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[spacedace]

Still thinking about the Social Worker Jazz concept that @gilbirda posted about and it's slowly turning into a full Anger Management fic send help

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Jason at length - much longer than it really should have taken really - set the resume down.

The new Social Worker’s resume. Because she was there, in his office, trying to convince him to hire her as a member of his criminal organization.

Crime Alley’s new social worker. A bright eyed Midwestern transplant from some tiny speck of a place that only qualified as a city because there was nothing bigger in a hundred miles in any direction to claim otherwise. The new social worker who had a Psy D. and three masters degrees and who had graduated Valedictorian. The one that had high paying private gigs lined up all over the country with the offering companies fighting over her.

The one who had, apparently, decided to take a shit job in Gotham’s shoddy social services department instead. The one that got kicked to Crime Alley - which was its own division despite technically being a small neighborhood in the grand scheme of things - within her first month. Supposedly for the sole purpose of scaring her off or getting her killed for all the questions she was asking and secret dealings she was sticking her nose into.

That social worker.

“I’m gonna need you to run this by me again.” Jason said, never so grateful for the voice modulator in his helmet as he was in that moment. It stripped out the bewilderment that had bled through into his words and made him sound stoic instead.

“I’d like to work for you.” The social worker - one Dr. Jasmine Nightingale - repeated primly. Back straight, clothes neat - if skewing more on the librarian side of professional - expression confident and hopeful. Completely and utterly oblivious of how fucking insane she sounded. “I was told that you’re the person in charge of Crime Alley.”

He resisted the urge to scrub at his face. It’d just look weird with his helmet on and not do anything to actually settle him in that moment anyway. “I understood that part.”

“Look, Doc,” She earned a doctorate and she was crazy enough to waltz into the office of one of Gotham’s most powerful Crime Lords, he’d be respectful about using her proper title at least, even if he suspected she was ten pounds of crazy in a five pound bag. “You’re going to have to tell me why. I was under the impression the only reason you ended up dumped on our end of the city ws because you wouldn’t play ball. But now you want to sign up for my crew?”

Nightingale frowned a little at that.

“Is that what people are saying?”

“What else are they gonna say?” Jason answered, leaning back in his seat, “Head of the department only dumps Crime Alley on folks he don’t like. And everyone knows he doesn’t like anyone that can’t or won’t play his game by his rules.”

“Alright, well. I’ll give you that.” Nightingale conceded, “Payne doesn’t like me. The feeling’s mutual. But for the record,” She added giving him a wry smile, as if sharing wry smiles with Red Hood was just something people did, “I asked to be assigned to the Park Row and Bowery neighborhoods.”

“You wanted to work here.”

“Yes.”

“Bullshit.”

Nightingale laughed. It was a bright sound. Not especially clear or pretty, but warm and welcoming in a way that carefully calculated giggles or overdone guffaws couldn’t be. Something with real and honest amusement in it, that encouraged those nearby to laugh along. Not the kind of involuntary, nervous chuckling people tended to slip into when they thought they had pissed someone that scared them off.

She just wasn’t intimidated by him at all, was she?

Behind his helmet, Jason found himself smiling. Just a bit.

“I’m serious.” She assured, blue-green eyes meeting the dark stare of his helmet without a moment of hesitation. He watched as she brushed a lock of her bright red hair behind her ear and out of the way. She’d woven it all into a practical, neat braid but a few sly pieces had snuck out to bounce around her. Gilding her quiet professionalism with a playful charm that worked well with her academia but make it cottagecore kindergarten teacher aesthetic.

“I’ll admit, Gotham wasn’t part of my plan when I first graduated. Time and choices take you funny places sometimes.” She plucked an invisible bit of lint off her soft blue cardigan, not nervous but absent as her gaze went distant for a moment. Thinking back on the events that had led her to his fine city. In a blink, those sharp eyes were back to focusing entirely on him. “But Gotham is where I am now, and I want to help.”

She looked at him, a serious, determined expression settling easily on her face. “The city as a whole has so much chaos and crime breaking out all the time.” No censure or horror in her voice, just a neutral fact to be observed. “But where the rest of the city has millions of dollars poured into it by various foundations or charities run by the Waynes, Park Row is largely ignored.”

Jason watched as steeliness sharpened her gaze, the blue-green shifting from the shine of a bird’s wing to the warning hue of something poisonous and deadly. “No one deserves that. No one.” Her chin tilted up, proud but not imperious. “So yes, I want to work here. There are people in Park Row and the Bowery who need help and I refuse to let any of them feel like they are going to be ignored.”

Jason considered her.

Really looked at her. Pealing back his initial off handed impression of her as some clueless transplant in over her head with no idea of what she was doing or what she was poking her nose into to find the real woman beneath. Her confident poise, her clear unshakable belief, her unflinching willingness to look danger in the eye and not blink. The tense curve of her frown, the lines of pain at the corners of her eyes, the simmering anger beneath it all. There was an edge to her, too. Something sharp and dangerously well hidden by the cardigan and folksy charm of her accent.

It was personal for the woman before him, Jason realized. Maybe not Crime Alley specifically, but something about the whole situation. The treatment the neighborhood and its residents received from the city at large, from those even beyond it.

Crime Alley wasn’t a place that received much in the way of charitable thought. The average joe with their house in Somerset and job at some corporate shithole hating every second of their life but thinking at least I don’t live in Crime Alley. Those asshole hoity-toites in city hall throwing money around equally between shit that’d get them re-elected and their off-shore slush funds in the Caymens doing their damn level best to pretend the black mark on the other end of the city just didn’t exist. Bruce, flooding the entire city with charitable programs and carefully constructed infrastructures shying away from the manifested grief and trauma that was the place he watched his parents get murdered.

For the most part no one from outside of the Alley gave a shit about the Alley other than as a place to avoid at all costs. And most of the time those natives that manages to claw their way out into better and brighter lives didn’t ever turn to glance back. Orpheus could have learned a thing or to from an ex-Alley Kid who managed to eek out a steady 9-to-5 and move to Burnley.

And something about that seemed to piss Dr. Jasmine Nightingale Psy. D right the fuck off.

He could see why Bill said he liked her enough to let her in.

“Alright.” He said, tilting his head, watching the woman seated across from him carefully, “Still doesn’t explain what you’re doing here. Why you’re trying to get on my payroll.”

“I’m not trying to get on your payroll.” She said, some of the glinting edge softening, but the steel remaining. Strong and unyielding. “I’m trying to get into your community outreach program.”

Jason thanked god and all the saints once again for the gift of his helmet. That baby had saved his ass more times than he could count both by keeping his head in one piece and keeping his stupefied expressions wrapped up and hidden from view. Dr. Nightingale was one hell of a woman to make him have to rely on that fact twice in one conversation.

“Wasn’t aware that was something I had.”

Nightingale, not fortunate enough to have a full face covering helmet of her own, had nothing to hide her stupefied expression behind. Jason had a feeling she might have removed it to make sure he saw even if she did though. She looked like she had caught him eating glue like it was a cheese stick.

“Yes you do.” She said, sounding deeply confused but unshakable confident in what she was saying. “I’ve seen it. The soup kitchens, the shelters, the collection boxes for donating old clothes, the after school day care.” Nightingale ticked off on her fingers, “I’ve lived here for less than two weeks and I’ve lost count of all the things I’ve seen setup to help people struggling in the area that I’ve been very reliably informed you and your organization are behind.”

Oh.

Those.

“Those aren’t part of some community outreach program.” He said, “We are simply locals offering services for our neighbors.”

He watched as her caught-him-eating-glue expression shifted into one that said she’d stumbled upon him licking electrical sockets for a mid-day pick-me-up instead. He had to give it to her, the woman was not afraid to let one of the most dangerous men in the city know she thought he was a fucking idiot.

“Let me see if I understand this right.” She said, and he appreciated that there wasn’t any kind of condescension in her voice, even though she very clearly thought he’d been dropped on his head as a baby. Possibly from the top of a three story building. “You have a large group of people working together to plan, organize and execute multiple services in your area - your community, if you will - that provide aid and support to those that otherwise would not receive it. Reaching out with your available time and resources to offer these services, that you provide. For free.”

Alright, Jason got it. He had stumbled ass backwards into creating a community outreach program. But he wasn’t just going to let her think she won this one. He was Red Hood, he had a reputation to uphold here.

“What makes you think any of that is free?” He tilted his head at just the right angle, the one that cast shadows across the planes of his helmet and made him look hell-touched and terrifying. “Just because we don’t charge money, doesn’t mean there isn’t a price to pay.”

Dr. Nightingale, dressed like a damn kindergarten teacher, laughed at him.

[romancemedia]

Cartoon & Anime Siblings + Brother/Sister-In-Law

[cripplemagics]

don't mind me i'm just transferring my tags since they didn't auto transfer to the new editor (ugh.)

[phantoms-world-and-more]

An idea came to me reading a fic where Danny was a kryptonian. What if Amity Park instead of being a city in the USA on Earth was once a city on Krypton (in what would be a kryptonian version of early 21st century or at least about 100 years before the planet blew up). Basically almost everything that happened in cannon DP happened and everything is mostly the same but with a more alien then earth tone to it.

After Phantom Planet Danny's parents except him being part ghost, the government overturn the Ecto Acts, and he able to finish high school and goes on to college after which he is happily welcomed to for work for KASA (Krypton Aeronautics and Space Administration). He becomes an Astronautical engineer. Danny is in his early thirties when he is testing out a new experimental space ship engine for KASA. While doing a flight test Danny's ship losses signal and no one can find it (kind of what happened in the show Farscape).

100s of years go by Krypton explodes baby Kal-El is sent to Earth where he grows up to be Superman. The JL suddenly get a signal/warning about some alien tech on the edge of the solar system. They send one of the Green Lanterns to take a look, where they report a spaceship dead in space. They don't expect any life forms but surprise because of his ghost half Danny was in a sort of suspended animation. He is brought back and wakes up in the Watch Tower.

Just Random ideas...

Kryptonite is the crystalized form of ectoplasm because of this Danny is not effected by it.

Danny's kryptonian name is Daniel Fen-Ton

The phantom zone projector was originally called the Fen-Ton zone projector or is was based off a Fen-Ton gadget.

Years after Danny disappears Krypton starts turning on ghost again, so the town of Amity, which now has a symbiotic relationship with ghost, vote to pull the whole town into the Ghost Zone. So it is not blown up like the rest of the planet though Danny does not know this in the beginning.

Danny has an easier time learning to use Earth technology then he does the Kryptonian technology in Superman's Fortress.

Danny also has slightly easier time when getting the regular Kryptonian power set due to the yellow sun because he went through something similar when getting his ghost powers.

Danny adopts Connor almost immediately. Maybe during Danny's time there was laws about cloning and clone rights on Krypton. Also while Connor is not a replacement he sort of fills in the void of losing Ellie.

While Superman has no idea who Danny is, Kara/Supergirl has a faint idea because he was briefly mentioned in her Krytonian History class. Also she is happy to have someone who can natively speak the kyrptonian language even if it has older vocabulary. Don't get her wrong its great to speak it with Kal-El but he learned it later in life.

Holly char this is amazing!

How many people will have a stroke when they see Danny casually pick up a piece of kryptonite? Batman? His normal Kryptonian contingency plan won't work. Luthor? There's a version of superman IMMUNE to Kryptonite. Clark? What the hell do you mean you can touch kryptonite

I think after Danny explains everything about his past and species so many people are going to just...give up. Hahaha a stronger version of superman who isn't effected by kryptonite, goodbye world

Connor will be ecstatic, Danny will do ALL the dad stuff, teaching him their language, proper training, engineering lessons and you bet he's going to use jazz's psychiatrist stuff on this kid

Danny's probably going to get mega-depressed, all his hard work breaking the racism against ghosts only for that to come back a few years after he left? And he can't even fix it again because their world went bye-bye

Also- here me out

Co-pilot Valerie

[lexosaurus]

Danny Phantom AUs

Hello I found this list of AUs from @the-stove-is-on-fire and I am copy and pasting it under the readmore.

Edit: Thanks to all the feeback, I've added a bunch more! If I'm missing any other popular ones, let me know!

Actor AU: Danny is an actor on the Danny Phantom show

Ancient Danny AU: Danny is one of the Ancients who sealed Pariah away.

Astronaut Danny AU

Badger Cereal / Daniel Masters: Father&Son Vlad and Danny bonding, can be evil

Banshee Danny AU: Danny slowly loses his color every time someone dies in Amity Park.

Blue Danny: Danny is blue as a halfa/ghost

Cheese Melt: Vlad tries to be a good parent to Dani

Circus Danny AU: Danny never escapes the circus from Freakshow following "Control Freaks"

Clockwork's Apprentice AU

Clockwork is Danny: Danny has Clockwork's role in the show

Clone AU: Danny's just another of Vlad's clones

Coffee Ghost AU: Phantom haunts a college as a tired, caffeine addicted ghost

Corpse AU: Danny Going Ghost leaves behind an actual corpse/Danny is still a halfa but his portal accident left behind a corpse

Cryptid Danny AU: Danny/Phantom is the local cryptid

Cyborg/Halfa/Nanobot Valerie AU: Valerie's ghost turns her into either a cyborg, a part-ghost, or a human with some ghostly attributes

Dani Masters: Vlad decides to raise Dani as his actual daughter 

Danny and Val Swap AU: Danny is the Red Hunter and Valerie is the halfa

Disabled Danny

Dual Obsession AU: Danny has 2 obsessions: usually space and protection

Dragon Danny AU: Danny always has been, or is turned into, a dragon 

Electric Core AU: instead of ice powers, Danny gains electricity powers

Evil Trio AU: Pharaoh Tucker, Plant Sam, and either Dan or Void Danny.

Everyone Knows AU: Everyone knows that Danny is Phantom

Family Breakfast: Vlad/Maddie/Jack

Fantasy AU

Feral Ghost AU: Ghosts are more animalistic than the show depicted.

Fire Core AU: Danny's lab accident gave him a fire core and took place 100 years before Sam and Tucker ever found him. (source)

Full Ghost Danny: Danny fully died in the portal

Full Hazmat AU: Danny half-died while wearing an actual hazmat suit

Full Human AU: Danny is just Some Guy

Ghost Hunger AU: halfas/ghosts must consume ectoplasm

Ghost King AU: Danny (or someone else) is crowned the new ghost king

Ghost Speak: Ghosts speak a language called Ghost Speak

Ghostly Adoption AU: Phantom gets adopted by the ghosts

GIW [character] AU: [character] (usually Danny or Valerie) gets a job with the GIW.

Glowing Freckles AU: Phantom has freckles (can look like constellations) that glow

Good Vlad/Mentor Vlad

Halfa Jack AU: Vlad marries Maddie and Jack is the halfa

Halfa Jazz AU: Jazz was the one who went into the ghost portal

Halfa Trio AU: All three of them got hit by the portal

(Half) Human AU: Danny starts out a ghost and the portal turns him into a halfa/human

Immortal Danny AU: Danny turns immortal/never ages

Inverse Trio: Tucker is the halfa, Danny is the goth, Sam is the nerd

Lab Rat / Dissection: Fentons experiment on Phantom and/or Danny

Liminal Amity Park AU: Citizens of Amity Park gain ghostly characteristics due to ambient ectoplasm

MerAU: The ghosts are actually mermaids

Monster Appearance AU: Danny’s ghost form looks grotesque or like a monster

No One Knows AU: No one knows Danny is half-ghost

Phantom Phamily: Danny (possibly split into Phantom), Dani, and Dan are all living together.

Pitch AU: The show's original pitch. Danny is a human with an owl named Spooky, rides a motorcycle, and has a psychic connection with Sam.

Pitch Pearl/Danny and Phantom are separate beings: Danny and Phantom are separate beings (ship is Pitch Pearl)

Portal Danny AU: Danny is the Fenton Portal

Possessed by Phantom: Halfas are just dead people possessed by ghosts. Ghosts may or may not have their memories.

Reverse Trio: Sam is the halfa, Tucker is the goth, Danny is the nerd

Secret Experiment AU: Maddie and Jack intentionally turned Danny into a halfa

SCP AU: In which Danny is either captured by the SCP Foundation, Fenton Works is a branch of the SCP Foundation and Danny/the other ghosts are SCPs

Space AU: Alien or mass effect style

Undergrowth Sam: Sam keeps her plant powers following the events of "Urban Jungle"

Void Danny: Nocturne gets ahold of Danny (source)

Werewolf Tucker/Witch Sam AU: Tucker is a werewolf and Sam is a witch

Wings AU: Danny grows wings/Everyone has wings

[foldingfittedsheets]

are any of your characters who we’ve seen trans?

Yep! The most beautiful woman in town (who I never named like a dumbass) is trans. We love a shapeshifter who doesn't have to experience dysphoria.

Sabine in the Werewolf comic is nonbinary. When I make characters I usually have a blend of sexualities and genders but it doesn't always make sense for them to just blurt that out, so:

Morgan of the witch comic is bisexual, whereas Liliana is lesbian. Jazz is pan, Sabine is ace, Ning is a lesbian and Clove is demi. Fen is a lesbian and Leda is bi.

That said, I am never salty or mad if someone thinks of a character a certain way. If you want to head cannon more of them as trans, go for it.

[hannahmanderr]

DannyMay Day 9 - Ghost Zone

this one kind of got thrown together at the last minute, whoops

Words: 1,257

Summary: The A-listers manage to get themselves trapped in the Ghost Zone. Good thing the Prince is with them! Sadly, said Prince is about two seconds away from having a conniption over the whole thing. (FFN)

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“If this is where ghosts are supposed to live, I’m never gonna die. This place is so boring.”

Danny gritted his teeth. Don’t snark back, don’t snark back, he told himself in a desperate attempt to keep from lashing out at Paulina’s comment. 

It would be a heck of a lot easier if she and the rest of the A-list cronies would quit making jabs at his kingdom.

“The dead have feelings too, you know,” he said, failing to keep the sass out of his voice.

Well. At least he could say he tried.

Ashley sniffed. “I’m with Pauli. You’d think with all those cool powers and stuff, they’d live somewhere more interesting.”

“Yeah! I mean why else do they keep trying to take over the world?” Dash added. “Probably ‘cause our world is better.”

It took every ounce of Danny’s self-restraint to stop himself from whirling around with blazing green eyes and dishing out a strongly worded lecture about just how rude they were being at this point.

Except if he did that, they would undoubtedly have questions about the eyes and why he was being so defensive of the ghosts. Not to mention he was still getting a hang of the whole Crown Prince of the Infinite Realms thing, and he didn’t know if he could keep from accidentally summoning the crown and ring in such a high-emotion state. So yeah, probably not the smartest idea.

Still though, they needed to shut their mouths before someone overheard them and decided to teach them their own lesson. He liked to think that no ghost would be so stupid as to attack a group of humans, especially with him right there, but ghosts had a bit of a tendency not to think things through, particularly in situations that involved personal matters. And disrespect towards their home definitely constituted a personal matter.

Danny inhaled deeply. “You guys do realize you’re basically doing the equivalent of walking into someone else’s house and insulting it, right?”

“What? I thought you said those doors led to their homes,” Kwan said. He genuinely seemed confused as he looked back and forth.

Don’t snark back, don’t snark back. “I didn’t say it was exactly the same, it’s just similar. You - ugh, we are guests here. The least you can do is be civil and not get us attacked!”

“Ay, cállate, loser!” Paulina chided. “Maybe if you hadn’t messed us up with that invention, this wouldn’t be a problem in the first place!”

Ancients, Danny wished Sam and Tucker were here. Or even Jazz. “Or, and I’m just throwing out options here, if you hadn’t been messing with a dangerous weapon you knew nothing about, we wouldn’t be in this mess!” he shot back. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose and counted to ten. Another deep breath later, he said, “Look. All we have to do is get somewhere safe so we can contact someone to come get us. Once we’re there, you guys can say whatever you want, alright? I won’t even try and stop you.” He felt a little childish as he continued to stomp along the path, but he was at the end of his rope. He’d been trying to guide them through the Realms on foot and without flaunting his secret, though it was much easier said than done. At this point, he couldn’t be bothered to maintain his poise.

Dale and Dash jogged to catch up with him, to which he rolled his eyes. The jerks just had to be at the front of the pack.

“What makes you think you can stop us from doing anything, Fen-toenail?” Dash jeered.

“Um, guys?” Star said nervously from behind Danny, though he didn’t really register it. He was too busy being mad and trying to keep his crown and ring from manifesting.

“I still don’t know why we’re even following you in the first place,” Dale added, apparently also not having heard Star. “How do we even know you’re going the right way? We’ve been walking for hours! Knowing you, you’re probably just leading us in circles.”

Danny scoffed. “Trust me, if I could get us out of here and me away from you any sooner, I would. What would I get from keeping you here?”

“Guys,” Star said again, this time with more force. The three boys at the front of the group did not notice her still.

“Please! I bet you think this is hilarious! Your stupid little friends are probably watching us right now laughing their butts off!”

What little remained of Danny’s patience snapped. He felt his ring fizzle into existence around his middle finger and frost begin to circle his head. Turning on the two football players with his finger pointed at them, he growled, “You wanna know something? I-”

“Danny!” Star screeched as his foot suddenly landed on thin air. Gracelessly, he flailed his arms, trying to regain his footing, but it was too late. He fell off the path and tumbled into the green void. The other A-listers immediately began screaming in horror in harmony with Star.

Even as he fell, Danny managed to roll his eyes. Overdramatic jerks, he thought ruefully, though he was surprisingly pleased to hear Dash’s high-pitched shriek emerge out of the cacophony.

Then he remembered he was falling and, to these humans, that wasn’t a good thing. Instinctively, he tapped into his core, but in a panic not to use his flight in front of the A-listers and being hyper-aware of the ring and crown that had decided to make themselves known, he unintentionally drew upon his connection with the Realms. His core sang out, and the Realms immediately echoed in kind. 

He couldn’t help but relax into their fold as they shifted the ambient ectoplasm around him, forming a virtually invisible cushion for him to land in. For a blissful moment, he forgot all about the screaming A-listers still on the path above him and his annoyance towards them. He allowed himself to lose his awareness to the Realms, which were flooding him with the feeling of security. They were all too pleased to show their affection for their Prince, and he was more than happy to return the favor.

Then a particularly forceful cry from Ashley shattered the tranquility.

“What did you do to yourself?” she shouted.  She and the others were bent over the edge of the path, staring down at him. He hadn’t fallen far - only about 20 yards or so.

“And what the heck is that on your head?” Kwan demanded.

Danny winced. A glance at his hand confirmed it - his regalia was on full display. He didn’t need to check for the crown; he could feel its chill wrapped around his head.

Except there was another problem. In his panic, he’d forgotten that with the regalia of the Ghost King (or Prince, in his case) came the display of the bearer’s death scar. Clockwork had tried to explain it as a symbol of the King’s strength, endurance, and transparency, but Danny still didn’t understand it completely. Either way, it didn’t change the fact that tradition was tradition, and thus his death scar was in full view. For Pariah Dark, it had been the scar over his one good eye.

Unfortunately for Danny, his lightning scar stood out a lot more than Pariah’s.

He smiled shyly as he looked back up at the gaping A-listers. “This prove I know what I’m doing?” he joked, though he sounded unsure of himself.

Paulina promptly fainted.

[tanglepelt]

If he is a Monster, what were they?

A03

Danny is used to nicknames after being exposed they changed for the worst.

Danny is used to nicknames. His parents had always been big on them.

Dan and Dan-o to start.

The normal ones. Nothing extreme nothing bad. Then high school came.

Fenturd, Fen-toenail, and Fentonowski

Dash’s insult we’re comical at best. His own way to attempt to humiliate Danny. Danny did that well on his own. Sleeping in class, the drooling. His pants falling off.

Then the ghost appeared all on their own.

Ghost boy

Ghost punk

Baby pop

Only to annoy him. Danny was just used to nicknames. New ones always seemed to take him by surprise, but names never really hit him hard in the end. That’s not to say they never bugged him but something he could live with.

Then they changed for the worst.

Freak

Abomination

And the one that hit the most.

Monster

All because he was a halfa. All because of an explosion gone wrong. A freak accident. Something he didn’t want. He shouldn’t have gone into the portal, but it should have had some safeguards. Becoming part ghost had never been a plan. He just wanted to be an astronaut and work for NASA. That would never happen now.

He just had to be exposed.

Skulker had to hunt him during school hours. Had to expose him with the silly nickname he gave Phantom. Called him ghost boy. Threatening to skin him. Danny left to transform only for Skulker to call Phantom ghost boy.

Something so simple. Such a minor detail had sent his life spiraling downwards.

Valerie was the one to piece it together. She was the one who outed him. All because she held a grudge against Cujo.

Jack and Maddie held no sympathy.

Grave robber

Body snatcher

MONSTER

Just an uncaring unfeeling ghost. One who stole the appearance of their son to hurt them. This had to be why Danny’s grades slipped. That had to be the reason he snuck out.

A monster had taken over their son.

He tried to explain it to them. Explain he was still him. That he was still alive. It wasn’t his fault that his molecules got all arranged.

They didn’t listen.

Just ecto blast and screams. Swearing they would hunt him down and make him release their son. That he had to just ruin everything. He was the one who brought the ghost into the town. He was the one causing problems for Amity.

Every event, every ghost was all Phantom's fault.

Danny. The main reason life in town still functioned. Did he accidentally suggest to Technus to take over the world? Technically yes. Danny still fixed his own problems. Even if he did have help. Imagine the damage that would be done without him. Spectra would have caused Jazz to go out with a bang, Box Ghost would have invaded every store to take their boxes, and the damage the ancients would have done.

Danny didn’t tear the hole in reality. He didn’t keep the portal open. Wasn’t injecting ecto-entities with experimental drugs. Danny wasn’t antagonizing a whole new dimension.

Well… he might… have you know antagonizing some people.

Mainly his rogues. They didn’t count.

If anyone was the problem. It was Jack and Maddie.

They opened the portal. They infected Vlad with ecto acne. Not properly confirming the results, Jack used soda rather than a purifier. The Doctor Fenton’s experiments should have failed. They had no reason to be successful in the one thing that endangered the world.

They let Jazz raise him.

Too consumed with their work, constantly going after ghosts. Almost every adventure ended with a ghost. Days used to be spent outdoors pr at parks now in a lab. Coming to his school to hunt ghosts to “protect” them. Neither he nor Jazz felt that was true. It was all to fulfill a sick twisted obsession to tear a being molecule by molecule. The lab, the OSHA not approved lab, was a perfect place for a subject.

The random explosions, blowing the power lines, once blowing up the town water supply, and so much more. There was no care for anything minus the lab or showing off to the public.

The lack of protocols killed him. Even if he had walked in of his own free will, they should have had a lock or anything. Not a basement just open to their children. They weren’t even a danger to just their so-called “family”. No, they endangered the town every day.

Destruction of buildings. Jack drives through walls, hits and runs, and the number of times they’ve nearly hit the citizens. Why did the people of Amity do nothing? Why weren’t zoning laws enforced? Why didn’t the town do anything?

Why was it excused?

The school had been infected. The parents were just okay with not seeing their kids. Those guards didn’t even look human. Even if they were contagious. They didn’t question why they couldn’t see their kids behind a glass window. Or even a photo. Nothing.

The only adult who seemed to care was Mr. Lancer. He pushed students to do their best. He cared about them. In his own way.

Despite everything Jack and Maddie have done the town trusted their words blindly. Anyone could see their research was biased, that their experiments were dangerous, and if anyone bothered to look the ghost coming into town always came in by FentonWorks.

The ones who opened the town to untold terrors. The ones who blew the power grid constantly. Causing blackouts. The two who caused more damage than those in the infinite realm. Minus Vortex and Undergrowth.

No one in town listened. Valerie only concurred with Jack and Maddie. Accusing Phantom of planning to ruin her life.

Monster

Sam and Tucker spoke up. They were ignored. The Fentons Claimed he was controlling them. Jazz spoke up, she was just caught in her grief.

Danny wasn’t wanted by anyone. Except for his friends and sister. Then those who hunted him.

If the town didn’t want him so, be it.

Packing wasn’t hard, the four already had bags. Getting out of town wasn’t hard, somehow the school boiler exploded. Everyone in town assumed the monster had started an attack.

No one would expect a vice principal with a key. Would they?

Leaving town was hard. They all grew up there it is always hard to leave memories behind. They’d have to flee the country as well. Seek asylum somewhere else. Somewhere without the GIW.

Amity would always see him as a monster.

If he was a monster, what were they?

[mycelialmadness]

So....kind of a lot just happened. I was talking to Jazz earlier about how I feel like I shouldn't really count as a Fenton and how I was scared that if her parents found out about certain things that they wouldn't love me anymore. I think her mom overheard the conversation a little bit so she and Mr. Fen...Jack, talked to me a bit later and told me that I'd always be a Fenton and that they'd love me no matter what. They wouldn't push me to talk about whatever was wrong though but that I could always go to them whenever I was ready. They also said that I didn't have to keep calling them Mr. and Mrs. Fenton since they were a family, so I could use their first names if I wasn't comfortable enough to say mom and dad yet. They're really so wonderful, Jack is the best father ever. :"C !!!!!!!

[phantomartist666]

A/N:ok, I finally got the name, *sons of the mayor AU* perfect>:)

Chapter 2

Danny and Tiago walked into Mr lancer's classroom."yo! Tiago! Why are you hanging with fen-turd?" Dash laughed as he gently patted tiago's back, they were best friends. "Dash, cut it out." Jazz scoffed."u-um, sorry jazz!!" Dash blushes softly."heh, anyway," Tiago chuckled."Danny, you wanna sit with me?" Tiago asked."yeah!" Danny smiles."alright." They say in the back row."alright, everyone, meet Tiago Masters! The son of our very own mayor!" Tiago looked down."hey, what's wrong?" Danny whispers."I hate that title 'the mayor's kid' it's like they don't care about my actual personality or anything..." He sighed, he flinched as dash patted his back again."sup dude?" He chuckled."so, wanna go to a party tonight?" Tiago looked down."no, s-sorry dude." Dash smiles warmly."alright, I get it." He ruffles his hair."heh, thanks for the offer." Dash nodded and sat down."heh, so you guys are friends?" Danny asked."heh, yeah, we met in kindergarten, we've been friends ever since." He smiled and pulled out a photo."here, this is us when we were little." They looked so young and cute."awww!" Danny cooed."Dash looked so cute...and weak-" dash turned around."WHAT DID YOU SAY?!?" They began fighting."oh God," Tiago chuckled."this is gonna be a good year."

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TBC...

[branmuffins22]

THE MONOLITHIC NAME LIST

I DON'T REALLY STAND BY A LOT OF THESE NAMES ANYMORE, BUT HERE THEY ARE ANYWAYS

(It's also worth noting that many of these were catalogued with the intention of being "street names" for characters in a punky, vaguely-Jet Set Radio-inspired thing. You've been warned for the weirder ones.)

Kayla Bran Bay Basil Bayla Wren Brine Red Base Lavender Bailey/Baylee(/others) Baylor Bee/Bea/B Mint Moss Holly Apple Bev(-erly) Babble Bramble Barley Brook(-lyn)(-n) Bren(-na) Hazel Heather Layer Ponder Eurybia Maroon Glen Grove Glade Mod Naomi Strat(-osphere/-egy) Maybe/Maybii/Meibi Bread Fen Ivy Autumn Pennym Burn Nova Dots Lemon(-ade) Acorn Dew(-drop) Peony Pine Maple Pepper(-mint) Parsley Penny/Penelope Phoebe Purple Pink Periwinkle Pomme/Pom(-egranite) Persephone Puddle(-s) Pandora Pancake Paj(-ama) Pan(-ts) Ennui Eerie Emmy Amp(-s/-erage/-litude) Aurora Ceres Patience Viridian Bow Lin/Lyn(-n) Ophelia Glaive Jav(-elin) Leaf/Lief(/others) Pith Telly Nemi/Nemmy Resin Amber Luna Jazz Jet Jasmine Jade Juniper Destiny Jive Juice Jolt June(-bug) Ellie/Elise/Elysia/Elysium Chameleon/Cammy Fern Reina [i think this one came to me in a dream?] Petal(s) Flora Fauna Vinyl [hey, there's a character in Bomb Rush Cyberfunk named that!] Notion Layn/Lain(/others) Peony Sicily Fuchsia [i still like "Fuschia" better tho] Alexis Star(-ling) Swift Sparrow Canary Nia/Neah(/others) Winter Summer Atty/Atrium Effie Breeze(-y) Sapphire Sap River Fooly Symphony Photinia Lyre Carpathia Epilet/Epilette [99% sure this one came to me in a dream] Freyja/Freya Num(-ber) Laylola [i think this one was me misreading someone's username?] Vim Pomp Kidd

[half-deadmagicperson]

Phic Phight Phic 8

Title: Late Night Visitors

Words: 1259

For @phicphight

Prompt: Should things ever go wrong -whether it was with the Government or the Fentons-, there was a plan. The plan got screwed, and now Dash has Tutor Fenton and Fenturd along with the furry geek and the vampire girl at his door running from the law. By @camille-the-space-ghost

Summary: Dash was just watching his soap opera when he hears a knock on his door

Warnings: mild description of injury, mentions of dissection

AO3

     "Ah crap. The getaway car's battery died."

     "Maybe we can get a jump from the people in that house nearby."

    "What if they report us to the GIW?"

     "It's better than sitting out here and waiting for the car to work. Besides, it's been like two minutes since they started hunting you. Who says they've announced you as a fugitive?"

      "Okay I suppose we can."

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    Dash was enjoying his evening soap opera when he got a knock on the front door. His dad yelled for him to get it. Pookie followed at his heels as he walked towards the front door. 

      Dash didn't know what he was expecting to see, but it wasn't Fenton and his friends. The group was dressed in hoodies and sunglasses, like they were trying to conceal their identity or something. 

      Fenton had been missing from school, and nobody knew why. Dash had assumed he was sick or something, but now he's not so sure.

    It appeared that they weren't expecting Dash either when Fenton went to turn around and walk away. His sister yanked him back by the hood.

   "Our car won't start and we're kinda in a crunch. You got jumper cables?" Tutor Fenton asked, gesturing over to the brush across the street. 

   "Why would I help you losers?" He asked, though he was debating on actually helping them.

    "See I told you it was a bad idea coming to the house," Fenton complained. The group turned around to leave. 

     A whir of helicopter blades caused the group to stop in their tracks. 

    "Run!" Foley called while the goth freak pushed them through Dash's front door.

    "We need to hide. There's probably street patrols accompanying the copter," Jazz Fenton stated. Dash looked at the bunch that now occupied his living room. What was going on?

    "You guys can hide in my basement," he replied without thinking. There was something big going on. Dash didn't know what it was, but he couldn't lose his favorite punching bag. Danny and his friends looked up at him in surprise.

    He led them to the outdoor cellar and locked the door behind them. It was cold enough that no one in their sane mind would go into a cellar unless they had to grab something. 

     Dash walked through the back to sit in his living room just in time for another knock. He got up and opened the door to see a few GIW agents.

    "Hello, we are looking for this fugitive," an agent held up a picture of Fentoad, "who may be with spotted with a tall ginger girl, a short Caucasian girl with dark hair, and an African American boy who's about five foot six."

     Dash pretended to inspect the photo closely before replying, "I haven't seen Fen-twerp since last week! He wouldn't dare come near here if he knows what's good for him!"

      The agents glanced at each other before agreeing that Fenton's bully wouldn't help hide him. 

    After they left, Dash waited a good half hour before going to check on the crew in the cellar. He knew better than to go straight to where he hid them. The agents could be watching. 

    "Fenturd! You have a lot of explaining to….do"

    The sight that greeted Dash wasn't pretty.  Danny's shirt and hoodie were tossed to the side. A pile of bandages stained with red and green sat next to the big who was currently working on applying fresh gauze. An inflamed 'Y' shape was engraved into his chest. What the hell happened? Dash knew the Fentons were a bit wack, but they wouldn't hurt their own son. Would they?

     Fenton and his friends stared at him as he approached.

    "What happened," Dash's voice was sobered by his immediate concern. He'd wail on Danny at school, but never drew blood and definitely never tried to cut the boy open.

    Upon further inspection, Dash noticed dozens of scars scattered around Danny's arms and torso. Those were definitely not from Dash. What the hell was Fenton doing?

    "Danny doesn't have to tell you anything," the goth freak, Sam his brain supplied, defended.

    "Sam it's alright. He deserves some answers since we're using his cellar. Thanks by the way, for covering for us," Fenton spoke.

    "You know you don't have to tell him, Danny," Jazz replied.

    "No, but I think he can know why we're in his basement. Especially since the news will probably say it tomorrow anyways. Dash, I'm being hunted because I'm Phantom."

    The words were blunt. For a moment Dash thought this was a joke. He wished it was a joke, but who would joke when there's a real injury in someone's chest.

   "How? You're still alive," Dash asked. His punching bag was his hero. He'd been beating up the guy who's been saving him this whole time. Dash felt guilt creep into his heart.

    "I, uh, didn't die right. There was an accident with the portal, and it both killed me and kept me alive," Danny murmered. Sam and Tucker looked solemnly as if remembering something. They must've been there for that.

    "Why? Why did you protect me? I'm a horrible person. I mean, I beat you up in school like all the time."

    "Because, it was the right thing to do. Also, you're not as horrible as you might think. After all, you did help hide us from the GIW. And you didn't, ya know," Danny replied, gesturing at his wound.

   "I suppose you're right. Fuck those guys."

   "Yeah, fuck those guys," Sam chimed in.

   Dash brought them food while Tucker finished up bandaging Danny. The group ate and stuffed their bags with Dash's protein bars.

    "Well, we should probably head out so we can escape before dawn," Jazz stated.

    "I hacked the GIW radios. It sounds like they're on the other side of town near Fair Street," Foley stated. Since when was the geek smart enough to hack into the government? And if he was that smart, he could easily hack into Dash's devices and get blackmail. The thought of Foley gaining access to his rendition of "Hey Mickey" that Kwan recorded on kareoke night scared him.

      "Well, never thought I'd say this, but thanks for everything, Dash," Fenton said.

      "See you around, Fen-toenail," Dash replied, "and stay safe! Can't have the government steal my favorite punching bag!"

    Danny chuckled as he and his group departed into the night.

     Dash wouldn't run into Fenton again for another three years near the college he was attending. Fenton looked well. He has changed his name to Orion Nightingale. His sister and friends lived with him in a flat five miles away from campus.

    Jazz got a degree in psychology and ran a practice downtown. Tucker worked as a software engineer in a near by company building. Sam opened up a flower shop with Danny after they finished up their general education degrees.

     Dash was glad to know they were alright. Fenton invited him to join their family dinner that night and filled him in on their adventures from after they left Dash's cellar.

    They talked till long past sundown and enjoyed the mini reunion. The food was long gone, but the cheerful atmosphere was not. Finally, Dash looked at the clock.

    "Welp, I better get back to my dorm. By guys! Nice seeing you!"

      The group stood up and kept talking for another half hour before letting him go.

    Dash walked out of their apartment and closed the door behind him. He was so glad he answered the door three years ago.

[breathofcosmos]

bold what applies to your muse. italicize what sometimes applies. ( repost, don’t reblog! )

Special for my dumbass girls. Meryl is blue, Fen is purple. Just bolded is both.

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄

cloudless sky / ocean waves / winter dusk / deserted rest stops / dust filled book jackets / sea salt in your lungs / open space lofts / mountainside meditation / empty ski lodges / calm before storms / electric charged air / lighthouses / road trips with no destination / desert skies / summer breeze through a cottage window / cool air against water soaked skin / seaside towns during off season / wind-chimes / big bed with lots of blankets / coming home after a long time away / a wolf howling in the distance / fingers dancing along spine / a hug from an old friend / afternoon tea / wild flowers off abandoned highways

𝐑𝐄𝐃

wine soaked lips / internalized rage / blood on knuckles / four poster beds / barefoot on marble floor / velvet drapes / lipstick marks / murder mysteries / old barns with hay lofts / mouth full of weapons / possessive love / dark chocolate / apple orchard visits / handwritten letters / fresh strawberry fields / cherry flavored chapstick / soft candlelight / vintage pumps / tingles over your body / strong but gentle hand around your throat / scarf tied over your eyes / fog on a rainy night / intimate bar settings / complete destruction / kiss swollen lips / scratches against flesh / sitting by a fireplace / blood orange sunsets

𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖

community gardens / sunflower seeds / open fields / blowing dandelion fluffs / bubbles in spring / warm champagne / drafty cottages opened after winter / soft buzzing near your ear / loose braids / flaxen sundresses / handmade straw hats / warm butter on fresh toast / daisy chains / drum circles / sun on your face / maypoles / outdoor festivals / street food / car shows / pop art drawings / fruity flavors / mist on produce / running through sprinklers / cucumber water / wrap around porches / worn pages of a book / honey in tea / yard sales / freckled skin / tarnished gold lockets / angel food cake / windmills / flashlight beams

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍

marshy swamps / cajun recipes / haunted graveyards / old road signs / the house people tell stories about / lights flickering / jazz music / twig snapping / campfires / ghost stories / urban exploration / vines creeping up brick / wooden flutes / quiet forests / labored breaths / hiking trails / rain on leaves / bonfires / fresh smoothies / water logged grottos / painful whispers from jealous lovers / successful business ventures / leaky cellars / park theater productions / mint scented lotions / ambitious promises / pine needle covered floors / oil lanterns / aloe on warmed skin / crushing floral foam / forgotten towns

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊

crinkle of leather jacket / midnight walks / bulbs burning out / black lacquered nails / the sound of bats screeching / distant marching band music / noises when you’re home alone / blood soaked knife / dark lipstick on pale skin / scent of sulfur / soot on boots / slasher movies / glint of cat eyes in the dark / oil slicks on dark asphalt / basement bedrooms / investigating a noise / grainy camera footage / black and white photos / dust filled attics / empty theaters / whistling in the middle of the night / scratches at your window / wrought iron gates / lace neck ruffles / long floor sweeping skirts / broken music boxes / needle scratching on vinyl / lost memories / disembodied voices / forgotten faces

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄

crisp scents / laundry on a line / fleece blankets / brightly lit hospital rooms / empty train stations / genuine laughter / feathers against skin / new life / cotton dresses / log cabins in winter / swan gliding through water / harp music floating through the air / plane rides for fun / mountain tops / ice sculptures / first snowflake of winter / linen freshly pressed / the scent of a running dryer / vanilla and cinnamon milk / a smile from a stranger / letters in the mail / a longing finally satiated / kiss of moonlight on skin / fresh canvas / snow glittering like diamonds / paint strokes / pretty lie told from a kind mouth / sparklers / coffee foam art

tagged by @crucifixedsin ty!

tagging: You! Please steal it, idk who's been tagged and done the thing already.

[scotianostra]

On June 27th 1937, Robin Hall, folk singer and musician, was born in Edinburgh.

Robin spent most of his early years in Glasgow and was a direct descendant of Rob Roy Macgregor, and of Mungo Park, the explorer. His mother had been an opera singer and Robin was nurtured on a generous diet of classical music and music hall songs. Robin contracted polio as a child and during his lengthy convalescence his interest in all types of music flourished.

As a teenager, he played with a traditional jazz group, studied the piano, and spent his spare time digging up American folk songs and investigating the folk material of his native Scotland. Hall studied at the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Dramatic Art, and worked briefly as in actor in repertory theatres. Robin went to London in 1957, armed with a large repertoire of folk songs and a guitar. While in England he recorded a series of EP’s for “Collector Records”, which are now very hard to find and highly priced. In the 60’s, Robin became a bit notorious and controversial for insisting on wearing his Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament badge on the BBC’s Tonight Show, for which he was widely criticized.

After Robin left the duo in 1981, he enjoyed a successful career in broadcasting—winning two national radio awards, for best presenter and best documentary, for Radio Clyde’s The Sing Song Streets, a program about Glasgow told through songs, stories and children’s games.

Sadly, Robin died on November 18th, 1998, at the age of 61. Another great folk singer that lived life to excess, lost at an early age. Robin married and divorced twice and was survived by three children.

Fen I wis only ten year aul I left the pairish squeel,

Ma faither fee'd me tae the mains tae chaw his milk an meal;

I first pit on ma nerra breeks tae hap ma spinnle trams,

Syne bukkelt roon ma knappin knees a pair o nicky tams.

 But first I got on for bailie loon an syne I got on for third, An syne, of course, I hid tae get the horseman's grip an word; A loaf o breid tae be ma piece, a bottle for drinkin drams, Syne ye canna gang throw the calf-hoose door athout yer nicky tams.

The fairmer I am wi ay noo, he's wealthy but he's mean. Though corn is cheap, his horse are thin, his harness fairly deen; He gars us load oor cairts aye fu an his conscience has nae qualms, When breist-straps brak there's naethin like a pair o nicky tams.

I'm coortin bonnie Annie noo, Rob Tamson's kitchie-deem, She is five-and-forty an I but seiventeen; She clairts a muckle piece tae me wi different kinds o jams, Aye, an tells me ilkie nicht that she admires ma nicky tams.

Ae Sunday mornin I set doun, the kirkie for tae gang, Ma collar it was unco ticht ma breeks were nane ower lang; I had ma Bible in ma pooch, likewise ma buik o Psalms, Fen Annie roart, "Ye muckle gype, tak aff yer nicky tams."

Though unco sweir, I took them aff, the lassie for tae please, But aye ma breeks they lirket up aroon aboot ma knees; A muckle wasp crawled up ma leg in the middle o the Psalms, Aye, nivir again will I enter yon kirk athoot ma nicky tams.

ve affen thocht I'd like tae be a bobby on the force, Or mebbe I'll get on the cars tae drive a pair o horse; Fitever it's ma lot tae be, the bobbies or the trams, I'll ne'er forget the happy days I wore ma nicky tams.

[foldingfittedsheets]

I’ve gotten literally so many asks today which is fun but only one for the Fen and Leda AMA!

I thought people would be more excited, when I did an AMA for the witches, jazz and Sabine, and Clove and Ning I had so many I couldn’t draw them all.

[khorren]

Behold, my new project. My little baby boy bastard, Sebastian!

He exists in the universe with Rev-Aoife, so not with the cast of the other 30+. I wanna play through the new New Player Experience / content guide, so .... here's the new project. He was previously living in my head as just "J"

Sebastian, Seb to his friends, Bastian the Bastard to his enemies, is the descendant of the GW1 hero, a prominent member of the Shining Blade in their time. Seb was left in the care of two semi retired Priory members when he was a few weeks old for his safety, and they're the only parents he's ever known. The Priory couple are descendants of legendary explorer Marshall Whitman.

Seb grew up in Nobility, schooled well, trained well, believes in the gods (Blessed by Kormir). His family are benevolent in helping all people's of Divinity's Reach and he's been brought up the same, to aid the people. Unfortunately due to being a little rebel scamp, some of his not-so-good friends rubbed off in him in bad ways and he has a habit of calling those he helps "the little people" (Don't worry, he gets this smacked out of him later, literally)

At 18 he joined the Seraph and stayed with them for several years. He's learned some discipline and manners and all that jazz and knows how to fall in line. But he does like doing things his own way. He's an engineer and likes to tinker with various devices, improve his weapons, and generally make a nuisance of himself with deployables.

He's about.... 27ish? At the start of the personal story, and while Aoife is following the path of the Commander, Seb is just... some dude who just keeps getting there first. He's driving the airship that saves the Commander in Arah. He's helped establish camps in the jungle. And other such things.

It's in season 3 when they finally forge a friendship. While the Commander's off in Bloodstone Fen, he's the one who's doing "transfer chaser" and it leads him to Ember Bay where he sneaks on travel arranged by Taimi. Both the Commander and Seb are seeing the anomalous visions and work to get cured together.