, he needed to get up, he needed to get inside, get help. But he was just so tired . And everything hurt . Maybe … maybe he could just rest his eyes for a second. Surely it wouldn’t hurt….

“Whoever made that noise better be dying!” A familiar voice barked from inside and a second later the door was thrown open… right into Danny. The impact jolted him to full consciousness again and he yelled out in pain.

He forced himself to look at the person in the doorway. Vlad’s body language was confrontational, but his mouth had fallen open as he stared with open horror down at Danny. Danny forced a smile on his scraped and bruised face. “Y-you’re more right than n-normal on that front, f-fruitloop.”

“Danny”, Vlad gasped, voice barely above a whisper. It was the first time he’d ever heard Vlad use Danny’s preferred name. It was enough to almost make Danny’s smile genuine. The moment was broken when his core sent another wave of pain through him, so powerful he couldn't keep his scream in if he wanted to. Afterwards he was left panting for breath. It was becoming harder to breathe.

“S-sorry for showing up like this I just … d-didn’t know where else to go”, Danny stammered out, forcing the words out around the choking feeling in his throat. He could taste ectoplasm on his tongue.

A white ring blinked into life around his midsection, parting into two and spreading up and down his body. Wherever it went, it turned Danny Phantom into Danny Fenton. And once it reached the huge dissection wound on his chest, red blood started gushing forth. It mixed with the green in an ugly display of Christmas colors. Danny truly hated Christmas.

Hands suddenly pressed down on the wound on his chest and it hurt . He hadn’t noticed Vlad moving, several seconds missing from his memory, which wasn’t a good sign. Vlad was talking but Danny couldn't hear what he was saying, his pulse roaring far too loudly - but at the same time far too quiet - in his ears. All Danny knew was that he was in pain and he was tired but that with Vlad here they wouldn’t be able to hurt him again. He was safe, which meant he could finally, finally rest.

👻👻👻

Vlad sat in a chair he’d pulled up to the bed in one of his many spare bedrooms. His elbows rested against his knees and his head was in his hands. The soft beeping of a portable heart monitor and the weak but steady breathing of the boy in the bed were the only sounds in the room. Those two sounds were the only reason Vlad hadn’t gone completely crazy yet.

Danny was alive - if just barely. And with his ghostly healing he would probably be fully recovered in a week. Physically at least. Who knew how long it would take to heal the mental scars after what had happened.

For now Vlad was not moving from this seat for anything - he had already canceled all his meetings for the rest of the week. He was determined to be there for Danny until he had recovered, no matter how long it took. Because … Danny had come to him .

Those last words Danny had spoken before passing out seemed to echo in his head, reverberating inside his skull. He hadn’t know where else to go. So he had come to Vlad, his enemy. Because Vlad was man enough to admit to himself that maybe … he hadn’t treated Danny the best in the past. It might even be fair to say he had treated him horribly. And still Danny had come to him for help. Not his parents, not his friends, not any of his ghostly allies. Him .

When he’d found Danny on his doorstep, bleeding out and barely conscious, Vlad had thought his heart would stop. And then Danny had turned back to human and did pass out. Vlad had almost panicked right there and then. He had gathered Danny into his arms and phased them down into his lab as quickly as he could.

There he’d discovered … the Y wound.

Someone had tried to vivisect him! Had carved a huge Y into his chest! Danny had almost bled to death on the way here! How dare they! How dare they hurt his boy! His Danny, his son .

Vlad didn’t know who had done it yet - but whoever they were, they were dead . Vlad would not rest until whoever had hurt the boy were buried six feet under and then for good measure he would find their ghost and tear them apart again. He would make sure they could never hurt Danny ever again.

His ghost side had wanted him to go get revenge right away . But luckily, his more sensible side won out and he had first made sure to take care of Danny. He had cleaned his wound and then stitched him up. It was pure luck that the boy had passed out before that, since such a wound would hurt like a butter biscuit to stitch up. And even unconscious, the boy had sometimes flinched or let out a pained whine.

After that he had bandaged him up and looked him over for more wounds - there had been some bruising on his wrists and some minor burns from ecto weapons, but thankfully nothing more than that. He’d also given him a blood transfusion - specifically some of his own blood he’d tapped at an earlier time to keep in case of emergencies. It was pure luck they were the same blood type, since getting blood that could be safely given to a halfa was, well … hard to put it lightly.

Once the boy was as okay as he could be for the moment, Vlad had carried him up from the lab and into one of his guest bedrooms. While the lab would have been better, since it was sterile, he was pretty sure that after having gotten vivisected, waking up in another lab would most likely result in a pretty ugly reaction.

It had been hours since then. The storm had passed overhead and the sun was starting to rise over the horizon again. Vlad has been sitting here the whole time, keeping watch over Daniel and making sure he doesn't get any worse. And that whoever had done that to him didn’t come back to finish the job (though he almost wished they would so he could rip them apart with his bare hands). And during that whole time, Daniel had barely as much as twisted. If it wasn’t for the slow but steady rise of his chest, Vlad would have thought him nothing more than a corpse.

If only Danny would wake up. He had to wake up. Oh Ancients … please let him wake up. Vlad would do anything to make sure he would be okay.

As if they had heard his prayers, in that moment Danny let out a low whine and his face scrunched up in pain.

“Daniel - er, Danny?” Vlad asked, silently cursing himself for slipping up. He had spent the hours waiting - when not planning how to get revenge, that is - practicing to use Danny instead of Daniel. It was what Danny preferred to be called, despite Daniel being a perfectly respectable name, and he had decided that he would respect the boy’s wishes in that. But of course he had messed up immediately.

“Danny? Are you awake?”

Danny whined again but didn’t make any other indication that he was awake and had heard Vlad. Several seconds of silence passed, during which Danny twisted around in bed but otherwise didn't make a sound. Then … a keening sound reverberated from Danny. The sound went straight to Vlad’s core, making his ghostly instincts rear to life, almost taking over.

His core screamed child in pain, child in danger, protect them, take care of them ! And the fact that he wanted to protect Danny didn’t make it any easier for him to repress the instincts. Without his conscious permission, a purring sound escaped his core, a soothing sound to try and sooth Danny. Vlad also moved closer to Danny, spreading his arms to cover him from view from unfriendly eyes.

Danny keened again and then he started to mumble, so quiet that Vlad wouldn’t have heard him without his enhanced hearing. “No, please s-stop. P-please don’t hurt me.”

Vlad stopped breathing as he listened to Danny continue to beg someone not to hurt him. It took far too many seconds before Vlad realized the boy was having a nightmare and that maybe this was something he could actually help with, if he could just wake him. He just had to be careful, even injured Danny was still a powerful ghost and in his fear he could hurt himself or Vlad if startled awake.

He made his core purr louder, the sound instinctively soothing to ghosts, but especially child ghosts. He also flared his aura, projecting as much calm safe care as he could into it while reeling in his anger and fear. Not until he was sure he would appear as non-threatening as possible, did he carefully reach out and touch Danny’s shoulder. “Danny, wake up, you’re having a nightmare. You’re safe, I promise, just wake up.”

Despite how gentle he’d tried to be, Danny still startled awake, eyes burning green and a shield appearing between them, pushing Vlad away. And that last part was the most heartbreaking thing of them all - it meant Danny’s first instinct had been to hide, to cover away, to protect himself.

“It’s okay Danny, you’re safe”, Vlad repeated and kept his hands raised to show he had no weapons. He also let his core continue to purr soothingly, something he never would have let himself do in front of another being - living or dead - before.

“V-Vlad”, Danny said, his panicked eyes focusing on him. A moment later his shield dropped and he grabbed Vlad’s hand in an iron grip. “I … I’ll renounce my da- Jack, I’ll be your apprentice. Please I'll do anything, just don't make me go back there.”

For every word, Vlad grew colder and colder until it felt like it was he who had the ice core, instead of the fire that usually kept him overly warm even as a human. What had they done to Danny? For as long as he’d known the boy, he had never, not even for a second, even contemplated joining Vlad. Had refused to even humor the thought of renouncing his oaf of a father. And now … he offered to do so without prompting? Even offering to give more while getting nothing in return except safety? Something was terribly wrong.

“Danny … what happened? Why are you saying these things?”

To Vlad’s horror, Danny sniffed and tears started falling down his cheeks. “Vlad, I’m begging you, please don’t force me to go back to them.”

Vlad shushed him and very slowly reached out to place his hand on Danny’s shoulder, telegraphing every move. Despite that, Danny still flinched when he touched him. Though he slowly relaxed under the touch and let out another little keening sound of distress. Vlad purred back and flashed calming emotions through his aura again. “It’s okay, Danny. I promise that you’re safe and that whoever hurt you will never hurt you again. But you have to tell me who they are, otherwise I can’t keep you safe.”

Danny looked away from him, tears streaming down his face and little keening sounds still leaving his core occasionally. It took several minutes before Danny spoke again, but Vlad forced himself to wait patiently the whole time. Even though he wanted to let his bottled up rage out to tear apart the people that dared to hurt Danny, he instead forced his aura to project nothing but calm safe care and for his core to continue purring. He had to remain a steady rock right now. For Danny.

Danny mumbled something, too quiet for even Vlad’s ghostly hearing to pick up. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“T-the ones that h-hurt me … were my p-parents”, Danny whispered, fear terror hurt betrayal leaking through his voice and aura, as if afraid talking about them would summon them here.

Vlad’s brain stuttered to a complete stop and his core grew quiet. It took several seconds before they restarted and the words computed in him. “Jack and … and Maddie , hurt you?”

A nod was his only response, but the tears and the keens and the hurt feelings streaming from his core was more than enough confirmation. It just … didn’t make sense.

To some degree he could see Jack hurting Phantom. The big idiot had after all hurt Vlad by pure incompetence. So he could easily imagine Jack trapping Danny by pure luck and then deciding to try and dissect him. But Maddie? Surely his darling Maddie would realize Phantom was Danny before she ever brought a knife to his flesh. Sure, she could be extremely focused on her science and he had noticed her gain somewhat of a scarily intensive look in her eyes sometimes during experiments, but he had always loved that side of her. Her curiosity, her willingness to go however far needed to expand the field of science. But he also knew she was a perfect mother and would never hurt any child of hers.

So Danny must be mistaken. If any of his parents hurt him, it must have been Jack. Or if Maddie for some reason had been present while Danny got hurt, it must have been because Jack ran all over her, forcing her to act carelessly.

No, perfect and lovely Maddie simply couldn't be responsible for hurting Danny … right?

But the air was filled with the suffocating feeling of Danny’s pain and fear and worst, betrayal. Vlad could taste it, like rotten flesh coating his tongue. He could hear it, by the keening from Danny’s core, like a mortally wounded animal. He could see it, by the way Danny shook in the bed, making himself as small as possible, trying to hide. He could feel it, reverberating through his core, the instinct to protect the ghost child in front of him.

He could not deny that Danny had been hurt by someone he trusted and loved.

“W-what happened?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper. It was becoming a shore to keep up his soothing aura, as his own distress wanted to leak out.

Danny’s eyes grew distant, dark. “A week ago I told them I’m a halfa. They hugged me and told me they loved me. They told me they accepted me for who I am. Jazz, my friends and I still had our guard up, but as the days passed with nothing happening we relaxed. They even helped us with a couple of ghost fights and allowed me to release the ghosts afterwards! And then … today Jazz left for a weekend trip to a nearby college.”

Vlad’s logical mind told him where this was going, but his heart and core protested vehemently against it. Every beat of his heart said not Maddie, surely not Maddie, Maddie wouldn't do this .

“They made me lunch”, Danny whispered. “For once with no ecto contamination and without burning it. We ate together, we talked and laughed together. I was so happy that they accepted me. And then … I started to feel so s-sleepy.”

Danny started breathing faster and shallower. Vlad swallowed the lump in his throat. He tried to push his own emotions down so he could comfort Danny. “It's okay, you don’t have to continue.”

“No I … I should. Jazz always says it's good to talk about t-trauma”, Danny insisted, despite shaking like a leaf in a storm. ”I fell asleep and … and I woke up strapped to the d-dissection table in the basement. Jack and Maddie stood above me, holding s-scalpels. I said … ‘What's happening? What are you doing? I’m Danny, I’m your son’ and they s-said ‘you’re not our son you're … you’re an a-abomination and we’re going to fix you, no matter what it takes.”

A loud sob interrupted Danny’s tale and he buried his face in his hands, shoulders shaking with each pitiful sob. His core let out a series of loud keens and Vlad had to hold his breath so as to not lose himself to his ghostly instincts when the smell of Danny’s distress grew so thick he could cut it with a knife.

“T-they started cutting into me, no matter how much I begged for them to stop, no matter how much I cried or screamed out in pain. And they laughed while they cut into me. I was sure I would die again there on that table. Killed by my own parents - intentionally this time. They got through the skin and the sight of my organs … my core on display...”

“Then there was a loud boom, so loud I went deaf for a second, and all the lights went off. The phase proof cuffs holding me down failed. And I knew it would be my only chance to escape. I don’t actually remember how I got out, just how I felt. The pain, the terror, the betrayal. I could feel my core c-cracking. But next thing I knew I was flying as quickly as I could towards you cuz … I knew there was nowhere else I could go.”

Since the proto-portal exploded in his face, Vlad has had fire running through his veins every single moment of his half life. But now his ecto infused blood froze to ice. Danny’s core had cracked? That could have killed him permanently. Would have killed him had he not been a halfa whose human body could keep the ghost one alive and vice versa. And hearing that almost cracked Vlad’s own core in turn, for there was no longer any doubt in his mind that Jack and Maddie had hurt Danny like that.

His Obsession shifted in a span of a second as all his love for Maddie sputtered out like a dying flame. Instead his Obsession latched onto Danny with renewed force, demanding he did everything in his power to protect and care for the boy. For his son.

“Can I touch you?” Vlad asked, holding his hands out towards Danny to show he was unarmed. When Danny hesitated, eyeing him with fear in his eyes, Vlad was quick to clarify. “If you don’t want to, you absolutely don't have to. But I want to comfort you, if you’re okay with that?”

Danny stared at him for several long seconds and Vlad forced himself to patiently wait for his verdict. If there was one thing he could be, it was patient. He had waited 20 years for revenge after all, he could wait a few minutes for Danny to decide if he was comfortable with this or not.

Eventually, his patience paid off, as Danny hesitantly nodded. Vlad slowly moved closer, sitting down on the edge of the large bed and opening his arms to embrace Danny. Bit by bit he encircled Danny in his arms. The boy tensed in his arms but he kept his grip loose enough that Danny could easily escape if he wanted, yet tight enough to provide some comfort. After a few seconds, Danny melted into his touch, burying his face against Vlad’s shoulder and bringing his own arms up to hug Vlad.

Oh , Vlad thought, feeling a bit stunned. Is this what being hugged is like? Is this what having a child's actual trust is like? He couldn't remember the last time he had gotten a proper hug. Jack would crush him in an embrace against Vlad’s will. And the hugs Vlad had shared with the other Fenton members in the past had always been forced by Vlad through social conventions. Danny had never before hugged him because he wanted to hug him and it made all the difference.

For the first time since Vlad found Danny on his doorstep, his core was purring from content rather than just trying to sooth Danny. He no longer had to force a calm and caring aura, it came naturally from him. And in return, not only did Danny’s body relax more fully against him, but his aura stopped projecting as much hurt. And his core, though it sounded horribly warbled, let out a hesitant purr.

Yes, Vlad would do everything he could to protect Danny. He would spend days nursing him back to full health and months helping him work through the trauma. He would collect all evidence he had of Jack’s and Maddie’s neglect and sometimes straight up abuse of their children and start a battle for custody of both children. He would give them a home and he would work on himself to become a good parent for Danny and Jazz both. And in the meantime he would become a better person .

But for now, he simply held his new son close and comforted him in this little, yet significant way.

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