#halfa!trio

[miscmonstro]

"Can you watch the ki- er, parents while I take a nap? Thanks Dickie."

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 159

Tucker is done. Absolutely done. Danny, this time it’s your fault, and not his, this time it wasn’t him who touched the magical weird artifact thing. At least Sam is there too, so they can complain together. 

Or they would, if not for the fact that their bodies are toddlers, and somehow stuck to freaking ghost-speak! And not even proper ghost-speak but like, toddler ghost speak! 

He can’t see his PDA anywhere either, which is downright heartbreaking. Patricia had been the best thing he’d made to date! And she was now gone! 

At least Danny is also stuck in the same situation as them and- Wait. Okay. Nope, he better not have just seen Sam float slightly. It would not be fair if she got ghost-powers too- holy realms his hand just went through the floor. Okay. Alright. 

They apparently all have ghost powers now. As toddlers. In some unknown place that had some sort of ecto-stream runoff thing. That wasn’t concerning at all. 

Oh, did he mention the gold-eyed figure staring at them from across said stream? Well they were across the stream, now they seem to be staring at them from like a foot away and maybe having a breakdown. Or a headache? They were clutching their head is what he was trying to say, but his stupid baby vision wasn’t the best at a distance. 

Yeah he’s blaming this one on Danny.

[halfa-failure]

Can I request some goody everlasting trio shenanigans?

Heh 😏

Enjoy these low quality doodles

[fairytale-of-fear]

More DP fanart, specifically my Halfa everlasting trio au. This time Halfa Sam and Liminal Valerie. A.K.A Lemures and Valkyrie.

Thoughts I had while making this were Lets Go Lesbians and “Girlfriends who threatened enemies together stay together”.

[kriber]

because i kept forgetting to do it earlier here are my pieces for the @dpauzine!!!! had a lot of fun working on these lil sticker and emoji sets :) check out the full zine here!

[surelysilly]

there was a great big flash, and...!

they fear him. what does he want with me? i’m so hungry. no one else is. i don’t know what to do. i’m so, so hungry. dora is nice to me. what is this broken thing? why does time not pass here? i’m hungry. i want more. why am i hungry?

they fear something. everyone is so kind to me. i love it here. they say there is a prophecy. i’m scared. is it about me? i love it here so much. they say he will return one day. i don’t want to fight. i wish i had friends. who am i?

they fear him. they hate us. that’s good. i’m in control. they have to listen to me. i wonder what’s out there beyond these walls. i shouldn’t think that. ti have no real power here. they fear him, not me. what did anyone do wrong?

more of my Halfa Trio AU from years and years ago for @dpauzine! :D

[fuyuthefoxwriter]

So everyone I made a fic and decided it would be a good idea to post it here I hope you enjoy it ^^

[daydreaming-bee]

I know that lots of people are obsessed with Danny as the Ghost King; I am also one of these people. But I also want more people to go into Tucker being a reincarnation of a pharaoh, maybe meeting some Egyptian Ghosts or Sam getting plant powers, because she was controlled by Undergrowth!

Or even better because of these encounters with ghosts overshadowing them, they become liminal or halfa’s. I just love thinking about the trio becoming more close because of this!

(Also if anyone has any AO3 fanfic recommendations along these lines please share)

[coldbronzemoon]

Stringing Electricity

Danny died in one quick second, brutal, agonizing, fast. There was no time to panic, to fear, to scream. The portal formed. Danny Fenton died. The end.

His friends were standing just outside the rip across planes. They wore no protections, had no time to turn away from the powerful blast of energy and emotion that had just swallowed their friend whole. The whole lab was green and burning bright; a localized explosion of power.

Of course such close proximity would have consequences. The prototype of two decades past did, and it was barely a speck of dust compared to the strength of the newest dimensional portal. It would be a miracle, escaping change when standing in the nearest radius of harm.

Sam and Tucker didn’t think of it at the time. How could they? They were a bit busy screaming at the sight of Danny’s collapsed, smoking body, and then busy screaming at him getting back up. It was a trying night. It was the most trying, terrible night any of them had ever experienced.

So, that had to be why Sam felt sick, her hands shaking and her heart in her throat. That had to be why when Tucker breathed in the air felt ragged, burning, like gasping after choking, why his muscles twitched and jumped. That’s why his head hurt like something had been stabbed through his temple. They were scared. They were worried.

Their best friend had just died and stood back up. Now wasn’t the time for them to wallow in their own feelings.

Hauling his shaky body up the stairs two times was hard. Danny gasped and heaved and cried. He was cold, so cold, and shocking to the touch. His eyes gleamed in the low light of a quiet house. He clung to them like a lifeline, his fingers stiff and grip unyielding.

(“I’m going to call—” Tucker had started, hushed, eyes wet and bright.

“Please don’t,” whispered Danny, His voice was distant, echoing. “Please don’t, please, please, please—”

Tucker didn’t call the Fenton parents. He didn’t call 911. He didn’t call anyone.)

They dropped him on the bed, took pajamas from his closet, and told him to try to change out of the HAZMAT suit. Terrible fucking suit, Tucker thought, since it didn’t even protect him. There wasn’t a suit in the world that could have protected Danny, and he knew that. He couldn’t help the anger, sharp and crackling, that sat in his chest.

While Tucker stood at the door, angry, afraid, Sam went down to the kitchen. Her combat boots didn’t thud on the stairs like they should. She was too busy firmly not crying to notice. She was too busy being angry, so angry, too angry. With grasping reach, she tried to find a place to put the anger. Nothing felt right.

She took a cup from the cupboard. It nearly slipped and fell from her trembling fingers. Shock, Sam thought, and nearly let out a hysterical laugh at the thought of the lightning at the edges of the portal. The cup didn’t slip. She filled it with tap water and kept her grip the whole way back upstairs.

Sam didn’t scream when Tucker’s eyes flashed towards her in the dark. It was a trick of the light from the moon out the window. Sometimes people’s eyes looked different, in different lighting. Tucker’s eyes were fine. They were blue, not gold. Unbeknownst to her, Tucker thought the same things about purple eyes gleaming pink.

There was nothing wrong with either of them. There couldn’t be. They were too busy with Danny.

(If they had tried to turn on the lights at any point, they would have found nothing happened. Blackout. Power surges like a horrifyingly complex portal could create often resulted in such. It never occurred to them to try in the first place. The darkness was right, for this moment. This wasn’t a matter to grapple with in artificial daylight. Darkness was quiet, and cold, and held its secrets.)

Tucker cracked open the door and listened for a whispered assurance. It came, so he let Sam shuffle in and followed after, putting his hand in one of his cargo pants’ pockets. He pulled out a granola bar just as Sam sternly ordered Danny to drink the whole cup.

Danny said he wasn’t thirsty. He said he wasn’t hungry, after Tucker dropped the bar in his other hand. Tucker sympathized, but started Danny down with Sam all the same.

There was more they should be doing. Danny had been shocked bad enough to collapse, heartbeat weak and faltering in his chest. Heartbeat gone, for a few terror-filled seconds. Neither Tucker and Sam had any idea what else they could do. They were just fourteen.

Danny drank the water and ate the granola bar. He wrapped his comforter around himself so tightly it was a wonder he could still breath. There were no complaints from him when Sam, still shaking, and Tucker, still twitching, thumped onto the bed alongside him. They were warm, much warmer than him.

He didn’t want to talk. He didn’t want to listen to them talk. So Danny shoved his face in his pillows, ignored how cold he was, how hot he felt, and tried to go to sleep.

Somehow, he managed, and his friends followed after him.

(When Sam wakes up with the dawn as she always does, her breath stutters in her chest, and she feels like there is something in her torso, something in her ribs, shifting and jolting. She feels all at once too light and heavy as lead. Her eyes burn, and burn, and burn, and when she opens them after pressing the heels of her palm against them, she expects more than the plain colors of the bedroom she sees. She does not remember her dreams, fracturing and slow and prophetic as they are.

When Tucker wakes up after her, due to her shifting frame, his headache is still there, dull and pulsing. He feels hot, but that heat feels right, like the familiar sun beating down on his head. Phantom grain and grit scrape against his skin, where underneath his body buzzes like a livewire. He does not remember his dreams—his memories—of sunbaked sand and glinting jewels, of work and order and divine purpose. He will never recall the rituals held after his first death, begging that their ruler hold inhuman power in the next world as he did in the old one. He might curse his once-followers if he did. Or he might not.

When Danny wakes up last, hours after Sam and Tucker had gone downstairs to lie to the distracted Drs Fenton, he wakes up slowly. He is cold, and breathless, and floating two inches off of his own bed. The only reason he doesn’t scream is that sudden intangibility robs the air from his lungs. He turns solid, drops on the bed, and resolves that it was a hallucination. The taught string between him and his best friends, his confidants, the only people who could understand— that should be a hallucination too. He lets himself believe it’s real, because he can’t imagine such a thing being wrong. He does not remember his nightmares.

The three of them were always going to make it through this night, through the following years, together. There was no other option. (There were thousands of options.) But the power running through them, the bond tying them together like beads on a cord, helped in many ways. They were stronger together, smarter together, unstoppable together. A weight distributed to many hands was a light weight to carry.

Sam and Tucker did not have the pleasure of instant death. It would take weeks. It would be painful. At the end, there would be three more of an extraordinary species in the world.

Good things always come in threes.

ao3: them and you and me (stringing electricity)

[sinorim-pisani]

Ok but like!!

Danny Fenton's Obsession \!(*0*)!/

I know a lot of us in the fandom like to describe Danny's Obsession as having to do with protection, or having to do with space. I love it! It's a good choice for the building blocks that the show gives us!

But.

(This is a long "but" folks, strap in)

(It also may be half incoherent, my thoughts were just thrown all over this post)

I had a little idea biting at me, for a possible fic that I may or may not be attempting to write, about an Obsession for Danny.

In this metaphorical fic, the trio (sam, danny, tucker) are all in the portal accident together, and their Obsessions are formed based on their strongest thoughts at the moment of their half-death. Sam's is fleshed out, I've moved the Protection Obsession to Tucker, and Danny's has been puzzling me.

I'm thinking of basing his Obsession in the idea of Success. It might not make too much sense, but hear me out:

I'm planning on having Danny's strongest memories and thoughts be about how badly he had wanted to see his friends' dreams come to life, and how badly he had wanted to see his parents (initially) succeed in their research. Of course, this would be very brief and emotionally driven, but these are the under lying thoughts I want to be working with.

Danny and Sam and Tucker all experience the accident, and Danny dies thinking something like "They'll never get to chase their dreams again" (this is a work in progress T.T) Boom, an obsession with seeing others chase/succeed with their dreams.

Could there be any component of this that applies to Danny himself? Is it too much to add in a note about how Danny is also thinking about how he won't ever get to make his family proud again? Then shove that into the Obsession and make it so that he's obsessed with seeing himself succeed alongside others?

The angst side of this would be that he doesn't have much to succeed at outside of the ghost fights, because no matter how hard he tries he can't seem to balance school life and ghost life, and he's this close to flunking out, being expelled, disappointing his parents and Jazz - He's only succeeding by winning the fights. Perhaps also by something silly like playing and winning in Doomed? It becomes super difficult for him to manage achievement for himself, and fighting to protect the achievements of everyone else. Maybe he starts to seek the fights out more? Which would be Super Dangerous for him, and everyone?

Or would it be better to have it only apply to others, so that there is even more of a self-destructive flavor to his character development? Like a "Why are you wringing yourself out like this, fighting and failing in school and continuing to live in a home that harms you?" "Because this is the only way I can think of to help my parents (ANGST ALERT) and my friends and all of the people that live here succeed in life" kind of flavor.

And then when the ghost fights come along - fighting the ghosts would technically be "satisfying the Obsession", because he now has the chance to physically protect the dreams of the people of Amity Park, and he consistently chooses to fight and to burn out, because he loves his friends and his family and he loves this community and he just wants them to have the dreams he can't have anymore.

IDK I just like the idea of Danny having an obsession that's different from protection and space at first, and this is what my brain came up with!

[briarruler]

I was considering why Sam and Tucker might need Danny to trigger their transformation when I saw this gif and realized the Fenton's Ghost Portal activation had a kawoosh that Sam and Tucker could have been caught in.

This neatly solves several problems.

How did they become half-ghosts? They were standing in front of the Portal when it activated and were hit by the ectoplasmic backwash. Why are their transformations tied to Danny? Because he was inside the Portal when it activated and all of the ectoplasm that hits them went through him first. Why don't they have Ecto-Acne? Because even though they got blasted by a ghost portal like Vlad, unlike him, the ectoplasm that hit them didn't have any contaminants.

There are several semi-related AU ideas could use the Fenton Portal's activation kawoosh as their divergent point.

[miscmonstro]

welp this got compressed to heck and back

am I going to finish this? no.

[puppetmaster13u]

Who wants a prompt entirely in memes.

[ladylynse]

i dont know if this has been asked before or if someone has had a similar idea, but what if all three of the main trio in dp where inside the portal when it turned on?

"tuck could you bring that light over here?"

*tuck distracted by new P.A. walks in with the wrong thing and knock over danny in the dark*

sam has to bring the flashlight inside and either she leans on the button, turning the machine on, or danny does as he gets up from the ground and puts his hand on the button

I've seen that idea around! Halfa trio AU maybe? Something like that. It's fun, anyway.

It's a nice way of instantly making them better friends because they're suddenly all struggling to figure this out together. Danny's not alone in this anymore. They understand and simultaneously don't understand what's going on completely, and they each try to come up with excuses their parents will believe. (Danny really has it the easiest on this front.)

Plus, it's harder for the little voice in their head to say that they're the ones to blame for what happened because it was a collective sort of mishap. They all should have paid more attention or been more careful or not egged each other on, and they're all sharing tips on how to get through this and figure it out--how to make sure the pen they're trying to hold stays in their hand for the entirety of their test, how to keep from accidentally scorching something with an ectoblast when they're angry, how to regain visibility after turning invisible in a fit of embarrassment or fear or some other strong emotion that triggered their powers without them consciously triggering them. (The ghost sense would be useless if they set each other off, though, but maybe only Danny has that, and the other two have different abilities. Not like we haven't seen plant- and technology-based powers, and since ice powers have absolutely nothing to do with the accident, it's easy enough to explain away individual powers unrelated to that.)

[fairytale-of-fear]

I have a finished and finalised design for Sam in my Halfa Trio AU! I will also be including Halfa everlasting trio in most of my dp x dc crossovers (i will die with this ship, like they died with each other).

So welcome the duo sword wielding, supernatural expert and resident money-banks of the Phantom trio.

Finished version and simple line art versioned.

[kobol1]

I just had a thought of the Everlasting Trio and Jazz all being Halfa’s. I find it funny that Jack AND Maddie didn’t realize that their children and friends are half ghosts.

Oh hey, thanks for the ask! I love getting these. :D

Yeah, it is funny that Jack and Maddie don't realize that their children and their children's friends are half-ghosts! Why would they, as far as they know the trio and Jazz, are still alive and fully human.

In my Au's, Jack and Maddie aren't as shoot first and ask questions never as seen in the show. They see the four half-ghosts as children who died too young, and as parents themselves, they are going to do anything they can to help them move on and if they can't move on hey what's four more children. Yes, they totally would adapt the ghost children as their own.

The adult Fenton's don't want to capture and experiment on the four half-ghosts they want to help them move on into their next lives and the whole I'll rip you apart molecule by molecule was not directed at the four half-ghosts but at the ghosts who came through the portal causing destruction.

And when Danny Jazz Sam and Tucker finally come out and explain the accident and their half-ghost status to the adult Fenton's its revealed that the whole rip you apart molecule by molecule was a big misunderstanding and are touched that the adult Fenton's would've tried to help them move on into their next lives and if they couldn't move on that they would've adopted them if they were full ghosts.

I hope my ramblings make sense. Lol