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veryace-ficrecs · 9 months

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Danny phantom Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Ecto Upgrade Start by GothMoth - Rated G

Danny’s growing up and his bodies doing the typical adultifying things, but also doing some… not so typical adutlifying things.

Deep Sea Diver by Marsalias - Rated G

Tumblr prompt by dannyphantom-rework: Ghost zone is like the ocean, in the sense that the deeper you go into it, the scarier and darker it becomes.

Electricity by DarkNymfa - Rated G

Tucker huffed, disgruntled. “Yeah, uh huh. I’ll believe that when you stop having live electricity running down your arms.” “Technically,” Danny said, lips twitching into a smirk, “it’s dead electricity.”

when the kingdom comes calling by blueh - Rated T

The Observant hardly looks rattled at the threat. If anything, the thing seems even more determined to get Danny to go through with this absolute bullshit plan to make him, someone who is half human, king of the ghosts. “Follow me to the Infinite Realms for your coronation. You are under obligation to meet the council at Pariah’s Keep where you shall receive the Crown of Fire and the Ring of Rage. It is what the council wishes.” “No,” Danny snaps. “I have an English test next period with Mr. Lancer.” “This is no time for your silly human games—" Danny slams the locker in its eye. also known as: the Ghost Zone population assumes that Phantom took the crown with dignity. What they don’t know is fifteen year old Danny Fenton just wants to graduate high school, is constantly ready to throw hands with an army of eyeballs, and absolutely will not be crowned the Ghost King without a fight.

Drizzling by TakingOverMidnight3482 - Rated G

There was a peace to the rain, Danny had found. A sense of quiet, where no one attacked. No one ventured out to cause trouble. Where the Earth, for one second, was being healed and healing those around it.

Shift by Alexa_Piper - Rated T

It turns out that the views of Agents O and K are not held by the rest of the Guys in White… which they discover when they bring in a fourteen-year-old half-ghost kid for "painful experiments".

Smells Like Team Spirit by UnluckyAlis - Rated G

Some mascots are great at pumping up a crowd. As Casper High's mascot, Danny has only one job: strike fear into the hearts of their opponents. This is the story of how Danny becomes the famed Mascot of Fear.

Of Tweets and Twats by DarkNymfa - Rated T

Too Fine @BurgersKing @nasafan your parents don’t have a website for Fentonworks? | 🌟✨⭐ @nasafan have you met my parents? | Too Fine @BurgersKing fair point I will cease speaking

Stargazer by Mysterious_Prophetess - Rated G

Inspired by this tumblr post by floralflowerpower where Danny is a NASA astronaut, and famous too, but in order to join NASA he had to change his name to distance himself from his....less well regarded Parents and Sister. Years later, when his real name Fenton is pulled from its grave, Danny refuses to disavow his parents' line of work.

Ancient Alexandria: Not-So-Ancient Apparently by piece_of_pierce - Rated T

Danny has a new homework assignment. Specifically, he's supposed to theorize about the ectobiology of ghosts then make a presentation about it. Who needs to theorize, though? He has access to all the research in the Zone! Now, where can he actually access that research?

Bet on it by thatgirl_youknowtheone - Rated T

Danny's parents find out about Wes' theories, as Maddie and Walter talk it out in the principal's office, Danny and Wes are stuck in the hallway listening. "Your son might think it's just some funny joke, but I will not have anyone accusing my son of being that lying, manipulative, piece of ectoplasmic scum!" Danny sank lower in his chair, face tightening with every word. "You know they wouldn't say that stuff if they knew the truth." said Wes.

Make the Call by Library_of_Cronos - Rated T

The five times CPS was almost called on the Fentons and the one time Jazz called them herself.

Poor Life Choice by princessFanona - Rated G

A situation where Danny dies (not the portal accident) in a public setting and everyone freaks the heck out, but then he gets up as if nothing happened. (PR339) Danny happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time...or maybe not. Depends on how you look at it.

Ringback by kelpeigh (chitaqua) - Not Rated

“I think we’re on hold.” a soft voice hedges. Four hoods twist as the group looks to their youngest member. She continues, “This is just a ringback tone. Don’t you have one, Steph— uh, Shadowlux?” “You’re right.” The cloaked man next to her answers. “We’re totally on hold.” - A summoning au where Danny can only be summoned as Phantom, and anyone who tries when he's human has to wait until he happens to go ghost again.

Is This Just A Thing that Girls Do? by newdog14 - Rated T

“Yeah, and about that,” The Ghost King said, pinching the bridge of nose in frustration. “You found an archaic book of magic with a summoning spell for the Ghost King, who you believed to be evil, and then you used said spell to bring me here and bind me to answer questions, and you did this so you could ask me about a middle schooler’s crush?” “We also want to know what the secret of life is,” Cori said, crossing her arms defensively. “42,” he answered without hesitation.

Growing Pains by ayjayar - Rated G

Jazz has had the world's nastiest case of pink eye. The doctor is starting to suspect it's not actually pink eye. When Danny notices her eyes glowing, the Fentons seek second opinions from unlikely sources.

after school summons by blueh - Rated T

"So this is the fabled Ghost King," the man says like he expected better. Danny feels he should almost be offended if it isn't for the tiny detail that these cultists—who summoned him by using salt and goat bones—assume he is the ghost king. "…Did you seriously confuse me with Pariah Dark?" The man pauses. "Pariah Dark?" "Yes! He's like fifteen feet tall, has a huge sword, is a pain in the ass, and has, like, an entire ghost army. I have, I dunno, pre-calc homework in my bag. We are not the same." Or: Danny accidentally gets summoned. He’s not happy about it.

The Tattooed Defeat by Sergeant_Tears - Rated T

Ghosts get tattoos whenever they defeat a new enemy. Danny surprisingly never got these. Until he did... but not as Phantom.

inviso-doodles by attu - Rated T

What are friends for if not making you internet famous?

Animals by Marsalias - Rated T

Most humans of Amity Park did not appreciate what Danny did for them. (The animals were another story.)

Side Effects by redrobin1989 - Rated T

Side effects of activating a ghost portal to another dimension while inside include: fatigue, nausea, vomiting, headache, tremors, hypothermia, loss of visibility and tangibility and ectoplasmic glowing. If left untreated, these symptoms may lead to death or permanent physiologic changes.

Proof of Identity by Clari_net23 - Rated G

Detective Harris just wants to find out who the ghost boy is.

"'Doctor, I'm a ghost. There's a reason I'm doing this in a morgue and not a regular clinic.'"

'Touche.'

Detective Harris felt the beginnings of a headache in her temple. All she wanted from this was his identity. She didn’t think it would be this much of a challenge when the chief brought up this assignment. "

#danny phantom fic recs #danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #veryace recs #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs #ao3

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chrisevansdaughter · 2 years

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Hey love! You wanted ideas to make into little blurbs, so I was thinking maybe a Steve Rogers x Student!Reader where she just needs reassurance and cuddles after writing her exams and then she gets the results back online and she passed them all with flying colours. I'm sorry if this is too specific, but know that I love you and I'm always here for you if you need me (even if i don't respond right away)

Hey love! It’s okay the more specific the better for me right now I hope you don’t mind about the pairing, I’m not gonna lie the little bit at the end did make me tear up and smile because tonight’s not been a good night :( but anyways on to the little blurb / drabble ❤️

The make or break.

Steve Rogers x sister student! reader

Warnings: soft!steve, self doubt, reassuring reader mention of feeling faint, crying, panic and reader not sleep or looking after herself

I had exams that I’ve been doing for the last month to try and get into my dream job it’s was draining, the endless hours of self doubt, studying, crying and exhausted was all about to be shown in a percentage. That percentage being the one that would change my life.

Steve knew how important these tests were so he was always there to make sure I did eventually get some sleep and take care of myself even if I did put up a fight every time he tired to pry me away from my desk in the same room I’d be sat in for hours on end. Sometimes it did end in tears.

It was the day that the results were ment to be announced in an email that would be sent by 2pm that day, let’s just say I couldn’t sleep the night before or put my phone down until I read that email.

The make or break.

I knew y/n hasn’t been looking after herself, she was burn out all because of these exams and tasks she needed to get done to see if she could get her dream job, the make or break and it definitely did break her a few times. Seeing my sister like that broke my heart she’d be so focused I literally can’t even believe that I had to go in to her office and pick her up off her chair and walk out just so I knew that she slept and took a break and actually looked after herself.

It caused her so many panic attacks and so many tears were shed. It broke her literally.

So when I heard her scream and start crying my heart dropped and my brain was on flight or flight I ran. I ran to her office to see what was going on. Taking the stairs 4 at a time storming into her office.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong, what’s happen? Doll talk to me.” I persisted trying to get an answer of it of the hysterical mess that was in front of me, that being my sister.

“I- I oh my god. I- did it, steve!!! I did it!” She sobbed screaming out in excitement and pure joy, you could see all the panic and tension leave her body.

“I’m so proud of you sweetheart! I knew you could do it!” I pick her up into a massive hug spinning her out of excitement.

“Steve - stop I get your excited but I don’t want to faint.” She said breathless

“Ooops my bad doll sorry, but I told you so” I chucked was she threw a pillow at me.

I know it’s short but I hope you like it :)

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imjulia-andilikecats · 8 months

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How are you so funny and cute and elegant at the same time???? (I need some tips fr 😭)

Start taking notes dude...

First of all, thank you. I am positive attention starved, this made may whole week.🥲

Now, how am I funny?

Honestly, my initial goal when I started to make Red Queen memes was to alter the fandom's perspective of Mare Barrow.

I started posting memes at a time that the Fandom has settled, since the series officially ended a couple of years back. Not a lot of people were posting BUT when they do it's mostly paragraphs of why they HATE Mare Barrow and how she was the WORST FMC they ever read.

And me, being easily hurt and highly protective of my FAVORITE character (it's Mare Molly Barrow, but the way). I wanted to do something about it.

I was not confident at my writing and I didn't want to confront someone with my main argument coming from my emotions.

So I tried posting memes about Mare and other Red Queen characters. I post about two memes every other day.

My plan was to BOMBARD the Mare Barrow tag with memes to BURY the Mare Barrow hate posts.

Which worked for a time and I started to feel more confident with my meme posting because of people like you that find my post funny and not annoying or terrible.

Also, being funny...I guess I watched a lot of tv series back then and I have very funny friends that I talked to during my collage years. I also talk to myself a lot.....it helps to reflect ya know.

How am I Cute?

Well, I have very attractive parents. So, I kinda won the gene pool (minus the oily skin and the risk of diabetes on my mother's side).

How am I Elegant?

If this compliment is directed again at my appearance🥰:

As the eldest sister of three younger sisters who are heavily influenced by Tiktok fashion and Korean cosmetics. I pick up some fashion style here and there, and they would usually nag me to try other cosmetics that "compliment" me more. 💅 I also stock up skincare for them just in case they ran out. (Especially those pimple patches, cause they have been uses them quiet often lately due to our humid weather.)

If this compliment is directed at my online interactions/online etiquette😚:

Whenever I plan on posting something that might ruffle some feathers. I would as my friend @nymphenberger if I am writing it correctly and choosing words that are not damaging to the character or actual person that I was making a post about You can disagree with their post but don't attack them as an individual. (It won't hurt to ask for help. Nym kept me from doing anything rash that I might regret and saved my butt a couple of times.)

But even with precaution, you might make a mistake. You must address them as soon as possible and acknowledge your mistakes (don't beat around the bush).

Disclaimer: Please keep in mind that I screw up sometimes. So please "Do what I say not what I do." Because there are days that I let my emotions get the best of me and I just become a mess.

Thank you dude for this ask, and I'm glad you find humor in my memes. ❤

#red queen #mare barrow #glass sword #war storm #king's cage #old meme #random #ask

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vampirologist · 2 years

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regarding spin the bottle and tabula rasa. a read more because it has another person’s post

this was the post I was talking about in my tags. which seeing the post made me watch the two episodes and I feel this really takes their reactions out of context. in spike’s case, the characters forget who they are. they have no clue what their names are or what they do or anything. however they do maintain aspects of their personality (buffy’s natural protection towards dawn before coming to the conclusion they’re sisters, anya’s bluntness, willow and tara’s attraction to each other). in the angel episode, they clearly revert to younger versions of themselves before they met each other, thus they obviously have very different personalities with angel’s being his human self before becoming a vampire. furthermore, the circumstances of their surroundings and situation are also different. buffy and spike are trying to cause a diversion but fight back, where spike finds out he’s a vampire. angel finds out he’s a vampire after the group has come to the conclusion they’re doing a test that involves slaying a vampire- and he must be the vampire they’re slaying! of course he’s going to have a different reaction when they’re all ganging up on him not knowing what’s going on and that he’s a vampire. the humor of these episodes (haha the buffy characters don’t remember who they are versus oh here’s versions of the angel characters who have never met and some aren’t even aware of the supernatural and here’s a guy from 200 years ago in the past who doesn’t have his Irish accent despite being Irish) and what they’re doing for their respective plot lines are different as well (setting spike and buffy up versus providing a mirror between angel and connor regarding their father issues). I think it’s important to note that spike literally just describes angel and it’s an obvious reference to angel’s show when he comes to the conclusion he’s a good vampire which gives this whole sense of irony given how much spike has harped on angel for possessing these traits and is a tongue in cheek way of addressing spike’s role in buffy versus angel (and again- the irony with buffy saying that’s lame while literally being in love with angel earlier in the show). idk I know it’s no big deal and a silly post from last year but things like this where you just take things out of context and pit them together when they’re not even truly comparable bothers me especially when it’s used to prop spike up lol both in their soulless forms spike was known as the one who jumped headfirst into violence because he liked the thrill of it as opposed to angelus who liked the art of it and preferred to strategize attacks and draw them out for psychological torture as well. this is a pretty big part of both their characterizations

#also like. I’m not a spike hater I literally said I may enjoy him more on screen than angel at times #but I’m the angel defender I gotta stand up for my guy

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mysticalcloudlampshoe · 2 years

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I recently had a flash back and thought "why don't you post the story" so here we are

I was 16 at the time still living with my parents and older sister (all abusive in some way). I was in the kitchen and walkes back to my room to see my sister looking through my draws. I immediately asked her what she was doing, startling her because she didn't know I was their. She turnes, walked to me and hands me my computer bag (which I didn't know she took) and told me I was a manipulative bitch and that she was going to tell my parents about what she found.

She walked away and I started panicking, I don't know how she figured out passwords (it was a compleat secret). So I looked at the search history on my computer to see she had in fact loged in and had been using it for about 3 hours. I was really scared because I had no way of checking if she had clicked on my "study material" bookmark (which was a doc with the links to a bunch of gay porn, and some of my own, not posted because i was still a minor) since i had a program that instantly deleted all history of the doc.

I thought she did because of what she said and prepared everything I would need to immediately flee the house. ( they were super homophobic and told me multiple times thay would kill me if they found out I was gay). Sent my friends text about what happened incase I needed their help. About 5 hours later, when both of my were home, she told them. My mom came to my room and told me to get in the living room now. I was shaking in my knees, got up walked to the living room to see my sister smile at me and my dad's furious face. He walked over to me and smacked me so hard i stumbled over and hit the wall. (It's probably good to note that he was a 256 pound 6' buff man and i was a 5'6 145 pound shrimp).

I thought he was going to kill me right their, he raised his had and shoved his pointer finger to my neck. "I taught you better than to like a faggot". I was terrified because that confermed my belief that she found the links. My dad then said "*sisters name* told us about the book". I then realized, the thing she told them, was that I was reading a story online with a queer (bisexual) main character (it was a man x woman but my sister saw the bisexual tag. no smut just fluff). Not that she found gay porn on my computer. I was grounded, they put parental controls on the laptop (that I paid for in full) so that I couldn't read anything from Ao3 again.

I think of this story a lot because it really shows the fear and Anxiety that people can get from abuse. Even if it isn't a situation like this, fear can still over come people for the smallest reasons. I think that's a good thing to know

BTW this was years ago, I laughed at it sometimes, younger me deserved so much better but he also did some dumb stuff because of anxiety. I remembered this when my boyfriend asked me if I has ever heard of Ao3 before, it caused me to have a panic attack becauseit remindedme of this story. He didn't know why but he didn't have to, he is the love of my life because no matter what it is he only cared about helping me.

This is all going to say that you can get trama from almost anything, because abuse can happen to anybody, anytime, in many different ways.

Learning to love myself again after leaving my family was one of the hardest things I had ever done. But I'm happy now, and it hurts my heart to know that a lot of people don't have that support because people don't understand what abuse can do to someone.

I love you all, goodmorning / goodnight little gummybears

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keroa · 2 years

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ok pls don’t take this as me attacking you but the tags you put on the post about autistics struggling to know when to talk during a conversation with NTs is kind of missing the point. and when we do asset ourselves we are told we are interrupting. this is a very common experience for autistics. it may not be your specific experience but if so and if you’re autistic then it means your communication social cues are at less of a needs on the scale. 🤷🏻 personally i am far past caring how NTs prefer to communicate but it still does cause me struggle in my daily life to be my authentic self and to also not be accused of either interrupting, bringing up a topic that “has passed”, or not speaking enough lol.

I guess I was offering my point of view cuz I read the post as saying that you realize that NT people talking to other NT people involves a lot of interrupting each other and being talked over and as someone who has an easy time navigating socially, I too have been talked over and been told I'm interrupting/talking too loud/being off subject or too late to the conversation.

I guess what I was trying to say is that neurotypicals and people who function well in social situations also make mistakes and miss social cues all the time and that it's normal and okay and you shouldn't feel disproportionately bad when it happens to you. I know it happens a lot and causes struggle in ones daily life and I sympathize with that as not just a neurodivergent person but a friend, cousin, sister and partner to other neurodivergent people who experience these moments around me.

I didn't add to the post directly cuz I didn't really think what I had to say mattered and that's why it went in the tags cuz it's just my thoughts

Sorry if I still completely missed the point

#im really trying i promise #part of me doesnt even wanna post this reply cuz im scared i fucked up again somehow #keroa #anon

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get-dusted · 2 years

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People I’d Like to Know Better!

Alias / Name: Snickers

Birthday: November 3rd

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio Sun, Gemini Moon, Leo Rising

Height: 5′5

Hobbies: Role-playing, reading, making neat lil crafts, drawing

Favorite Color: Cyan

Favorite Book(s): Oh god. That’s a toughie. The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingslover. Or or Salt to the Sea by Ruta Sepetys Or oh maybe The Stand by Stephen King. Or oh god The Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck?? I look I read a lot and I have a ton of favorites. OH GOD Watchers by Dean Knootz. No no... Still Life with Crows by Preston and Child.

Last Song: Panic Attacks by Icon for Hire

Last Movie / Show: Teen Titans GO! vs Teen Titans

Recent Read: Orleans by Sherri L. Smith, My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult, Harvesting the Heart by Jodi Picoult, American Gods by Neil Gaiman

Inspiration: Is it cheesy to say all the great writers I’ve seen on here? Like I mean I get a lil inspired by music but most of the times I’m more inspired by talking/reading things by other people. And I just let things flow from there.

Story behind your URL: I honestly don’t know why I chose get-dusted. I just was like I’m gonna play a funny lil guy who’s going to probably cause shenanigans and I like the idea that Angel would sometimes shout GET DUSTED! at people when he’s pranked them, sorta like high school kids yelling Get Dunked On, except he’s not that cool.

Fun Fact: I make no sew blankets! I write poems! Oh, and I lost a fingertip to a door as a small child and regrew it, which is why I thought my mom nicknamed me Newt, but it turns out that she was calling me Newt as in Newt from Aliens. I didn’t learn that until I was 19 almost 20.

Tagged by: @smiledotdeer

Tagging: whoever wants to do it!

#mun #ooc #dash game

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septimaseverina · 10 months

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Hello, I'm back, my dear friends and followers!

I know it wasn't a week long like I had predicted, but I'm here at last. With full energy like a fresh battery. (And my bad, that I didn't tag queue on Pedro Pascal's post. I'm sorry! 😅)

The time away from Tumblr was good, I'm not gonna lie.

First thing I did was crying and screaming all of my anger away before I went to bed. Then I woke up, strolled to the park in the village and then sitting down under a tall big tree to meditate.

In that silence (it was literally because it happened to be first day of long holiday in my country), I'd found out that all 7 Chakras were damaged. All I need was just breathing in and out periodically. And for that one hour I suddenly knew I was worry too much for many stupid and senseless things. Like internal politics, negative and nonesensical critics from misogynist, sexists and extremists on internet (including here) and miscellenous things. And when I knew the cause of bad vibes, I rushed to get Italian Soda from my regular café then went home, watching comedy tele series (The Marvelous Mrs. Masle. That's exhilarating) and movies. Before reading a good old Agatha Christies's book, in the past day.

For internal politics, I've made up my mind; let it be. Those bastards dare to oppose against people's consensus, they better brace themselves. People are standing up. I can't go to any protestation. My late father made me promising to him and my family, before I went to University (where everyone in country says, the nation's politics history is the University's history). Thought I want to go protesting against all injustices and dictatorship, but my mum and others family's member are still here. They are gonna be sad if anything bad happens to me, in worst case - death. Also, my older sister advice me even how much we complain, those c*ckheads are still shitting. So, live your best life without too many anger and grudge, but never ignore what is happening.

For the ugliest species of humans like misogynists, sexists and extremists, I'm not gonna absorb their shits and illogics anymore, unless they attack me, my families and my friends.

And for miscellenous things, I was so exaggerate over them (Leo season hahahaaaaaa).

Right now you might be like "hey! That's too much and dramatics! What's wrong with you?!". I'm telling you, I have this ability because I have Moon+Venus+Mars and Jupiter in Leo with Saturn opposites. So, like you have seen. But it will happen lesser than previous. Because I'm gonna try to be more mature. And if I know there is anything disturbing and devastating me again, I'm definitely knowing how to handle.

Thanks for all your supports and kindness, I'm really grateful. Now I'm ready to flip my hair and stay positive again! 😊😊💖💖💖

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manjiroro · 3 years

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Hello there I enjoy reading your writing so much!If you have the time can I please request a headcannon for Draken,Baji, Chifuyu dating the reader who is gojos younger sister? the boys and the reader randomly come across with gojo so the reader introduces the boys to gojo.And the boys are lowkey surprised because there's two y/n’s just a male version of them😭

Sorry if im asking too much, Anyways thank you and have a great day remember to drink lots of water and to eat!

fem s/o who is gojo's younger sister

characters: draken, baji, chifuyu

content: fluff, fem reader, crack

part 2

hello!! thank you for requesting~! thank you for the reminder and i hope you're doing well too!!

i apologise for any mistakes and i hope you enjoy~~

d r a k e n

the both of you were having a date in the shopping district until you spot the familiar white haired figure in front of you

i mean gojo is tall so it's not hard to spot him from far away

thankfully, he had his back turned so he didn't spot you

you then led draken away

you didn't tell gojo about draken so you KNOW he's gonna be dramatic over it

you thought you managed to escape him when you heard someone shout your name

that's when you started sprinting away while dragging your boyfriend with you

and this whole time, draken is just confused as to why you started sprinting

"BABE, WHY ARE WE RUNNING?"

"i.. REMEMBERED SOMETHING I WANTED TO DO."

but curse gojo and his smart brain because he managed to cut corners and ended up standing in front of you

"Gojo y/n, you really think you can outrun me?"

now, because draken doesn't know who this man is, he immediately thinks he's about to attack you

draken was ready to ask the man who he was when you spoke up

"Damn it Satoru, can't you leave me alone for once?"

"Nope, not when I've been BETRAYED by my little sister. How could you?!"

Gojo places his hand against his chest, acting as if he was about to faint

draken stands there confused while you deadpan at your brother, the only thing going through his mind was

"You have a brother? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you didn't ask Ken."

"And why didn't you tell me you have a boyfriend? I remembered asking you many times."

"Because, Satoru, I didn't want to."

"OH, MY HEART IS BREAKING"

as draken stands there, looking at the both of you, he does see the resemblance between the both of you

"You two really do look alike."

"DON'T-"

"I know~ That's what I've been telling y/n, but she just wouldn't admit it."

gojo said as he wraps an arm around your neck, which you punched him to get him off

so after finding out about your relationship, gojo is gonna be overprotective of you

you're gonna go on a date? he's gonna tag along behind you

draken's coming over? he's gonna come into your room saying "he needs to get something"

"I'm sorry Ken, this is why I didn't tell him about us."

you sighed after chasing gojo out of your room for the 5th time

"It's fine babe."

after draken leaves, you go up to your brother, ready to scold him when he speaks up first

"He's a nice guy."

"What-"

"I approve of your relationship with him."

he said while giving you a thumbs up

"I didn't ask for your approval. But.. thank you.."

gojo then tackles you into a bone crushing hug with you screaming at him to let you go

you told draken what gojo said the next day

"Yeah, he approved of our relationship, so that means he won't be bothering us anymore."

"It's good that he approves, that means we wouldn't have to break up."

you laughed at him before pecking him on the cheek

your brother may be overbearing, but draken doesn't mind as long as he's with you <3

b a j i

baji was currently causing havoc on the streets by beating up a gang who he though looked funny at the both of you

so you stood at the side, watching baji take on 10 people at once

but as you watched, you heard someone call out your name

turning to the side, you spot gojo stomping over towards your direction

you start to panic because 1. he doesn't know that you're dating and 2. you were in close proximity of a boy beating up a group of people

to gojo it may look like you're in trouble

so panicking, you grabbed baji's arm and dragged him away with you

"OI, I WASN'T DONE!"

"NO TIME BABE, WE NEED TO GO."

but behind you was gojo screaming out for you to stop

so baji thought you were being chased

so he stood his ground, making you stop

my god, you panicked even more because you know baji too well

your boyfriend was gonna beat your brother up

and when gojo finally catches up to the both of you

"Oi, what're you chasing my girl for?"

baji asks as he cracks his knuckles

"Babe, Kesuke, this is my brother, Satoru. Satoru, this is Kesuke, my boyfriend."

you mumbled from behind baji

this wasn't how you wanted to introduce them to each other

"BROTHER?"

"BOYFRIEND?"

the both of them shouted while looking at you in disbelief

"Young lady, why didn't you tell me you were in a relationship?"

"Uh, I was about to."

"Well, now I'm hurt to find out that my precious little sister is dating in secret, and with a delinquent no less."

"Stop being dramatic Satoru, Kesuke was protecting me."

"And you expect me to believe you."

baji wasn't really paying attention to your bickering

he was still caught up on the fact that you have a brother

and the more he looks, he definitely sees how similar the both of you looked

maybe too similar, the both of you looked identical

baji snaps out of it when you grabbed onto his hand and stormed away from your brother

gojo definitely does not approve of your relationship with baji

he thinks he's too dangerous and is a bad influence on you

so whenever you’re about to leave for a date, gojo will ask you for a favour to distract you from going out

when baji comes over, you’ll have to sneak him into your room

or else gojo is gonna make a big fuss over him

baji doesn’t like gojo either

he thinks he’s annoying HAHAH

so if they meet, they’ll end up bickering with you in the middle

“What do you see in him anyway.”

gojo asked while he stepped into your room

“Does it concern you THAT much?”

gojo nods and you sigh

“I know you don’t like him Satoru, but Kesuke is a really nice guy. He’s fun to be with and he does look out for me. I know he’s a delinquent but he’s a really amazing guy.”

then it was gojo’s turn to sigh

“Fine. Because I’m such a great brother, I’ll approve of your relationship.”

“I never asked for your-”

“Also, tell your boyfriend to stop hiding. I know you snuck him in here.”

you deadpan at him before opening the closet door to reveal baji crouched in a ball to fit

gojo then ruffles your hair before leaving your room

“I should thank your brother later. He finally approves of our relationship.”

baji said as he brings you into a hug while you sat in his lap

he had to thank the gods for finally letting him date you in peace <3

c h i f u y u

you and chifuyu are currently on a date when someone calls out your name from behind

“Y/n?”

“Ah shit.”

you cursed, instantly recognising the voice

“Aw, my little sister got a boyfriend and didn’t tell me???”

you rolled your eyes before turning around to face gojo

chifuyu was holding onto your hand this whole time but you can feel him tense up when he hears that this man is your older brother

in his mind he was panicking because why on earth didn't you tell him you had a brother

he needed to set a good impression and he didn’t have time to prepare

“Satoru, this is Chifuyu. Fuyu, this is my brother. There, I’ve introduced you, can we go now?”

“No, you hurt me.”

while the both of you bickered, chifuyu didn’t know what to do

he stood beside you, hand still intertwined with yours

he feels like he should break up the bickering but how is he supposed to break up an argument between siblings

that’s when he cleared his throat to get the attention of both of you

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Matsuno Chifuyu. Babe, why didn’t you tell me you had a brother?”

chifuyu hoped that he could change the topic into something more light hearted but you rolled your eyes and he thought that it might be the worst question to ask

“Because Fuyu, he’s embarrassing.”

“OH I’VE BEEN HURT AGAIN, MY DEAR Y/N HOW COULD YOU?!”

after a while of bickering, gojo finally let the both of you go

chifuyu could tell you were slightly annoyed by him and he tried to cheer you up by continuing on with the date

when you’re feeling better, he speaks up

“You and your brother look identical now that I think about it.”

you can’t help but to roll your eyes

“Yeah, I get that a lot. Don’t tell him though, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

gojo likes chifuyu, he thinks chifuyu is a great boyfriend and he gets along well with him

so gojo is gonna pester you to bring chifuyu over all the time

“Y/n y/n, can you bring your boyfriend over?”

“You keep asking me this, what’s with you and Chifuyu?”

“What, you getting jealous that I might steal your boyfriend away?”

“Shut up, that’s not true.”

when chifuyu comes over, gojo is gonna peek in on the both of you

he just wants to know what the both of you are doing

“Satoru. You’re not being sneaky y’know. I can SEE you.”

gojo was peeking into your room where you and chifuyu were watching a movie

he was standing at your door, peeking through the small gap

“Hey now, I’m just trying to look out for you.”

when you’re in the bathroom or something, gojo is gonna come in to spend time with chifuyu

and when you come back to see them having a good conversation, you can’t help but to smile

and once gojo spots you, he’ll get up and leave

you’ll return to your usual seat beside your boyfriend

“Your brother is cool. Oh, he said he approves of our relationship too.”

chifuyu then wraps his arms around your waist and places a kiss to your temple

he’s thankful that he has managed to make a good impression and that he can be with you without having to worry <3

❥ masterlist

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ACOTAR THINK PIECE: ELAIN ARCHERON, UNTOUCHABLE

*DISCLAIMER*

This will be a long post.

Please take the time to read this post in its entirety and truly reflect on the message I am trying to send before commenting. My goal is to use my background in Gender and Women’s Studies to deconstruct the comments I have seen on Tumblr and Twitter and bring awareness to the ACOTAR fandom.

The reason I am tagging “Elriel” in this post is to call attention to the arguments in the Elriel fandom that: weaponize Elain’s femalehood to shame real life people for their opinions about Elain’s character and her relationship with Lucien; victimize Elain’s character in fandom discussions; and coddle Elain’s character, which limits fandom discussions about her narrative development and prevents the ACOTAR fandom from holding Elain accountable for her actions and inactions in the same way that the fandom holds other characters accountable for their actions and inactions. It is for these reasons that I WILL NOT remove the “Elriel” tag from this post because all of the above points contribute to the toxic discourse surrounding Elain’s character.

I urge those who use these arguments to understand their implications, why they are problematic, regardless of intent, and reexamine their contributions to the ACOTAR fandom. I WILL NOT tolerate anyone who tries to twist my words and say I am attacking people and their personal shipping preferences. In fact, I AM CRITIQUING THE ARGUMENTS THEMSELVES NOT THE PEOPLE USING THE ARGUMENTS.

Also, I highly encourage the Elriel fandom to read this post because it addresses how the concept of choice as an argument enables arguments to exploit social justice and feminist languge in order to vilify Elucien shippers, among other problematic things.

Elain Archeron is one of the most polarizing characters in the ACOTAR fandom. Though opinions about Elain vary, arguments in the Elriel fandom cite society’s perception of traditional female characters in comparison to non-traditional female characters as the reason behind the hate, and this belief is used to provide an explanation as to why other characters in the series are favored over her. In the series, Elain is portrayed in a wholly positive light and this image carries over into the Elriel fandom, painting her character as a good and kind female who has been unfairly wronged and a victim of circumstances that were out of her control. When arguments in the Elriel fandom oppose other viewpoints in the fandom, they fall into one of three categories:

Category 1: Weaponize Elain’s femalehood to shame real life people for their opinions

Maybe people who hate Elain are just jealous of her in a weird way similar to when someone hates the pretty, nice, and charming girl in school just because she is too perfect

Disliking Elain is misogynistic

What happened to feminism? What happened to women supporting women? What happened to she can say no? All of that disappears the second you force Elain to be with Lucien

Elain antis are misogynistic

All Eluciens are Elain antis

Antis claiming they’re feminists when in reality they hate on Elain and Feyre but love Nesta

Elain antis are such sore losers. Y’all were that bunch of people who could not get over being rejected from hanging out with the cool kids so y’all are projecting your hatred towards pretty people now to get validation

I don’t get how Elain’s love for gardening equals boring for some people. I’m sorry your misogyny finds traditionally feminine activities boring

Why are you attacking a female? What did Elain do? Where are your feminist voices?

The fandom is misogynistic towards Elain

If people loved Elain they would ship Elriel

If you hate Elain it says a lot about your feelings toward women

If you hate Elain because she has no “development” then you must hate Azriel because otherwise you’re misogynistic

Eluciens are turned off by the idea of a woman that has the autonomy to reject a man for the simple reason that it is her choice

Eluciens are all about feminism and “it’s HER choice” until it comes down to females not wanting a male

Eluciens don’t respect Elain’s feelings when they ship her with someone that was part of her trauma and makes her feel uncomfortable

The way some Elucien shippers completely disregard how uncomfortable Elain is around Lucien is so hilariously not funny. Prioritizing being mates over Elain’s feelings is just regressive

It’s hard as a fan of Elain to see someone ship her with a person who makes her physically uncomfortable to be around. Wouldn’t you want both characters to be happy to be around each other

Imagine if SJM saw all the awful things her “stans” had to say about Elain

It’s true that we know comparatively little about her, but is she really boring or do you just not value stereotypically feminine traits?

So y’all are just gonna tell me you prefer Elucien over Elriel? Even though Lucien treats Elain as if she’s something that belongs to him? The only reason he wants to be with her is because she’s his mate, he doesn’t respect her, doesn’t treat her as his equal, even though that’s what mates should be? He doesn’t bother to look past what’s on the outside to see her for who she is. And Elain is obviously repulsed by the idea that she should belong to anyone or have no choice in who she can be with. Azriel is her friend and the only person who sees her quiet strength. He has so much faith in her, in her abilities; he’s the one who kept her company when no one else did, he’s the only one who bothered to see her for more than her brokenness. You’re going to tell me you still prefer Elucien over Elriel?

The more I see Gwynriels that ship Elucien out of their hate for Elain, the less I can understand Elain stans that ship Elucien. Pls Elain has made it very clear that she doesn’t want Lucien, why would you ship her with him? Do you hate her too? Smh

The real question would be, if you care and understand Elain why would you ship her with Lucien (where she canonically shrinks when he is near)?

People crying over Helion and Lucien’s mom not getting to be with each other and her being forced into a relationship she didn’t want, but also ship Elucien? Just say you hate Elain

When Elain’s book is out, Gwyn stans will look like clowns and I will laugh because they set her up by shipping her with Azriel just because they hate Elain. Watch them play the victims now because Elriels are clapping back the hate they’ve sent towards Elain

As romantic as wanting girl who is visibly uncomfortable around a guy who caused her trauma to end up with the said guy. Guess their standards for romance are in hell

Category 2: Victimize Elain’s character

Gwynriels only want Gwyn with Azriel because they despise Elain

Gwyn stans and Gwynriels are Elain antis

No one in the books dislike Elain, so why are there so many people who do?

Elain hasn’t done anything wrong or questionable to warrant the hate she gets

Not having Elain’s POV makes it easy for people to be swayed a certain way about her character if you already don’t relate to her in some way

It’s been years since this series came out and we haven’t gotten a lick of an Elain POV, but people still hate her for what? We don’t know her thoughts, dreams, or aspirations

We haven’t even had Elain’s perspective yet and people are passing these judgments off on her

Elain antis who say she’s boring are just cruel when she has obvious symptoms of PTSD like Feyre and Nesta

Gwyn is one of the most overhyped characters and that’s only because most people hate Elain and they couldn’t wait to find a random girl to ship Azriel with

Nesta was abusive to her sisters but Elain (who has only ever been kind) is painted as the villain

From the text we know that Elain is the epitome of feminine stereotypes (gentle, gardening, baking, non confrontational for the most part). Yet people still call her boring or deny that she has any interesting character traits?

You can’t love Nesta and hate Elain

People hate Elain because of internalized misogyny and lack of taste. All the girl does is tend to her garden and mind her business and they treat her worse than Tamlin

Does Gwyn deserve all this support? Of course yes! She is amazing! But where’s that support when Elain was in the same situation as she? Where’s that support for her right now? Why do they idolize Gwyn for her interactions with Azriel and hate Elain for having any interaction with him?

It’s not even a ship war anymore, they just hate Elain

People hate Elain for no reason

Some of y’all don’t like feminine traits and it shows

We know less about Eris and Helion but people don’t call them boring. Why would rejecting femininity make Elain more interesting?

Elain has had a lot forced upon her

The main reason I believe most people love Gwyn so much is to get Azriel away from Elain. It’s not a secret that Elain has been a widely hated character for years so suddenly we get a new female who has a minimal amount of interactions with Azriel and BOOM. New ship that once again doesn’t make sense (just like Azriel x Emerie after ACOFAS)

Elain hasn’t done something so terrible for her to get this hate. At this point some of you are just being misogynistic and you don’t want to accept it. Don’t call yourselves feminists and then say bs like this, it’s embarrassing. She’s pretty and everyone agreed to hate on her

Just a personal feeling, but I feel like a lot of the Elain hate stems from internalized misogyny. That to be a strong female lead, you need to pick up a sword and fight. That to be strong, you need to adapt traditionally masculine traits

Elain is feminine. She is beautiful. She loves to bake and garden. She is docile, quiet, observant, and a people-pleaser. All traditionally feminine traits. Yet for some reason, she’s like the worst in these people’s eyes?

I think also maybe a lot of people can’t relate to her femininity? That her being so beautiful and quiet doesn’t allow for the people who dislike her not to self-insert? Most of the hate stems from people not wanting Elain to be with Azriel. It’s mean, but maybe the people who hate Elain literally just can’t self-insert if they have a story and that’s why they’re vehemently against it?

Poor Elain. The Cauldron dealt her a bad deal. Upon emerging as Fae, she is immediately declared by Lucien as his mate, never mind that she was already engaged to a prick. Her love life is not good

It blows my mind how they really think that they can compare all the shit that Elain gets with some dumb jokes about Gwyn on Twitter (and yes, the “hate” towards her started mostly because Elriels are clapping back, it was bound to happen)

I would think of it as anti-feminist with Elain and Lucien because she has consistently stated that she does not want him so if she was forced to embrace the bond that would be taking away her right to have a choice but with Az she feels comfortable around so if they were mates then Elain would be happy and feel safe which again should be the priority for women to feel safe in their relationships with anything and to not be forced into any type of situation aka the mating bond in this

Category 3: Coddle Elain’s character

Elain has value the way she is, in all her domestic girly glory. Not every character has to be badass

We don’t speak of Elain’s flaws frequently because everyone else already speaks badly of her, mainly in an unfair way

There is definitely something deeper going on with Elain but by no means will she ever be evil or any less feminine. That goes against everything we already know about her

It’s ok to critique Elain because she needs growth but y’all keep forgetting the shit her and her sisters went through

The last “bad” thing Elain did in ACOTAR was not help Feyre when they were impoverished and I’m tired of people acting like she’s a terrible character when it was their father’s responsibility. It happened 4 books ago and Feyre has forgiven both Nesta and Elain

Elain’s character and the evil Elain theory are a great example of the trend where people only consider female characters interesting if they reject femininity

We don’t know enough to hate Elain

Many people want Elain to turn evil (which in my opinion seems to come from a place of internalized misogyny)

However we don’t tend to talk about her faults, at least not publicly, as that has been, and still is, done to death, and I--personally, at least--find it much more fun to theorise about potentially interesting aspects of the overall plot, than dwell on negatives

And ultimately, I would be shocked if Elain has a more karmically-charged story than Nesta, considering that Elain’s “wrongs” are so much less severe and bad than Nesta’s, and Elain has already apologized for them (or paid the price in other ways, like through what Graysen did)

I guess I also think Elain has suffered and been punished enough. I hope her story is about finding hope in terrible situations, and learning to love her new life, and choosing her own path after everything that has been done to her. I don’t think she needs to be punished anymore or face any additional trauma

Also, why is she being judged on her decisions as a human at all? Fae are monsters to humans! They enslaved them for thousands of years, and the Wall was erected to keep them out

Like I’m sorry, but think Elain would want to leave her ONLY FAMILY AND FRIENDS for the Spring Court where she has no one because--oh look, lots of flowers!--is the craziest thing I have ever heard

Her sisters are in the Night Court. Her nephew is in the Night Court. Her closest friends (Nuala and Cerridwen) are in the Night Court. Her love interest is in the Night Court. Her extended family is in the Night Court. Her home is in the Night Court

SJM isn’t going to keep two sisters together and split up the third. Especially not keep Feyre and Nesta together and separate Elain. They were either all going to end up in separate places, or together. Not 2 here and 1 there

Compared to the other female characters in the series, Elain is the only character whose femalehood is at the center of conversations; this is because arguments in the Elriel fandom fixate on it when discussing her character. While Elain, Feyre, Nesta, and Mor are all representations of white womanhood and white beauty, Elain epitomizes the most fragile version of white womanhood. It’s easy to blame society’s perception of traditional female characters in comparison to non-traditional female characters when it comes to the discourse surrounding Elain’s character because it: falls in line with the fixation on Elain’s femalehood to silence opposing viewpoints; is a simplistic explanation that fails to tackle the underlying issues with Elain as a character, the same issues that are downplayed in-universe; absolves Elain of her wrongdoings; prevents the ACOTAR fandom from holding Elain accountable for her actions and inactions within the series; and diminishes the impact Elain’s actions and inactions have on those around her. It’s not that Elain is hated in the fandom because she’s a traditional female character; it’s the fact that arguments in the Elriel fandom deflect a critical analysis of Elain’s character because she’s a traditional female character who embodies the ideal white woman in need of protection. White fans and white-aligned fans of color, especially white women, have a tendency to vehemently defend, gatekeep, and coddle white female characters in fandom; this makes it difficult for other fans to engage in critical discussions about these white female characters because they’re viewed as flawless and all around perfect characters despite evidence to the contrary. Since Elain is viewed positively by the other characters in the series, it has rendered her character untouchable to any perceived slight or criticism in fandom discussions because those negative opinions challenge what has been said about her character thus far. And as a result, her character has been placed on a pedestal and implicitly hailed as the epitome of white womanhood; and when she’s criticized, it’s seen as a direct attack against white womanhood. Arguments in the Elriel fandom: exploit feminist language and perpetuate white feminist tactics under the guise of defending Elain’s character; center Elain in conversations about female oppression in the ACOTAR world and uphold white feminist ideologies in their critique of ACOTAR’s patriarchal society; and use the fragile white woman narrative to victimize Elain in Lucien’s presence, playing into racial biases that are associated with white supremacy’s defense of white womanhood.

Feminism is a social movement that seeks to promote equality and equity to all genders, and feminists work toward eradicating gender disparities on a macro-level, in addition to challenging gender biases on a micro-level. As feminism became more mainstream, a flat and oversimplified version of feminism emerged: mainstream feminism. The mainstream feminist movement is meant to represent all women, but rarely does it center conversations around issues that concern most women. The problem with mainstream feminism is that it’s just a popularized version of white feminism. White feminism has relied extensively on an individualized understanding of women’s oppression, exclusively from the lens of privileged white women. White feminism only focuses on the oppression experienced by white, able-bodied, affluent, educated, cishet women; and it views gender as the key mode of privileged white women’s oppression, isolated from the privileges granted by their other social identities. White women can be and are oppressed under the patriarchy but only because they are women; their identity as women does not exempt them from the privileges granted by their whiteness. The term white feminist does not mean any feminist who is white, but refers to feminists who prioritize the concerns of privileged white women as though they are representative of all women. However, the term is not exclusive to white people. Because white feminism is so pervasive, people of other racial and ethnic backgrounds often buy into white feminism, believing that if they work hard enough, they may be able to reap its rewards.

Just like white feminism, mainstream feminism only recognizes the identity of being a woman, assumes that all women share common experiences of gender oppression, fails to address other social identities in relation to overlapping systems of oppression, and disregards privilege in relation to various social identities. Just like white feminism, mainstream feminism is palatable because it doesn’t seek to challenge the systems in place, instead its goal is to succeed within them. Essentially, mainstream feminism and white feminism are extensions of performative feminism. Performative feminism is a type of performative activism that’s used to describe feminist views that are surface level and solely for the benefit of one type of person. It’s a pretense which often has nothing to do with genuine activism. Arguments in the Elriel fandom normalize and promote performative feminism because the topic of feminism is only referenced when discussing Elain. This indicates that these arguments are engaging in disingenuous discourse to push a personal agenda within the ACOTAR fandom, and it becomes more apparent when they use white feminist tactics to shut down opposing viewpoints:

White feminists weaponize and exploit feminist language to silence the opinions of other women, especially when they’re called out for their problematic behaviors

White feminists use the phrase “Women supporting women” to defend other white feminists who exhibit problematic behaviors instead of holding them accountable

White feminists weaponize phrases like “Women supporting women” and “You just hate women” to attack other women who disagree with them on any given topic

White feminists use phrases like “All women face challenges” and “Stop pitting women against each other” to sidestep conversations about privilege

White feminists divert conversations away from privilege and towards the Trauma Olympics to equate their struggles to the oppression of marginalized people

White feminists skirt around the realities of other forms of oppression and discrimination, downplaying the experiences of marginalized people

White feminists diminish or ignore the ways in which gender oppression affects other marginalized people

White feminists paint those they harmed as aggressive, mean, or divisive when confronted with the ways they have harmed a marginalized group

White feminists deflect criticism by focusing on the anger or emotions being expressed rather than the issue that is being discussed, invalidating the concerns of marginalized people

White feminists speak over marginalized voices in an attempt to sound “woke”

White feminists get defensive and insist there’s no way they could be a part of the problem because of what they’ve done to help marginalized groups already

White feminists say they don’t see color in an attempt to obscure racial issues that need to be addressed

White feminists center and victimize themselves in conversations about racism, which derails necessary conversations from taking place

White feminists who are white weaponize the intersectionality of their race and gender to avoid accountability

Feminism is not meant to be approached from an individualistic perspective nor is it only about addressing the experiences of privileged white women, it involves addressing the intersections of race, class, gender, sexuality, (dis)ability, and other social identities as well; and it involves addressing how these social identities relate to privilege. Moreover, feminism is not about women upholding complete loyalty to other women because of a shared gender identity, and to claim that it does implies that women should be held to different emotional standards than men. If men are able to dislike and criticize other individual men, real or fictional, without their characters being compromised, why aren’t women granted that same privilege?

It’s clear that SJM set up the ACOTAR world to mirror a patriarchal society, and that the imbalance of power between males and females stems from sexism. Arguments in the Elriel fandom analyze the ACOTAR world through a feminist lens to show how ACOTAR’s patriarchal society, to which the mating bond is innately tied, contributes to female oppression and limits their agency. When choice and free will are emphasized as part of Elain’s arc, they imply that Elain, through the mating bond, experiences female oppression under ACOTAR’s patriarchal society because of her identity as a female with that identity being the focal point of her oppression in the world. Elain is one of the most privileged characters in the ACOTAR world: she’s High Fae; she’s the sister of the High Lord and High Lady of the Night Court, which gives her access to wealth and political influence because of that connection; she’s able-bodied; she was magically blessed by the Cauldron; and she lives in Velaris, a place that grants females autonomy and power because of the beliefs of Rhysand and Feyre. Arguments in the Elriel fandom trivialize female oppression in the ACOTAR world because they disregard the fact that Elain’s privileges prevent her from experiencing female oppression in the same way that other marginalized females in the world do. The mating bond being one such example because those around Elain are not forcing the bond on her, instead they’re allowing Elain to reach a decision about the bond for herself; a privilege that other marginalized females in the world probably wouldn’t have. Just because Elain has endured hardships in her life and is a female in a patriarchal society, they do not erase the privileges she holds within the ACOTAR world. The failure to include Elain’s privileges in discussions about Elain being a female in a patriarchal society feeds into white feminist ideologies because white feminism operates from a very narrow perspective; it doesn’t take other intersecting identities into account when it examines gender oppression, leaving no room for discussions about privilege (or lack thereof) in relation to those intersecting identities. When discussing oppression in hierarchical societies, it’s imperative that privilege is also included in the conversation because privilege and oppression are not mutually exclusive; they equally affect the ways in which people navigate those societies through their social identities.

Rather than attributing Elain’s uncomfortability to her new life as a Fae female or the mating bond itself and her trauma to the Cauldron, the King of Hybern, or Ianthe, they’re placed on Lucien to cast his character in a negative light. Moreover, fandom discussions portray Lucien as a possessive character to further emphasize Elain’s discomfort despite the inaccuracy of this characterization in canon. Arguments in the Elriel fandom play into racial biases when it comes to Lucien (a male character of color) because they mischaracterize his character in order to victimize Elain (a white female character), placing her character in the role of the white damsel in distress. In Western society, the concept of womanhood has been conceptualized from a Eurocentric perspective with femininity and feminine attributes favoring white women. It’s the idea that a certain type of femininity is only inherent to white women as they are seen as the embodiment of an ideal womanhood. White womanhood has been a symbol of innocence and purity, and white women have been viewed as fragile beings in need of protection. The reason white womanhood functions within white supremacy is because it’s the same idea that has motivated white men to kill and beat black and brown men. The so-called protection of white women has been used as a justification for the horrific violence committed by white men because black and brown men were stereotyped as aggressive and seen as a threat to the virtue of white women. The white damsel in distress trope considered white women as worthy of protection because of their perceived innocence and purity; women of color were not granted that same treatment because they did not fit into the ideal image of womanhood. Over the years, this trope became a means for white women to exercise limited power in a patriarchal society with white women weaponizing their status as the damsel much to the detriment of black and brown men. It’s through the white damsel in distress trope that white supremacy sustains its dominance in Western society. The misrepresentation of characters of color in fandom, the dismissal of their importance to the overall story, and using them as tools in arguments centered around white characters are the foundation of fandom racism; they’re examples of how racism moves silently in fandom spaces. Instead of examining their behavior and taking constructive criticism from fans of color, white fans will often double down on their bigotry and center their uncomfortability in the conversation when confronted with their complicity in fandom racism. White fans expect fans of color to swallow fandom racism in its many forms in order to not ruin the experience of fandom, dismissing the fact that racism is prevalent in nearly every aspect of society. This mentality ensures that no one is held accountable for the harm they caused and alienates fans of color in fandom spaces.

To reiterate what I mentioned in my first think piece: terms like “oppression”, “the right to choose”, “feminist”, “feminism”, “anti-feminist”, “anti-feminism”, “internalized misogyny”, “misogyny”, “misogynist”, “sexist”, “sexism”, “racist”, “racism”, “classist”, “classism”, “discrimination”, and “patriarchy” are all used in specific ways to draw attention to the plight of marginalized people and challenge those who deny the existence of systems of oppression. Yet these words and their meanings can be twisted to attack, exclude, and invalidate people with differing opinions on any given topic. When social justice and feminist terms are thrown around antagonistically and carelessly to push a personal agenda, it becomes clear that these terms are being used to engage in disingenuous discourse and pursue personal validation rather than being used out of any deep-seated conviction to dismantle systemic oppression. Being an ally, activist, or feminist is not an identity, it’s a practice. It requires: ongoing self-reflection; holding ourselves accountable; listening to marginalized people; educating ourselves; dismantling implicit biases; challenging those around us who are exhibiting problematic behaviors; and action behind our words.

It’s important to be aware of the language that is used within the fandom when defending or critiquing characters and ships. It’s also important to question how an argument is framed and why it’s framed the way that it is to critically examine the intent behind that argument: is it used as a tool to push a personal agenda that reinforces problematic behaviors, or is it used as an opportunity to share, learn, enlighten, and educate?

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slutforagoodsmut · 3 years

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Imagine: Dracula’s daughter

She had always been a daddy’s girl, that was certain. Since she was an infant she was attached to him by the hip, always followed him around the castle, always found him fascinating. Of course she loved her mother and Alucard as well. Days her father was busy she’d stay in her mother’s laboratory, watching Lisa mix medicines and asking questions.

“What is this?” she’d ask, barely able to look over the table. Her mother would only laugh and pick her up, sitting her down on the smooth slab of her work space.

“This is a new medicine I’m working on. It will help sick people become strong and healthy, just like you!” Lisa would poke her daughter’s tummy and the little dhampir girl would squirm in a fit of giggles. She loved her mother, she looked up to her.

Her and her brother always found things to do around the castle, painting and writing poetry, playing tag or hide and seek, which Alucard always won for some odd reason.

“You cheated!” she whined, crossing her arms.

“I did not!” Alucard stuck his tongue out at his sister. “I’m just older and faster than you!”

“By a minute! You are older by a minute!”

And at the end of the day, the young dhampir would always find herself in her father’s study, reading a book beside him or begging him to read to her. She’d always end up falling asleep in his lap and he’d carry her to bed, tucking her in and kissing her goodnight. He loved her, he loved his little girl with all his undead heart. Of course there was Lisa, the love of his life, and he did love his children equally, but she always had a special place in his heart.

As the years went on, the girl blossomed into a beautiful young woman. She had long, onyx locks like her father and a sharp tongue like her mother. She was snarky and always had something to say, but she was kind and she was loving, and she had such a big heart full of passion and wonder. She wanted to help others just like her mother, often visited houses of the ones who Lisa was close to and aided her mother if she needed it. Alucard and her loved to duel one another, and she made sure she always won. They picked on each other and instigated but it was all out of great fun. The princess took long walks with her father at night and he told her about his new discoveries between vampires and humans, and her being her, was always fascinated and wanted to know more.

Like Alucard and her mother, she had the privilege of stepping out into sunlight without a problem. She grew her fangs in before her brother when she was a small infant, which to this day she enjoys hanging over his head. She was tall and strong, and very fast, as well as very skilled with a sword. She had long nails she could extend and retract and could turn into animals, making it easier to stalk her prey at night.

Everything was....perfect, you might say. Her life was perfect, sure she lacked friends but she had a wonderful home and a loving family that she could depend on.

That all changed after that horrific night in 1475. When Lisa Tepes was killed everything crumbled to dust. The love in the castle had disappeared, it was so cold and dark and stunk of misery.

She grew strained from her father once Alucard had left home. She didn’t want him to go and he didn’t want to leave her, but they both knew it was for the best.

In a year, it was almost like two complete strangers shared a home. Dracula made no effort to connect with his daughter as he was so caught up with damning the whole world to hell, and in that time his daughter pushed him away. She barely spoke with him, didn’t even attempt to at this point. He was so angry, so angry with the world and with everyone in it. Lisa wouldn’t have wanted this, her children knew that. Their mother was a part of the human race, mortality ran through the children’s blood. They were a part of them, and their father wanted to burn them all.

She grew angrier and angrier with her father as the dreadful days passed on. He let these other vampires into their home and they did whatever they wanted! And what did he do, wallow away into nothing in his library, sitting in front of the fireplace every single day! Pathetic! Absolutely pathetic!

One day, she had enough. Dracula’s daughter couldn’t stand a single day more in that castle, enraged with her father she planned to leave. She considered leaving without telling him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. So, with a satchel over her shoulder holding her most valuable things, she walked into her father’s library. The back of his chair was to her, and yes, he stared into his fireplace like he always had.

“I’m leaving.” she spoke up, gripping the strap of her bag. Nothing, he didn’t say a word, he didn’t even move a muscle in his seat. His daughter only sighed, a tear rolling down her cheek as she turned away. “Goodbye, father.”

Part of her never wanted to see him ever again. Part of her wanted nothing more to do with her father, but she knew deep down their paths would cross again, and she’d end up in that castle once more.

She was alone, really alone this time, she had no one to turn to, she kept her distance from strangers and if they gave her trouble she’d risk the danger and bear her fangs, making them all run away in fear. The one night, one fateful night, she had run into her brother and two others who accompanied him. She was running through the woods as night creatures attacked, she’d slaughtered as many as she could, but they were closing in on her. In that moment she felt powerless till three beings came out of the thick woods and ended the monsters’ rampage.

“Alucard?” she whispered, leaning herself against a tree, holding her side which bled a concerningly amount.

He gasped, his eyes widened with shock as he looked at his dear sister. “Sister?”

“You have a sister?” The strange woman spoke up in her thick accent.

“Oh god, not another one of you....” A tall dark haired man grumbled, slapping his hand over his face.

Alucard’s sister ran over to him and threw her arms around him as hard as she could. She couldn’t believe it. She had so many questions. How was he here? Why wasn’t he underground like he said he’d be? Who were these people?

Overtime, these questions were answered. The woman was a speaker, her name was Sypha, and that other oaf of a man was a Belmont, Trevor Belmont, a vampire’s sworn enemy. She thought they died off years ago, but never mind that. Her brother had woken from his year of slumber when the two of them accidentally found him (more so Trevor than Sypha) and asked if he’d help them in their quest.

“We’re going to the castle...” Alucard spoke softly. His sister sat across from him, staring quietly into the fire they had made. She wasn’t stupid, she could put the puzzle pieces together. They were going there to end Dracula’s terror for once and for all. Her heart broke, just like it had before. She had to come to terms with killing their father, it was such a painful thing to imagine but...if that meant millions and millions of people would survive, then so be it.

“It just hurts, ya’know? I mean, how could anyone go through with the idea of murdering their father?”

“He’s not our father, not anymore at least.”

Alucard was right, she hated to admit it. That monster conducting all of this genocide wasn’t their father. Their father was loving and caring, and this man....wasn’t any of that. The king of darkness was blinded by a rage and there was no looking back. Their father died when Lisa Tepes took her last breath.

One by one, she slit the throats of dozens. Striking her sword through vampire soldiers, beheading the generals who held councils in her very home, the ones who practically took her home away from her. Was it truly still her home, she couldn’t tell, all she knew it as now was Vlad Dracula’s hideout, nothing more. She would get her revenge on every last one of them, her fists driving through their chests and yanking out their still beating hearts, crushing them in her palms. How dare they mock her home as if it were their own little sanctuary. How dare they.

“Alucard--you, Belmont and Sypha fight off those night creatures! I’m going to find our father!” She yelled as she climbed the steps.

Alucard impaled a night creature “Be careful! He’ll hurt you!”

But she was already down the hall and up the steps to her father’s library. Millions of thoughts ran through her mind. The guilt of it all, having to go through an act that would be considered unspeakable under God’s law. Half vampire or not, she knew she’d be damned to hell in the end.

She took in a few breaths before peeking in. Her father, to her surprise, was not slumped in his chair but standing, he grabbed one of his forgemasters, Isaac, and threw him through his mirror. Isaac let out a scream and the mirror broke into pieces, falling on the ground.

“Father.” She spoke, walking into the room. Dracula tensed up, turning his body towards the door, bearing his fangs.

“My child, the betrayer.”

Her chest tightened, eyes wide. Betrayer? He thinks she betrayed him?

“I did no such thing.”

“Lies!” He snapped, his eyes blood red. “You walked out of this castle and turned your back on your own father!”

“Well you had already turned your back on me!” She screamed at him. “You didn’t try to make me stay! You didn’t even attempt to!”

“I knew what side you were on from the beginning. You were a lost cause.” Dracula’s voice was cold and harsh.

Tears sprouted at the corner of her eyes. “How could you even say that?! You act like you were the only one who lost someone!”

Dracula turned away from his daughter, seething with anger.

“You weren’t there! You were never there! All you’ve done was cause havoc!”

“I did it all for her!” Dracula roared, whipping around and towering his large body over hers.

“And look where that got you!” She bellowed back at him, eyes now blood red as tears streamed down her face. “Look where that got you. You pushed Alucard away, you pushed me away. Mother would never--” Her body was thrown across the room and she hit the bookshelf, falling to the ground. She wheezed out, coughing out blood. He struck her. He...struck her. Her vision was foggy, but she could make out her father standing on the other side of the room. She tried to stand up but she couldn’t, her body didn’t let her. Again she tried, but she couldn’t do it. She hadn’t had blood in such a long time, she’s grown too weak. Why she didn’t consider that going into this mess she doesn’t know, but it was a stupid mistake. Suddenly her world went dark, and she laid unconscious on the ground.

It wasn’t too long till she had woken up from her spot, her father no longer in the library. She could hear screaming from above her. She gasped, getting up as quick as she could and stumbling over herself. Alucard.

She ran and ran, going up another floor, and then another. The dhampir suddenly collided with Sypha and Belmont.

“You’re alright!” Sypha exclaimed.

“Where is he!? Where is Alucard?!”

“Upstairs, with Dracula!”

Her vampire senses tingled. His room. They were in Alucard’s old room. She bolted up the floors and down the hall. They were screaming, things were being shattered, she could feel the whole castle shake beneath her feet.

Alucard was thrown against the wall, their father closing in on him, ready to finish the job.

“ENOUGH!” His sister shrieked at the top of her lungs, stepping in between them. Her father stopped in his tracks.

There she stood, sword in both hands, pointing the tip against her own chest.

“What--What are you doing?!” Dracula bellowed.

Alucard shook his head, fear in his eyes. “No, don’t do it!”

“I’d rather kill myself than live in this world with you, you monster!”

With that, somehow Dracula had come to his senses. The night filled the room, the moonlight shining in through the window. Dracula gasped, his eyes no longer flaming with hatred, but filled with sadness. His daughter kept the sword where it was and she began to cry, hard, endless tears rushing down her pale face.

“Look what you’ve done father...” She sobbed, hands trembling.

Dracula stared at her, then at her brother, then finally his hands. “What am I doing? I....” he choked on his words. “My children, my son and daughter. I’m killing them Lisa. I’m killing our children.” He walked over to a painting that hung on the wall. It was of all of them; Dracula and Lisa, both holding their bundles of joy. He looked at his children again and truly realized how much hurt he’s caused them. How much pain he’s caused his daughter. She mourned in their home, alone, while he selfishly sought out revenge. “My daughter would rather end her life than live in a world with her father.” he looked at her, tears now running from his eyes, “These are the walls we raised them in, loved them unconditionally. These are the walls we painted, the toys we made for our son. I’m so sorry....I....what have I done?” Dracula walked over to her and took the sword out of her hands, pointing it’s sharp tip against his own chest and placing it back in her hands.

“Your greatest gifts to me, and I’m killing them.”

Alucard got up and stood next to his sister, placing his hands around hers. He wouldn’t let her do this alone.

“I must already be dead...”

Her heart pounded in her chest so hard she thought she was going to throw up. “I love you....” the girl managed to get out in a strangled cry, looking her father in the eyes. She could see it in his pleading eyes, silently begging them to put an end to his misery, to theirs and the world’s. In those quiet moments, he hoped she knew how much he truly loved her. How special she really was.

She shut her eyes tightly for a second as her and her brother drew her sword into her father’s chest. He groaned in pain, blood spilling out of his mouth as more coppery tears spilled out of his eyes.

She would forever be his little girl.

WOOOOH that was a long one! I told ya’ll I’d write some sad shit. Ok I’m gonna go cry myself to sleep now, like, comment and reblog!🥳🥳

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marvels-writings · 3 years

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myc can i please request some cute fluff about how yelena pinned and tried to impress r like mentioned in colors/chosen? 😩

Impress

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Yelena Belova Masterlist

Requested by Anon: can we please have a drabble of being trained by yelena i read the ones you did of maria and they’re so cute

Word Count: 613

A/N: Ngl for the request i literally reread my fics (which i never do) and oh my god you guys pay attention to what i write

"Room for one more?" You asked, grinning as you waltzed into the training room, where your two favorite Russian assassins were training. Their conversation interrupted as you walked over to them, both of them staring at you. Natasha gave her sister a look you couldn't identify, a little threatening, a little warning.

"In a bit," Natasha said, glancing towards you before looking back at her sister. Yelena glared at her, sweat beading on her forehead before she wiped it away. Glancing between both of them, you looked at the blonde for an explanation.

"Nat is acting more annoying than usual," Yelena stated, causing her sister to throw a water bottle at her. She dodged it, catching it with one hand and placing it near the rink, chuckling to herself. She avoided your look entirely, not wanting to explain the conversation they were having.

You'd only heard tiny bits from their talking, something about hiding away and needing to tell someone about their feelings. You wanted to ignore it, but you'd heard your name in the mix, you wanted to hope it was because your feelings for Yelena weren't as one-sided as you thought they were, but it was just your imagination.

You sat near the edge of the rink, your legs crossed as you waited for them to start. A simple nod from Natasha was all she needed to start attacking her. The match started normally, but something was slightly different. Yelena's attacks were more aggressive than usual, wanting to hurt Natasha than just train.

Confusion filled your features as you saw her almost hit her, quickly wrapping the redhead in a headlock after. Natasha could've broken out of it if she wanted to, not struggling as much as she normally did. Instead, she tapped out, smirking as she conceded defeat to her sister.

A smirk isn't usually the reaction after she gets beaten by anyone, nor is the subtle wink she sent Yelena before sauntering off. You shook off her reaction, still more than impressed by the match. Rarely had anyone even held their own against Natasha, let alone defeat her.

"I'm not gonna lie," You began, getting up and taking your place in front of Yelena. The blonde raised an eyebrow, waiting for what you had to say next, her gaze flitting over to her sister.

"That was impressive."

A smile quickly took over Yelena's face, a blush coating her cheeks. You heard Natasha giggle a little from the corner of the room before shouting something in Russian to her sister. Whatever it was, it angered the blonde as she quickly took off in chase of her, leaving you in the gym.

Though, you didn't stay there for long, quickly chasing after them, demanding to know what was going on. A part of you knew they would never tell you; Yelena had no plans to. She would never tell you that she'd planned to try to impress you; the fact that it had worked flustered her more than she'd imagined.

A grin covered her face for the rest of the day, only getting brighter when you finally found her. She refused to tell you what Natasha had said, keeping those words to herself. You couldn't bring yourself to be angry at her for it, not when she jumped at every opportunity to try to impress you just to get you to look her way.

Her grin only got brighter when you'd rewarded her efforts with a date. A date she couldn't help but be overexcited for, happily telling Natasha about it, acting like a small child. She couldn't help it, too happy that she plans to impress you had finally worked

A/N: Tell me what you think!! and what Nat shouted is up to your imagination

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going-dead · 3 years

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Lightning Scars and Listening Ears

Phic phight prompt by @datawyrms : Danny Phantom's jumpsuit is hiding a secret he'd rather not reveal to anyone. (feel free to be metaphorical if you want.) l

Team Human: @currentlylurking

Most citizens of Amity Park often forgot that Phantom wasn’t human. Sure he would fly through the skies, turn invisible, and shoot ectoplasm at the ghosts who would attack the city on a daily basis, but the way he acted when not saving the city always seemed so alive. That’s where the problem lied though. The ghost kid wasn’t alive, a fact that Amity Park never actually thought much about.

Phantom was playing around with some kids in the park when it all happened. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence to see the boy play with the younger citizens of the city, under their parents supervision most of the time. Seeing him give them piggyback rides and playing tag was actually a common sight when there were no ghosts to fight. Phantom had six different kids hanging off of his arms and legs, apparently trying to tackle him and get him to fall down. The group of parents laughed at the sight as the teenage hero fell to the ground admitting his defeat in a dramatic flourish. “Ahh you got me! Foul villains, you will regret this!” He laughed as he lunged at the closest kid and launched a tickle attack. Childish squeels rang out as the uncaptured children ran trying to avoid being tickled. The little girl in his arms was finally released from her attacker when she turned on Phantom and started to tickle him back. His laughter attracted the other kids who scattered and they joined the counter attack.

“I yield I yield!” He flailed his arms as a dozen little hands tickled any spot they could reach. The kids slowly let up their assault leaving the teen gasping for breath.

One of the children, the girl who started the attack on Phantom, pulled on his arm. “Mr. Phantom? What’s that did you get a owie?” She asked pointing to his neck where part of his jumpsuit wrinkled down revealing a few red raised streaks maring his skin.

Phantom froze eyes jumping over to the adults just a few feet over who had stopped their conversation to try to see what the young girl was asking about. He quickly pulled the collar of his suit back into place. He gave the girl and the other kids surrounding him a pained smile. “Yeah I did get an owie. Don’t worry though I’m fine, doesn’t even hurt anymore.” Suddenly blue frost escaped his lips, the adults sitting nearby never saw him more relieved to have a ghost show up than in that moment. He gave quick goodbyes to the kids before shooting off to find the day's threat to the city.

All the adults gathered waved over their respective kids. While they trusted Phantom to get rid of the threat it was always smart to stay inside during a ghost attack. A loud boom sounded in the direction where Phantom flew off, shaking the ground. They all gave each other uncertain looks. “My house is closest we can take shelter there.” One of the men said leading everyone away.

After a block of running the group was almost to shelter when the ghost fight moved over their heads. The adults grabbed onto the children doing their best to shield them from the flying debris. They held the kids against their chests as they watched the sky in horror. They didn’t recognize the attacking ghost, but it was certainly doing a number on Phantom. The rest of the battle lasted at most a minute when Phantom managed to suck up the ghost into his thermos before he seemed to wobble in the sky and falling to the ground creating a small crater where he landed.

The man who was leading the group passed off the kid he was holding to the man next to him. “David what are you-?”

“Brian just hold her.” He ran over to the fallen teen and picked him up in a fireman's carry and rushed the rest of the way to his house.

Once he arrived he kicked open the door and placed the teen onto the couch in his living room. He looked down trying to assess the situation. Phantom’s jumpsuit was torn in numerous places exposing spots of his arms, neck, and chest that had splatterings of green ectoplasm across the exposed flesh. He started taking the rest of the jumpsuit off of the teen wanting to make sure there were no hidden injuries underneath. Behind him he could hear his husband and the other parents come through the door. “Get me a wet rag and some warm water!” He yelled behind him.

Once he was handed the items he started working on cleaning up the cuts and wiping off the ectoplasm. He silently thanked any higher being out there that he took a first aid class a few years back. The wounds actually seemed less severe than what David initially thought, that or the kid had some seriously advanced healing. One of the parents led the kids upstairs while the rest of them crowded around David and Phantom.

Once Phantom was as patched up as he could be David finally sat back and actually took a full look at the boy. His breath caught in his throat as he examined the body infront of him. In the end all he could get out was.“Oh my god. He’s- he’s dead.”

“What the hell do you mean? Of course he’s not, I can clearly see him breathing right now.” One of the parents protested.

David shook his head. “No.” He went to run his hands down his face before spotting the blood- no the ectoplasm covering them and settled for grabbing onto his husband for support. “No, I mean he’s a ghost.”

“Well yeah he’s a ghost it’s not like that’s news now is it?” Brian said running his hand up and down his husband's back.

“You guys don’t get it.” David pulled back. “Think! Look!” He ran his hand through his hair, staining it green. “Look at him.” He pointed at the teen’s unconscious body. There were lightning shaped scars running all over the boy’s body, from the base of his neck trailing all the way down to his ankles. Those weren’t the only scars marring his body though, small scars were scattered all over his body, there was a rather large one on his abdomen in the same spot where he was hit the other week fighting off a ghost who was attacking the high school. The gathered adults looked back at Phantom’s face. As he slept he almost looked like a normal teenager, there were small bags under his eyes, his closed eyes hid the toxic green color, and the glow surrounding him was almost nonexistent.

Three things seemed to dawn on the parents all at once.

1: Phantom at some point had died

2: He died young, at most he was just out of middle school when it happened.

3: From the looks of it he didn’t die in his sleep but painfully. They all silently hoped that at least it wasn’t drawn out.

As they all looked at each other they couldn’t help but think of their own children who were just upstairs. Did Phantom have a family? Did his parents miss their little boy? Do they know that Phantom was their son? Even worse, the boy had a jumpsuit on when he died, was his parents the cause of his premature death?

Of course if Phantom was conscious, didn’t have to worry about the whole identity thing, and could read their minds the boy would quickly put their minds to rest responding; yes, no he sees them daily, god no, and sorta it really was more of a case of teenage stupidity than his parents fault though.

Two of those issues though were quickly resolved as two white rings shocked the group out of their grief for a boy they hardly knew. The rings traveled across the boy’s body replacing bare skin with street clothes and white hair with black. Everyone looked at Phantom(?) confused, the boy in front of them was very unghost-like and the scratch on his face that was previously bleeding green now had a red where the scab was forming.

“What the fu- wait isn’t that the Fenton kid, Danny I think?” David asked looking back at the other parents who were in the same amount of shock that he was. Actually he was positive it was him, his older sister Jazz used to babysit their daughter and he would sometimes come along. If someone was going to respond they were cut off as the boy in front of them started to stir and open his eyes. He sat up almost falling off the couch in his panic, thankfully David was quick enough to catch him. “Woah there Danny, be careful you took a pretty bad beating out there. Hell I’m surprised you’re already awake to be honest kid.”

Danny gave him a thankful smile as he steadied himself. He froze once he caught a glimpse of his hair, his eyes shot down to his clothes. He looked back up and noticed the group of adults in front of him. “Now before you jump to any conclusions there’s a very reasonable explanation for this, or there will be just give me a few minutes.” “Wait so does this mean you’re not dead?” Brian asked.

“Brian you can’t just ask that! What if it’s a sensitive subject?” David scolded his husband then looked over at Danny. “Sorry about him.”

Danny looked over to the men who for some reason had hope in their eyes. “What? It’s fine. I mean I guess no- well yes- no- sorta- it’s complicated.”

As Danny looked at the numerous questioning eyes he sighed. It’s not like he could convince them that it was a trick of the light or something. And he did owe them since they patched him up better than he would have been able to at home in his bedroom. But before he could start he turned to David. “I’ll tell you guys everything but first um… is that my ectoplasm in your hair and on your hands? Because if so you probably should wash that off, prolonged exposure isn’t harmful per say but you could start to glow or something if you don’t wash it off soon.”

David looked down to his hands, apparently just now remembering he was still covered in the boy’s ectoplasm and rushed to the bathroom to wash it off. He’d worry about why the sight of his own blood- ectoplasm didn’t phase Danny at all later.

Once David returned, now free of ectoplasm, Danny sat down and started from the beginning. At one point in the story he must have started to cry because he was handed a tissue box, which he accepted with a thanks. By the end he wasn’t the only one with tears in his eyes, one of the adults had to go into the kitchen to compose themselves. Danny didn’t really understand why though, sure he sort of half died, but he didn’t see why it would affect any of them. “Hey! It’s fine, I’m fine it’s not a big deal! I mean it’s not like it only happened to me. Vlad went through it too like 20 years ago.” Danny seized up after he said that. “Don’t tell him you know about him though! Me not telling anyone about him is the only reason he’s not trying to fully kill me when we fight. That and he has a weird obsession with my mom and me.”

David paused at that. “So you’re telling us that not only did you go through a highly traumatic situation at a young age, but the only adult that even knows about it has tried to kill you multiple times?”

“I mean I guess but Jazz, my sister, knows about it too and she’s older than me and my friends.”

“Danny she’s also still a kid, an older one sure, but she is not an adult. Even if you didn’t go to your parents, was there no one else you could have talked to about it with? A therapist maybe?” David asked.

Danny laughed. “Ah no, Jazz tried having me go to the school therapist but she turned out to be a ghost who wanted to try to cause as much pain as possible. She even almost killed Jazz in front of the whole school.”

“Dear god.” David sighed. “All right, we will all keep your secret on one condition.” Danny cringed and looked down at his lap, of course there was a catch. He just hoped it wasn’t anything too bad like letting them run a bunch of experiments on him whenever they wanted to. His ghost injuries were bad enough to hide from others, he didn’t need to have to explain away needle marks or something. “You’ll see Brian once a week for therapy sessions. He’s a licensed psychiatrist.”

“Wait what?” Danny looked up confused.

“Oh don’t worry I won’t charge you of course since we are forcing you to do this, and obviously you can choose the day of the week. I usually don't work fridays or the weekends but if those are the only days that work I’m sure we can rearrange some of our family time to make room for you.” Brian smiled. “Now it’s getting pretty late isn’t it? I’m sure it’s about time everyone here starts to head home now hmm? Of course if you aren’t feeling well enough Danny I can call your parent’s up and just let them know you’ll be staying here. I’ll just tell them you were injured in a ghost fight, not exactly lying now is it?”

“Um no I’m fine enough to walk home thank you though.” Danny said. Everyone started saying their goodbyes and calling the children down to get them ready to leave. Danny was the last one left, he was almost out the door when he was stopped by David handing him a piece of paper.

“Here are our numbers, I also wrote down where Brian’s office is, you can set up your appointment over text. As well as our address, you can stop by or call us for any reason Danny and I mean it okay, any.”

Danny looked down at the paper and pocketed it with a nod. As he left he felt almost lighter for some reason. Maybe having adults who knew and didn’t want to kill him but actually wanted to help him wasn’t so bad after all.

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