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duskyashe · 1 year

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NaNoWriMo Day #24

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Prompt found here, thanks to @mewzaque and @stealingyourbones

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Dani couldn't stop giggling, no matter how hard she tried. The memory of the last time Joker had tried terrorizing people was a great one, and she'd never not laugh at the thought of that clown getting pied in the face, but she really loved getting one over on Red Hood. There was just something about the guy that made her feel confident enough to really let her prankster side out. She didn't want to put a name to it, though, so she shook the thought aside and got back to work.

This was going to be her masterpiece, nothing was going to top this, and best of all? She wouldn't be making life all that difficult for him, considering he can and does swing all over the place every single night. A little more swinging to find a few misplaced (but guarded, she wasn't stupid, she didn't want to lose them lose them, just hide them for a bit) tires wouldn't hurt the guy. Now, if she could just stop giggling for a few seconds, she'd be able to get this tire off and Hood's bike would be—

"This has to be karma. This has to be, there's literally no other explanation for this," came a man's voice from the mouth of the ally, startling Dani into nearly dropping her tire iron. She looked up and found herself meeting the covered eyes of Gotham's resident antihero. "Hey kid, you got a plan for those tires, or d'ya got some kind of beef with me?"

She was so shocked, her mouth kind of just... flapped uselessly for a few moments. How—what—wasn't she invisible?! A quick glance at her hands showed that, nope, she apparently was very visible. At least she was "dressed down" and not all ghostly, she still had a chance to talk her way out of this looking human. Though, in order to talk her way out of this, she kind of had to actually do some talking.

Red Hood sized her up briefly before taking a knee. "Hey, if it's something against me, you can take it up with me, you don't have to jack my tires to get a message across. If you need the tires for something else, then tell me, and I'll help you find a different way of getting it, one that doesn't have you jacking tires in the middle of the night. Sound good?"

... a guy that big and threatening should not be able to sound that soft and safe. Jack Fenton was never soft, he was loud and brash, or he was louder and brasher, but if he was quiet, it wasn't a soft quiet. It wasn't a good quiet. Vlad was never safe, even when she thought he cared about her. Clockwork was manipulative, and while he cared about both her and Danny, he... Didn't have the same perspective on things as they did. In her experience, tall, physically imposing men were not soft, and were not safe. The fact that everything in her screamed Red Hood was capable of being both of those things, was being both of them right now, on top of the unnamed thing that made her confident enough to even try half the things she'd done since "meeting" him a few months ago? It scared her. It scared and worried her. She'd only ever felt this way about someone once, and there'd been a very good, very logical reason for that one. She was Danny's clone, she was as close to a perfect clone of him as anyone was going to get at this point, of course she'd feel safe around him after she stopped trying to kill him! Red Hood... There shouldn't be a reason for her to feel so comfortable and safe and understood and welcome—

Slack hands lost grip on the tire iron as something wet trailed down her face. She felt welcomed here; in Gotham, sure, but in Red Hood's presence, especially so. That... Danny felt like that. Danny and Jazz, and eventually Sam and Tucker, but mostly Danny.

Arms wrapped gently around her, lightly tugging her closer but not demanding. She followed. "Hey now, shhh, it's gonna be alright. I'll help you, whatever you need, alright?"

Dani couldn't help but laugh slightly hysterically at that. "Can you take down an abusive, corrupt billionaire who isn't entirely human? Can you dismantle an illegal, government sanctioned lab? Cuz life would be much better if you could." If I could...

"Kid, who do you think I am?" Red Hood said with a thin veneer of amusement barely covering his concern and anger. "If I can't do it on my own, I've got connections who can. You give me the slightest bit of proof for either of those things, I'll give you a status update in a few days and results in a few months, at most." He rubbed her back soothingly. "But neither of those two things would be solved by jacking my tires, and there're better ways to get my attention, as well," he said lightly, tone implying he'd be giving her a look if he could.

Dani flushed in embarrassment. "I was... kind of... trying to play a prank on you," she muttered into his warm leather jacket.

Red Hood was motionless for a long moment, causing Dani to start tensing, before his shoulders started shaking. It started small, and honestly she probably wouldn't have noticed if she weren't still being held like a little kid, but soon she could hear him stifling his laughter. "Oh gosh, this is karma. I can't—hey kid, you got somewhere safe to stay tonight? I've got some friends who'd love to meet you."

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HAPPY (belated) TURKEY DAY!!! Have some Dani and Jason fluff! Don't mind the light sprinkle of angst sauce, it's just a garnish, it's nothing too vital (⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿⁠ゝ⁠◡⁠`⁠) at least, not yet ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

I successfully managed to get through all of today without a single breakdown! I did take a two hour nap after the big meal, but everyone ended up waiting almost that long before having dessert, anyway, so I didn't really miss anything too important (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) food was good today, company was, too. I hope y'all had a good day, whether you celebrate Turkey Day or not (^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

I don't have much to say about this ficlet, except for the fact I might continue this at some point 乁⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠_⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ no clue, but I do see a lot of potential for this!

Have a good morning/day/night!

#danny phantom #batman #fanfic #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp crossover #dp au #fanfiction #nanowrimo 2022 #NaNoWriMo Day 24 #Dani is lonely and didn't realize it #but Jason is in a good place with Bruce and himself now #and he wants to adopt this little black haired blue eyed punk of a girl who tried to jack his bike tires as a prank #so he's going to pull a Bruce lol

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danny-and-hisshadow · 1 year

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Phantom prompt:(danni Danny angst)

Danny's clone danni decides she wants a family,and wanting to be part of Danny's family danni reveals one too many of Danny's secrets to his parents while he is at school. Her existence as his clone,his half ghost secret, the fact that a ghost(she doesn't tell on vlad )has tried to kill Jack on numerous occasions, that Danny knew and never told them, that their inventions are what made Danny what he is, that Danny has been fighting all the ghosts coming from the portal, and Danny is afraid of telling them anything.

Danni's desire to be closer to Danny brings a series of events that see a wedge driven between Danny and danni.

with Danny being all but placed on house arrest after the reveal , going so far as to preventing him from fighting ghosts, making it so he can't turn into his ghost from til they can 'cure' him, banning Sam and tucker from being Danny's friends after they learn of the dare they gave him that lead to the accident, and taking his phone,they decide to homeschool Danny 'for his own good'.

During this they adopt danni. Danny feels unjustly punished, being unable to turn ghost and protect the town leaves him falling on his second obsession with space to protect himself from going crazy. He avoids danni, resentful of her upending his life, while his parents act like he is being unfair to danni and being childish.

Danny can't get his parents understand that there is no cure,that separating his human and ghost side won't work. He feels trapped,both from being literally not allowed to leave the house to not being able to turn into his ghost half and from not being allowed to be friends with Sam and tucker anymore.

Jazz is both sympathetic to Danny and danni, but tells Danny that he should have told them sooner so something like this whould not have happened. She ends up losing Danny 's trust.

Danny, feeling alone and alienated, after a few months, ends up finding a way to reverse the thing that prevents him from turning ghost and leaving the house. He escape,but because he had to 'switch' his obsession, no longer desires protecting people as much, preferring to watch the stars, perhaps even going into space to get away from it all for a short time.

-during Danny's house arrest and him being able to fight ghosts and protect people,the town has been invaded by ghosts of all kinds(from ghosts like box ghost, to blobs, to trouble makers, prankster ghosts, ghosts that inconvenience people, ghosts that want to be left alone, animal ghosts, to more dangerous ghosts that if provoked can cause massive property damage.

Everyone in town practically has to tip toe around ghosts

(the Fentons have stayed home, watching Danny so aren't ghost hunting like they usually do, have the ghost portal locked. Doesn't stop ghosts from showing up though. Danny senses them,and many ghosts like to taunt him. They purposely don't destroy stuff but they do pick on humans,be annoying,and disrupt daily life in amity park. The town is in chaos, the Fentons don't answer

-vlad isn't mayor. He might have been told what happened by Jack.

#Danny Phantom #danny phantom #fic prompt

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hannahmanderr · 1 year

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DannyMay Day 14 - Seance

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Summary: Valerie is being haunted, and none of the usual methods are working to pin down who's behind it. Time to try and commune with the dead to get some answers! (FFN)

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Valerie had never been one to believe in superstition. Even after ghosts started showing up in Amity Park and she began hunting them, she viewed them more like the Fentons did: products of a natural process that just so happened to have otherworldly powers (that could generally be explained by physics). She’d never bought into the more mystical side to ghosts.

Danny tried to explain it to her once, telling her how while yes, much of who and what he was could be explained by science, there wasn’t necessarily an explanation for some of the things he experienced. Science couldn’t explain the way his core grew stronger when he sang a specific song from the Scorched Lands, or why he couldn’t stomach emotions of gratitude specifically on the third Thursday of the month. Still though, she figured there was just some explanation that science hadn’t been able to find yet. She was a woman of rationality.

So then why was she allowing herself to even entertain the thought of something mystical happening in her apartment?

She scowled as she set the candles on her coffee table, around the spirit board she’d borrowed from Nathan Davies (even three years after graduation and multiple refusals for dates, he was still way too into her. All she’d had to do was bat her eyes at him when he came into the Nasty Burger to get him to let her use it). The fact that she was getting ready to use it made her even crankier. She couldn’t believe it had come to this.

But her apartment was haunted, and the usual methods of extracting ghosts were failing her. So Plan B it was (although it was more like Plan M at this point).

It had started in the bathroom one evening after her shower. Someone - or something - had written “hi” on her bathroom mirror, and it appeared in the steam from the shower. It had been so stereotypically silly that she’d literally laughed when she first saw it, assuming Danny was in one of his prankster moods.

Except Danny had denied doing it, and Tucker had confirmed they’d been in the Ghost Zone the whole day. So that meant a ghost had somehow snuck into her apartment, past all of her detectors, and left the message. For what?

Despite the frustration of a ghost slipping through her defenses, she quickly forgot about it until a couple days later, when she found another message, this time written on the back of an envelope for a random bill, but this one was scribbled out entirely. She couldn’t decipher what had been written before being scratched out, but she thought she saw words like “remember” and “cool,” both of which told her nothing.

And then the next day, there had been a red rose in her freezer, coated with frost to preserve the petals. No message had been attached to it, and so she confronted Danny about it again, knowing his skill with his ice powers.

Again, he denied doing it, citing the fact that he was still working on perfecting his ability to frost plants over without killing them as proof. He speculated that another ghost was behind it, but she explained that it was impossible, since her detectors still weren’t being triggered.

The disturbances continued to ramp up as Valerie started finding things like rumpled blankets on her couch that hadn’t been there before she left for work, the faint whiffs of her perfume lingering in the bathroom even though she hadn’t sprayed it that morning, and a box of chocolate PopTarts shoved in the back of her pantry despite never having bought PopTarts in her life. More and more messages appeared in random places, some scribbled out, most others saying simple things like “hope you’re doing well.” A few more red roses appeared too - one on top of her steering wheel, one in her medicine cabinet, and, startlingly enough, one in a drawer where she kept most of her smaller blasters.

She began to lose sleep as she stayed up at night, scanning her apartment thoroughly for signs of ectoplasmic activity, but her scans never turned anything up. Every time she opened a cabinet or a drawer, she’d tense up as she’d wait to see if something else had been moved or added. Never taken away, interestingly enough. An ectogun and a thermos were openly carried on her person when she wasn’t in her hunting gear.

Danny stayed over a few times while she was at work to keep an invisible eye on her place and see if his ghost sense could pick up something her detectors weren’t. Even with him and his knack of tracking ghosts down, nothing turned up.

“Whoever it is probably knows I’m there,” he told her one night as he stayed for dinner, “and so they’re staying away too.”

And so it came down to tonight - her last ditch attempt to figure out what was going on and who was haunting her apartment. She, Valerie Gray, was going to host a seance.

She still refused to buy into some of the more serious stuff that Sam had been more into before leaving for Berkeley (although she was still probably into it, all things considered). It had been hard enough bringing herself to walk into the shop on Sixth that touted all things dark, occult, and mystical, and seeing all of the paraphernalia made her hate what she was going to attempt to do even more. The clerk had been met with a very firm “no” when they tried to sell her on a few additional items.

Everything she knew about seances came from the wikiHow article that had popped up //when she’d searched “how to have a seance.” She didn’t want to do any more in depth research than that. Still though, because she was so desperate, she made sure to follow its instructions as closely as she could.

Step 1: Choose a quiet room to use.

That had been easy enough. Usually her apartment was quiet aside from the TV when it was on, or if the window was open and the neighbors were being loud. She’d made sure it was firmly locked and the TV was unplugged before continuing the setup.

Step 2: Invite people who believe in the spirit world.

Well that would qualify just about every person in Amity Park, but this was already embarrassing enough. She’d do it alone, thank you very much.

Step 3: Prepare basic questions for the spirit.

The article recommended the use of yes or no questions and to keep them more generalized if the target of the seance was unknown. She wrote down a list of a few questions to make sure she wouldn’t forget or accidentally ask the wrong question. No sense in driving the ghost away because of a silly mistake.

Step 4: Set your table with the candles and ritual supplies you plan to use.

Candles were great for lighting the room and attracting spirits, the article said. She’d bought a few plain white ones at the shop she’d visited, along with some incense. A pentagram might help bind the spirit once it appeared, the article also indicated, but she refused to draw one on her coffee table. Hopefully one drawn on paper would be strong enough.

The next steps talked about different methods to use to contact a spirit. She eyed the spirit board in front of her with a wary glance again. So long as Nathan didn’t expect her to actually go out on a date with him, this would be fine. No pendulums or mediums necessary (Amity Park was a bit of a desert for mediums, anyway. Most were phony, and it was hard to pull a scam on people who were all too used to the presence of ghosts in the first place).

The article recommended setting up recording devices to make sure to capture all parts of the seance. She’d already planned on doing so; the Fentons had already proven that audio and video recordings could pick up on responses from a ghost that normal human vision or hearing couldn’t. It was one of the benefits to having a built-in camera and microphone in her suit.

Her phone sat to the side for audio purposes. She didn’t have a camera, but Danny lended her one that his dad had tricked out for the intention of recording ghosts. It was set up in the corner, and her laptop’s camera was rolling in the opposite corner as a backup.

Sighing, she checked back over the setup steps one more time. It was a stall tactic more than anything; the next steps involved the actual seance itself, and she was not thrilled to get to that point.

Only there was no delaying the inevitable.

Gritting her teeth, she grabbed her lighter and quickly lit the candles and the incense. The scent of lemongrass and candle smoke quickly permeated the air. She hit the record button on both her phone and the camera from Danny and settled into a cross legged position on the floor.

Make sure everyone is relaxed. Focus on the point of your seance to help you make contact.

She took in one, slow deep breath. Was her stomach fluttering because of nerves or simply anticipation? She hoped it was the latter; the idea that she was somehow nervous about this nonsense made her balk. She hunted ghosts daily. She’d faced the likes of the Fright Knight, Vlad Plasmius, and the Ghost King. She’d been the closest hunter to catching Phantom back before he’d revealed himself as Danny. She didn’t do nervous.

Recite an opening incantation, the article said next. The clerk from the one shop had tried to offer her a few summoning spells, but she’d declined those as well. She was more than capable of announcing herself to a mischievous ghost.

“I’m looking for the spirit who’s haunting this place,” she said, feeling stupid even as the words left her mouth. As if it weren’t already obvious what she was doing.

She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to be feeling, if anything. The clerk had warned her that a skeptical attitude would likely result in a failed seance, and her attitude definitely qualified as skeptical. The fact that she wasn’t feeling any changes in the environment only reaffirmed her suspicions that she was sabotaging her own efforts.

Except if she chose to believe that, then she’d be admitting a belief in the plausibility of seances in the first place. So which was it?

Focus, Val, she told herself. She needed this to work, or at least to give her an idea of who was haunting her. Having her apartment constantly messed with and not knowing what she was going to find next was driving her mad.

Steeling herself, she asked, “Are there any spirits here tonight?” A yes or no question. Simple enough to answer. She put a single finger on the planchette and waited.

And waited.

Valerie huffed. She should’ve known this was all a ridiculous ruse. Ghosts didn’t respond to things like seances. They were relatively logical creatures who followed reasonable behavior patterns based on provable phenomena.

She was about to call it all off and call up Danny again for any more possible advice when the planchette moved.

She stared, dumbfounded, as the planchette inched its way towards YES. Her detectors, of which she’d made sure several were present in her living room, remained silent. Danny, the only one who ever managed to make it past her detectors, knew how much this whole situation was bothering her. While a little turd he could be at times, he wouldn’t be so mean as to mess with this. And no one else was touching the planchette besides her.

“I knew it,” she whispered under her breath.

The flames of the candles flickered.

Valerie took another deep breath as the planchette finished its journey to YES. “Okay then, can you tell me who you are?”

The planchette began moving again, this time towards the letters. First I… then D… then…

“What do you mean you don’t know?” she said, trying to keep the angry screech out of her voice. Then, remembering some ghosts had trouble with their memories, she asked, “Do you know your name?”

YES.

“So when you say you don’t know, you just mean you aren’t willing to tell me?”

YES.

“Right,” she muttered. “Will you tell me why you’re haunting me, at least? Like, I don’t want to be rude, but I think I have the right to know.”

The letters again. W… A… N… T…

T… O… S… A… Y…

H… I.

“Hi.” The first message that had appeared on her mirror a few weeks ago. The temperature in the room dropped.

She found herself at a loss. “So all this… leaving me messages and flowers, messing with my stuff… it’s all just to say hi?”

S… O… R… T… O… F.

The half-answers were beginning to frustrate her more than the haunting itself. An inexplicable breeze drifted through the room, causing the candle flames to flicker again.

To another person, they might just take the signs as being indicative of the presence of ghosts. Valerie was not any other person, though. Her eye was well trained to notice slight disturbances, and she always kept herself acutely aware of her environment. The ghost was moving, it had to be. Her hand not on the planchette crept towards something hidden under the edge of the couch.

“Why me, then?” she asked. She didn’t want attention drawn to her moving hand. “There are tons of other people you could say hi to, so why pick the ghost hunter of all people?”

Y… O… U… R…

C… O… O… L.

Her lip couldn’t help but quirk upwards as she watched the grammar mistake unfold. In a way, it was oddly endearing. Made it seem more like a Danny type ghost than some mystical presence. Still though, she kept her hand moving.

“Well, I don’t know why a ghost would think a ghost hunter is cool, but Danny still thinks his parents are really neat, so that’s something,” she said. “But why flowers? And PopTarts? It’s all just so random.”

D… O… N… T…

W… A… N… T…

T… O… L… E… A… V… E.

Her brow furrowed. “You do realize I’m far less likely to kick you out if you actually tell me who you are, right? I know I have the whole huntress reputation, but I’m not nearly as bad as I was.” Says the girl who’s about to turn the tables.

A thought occurred to her. “Okay, tell me this: are you a ghost I’ve met before?”

The planchette didn’t move right away this time. She wondered if she’d scared them off, but the room was still cold and the flames would occasionally flicker. Her hand closed around the object under the couch, but she didn’t bring it forward, especially when the planchette finally did move.

YES.

Another impossible breeze brushed across Valerie’s face. Thinking quickly, she whipped out the net gun she’d hidden under the couch and aimed it in the direction she was (mostly) sure the ghost was. “A-ha!” she cried as she fired.

The net hit true, ensnaring its target. The ghost shouted in surprise as it was thrown back from the force of the net, causing it to crash into the wall and lose its invisibility. Valerie stood quickly, net gun still aimed at the ghost.

She looked it over. Black and white outfit. Wide, acid green eyes. A familiar logo stitched onto the chest. Perfectly white hair. A ghost she had, most definitely, met before.

“Seriously?” she said, her voice pitched far too high for her liking. “It’s been you this whole time?”

The sheepish face of Dani Phantom grinned up at her from under the net. “Uhh… surprise?” she said, lifting her arms to shrug.

It didn’t take long to remove the net. Soon, the two sat across from each other, still on the floor. Dani elected to remain in her ghost form and allowed a spectral tail to drift lazily into the air.

Valerie didn’t know where to start. “I don’t understand. The last time I saw you was -”

“When you and Danny stabilized me, I know,” Dani interrupted. She played with the fibers of the carpet absently.

“That was like, years ago,” Valerie said. “And that was the one time we ever really interacted. I haven’t even seen you the few times you’ve come around to say hi to Danny.”

Dani’s face flushed green. “If it helps, I was only really passing through. His portal is so much easier to use than random natural portals, you know? I’ve been trying to learn how to make my own, but it’s… definitely slow going.”

“I’m still confused, though. Why now? Why haunt me?”

The green in Dani’s cheeks burned brighter. “I… well, it’s just - I was back in town, you know, I - I wanted to stick around Amity Park a little longer this time, but Danny was really busy when I got into town and all, and I didn’t want to bother him, and - and I knew you were still here too, so I kindasortamaybe looked you up and came to say hi?”

Valerie’s brow knitted together. “Dani, it’s been nearly four weeks since you left that first message.”

“I know!’’ the hybrid said, throwing her head back in exasperation. “I’ve just been… shy, you know? It’s - I mean, like you said. Back when you stabilized me was really the only time we ever interacted with each other. I didn’t know how to… I don’t know, approach you, I guess? And not make it all awkward?”

“Not to be rude, but I think haunting me for weeks on end definitely makes things more awkward than just knocking on my door and saying hi,” Valerie said. She shifted her position. She didn’t have the heart to tell the poor girl that she was definitely feeling awkward right now.

“In my defense, I haven’t exactly had the most social interaction to learn from.” Dani’s tail flicked anxiously. “And I was just - I got so nervous, ‘cause I didn’t want to freak you out, or - or mess it up, and… Ugh!” She paused, took a deep breath, then continued, “I freaked out that first day, and then the second time… and every time after that. Soon it just got to be easier to talk to you indirectly, you know?”

“But why me? I still don’t get why get all nervous in the first place.”

Dani buried her face in her hands. “It’s ‘cause - ugh, I mean, the whole reason is embarrassing in the first place!” Her green blush was creeping towards the tips of her ears.

“Valerie,” she said. She visibly tensed, and she squeezed her eyes shut. “I… I never forgot what you did for me. Er, what you and Danny did for me. But… but you especially. If it hadn’t been for you, I’d be a puddle of goop in Vlad’s lab still. Just the fact that you… put aside things to work with Danny, put aside things for me, it…” she trailed off.

Valerie’s gaze softened. “I guess I didn’t know how important that was to you,” she said, feeling her own face grow warm. “It’s not such a huge deal, I don’t think. It was the right thing to do.”

Dani cracked one eye open. “Saving my life? If anything’s a huge deal, it’s absolutely that.”

The huntress rotated her foot on the ground. “Is… is that why you think I’m cool?” she all but whispered.

“Ancients,” Dani said as she buried her face in her hands again. “You’re cool. How lame am I?”

Valerie let out a little laugh. “If it makes you feel any better, I thought it was sweet. And the roses were kind of nice too, even if them suddenly appearing in my apartment was a bit freaky.”

This time, Dani’s intangibility glitched from embarrassment. “Stars above,” she whispered. “I swear, it worked on this one show I saw once. Then again, it was in Hungarian, and that’s definitely a little rusty for me…”

“Hey, it’s okay, really. I ended up liking them a lot! I even still have the frosted one in my freezer.”

“Oh please tell me Danny doesn’t know about that one, I’m never gonna live this down!”

This time, Valerie laughed for real. “Alright, tell you what: I’ll make sure he forgets about it, but you have to do something for me first.”

Dani popped out of view and reappeared in the next instant closer to Valerie. “Pleasepleaseplease!” she begged. “I’ll do anything!”

Valerie’s grin grew mischievous. “You gotta actually ask me out for real.”

Dani fell through the floor.

#danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay2023 #dannymay 2023 #danny phantom valerie #valerie gray #danny phantom fanfic #hannah writes #dani phantom #vengeful babes #what is it with me and flustered romances lol

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thesoulspulse · 2 years

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My Danny Phantom AU's (Jazz Fenton)

Jazz is such a great character, I should really draw her more. But in the meantime here are the AU versions I have so far!

Like I mentioned in an earlier post, this AU is where Jazz is the fraternal twin of Flynn Fenton. Personality-wise she’s pretty much the same overprotective sister but at least thanks to Flynn she’s not as intense and has someone else to talk to that understands her. Flynn can be a prankster sometimes along with Danny but for the most part he’s just as protective of his siblings, the only difference is he’s subtle about the way he does it. Jazz is lucky to have such an understanding twin there to reign her in sometimes when she goes a bit overboard, especially when they find out their little brother is now half-ghost!

I had to redesign Jazz’s look in my Unseelie Vlad AU since she looked too much like Merida from Brave in the original one. Anyways, this version of Jazz is still very intellectual and loves books. She wants to become a scholar or a teacher once she gets older since psychiatry isn’t exactly a thing in the time period Jazz is from in a small village in Germany.

This version of Jazz is meant to be a bit older, like 18-19 or so and is also part of a Witch Coven along with Sam and Valerie.

And finally we have Jazz’s genderbent version, Jason, otherwise known as Jace from my genderbent fanfics. I’ll stop repeating their names now since most of my followers know the ones I’m talking about. He still kinda reminds me of Kyo from Fruits Basket but that’s fine by me since I love that anime!

#danny phantom #danny phantom au #danny phantom genderbent #jazz fenton #witchcraft #unseelie vlad au #fraternal twins #twins #genderbent #genderswap #genderswitch #lost soul #haunted soul #thesoulspulse #thesoul'spulse #the souls pulse #the soul's pulse

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angiix08 · 1 year

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150+ year sequel of Danny Phantom has a new, mysterious character! She’s a halfa and likes going to school.

Sammy (real name or last name unknown) likes a neutral color scheme, often just wearing black and white because she cannot dress herself properly.

Her obsession seems to be something related to technology as she steals Ty’s phone all the time.

She never talks about her father, but he seems to live permanently in the Ghost Zone with her twin and pure ghost half sister. Nothing much is known about him, but he seems to be pretty traditional and barbaric. Her mother is out of the picture and she has been told she was a random human. She looks closer to her than her father.

She is an example of a halfa who cannot control their physical appearance. She has one permanent green eye and her hair color will not darken no matter how much hair dye she uses. She looks closer to human than ghost. Her skin is just a little too pale and her hair is so blonde that it’s closer to white than gold.

- She has been visiting Earth since she was small. She just recently was able to attend human school.

- She is very jealous of her older sister as she is pure ghost and is loved by her father. She is bitter towards her brother for rejecting his human side.

- Her father is neglectful and does not care where she disappears too all the time. He is just looking to raise the perfect kid and really dislikes humans, but can tolerate them for the sake of his two halfa kids.

- Her powers are weaker compared to her siblings, but she enjoys vr and can make the power go out if she gets emotional.

- Her and Ty were outcasts who bonded over that. Ty sees her as his little sister and wants to take care of her.

- Her cooking is super bland, but she has to eat to get energy as she is a halfa. Some ghosts eat for fun and some halfas do too. Older halfas don’t need to eat as much as younger ones.

- She likes scaring Ty with her ghostly powers. She sometimes will turn invisible in front of him or phase her hand through him. She hasn’t mastered possession yet, but once she does, she will be the biggest prankster.

- Since her powers are underdeveloped, she unconsciously does things like absorb electricity from strangers’ phones or float a bit.

- She’s in love with a mysterious ghost that keeps wrecking stuff in town and covers the walls with ectoplasm. She wants to find him and see why he’s doing this.

- She is the only halfa in her school???

I also wanna clear some things up about halfas since in my head it seemed off that the Fenton family is the true origins of the halfa gene.

Since it’s been so many years, there are branches of the Fenton family now. Danny’s kids Misty and Jackson had kids and Dani had kids. The Fentons are the head branch and then there’s the smaller families or ones who broke off. Dani’s lineage actually starts to get fuzzy after a few years and no one really keeps tracks of her descendants in the Ghost Zone.

So yes, every halfa is somehow related to a Fenton. Their population isn’t really big and it is even smaller in the human world.

If Sammy wants to start looking into her origins, she would start at the Fentons.

#danny #danny phenton #danny phantom #danny fenton #sam #sam mason #amity park #alternate reality #alternate history

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1princessbeast · 2 years

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Are there no Danny Phantom x Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? I feel like those universes would combine in such fan and awesome ways!!!

From Mutagen Ooze maybe being a sub type of ectoplasm, a mutation if you will.

The krang, their aliens. But what is there a species of ghost like the observants. Maybe even a failed creation/expansion of the observants that were cast out and forgotten until they grew enough numbers to start really causing problems for earth.

Human mutation wouldn’t be like a halfa or half ghost, but their own thing. Their mutagen/ectoplasm is a concoction of so many things, they don’t have cores. The bodies still very fleshy with beating hearts and ( mostly ) red blood cells.

The set up writes itself in a way! Danny ( and crew if you’d like ) head to New York either on orders from Clock work, you know, the normal crossover troupe. Or he’s herd word of ghostly things going on up there!!!

If your using red head April ( 2012 April specifically.), you could throw Wes Weston in there and have shenanigans through that!!!!!

And the character dynamics that can come from these characters interacting!!!

Danny bonding with the brothers over the fact that they have to keep their “identities” a secret and being hunted by the bad guys.

Donatello being obsessed with Fenton tech and how it integrates with exctoplasm, and the possibilities it could bring with mutagen.

Leonardo bonding with Danny over being the leader of their teams/friends/family.

Raphael having another sparring partner that has such different skill sets.

Michelangelo enjoying having another prankster and and overall chill person to hang out with.

Danny not feeling so alone in his mutated existence.

So many troupes or head canons can be packed into this baby. I wish I knew more about TMNT, my knowledge comes from the 2012 show. I really loved that show but it’s been a good long while since I watched it. I’d love to see more if anyone has headcanons for this!!!!!!!!!

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epickendall · 5 years

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The Summer of Del'goxoth part 2

It took a couple of hours for Danny to defeat the ghost falcon, so when Danny looked around, the realization rose to see it was now night time. Exhausted, Danny thought he could get home and get some sleep for once, not having to come home to rest in the middle of the night.

Then suddenly the ghost breath comes out Danny, who sighs, meaning he has to deal with another ghost. Danny turns around just in time to see a green net flying toward him, quickly Danny duck under it. Danny turns to see Skulker flying up on his jet pack Skulker had an evil grin on his face.

"Alright, Skulker, this about what the 55th time you tried to kill me? Why don't you just give up now?" Danny questioned.

"Please pray, I got new gear just to rip your head off to and put it over my fireplace!" Skulker shouted in anger, pulling out along a thin hunting knife from his belt.

Danny fought off a giggle, "That knife is your new gear? Bit of a step-down, don't you think?"

"That's not my new gear runt!" Then popping out of Skulker's shoulder was a pair of dual rocket launchers.

"I just had to open my mouth," Danny thought.

Skulker fires about four homing rockets at Danny for the kill Danny fly up further in the air avoiding Skulker rockets, Danny blast about two of the missiles out of the sky. Danny led the last two remaining rocket toward Skulker. Danny flies fast as he could he fly under Skulker who tries to stab Danny with his hunting knife, only getting a cut on Danny's chest. Skulker turns to see the rockets coming toward him as it was too late for him to dodge the missiles explode on impact Skulker take significant damage from it.

"Is that all got Skulker because I'm about ready to finish this," said Danny.

"Not in a long shot, the hunt is still on," said Skulker getting angry

Skulker lifts both of his arms toward Danny as Skulker's hand falls off, and miniguns come out of his arm, Skulker laughs as he fires his minigun at Danny unloading a hellfire of bullets.

Danny tries to get out of sight of Skulker miniguns to avoid getting ripped apart by the bullets. Danny hears cheers from below him, Danny takes a quick look down to see a crowd cheering him on.

"At least they are not getting in the way," Danny thought.

"I could see the news is going to be tomorrow! Just imagine, the world-famous hero turns into a nice pelt of a greater hunter," Skulker kept shooting at Danny then Skulker minigun runs out of ammo "aw shit."

Danny sees his chance with full force. Danny punches Skulker out of the air onto the street pavement making a colossal crash landing. Danny flies down to the street, just as he pulls out the Fenton Thermos from behind him, Skulker looked upwards, confused and hurt, to see his fate.

"Goodbye, Skulker," Danny says as Danny takes the cap of the thermos and turning on the thermos.

"I will come back to you!" Skulker screamed and raged, but it did not matter; he was defeated yet again.

The thermos sucks up Skulker into it, Danny quickly put the cap back on, Danny yawns he turns to see the crowd still cheering him and taking pictures. Danny flies up in the air. He heads back home for a while, deserved rest. Unknowing to Danny, a man in his late twenties wearing a long blue hoodie, his face hidden from the crowds has taken pictures of Danny. The man sent them to an unknown source, just then the man's phone rings.

"He is perfect," said the unknown voice response on the other side.

"Danny might seem the type who decline our offer, leader," The man tried to sway the woman on the other side.

"It's not his choice! He will be thankful once we turn him into a god that he is destined for,"

"Okay then leader, we will get him,"

"You better,"

The call ended with the man walk back to a dark coffee shop; he has to make more phone calls.

The next day in Gravity Falls, Wendy helps Soos with moving a few boxes into the mystery shack, along the way, they carry a large wooden crate from Soos's truck.

"Soos, what's in this create? A stack of rocks?" Wendy whizzed with the effort to carry the humongous thing.

"No, it is supposed to be some frozen caveman from Canada," said Soos tells her if such thing was obvious.

" Cool, Is the Caveman actual frozen or just a model of a frozen caveman," Wendy already knew the answer, dispute everything the plain fraud never entirely changed around here.

"No, the caveman is frozen; all we had to do is put it away from the sunlight."

Of course, and Wendy thought of another thing, "By the way, Soos, how are things with you and melody?"

"Pretty good, Wendy, I'm planning on proposing to her this Summer," Soos says in a soft voice, and his eyes soften with a faraway look.

"Dude, that's great news!" Aw, they're too cute! Wendy thought.

"Thanks, I just need to find the perfect moment to pop the question,"

"Did you get the ring yet?"

"Yeah, I put it somewhere, so I don't lose it,"

Wendy and Soos's conversation got interrupted by the sound of a cannon firing in the distance. They looked up to see a couple of red water balloons raining down on Wendy and Soos.

Quickly, they run out of the way, dropping the wooden crate when the water balloon burst open on the ground. Angry yellowjackets fly out of the broken water balloons, as they looked toward Wendy and Soo's.

They fly right to towards them! Ready to sting them. Soos and Wendy panic, quickly getting into Soos's truck. And rolling up the windows closed, closing the air filters in the car so that yellowjackets wouldn't get in.

It took a while for the Yellowjackets to lose interest over Wendy and Soos, but soon they flew away, the two cautiously got out of the truck.

"I thought I was going to get stung for a second there," Soos gushes in relief.

"Me too, Soos," Wendy nods.

Wendy looks around to see the damage done, when the lights caught her, like a shiny watch, a light was on her eyes. In the distance, cautiously, she and Soos follow the light, what they found was a shiny white cannon, a bag of red water balloons, and a broken yellowjacket nest. All scattered and left behind.

"It must be that prankster that done this," Wendy gritted her teeth, she and Soos have done nothing wrong!

"Probably got away, let's go back to see if the caveman is alright," said Soos

When Wendy was backing with Soos, Wendy heard a burst of laughter from behind her. She turns around to see no one.

Author note: Thank you, FamRoyalty, with the help of the editing.

#danny phantom #gravity falls

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mahimahi713 · 6 years

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Christmas Truce 2017

Yes, it is 2018. Yes, it is obsenely late.

But life is life and it is done. I hope you enjoy, @bluename

Its Clockwork being a troll. I loved writing it, the prompt was just too amusing.

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To those who knew of Clockwork, he was a serious, no nonsense, but kind ghost. To the few who thought they knew him, he was pretentious and kind of an asshole. And, to those few who actually knew him, he was all of these things and also…a prankster. Those few knew to keep their mouths shut, lest they be on the receiving end of a particularly humiliating prank. When Clockwork was in the mood, no one was safe from him.

It was a typical spring day that Clockwork decided to cause a bit of “chaos” around Amity Park. Amity park was his favorite place to pick victims, other than the ghostzone. Ghosts were fun to prank (things like steaking Skulker’s suit and giving it to Klemper. Turning Johnny's bike pink, putting a muzzle on Youngblood's parrot. However, something about pranking humans was especially satisfying. He even got some ghosts to help him sometimes. Like the time he got the box ghost to switch the contents of packages people received; Teen boys got vibrators, macho men types received stuffed animals and dresses, those who hated insects received boxes of them.

Today, however, he decided to act alone. What made his pranks so fun, was that he always got away with it. After all, save for maybe three people in Amity, who could ever know to blame him? As he scanned over Amity park in his tower, he thought of what pranks he wanted to pull. He paused over a couple of teen boys throwing around a football in the park and his smile turned devious. He quickly went to the park and watched the boys, Dash and Kwan, for a moment before acting.

“Time out!” he said. His eyes scanned the park, and he quickly found what he was looking for: a squirrel mid jump.

He took the squirrel, and replaced the football with it. The football had been flying towards Dash, who’s hands were ready to catch it.

“Time in!” Said Clockworks, just after turning invisible.

“ I got i-“ Dash cried out, expecting the football. But upon seeing the squirrel flying towards him, his eyes bulged. “What the f-!”

He didn’t get to finish his statement before the squirrel, landed on his face and began to claw at any skin its claws touched.

Dash began to screech. “Get it off me! Get it off me!” He tried to fling it off, but in its fear, the squirrel clung tighter and then crawled into his shirt. His screams intensified.

Kwan watched, frozen in place. “Don’t hurt Mr. Squirrel!” he said as Dash began slapping his chest.

Clockwork, having turned to his child form, giggled hysterically. He sighed and watched aa the squirrel finally jumped out.

Dash sniffed and quickly wiped at the tears that had escaped his eyes.

“Kwan!” he yelled, shakily. “What the fuck did you do? Why didn’t you help me?!”

“I didn’t put it there! And I didn’t want to hurt the squirrel! You didn’t have to either!”

“What about me?!” Dash questioned.

“You’re fine!” Kwan replied.

As their argument intensified, Clockwork made his way to a familiar brick house.

Inside Fenton Works, Jack Fenton was getting ready to enjoy a fresh batch of fudge his wife had just made.

He quickly paused time, disabled their ghost sensor, and got to work. He looked in the fridge and in the back, found an expired bottle of tartar sauce. He mixed it with some horseradish he also found. He scanned the fridge again and was surprised to see a jar of Vegemite. He mixed that in, too, nearly the whole jar. Finally, he took some Kale, which Jack and Danny refused to eat and threw it in.

Clockwork laughed to himself as he prepared the fudge. He took some off the top, added a layer of his “concoction” and put back the fudge and smoothed out the top.

Once again, he re-started time and watched his prank unfold.

Jack took the large spoon he had (It was actually a serving spoon, but when it came to Fudge for him, the bigger the bite, the better.) and he scooped up a good quarter of the fudge. He managed to shove it all in before chewing.

He chewed for a moment, eyes closed, before his eyes bulged open and he ran to the sink and spat out the fudge. He rinsed out his mouth and cried out for Maddie.

“Maddie! Maddie, come here! Maddie!” he began pacing, or rather stomping, arounf the kitchen.

“Jack! I'm working! What are you yelling about?” She asked.

“My fudge, Maddie, my fudge! How could you?! Don’t you know not the mess with a mans fudge??”

“Jack, I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

He thrust the tray towards her. “Look! I can forgive the horseradish and whatever else that is, but kale?? How could you? Kale! Of all things!”

“Jack, I had no idea how this got in here! I didn’t do it.” She assured him.

“Well! It must has been a ghost then!” he said.

“Impossible! Our sensor would have gone off, and if a ghost tried to turn it off, it would have attacked them.”

‘Unless you have the power to stop time' Thought Clockwork. He quickly left he broke into hysterical laughter.

He pulled some pranks here and there in Amity: Bugs in Paulina’s make up, turning the news reporter, Lance's hair baby poop green by putting dye in his conditioner, making it so Val’s weapons did things like squirt water or shoot out foam darts, etc.

It was getting late when he came upon his final victims. Sam, Danny, and Tucker were taking advantage of Sam's empty house to watch movies, bowl, eat too much junk food, and raid the liquor cabinet. Not that they were doing anything wrong, they were all 21. But the Manson’s had only the best, and Danny and Tucker enjoyed being able to have it for free.

He tried to do what he was planning (Alcohol replaced with Juice, taking the food, and so on) when Danny left the room, so he couldn’t sense him.

However, Sam sighed and called him out.

“Clockwork, I know you’re there. Whatever you’re thinking of pulling, don’t.”

He turned visible. “How did you know?”

“We managed to figure out, well, mostly Sam figured it out, that you're the ghost pranker of Amity Park.” Danny said, walking back into the room.

“We’ve heard about all the pranks happening today and knew you were around.” Tucker stated.

I don't get it, didn't you know we'd figure you out?” Sam asked.

“I uh, didn’t look that far ahead…” He replied.

Sam sighed and turned back towards the giant TV screen.

“Really, Clocky,” Sam started, and his eye twitched at the nickname. “You should know better.”

“You really should.” Danny chided.

“Yup.” Said Tucker.

Clockwork frowned.

“Well, you’re already here, you’re welcome to join us, if you'd like.” Sam offered.

“Oh, thank you. That’s kind, I have to get back though.” He said.

“That's too bad, but hey! Next time, get us in on that action.” Tucker said.

“Oh yeah, that would be awesome.” Danny said.

“I already have some ideas.” Sam stated.

“Oh, they’re evil.” Tucker said.

Clockwork smiled. “I’ll be sure to do that.”

He was about to disappear when Danny stopped him.

“Hey, listen, everyone thinks it's me pulling the pranks, could you maybe somehow, show that it isn’t?”

Clockwork thought for a moment.

“I can.” He replied.

“Oh great! Will you?” Danny asked.

Clockwork smirked.

“No.” He stated and he disappeared with a dramatic sweep of his cloak.

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