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Hey guess who finally started posting their screenshot-based Nuzlocke that they've been sitting on for the past 5-ish years? I'm planning on playing through all mainline Pokemon games, starting with the gen 1 games: Red, Blue, and Yellow! Come check it out if you're interested, maybe?
#fuck it i'm bumping this here too#hi i'm gonna be working on this as a low-effort thing#updating twice a week on wednesday & saturday
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I've made the distressing discovery that while I can barely type without pain, I can apparently write just fine. That's going to haunt me for sure.
#dark rambles#specifically it's annoying because I am for sure going to get tempted to write things on paper now. which sucks.#specifically because I won't be able to digitize them if I can't type so I can't share them aaaaa#also writing things digitally is so much more convenient than paper. I love being able to go back and add extra notes and shit
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today another fic idea clubbed me in the back of the head and I got really really tempted to sit down and actually plan it out with any actual intention to write it. but then I wrote down the basic concept in my fic ideas file, and just those ~350 words hurt, and kept hurting for several more hours.
anyway, I've since closed the fic ideas file and am now staunchly ignoring it. it just keeps whispering.
#dark rambles#tbf I've been pushing my wrist with other stuff. I managed a pretty decent output of words at the start of December#but also that was only for a few days before I burned out on that. so.#don't ask about the fic idea it's not DP and was inspired by the end notes on something I read.
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to anyone missing my writing please know i am also missing my writing
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Sometimes when checking bookmarks on my fics (or the comments/notes left on them, anyway) I see comments that make me wonder why people even bothered to pick up the fic. Like, I 100% get being a picky reader or having preferences or whatever, but, that's what tags are for? If you dislike a specific character, why read a fic where that character is tagged? If you're looking for hardcore angst, why read a fic tagged "fluff" and not "angst"?
#dark rambles#like I understand that people don't realize authors can see the comments on a bookmark (unless it's set to private) but. come on.#it's not like I have a gazillion tags on my works either. anyway.#ultimately it's not like a Big Deal but. it is a little annoying to see people complaining (even if only to themselves) about that stuff#this isn't about anyone specific btw. it's just something I see fairly regularly.#and every time I go like 'really? did you read the tags before opening the fic? at all?'
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Been hearing this is a problem again. Don't be a dick in bookmarks, folks. And yes while I made this image, I'm giving free reign. Take it. Spread it far and wide. Because I'm hearing that some readers don't know that their bookmarks are visible.
#yea I have a search saved to easily look at bookmarks on my works#and sometimes people really do leave pretty negative remarks in there#(usually it's reminders to read or notes on where they left off tho)
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I wrote a fic along these lines a few years back! Admittedly the Fenton parents think Phantom is 'just' possessing Danny, so they split them apart and destabilize/destroy Phantom to make sure he won't be a problem anymore. Without Phantom/the ectoplasm Danny starts to die because of the portal injuries. It's on AO3 right here, if you're interested.
I always see people make certain dp characters [ie: Danny's parents, val, giw] wanna get rid of phantom from danny like an exorcism
Even tho they're the same person right
But I always think of that ep where danny went through that ghost spliter, and you see Phantom and danny as two separate beings [this would've been so cool to explore btw]
Before they quickly went back lol
But what if the giw or someone actually succeeded in splitting them up. I wanna see the ramifications that would have.
Would Danny's "human form" slowly deteriorate from the injuries he sustained from the portal? Would it be instant or would it happen slowly.
Everyone thinks yay! No more halfa hes cured yippee 🕺until Danny looks more and more worn down, has phantom pains, can't sleep, nightmares, and slowly slowly his injuries start killing him and everyone starts noticing.
And then they realize danny can't live without phantom. That the people trying to save him from phantom inevitably ended up killing him again.
Also on the flip side how would this affect phantom like would he just fade away since his body technically isn't dead yet. Would he be caught up in some weird in-between 🤔
Many thoughts many thoughts
I'd also love to hear anyone else's thoughts on this
#dark rambles#it's definitely an interesting area to explore imo#also I can't believe that fic is over 4 years old. god time really has flown by since 2020
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Welcome back! I saw you are taking story ideas so I wanted to submit two of the prompts I wrote for Phic Phight.
1) Danny's excuse when someone notices the resemblance between Fenton and Phantom and comes too close to his secret: The ghost is his dead twin who he ate in the womb. This might have more truth to it than he originally thought.
2) Long ago Clockwork had and lost a child, the young Ancient of Space. Even with his Sight of time, he could never see what became of them, only that they disappeared. Now another being that evades his Sight has crashed into his existence. Another child, and this one a boy with the stars in his eyes and the cold of space in his veins.
I hope you like either of these!
Thank you! I went with #1, but admittedly it turned out a little short.
Duplicity
Rating: Gen Warnings: focuses on vanishing twins & the formation of ghosts, especially in connection to each other Words: 770 Additional Tags: Post-reveal, Good Fenton parents
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“You know, one thing still confuses me about ghost cores.” Danny resisted the temptation to fidget when three pairs of eyes turned to him. “Or, uh, the cores of half-ghosts, at least?”
“Do tell, Great One, and perhaps I can answer.” Frostbite turned further to face him.
“Well, um.” Danny’s eyes darted over to his parents, briefly, before returning to Frostbite. “Isn’t it kinda weird that my core is more stable than Dani and Vlad? Like, I thought Dani was just because she was a clone, so she was destabilizing, but apparently Vlad got really sick as he was developing his powers? But I was, well, fine?” He shrugged, unsure of how to put his thoughts into words.
His mother hummed thoughtfully, but didn’t say anything. Neither did his dad, though he did frown.
“Of course not. Both other half-ghosts you refer to had to develop their own cores, growing them from scratch. You, on the other hand, absorbed yours from another ghost, thus stepping past the initial growing pains.”
Danny felt his heart stop. His core freeze. Thoughts grinding to a halt.
“Excuse me?” he blurted out, automatically, incredulously. “Are you telling me I killed another ghost?”
“No, no.” Frostbite lifted his hands, voice dropping into a soothing tone. “Although it is not unheard of for proper ghosts to fuse together into one, this sort of core-binding is only possible with blob ghosts.”
“And blob ghosts aren’t truly sentient, right?” Maddie hummed in thought, saving Danny the effort of trying to figure out what, exactly, Frostbite meant. “They’re barely more than free-floating ectoplasm, which is common here in the Ghost Zone.”
Frostbite nodded. “Indeed. A more developed ghost couldn’t have been absorbed in such a manner, so there is no need to worry, Great One.”
“That’s a relief.” Danny heaved a sigh. It still felt weird to imagine that his core wasn’t originally his, that it had developed separately, but, well. At least he hadn’t killed someone in the process.
“Although,” Frostbite suddenly started, interrupting Danny’s thoughts. “It is very unusual.”
“Oh?” Danny felt like slapping himself. Why did he ask for more information? He regretted asking in the first place. Knowing more wasn’t going to make himself feel better, was it?
But his parents would probably have asked if he hadn’t. Right? Yeah, definitely.
“Typically, ghosts require some form of connection to be present to bind together. Two fully-formed ghosts can fuse over shared goals or other such traits, but such a thing isn’t possible with a blob ghost. To absorb one of those, a more tangible connection is required.”
Frostbite eyed Danny, but he couldn’t quite read the emotion in his eyes. “Obviously the power of the Ghost Portal let you bypass the part where you weren’t a ghost yourself—” or perhaps he was dying and turning into a ghost anyway, “—but that connection would’ve still been necessary.”
But how. What? Who? The blob ghost must’ve come from somewhere, something, someone, but Danny couldn’t imagine, couldn’t think—
“Oh, that makes sense,” Maddie said, voice casual. “Danny absorbed his twin in the womb, so it makes sense for him to do the same thing with his twin’s ghost.”
“What?” Danny blurted out, turning to her in shock. “I had a twin? A twin I absorbed?!”
“Well, yes.” Maddie nodded, looking at him in confusion. “Of course, it happened fairly early on, so he wouldn’t have become a real ghost. But the impression of it, the potential of a twin gained and lost, that would’ve been enough form a blob ghost.” She turned to Frostbite. “Right?”
“Right.” Frostbite nodded back. “And yes, a connection like that would have worked quite well. A connection of blood and spirit, an action repeated. An echo between life and death.”
Danny shook his head. Well. Jerked his head side to side. “Are you serious? Why are you all acting like this is—this is normal, totally expected?”
“I thought you knew, honey.” Maddie was frowning at him now, confusion deepening. “Weren’t you the one who started using it as a cover?”
“What?” He blinked at her, then realized. Yes. Yes, he had been using that as an excuse for the resemblance between Danny Fenton and Phantom. A dead twin, a ghost which looked just like the living Danny. “I didn’t—I didn’t think it was real.”
“Oh.” She shot an uncertain look at Jack, then Frostbite, then turned to him. “Well. You know now?”
Danny stared at her, incredulous. Then shook his head. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do now.”
But what the hell was he supposed to think of all this?
#danny phantom#dp#dp fanfic#dp fanfiction#phanfiction#phanfic#dark writes#danny fenton#maddie fenton#frostbite#jack fenton#actually Jack is barely there in this fic whoops that's my bad#actually does he even say anything in this one? I don't believe so. whoof.
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Hi there, hello! For the prompts, if you're still doing them: Escape, hugs, or emblem
Happy writing!
You were actually the first to send in a prompt, so yeah, I was still open for them. I went with "escape" with a hint of "hugs" (or, well, hug, singular).
Escape
Rating: Gen Warnings: brief mentions of Vlad being creepy, the general implications of a middle-age man being obsessed with a teenage boy if you don't know about the half-ghost thing Words: 2,253 Additional Tags: Trans Danny Fenton, AU - canon divergence, Identity reveal
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“Who did you say you were, again?” Danny asked, looking down at the girl standing outside his house, looking just like he had when he was eight. Long hair in a sloppy ponytail, baggy clothes, and all.
The girl grinned up at him, clearly nervous and trying to hide it. “Dani,” she said, “with an I.”
Danny cast another skeptical eye over her. She didn’t feel like a ghost, beyond the metaphorical ghost of seeing his own past, but it sure wasn’t right. “It’s not time travel though, is it?”
“No,” she admitted, slowly, drawing the word out. “I think that that might’ve been easier on both of us.”
“Figures.” Danny sighed, shook his head, then stepped aside to let her in. “Sit down, this sounds like it’s gonna be a long story.”
“Probably.” She grimaced, but slipped past him. God, had he really been this small at that age? Surely not. Clearly Dani wasn’t him, so he should stop comparing the two of them.
Danny followed her into the living room, where she had claimed one of the comfortable chairs. He rolled his eyes but followed her example, sitting down in a different chair. He probably should’ve invited her up to his room, but something about that felt… weird. Not to mention that she was a stranger, no matter how much she reminded him of, well, himself.
Besides, his parents were down in the lab. They probably wouldn’t surface for hours, if not days.
“Okay, so…” Dani trailed off, then fell silent. Licked her lips. “Um. I’m not sure what to say. Or, uh, how to say it?”
He groaned. “Just. Anything. Who are you and why do you look like me?”
“Well, that’s easy,” she said optimistically. “That’s because I’m your clone!” She paused, before tacking on. “Supposed to be, anyway.”
“My—What?!” Danny’s eyes darted over her again, taking in every detail of her appearance. How, from the moment he saw her, his first thought had been himself. “Who would even—” He felt himself pause. “No, stupid question. Vlad, of course.”
She nodded, grimacing. “Yeah. He was going to age me up further, I think to your age, but.” She gestured at herself, then the room. “I kind of ran away before he could get around to that.”
“Why?” Danny rubbed a hand over his face. “Not that I blame you, because I’m sure I would’ve done the same, but…”
“I… Spur of the moment decision, kinda.” She shrugged, eyes darting away and back again. Posture hunched. “He was… I guess I was always a failure, but he pretended I wasn’t. And I… I believed him.”
He waited for a moment for her to continue, but she stayed silent. “Well, you didn’t know any better, did you?” He shrugged awkwardly. Encouraging people wasn’t exactly his thing. “I can’t blame you for that.”
Dani huffed, but shot him a wry smile. “Thanks. Um. Anyway. I overheard him talking, or, uh, muttering? I wasn’t going to stay, but then I heard my name, and, well.” She shrugged, that same wry smile on her face. “So I stuck around, listening in. And I… he…”
She sighed, deep and rattling, her shoulders dropping down. “He was talking about what a failure I was, how I hadn’t turned out right at all. What a shame it was that I was the best clone so far, when I was so far off of the mark.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah.” She snorted, shaking her head. “At least there wasn’t much space for self-delusion that he didn’t really mean it.”
Danny snorted as well. “At least it got you away from him, huh?” Away from Vlad, and right into Danny’s hands. Well, his house, at least. Shit. What was he supposed to do now? Gaslight his parents that he had always had a little sister? He couldn’t exactly let an eight-year old run loose, even ignoring the fact that she looked exactly like a younger him.
“Ghost powers definitely helped.” She winked, coyly, then froze suddenly. It took Danny a moment to realize what she had heard. The metal door of the lab. In the kitchen. Uh oh.
Before he could decide what to do—get Dani away and into his room, probably—his mom appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. The light glinted off of the red goggles on her forehead, drawing his eye right to her furrowed brows.
“Danny, sweetheart, who’s this?”
Danny opened his mouth, ready to deliver some sort of perfect excuse. “My clone, apparently,” came out instead. He grimaced, but didn’t refute it. Stupid mouth. One day he should learn how to think before speaking.
“Your… clone,” Maddie repeated, slowly, eyes moving between him and Dani. She moved further into the room, clearly taking in the same similarities that Danny had immediately—instinctively—noticed. Jack appeared behind her, looming in the doorway, but stayed silent as Maddie moved. “So this would be…”
“Danielle,” Dani supplied quietly, when Maddie trailed off, clearly waiting for an answer. “Um. Dani with an I.”
Maddie nodded, stopping next to the couch. Still facing the chairs in which Danny and Dani were sitting. “I see. And where did you come from, Dani?”
Dani shot him an uncertain look, but Danny honestly didn’t have any great excuses either. He shrugged back, but took the lead when she stayed quiet. “Vlad’s, apparently.”
“Vlad.” Maddie frowned again, eyes locked onto Dani. “Vlad Masters?”
“Who else,” Dani muttered, shoulders hunched up again. Danny wasn’t sure if it was nerves, defensiveness, or something else.
“Vladdie?” Jack echoed, finally coming into the room, and clearly startling Dani with his loud voice, based on the way she jerked in her chair. “The V-man cloned Danny?”
Now how was he supposed to explain this without revealing his secret in the process? Well, here goes nothing. “Uh, yeah,” he agreed, shrugging again. “He’s been super weird pretty much since we met him during that reunion. I didn’t think it was this bad, though.” He nodded towards Dani. “No offense to you, Dani.”
“None taken.” She offered him a shaky grin. “It is pretty weird to clone someone without their permission. Or knowledge.”
“Or consent,” Maddie chimed in, voice dark and expression darker. “Danny, why didn’t you say anything before?”
Because he couldn’t really say anything without revealing he was half-ghost, or that Vlad was half-ghost, or both. “Well, he never really did anything.” Bold lie. Speed past it fast, Fenton, before she catches on. “Besides, what was I supposed to say? ‘Vlad gives me the creeps’? Nothing would be done.”
He shrugged loosely, trying to stamp down the fluttering in his stomach—and his core. He didn’t like lying to his parents, but if he could just get through this conversation with his secret intact…
“There was nothing specific?” Maddie was still frowning, but at least she was moving to sit down on the couch now. Jack was still looming near the doorway, uncharacteristically quiet, but Danny would take what he could get and worry about the rest later. “Nothing he did or said?”
“No. Well, actually…” He grimaced. “He keeps calling me Daniel even if I ask him to call me Danny. But I think that that’s just a smug ‘I know better than you’ thing, not a transphobic thing.”
On the other chair, Dani was now also frowning at him. What? What did he do?
“That’s not even your name.” Maddie huffed, shaking her head, frown finally lightening. “Ugh, that man.”
“What do you mean,” Dani finally cut in, having apparently lost her patience with waiting. “With, um. The transphobia thing? What does that mean?”
Oh. No, of course, that made sense. Who would’ve taught an eight year old clone about that stuff? Certainly not stuffy old Vlad.
“Danny-boy wasn’t always Danny-boy!” Jack appeared out of nowhere, enthusiastically clapping a hand on Danny’s shoulder. He startled, just barely tamping down the instinct to phase away. He hadn’t even noticed his dad move further into the room, distracted by his thoughts. Sloppy. “He used to be a girl! Or at least, we thought he was, until he told us otherwise! Right, Danny-o?”
“Yeah,” he grunted, rolling his shoulder with a grimace. “I changed my name to Danny years ago, and most people don’t even remember my old one, but people acting weird about calling me Danny is still a bit of a red flag.”
“Oh.” Dani blinked, clearly processing. “I guess that that makes sense.”
In what way? Was Dani also trans? Did cloning copy transgender-ism? “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She nodded, expression clearing up. “Now I understand why I was the most stable clone. Vlad thought something went wrong with me because I turned out female, but clearly he was messing up the other clones by forcing them to be male from birth.”
“Other clones?” he repeated. Then processed the rest. “Wait. The most stable? What—”
“Uh, yeah.” She shrugged, face falling. “They. We… I guess cloning isn’t as easy as Vlad thought. So we’re all somewhere along the lines of ‘somewhat unstable’ to ‘very unstable’. And, um. We melt.”
“Melt.” He felt like a moron, just repeating her words. But. Well. What was he supposed to say?
Luckily his mom figured it out before him. “Danielle, sweetheart, what do you mean by melt?”
“We, so.” She frowned, clearly weighing her words. Shot him a quick glance, though he couldn’t figure out what the look in her eyes meant. “Vlad used ectoplasm in the cloning process. So, um. We—us clones—we’re all kind of… half-ghost? And if we use up too much energy, one way or another, we kind of… melt back into ectoplasm?”
Oh. So that is what that look meant.
Also, yikes.
“Well, that makes sense,” Maddie muttered, a thoughtful frown on her face. “Humans and ghosts are biologically entirely different. There is no overlap whatsoever. Or at least, that’s what we always assumed.”
“It must be more possible than we thought, though,” Jack pointed out, previous enthusiasm muted again. “Otherwise she couldn’t even exist, let alone be this stable.”
Maddie nodded, frown still in place. “Right. But how do we stabilize her further? We can’t exactly re-alive her, not if she has been part ghost since birth…”
Danny turned to shoot Dani a look, but she didn’t seem overly bothered by the conversation topic. On the other hand, if she was used to Vlad, he supposed that his parents weren’t that bad.
Wow, now that was a thought he hadn’t had before.
“Well, we can’t exactly make her less alive either, Jack.” Maddie’s dry voice cut through Danny’s thoughts, and he snapped back to the conversation. Right. The important conversation. About half-ghosts.
“Maybe there’s a perfect mid-point,” Jack suggested instead, while Danny tried to figure out where the conversation had gone while he wasn’t paying attention. “Where both ghost and human balance each other out?”
“But wouldn’t that still put too much strain on the body?” Maddie’s gaze had shifted to Dani, but it didn’t seem like she was really looking at her. “If her human and ghost halves are constantly battling for dominance, isn’t that why she’s unstable now? Unless balancing them somehow gets them to co-exist, which doesn’t make sense…”
Wait. Are they really… trying to help Dani? Not by making her ‘normal’, by making her fully human, but by finding some way she can exist as half-ghost?
Would that… also go for him? Or only for Dani because she was essentially born half-ghost?
Does it matter? He knows what a stable half-ghost looks like. If him staying quiet about his own secret makes it harder to help Dani… what kind of shitty brother would that make him?
“Actually,” he blurted out, interrupting his parents’ conversation and immediately drawing three pairs of eyes to him, “I’m also half-ghost?”
He licked his lips, stalling for a moment. “So. Um. That’s actually why Vlad is interested in me, and tried cloning me, I guess. Because I’ve been half-ghost since the accident with the Portal.” He paused, then hesitantly tacked on, “Sorry.”
“Oh, honey, no.” Maddie reached out a hand, then paused when he automatically shifted away. “We’re sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell us before.”
A massive hand landed on his head. This time, Danny couldn’t repress his automatic response, and he phased through the hand—and the chair—before he could stop himself.
Grimacing, he looked up from where he had landed on the floor, meeting Jack’s startled eyes. “Um. Sorry.”
“Don’t be, Danny-boy.” Jack held out a hand, and Danny cautiously took it. “My bad for startling you.”
Danny let himself be pulled to his feet, then suddenly found himself trapped in Jack’s arms. Oh. A hug. Right. It had been… a while.
He let himself sag against his dad, melting in the embrace. And then stiffened. Right. Melting. Dani. Focus, Danny. Priorities.
“Anyway, so.” He cleared his throat, and waited for his dad to release him again. “So, we can compare my stats to Dani’s and see why she’s unstable. Right?”
“Right,” his mom agreed. She was looking at him like he might flee any moment, but. But at least she wasn’t looking at him he was her dead son. Or a despicable ghost. This was just. Just normal emotions.
“So, um.” He gestured at the kitchen door, vaguely. “Let’s. Go do that?”
“Right, right, of course.” Maddie wiped a hand past her eyes, mostly inconspicuously, then got up from her chair. “Come on, kids. Let’s go figure this out.”
#danny phantom#dp#dp fanfic#phanfic#phanfiction#dp fanfiction#danny fenton#danielle phantom#maddie fenton#jack fenton#dark writes#crossing fingers and toes that this formats and posts correctly augh
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I just noticed it's been more than a year since the last time I wrote/posted fic. augh oof owie (etc. etc.)
#dark rambles#I've tried writing short bits here and there while working on oc stuff but it's still not great#surgery is still not an instantaneous fix unfortunately#anyway when people tell you it takes months of physical therapy to recover from surgery they aren't kidding kids#<- is now 2 months into the process and still constantly in pain
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Also in case anyone was wondering why I wrote "scar-to-be", she called it a scar but considering that it's been 4 days since surgery I personally think it might be a little early to call it a scar.
Was told today that my scar-to-be looked very nice, very well stitched. Like, thanks??? I had no role in that except that I was present.
#dark rambles#like maybe it's just me.#but if there's still stitches in it I feel like it still counts as an injury and not a scar
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Was told today that my scar-to-be looked very nice, very well stitched. Like, thanks??? I had no role in that except that I was present.
#dark rambles#well and I held still I guess but that's not very hard to do#considering it was numbed and I was very much Not Looking#in other news my wrist is So fucking yellow. absolutely hideous color who allowed this
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me: i live for fanfic comments. they are all that sustains me. they are my life's very blood.
also me: [the actual worst person on earth at replying to said cherished comments in a timely fashion, rolling up into people's ao3 inboxes like five months to two years after the fact to say thanks for reading]
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Every so often I open the concept file for Facsimile, consider adding it to my "to write" list, remember that the story involves a lot of mourning/grief/etc. and that I suck at writing those emotions, and then close the file again.
#dark rambles#this post brought to you by me doing this exact thing just now#anyway on an unrelated note I have my driving exam tomorrow and I am STRESSED#fun times. so much fun. end me.
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