#sam stayed with undergrowth powers

[gilbirda]

DPxDC cheat sheet

So. I'm not a nitpicking person. I understand that mistakes can be made and typos are a thing and sometimes we are just not the kind of person that can make words work for a variety of reasons (dyslexia, for example).

This is not for that people.

This is for everyone who stumbled into this fandom by mistake and had learned things via osmosis and don't have the energy/time to check the source material for the "correct" thing.

Y'all are valid.

This is a cheat sheet of correct terms and fandom things that are not correct that I've seen in fics.

Disclaimer: while experimenting with canon is fun, this is just to lay down the rules of what's what so it can be the springboard of y'all's beautiful creations.

Given that some people just can't behave online: "If you don't have anything constructive to say, don't say anything." Did I say something wrong? You have resources better than this? You want to make a nitpick? Cool! More info to the mix — But come at me in a hurtful and insulting way and I'm blocking you on the spot.

[Will add more when I think more/have suggestions]

DP SIDE - Post "A Glitch in Time" Canon

Sam is Jewish

Sam is ultra-recyclo-vegetarian aka "doesn't eat anything with a face". Is not a real thing.

It's "Amity Park" not "Amity Ville".

Wes is fanon, same as Kyle. Info on Wes here

It's "Casper High", not "Caspar High".

Mr. Lancer doesn't have a canon name. Common fanon ones are William or Edward.

Ghost obsessions are canon. In AGIT, it's explained that ghosts have a purpose or drive. Danny's purpose is "protection" of both humans and ghosts.

Ghost cores are fanon-ish (there is a mention that Danny's ice powers come from his "core" temperature and is never addressed again, of course) (Episode is "Urban Jungle"). Then in the videogame there are different "types" of ghost powers and something about their cores? Very confusing.

Ghost speak is fanon. However, in AGIT, it's revealed that there's an ghost alphabet, and it's ancient form is based on sanskrit and tamil alphabets. Codex of Ghost alphabet.

Ghost Hunger is canon! In AGIT it's revealed that ghosts feed on emotions and thoughts to stay sapient. If they don't, they become feral with time. Halfas feed from their human side, remaining stable.

Danny is the bridge between the spirit world and living world - canon!

Danny beats the Ghost King Pariah Dark in combat, but faints and that fight is never addressed in the series again. Ghost King!Danny is fanon-ish so go ham with interpreting that. (Episode is "Reign Storm")

Tucker is the reincarnation?? (never stated in canon, but he does look alike) of a pharaoh named "Duul Aman" (Duulaman is also accepted as spelling). Said pharaoh never appears in the series as a ghost, just a picture. Who does appear is his (evil) right hand man, Hotep-Ra, who tries to manipulate Tucker (Episode is "King Tuck"). That Tucker gets cool magic from this event is fanon. But cool.

Sam gets possessed by Undergrowth via a vine straight into her spine (gross). Undergrowth calls her "his daughter" and she tries to lure Danny into "joining her to take over the world". (Episode is "Urban Jungle"). That Sam gets cool plant powers from this event is fanon. But cool.

The Fenton parents are never physically abusive - just comedically neglectful in the way parents are depicted in early 2000s cartoons. Incompetent, misguided, dumb... but they are shown to love their kids. The even accept Danny the 2 canon times they find out about him (Episodes "Reality Trip" and "Phantom Planet").

Jazz is never shown as "mature" in the sense that she had to parent Danny and be the responsible adult. She is comedically the "annoying and meddling older sister" from early 2000s cartoons. She wants to be considered an adult. She couldn't see Youngblood, who is a child ghost that cannot be seen by adults, and Danny had to push her into acting childish to make her see him.

Axiom labs is bought by Vlad's company "Vlad.co" not "DALV.co". DALV.co was the fake company that paid for Maddie and Danny to fly to a conference but stranded them in a forest where Vlad's cabin coincidentally was. (Episode "Maternal Instincts")

Dan is not older Danny. He is not even called "Dan" in canon, just "Dark Danny". He is Danny's ghost half, who killed his human half, ate/merged with Vlad's ghost side and then tried to kill Vlad's human side. Was losing his humanity what made him evil? Was it merging with the Bad Guy(tm) of the series? 🤷‍♀️ Take it as you will. (Episode is "The Ultimate Enemy")

Freakshow is NOT a clown. He is the ringmaster of a goth circus (called Circus Gothica). Danny's headcanoned fear of clowns can be traced back to the "circus" and clown-related imagery surrounding Freakshow's performances, but not directly BY Freakshow. (Episodes "Control Freaks" and "Reality Trip")

DC SIDE

Damian (not Damien or Demian) is never confirmed his religion. Fanon has accepted he is Muslim.

Bruce is from a Jewish family (Martha Wayne was Jewish), but he considers himself an atheist. Same with Kate Kane (Batwoman).

It's "Selina" Kyle, not "Selena" or "Salina".

It's "Talia" Al Ghul, not "Thalia".

It's "Jason", not "Jayson".

Damian is vegetarian, not vegan. It means he doesn't eat meat, but eats animal produces like eggs, milk, etc. He went vegetarian after rescuing Batcow from a slaughterhouse, he didn't arrive at the manor already being vegetarian.

Duke is NOT adopted. Bruce is fostering him temporarily and is more of a mentor to him than a father. Duke considers the others his siblings, though. EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT DUKE: Part 1 | Part 2

Dick was not adopted as a kid, Dick was Bruce's ward. That term is not used anymore, though. Adoption happened later in Dick's adulthood.

It's Gotham, not "Gothem".

Cassandra IS adopted. Legally.

Cassandra's nickname is "Cass", not "Cassie". Cassie is the nickname of another character also named Cassandra (Cassandra Sandsmark, Wondergirl)

"Little Wing" is a canon nickname for Jason from Dick.

"Baby bird" or "Baby bat" are fanon-ish(?). Little Wing, Dickie, Dickie-bird... Canon! Jaylad is not canon, but Jaybird is canon! A GREAT post with receipts about all nicknames. ("Replacement" isn't canon btw).

Stephanie Brown was the 4th Robin. She is not adopted, and was part of the batfamily because she was dating Tim. She is still considered batfamily even if they are not dating anymore.

In Hush, when Jason comes back to Gotham, Jason puts a knife on Tim's throat, but barely leaves a cut. Tim's throat wasn't injured during the Titans Tower attack.

Cass is selectively mute because she wasn't taught any language beyond what she needed to predict people's movements. She doesn't know sign language. She doesn't know how to read and write (more recent comics show her reading a bit). But she could learn, with difficulty. Very in depth analysis of Cass' disability.

Jason's "Pit Madness" is fanon. Canon offers Ra's saying "the Pit alters the mind - could happen for a few days or for years, you never know" or something like that, and that's it. There is reason to believe that the Lazarus Pit can cloud judgement for a while but there is no voice in the back of the head or the Pit taking over.

Tim never expressed special interest in photography or in it as a hobby. Nor he is a coffee addict more than the other bats, who pull all nighters on the reg. He is actually addicted to energy drinks.

There are 2 main Conner/Kon-El/Superboy I portrayed in fics: Young Justice cartoon one (grumpy, same age as Dick, kind of an asshole, has daddy issues, wears black shirt and jeans, has a space motorcycle and a pet wolf) and 90s comics one (leather jacket, piercings, punny guy, same age as Tim, has a #nohomo relationship with Tim, kind of a himbo).

There are a few Ghost superheroes - Greta Hayes (Secret), she was in Tim's run as Young Justice's leader; and Boston Brand (Deadman), who is a member of Justice League Dark (with Constantine and Zatanna and Swamp Thing!). So the DC heroes are familiar with ghosts and ghost powers.

It's "rogues" gallery, not "rouge". Rouge means "red" in french.

Clark is never abusive to Conner, he just doesn't know what to do with him and chooses to ignore the problem; which, yeah, is mean, but not to the levels that fanon has taken it. And this is in the Young Justice cartoons, not across all depictions. In comics, they consider each other family and that's why Conner took a kryptonian name (Kon-El - of house of El, Kal's family)

The whole "No metas in Gotham" is not true. Batman understands that Gotham is very Fucked Up and that if you add metahumans and heroes with powers trying to do good to the mix it could make things worse. Outsiders don't understand Gotham and if they get jokerized or mind controlled, it will get ugly real quick. That's why Signal is cool beans! Duke is a gothamite through and through.

While is interesting that no one in the Batfam knows about Tim's missing spleen, is very probable that Alfred knows - post about this

Constantine is more powerful than it looks like. A post about interesting abilities.

Damian has a metal spine. Yeah I don't know how it works either. They used it as way for Talia to control Damian for a bit :(

Interesting links:

What's fanon in DP

Fan project for Ghost Speak, written and spoken form, and a ghost speak generator - post AGIT canon

Transcripts of all the Danny Phantom episodes

The whole DP series + the complementary comics + A Glitch in Time comic (if you are able to buy the AGIT comic please do 🙇‍♀️)

How to pronounce Ra's Al Ghul

BatPham ship names (updated regularly).

What are the canon ages of the Batfam?

In depth guide to everything Batman in one place (be prepared to go down the rabbit hole)

Fanon vs Canon Batfam edition

Superfam family tree

Interactive map of Gotham (Gotham Knights videogame)

Timeline of events (Batfam adoption order and ages when those events happen)

Map of Gotham (made based on various sources, with annotations (check the reblogs for more info))

The Titans Tower attack: Fanon vs Canon

This person has dedicated a lot of time to research receipts of Comic stuff so check out their masterlist

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Suggestions are welcome! Please be kind with each other and remember to have fun with this fandom!

[radiance1]

A Dp x Dc idea that isn't Danny-centric!? Say it ain't so!

So I think that this'll be a relatively short one but anywho.

Pariah Dark forcing the entirety of Amity Park into the ghost zone did not come without consequences, even with the ghost shield the Fenton's put over the town.

Said consequences come in the form of the entire basically becoming a ghost portal in and of itself. It mostly happened slowly over time, with the town experiencing quakes that spread quakes that lead to the Ghost Zone.

Everyone had to evacuate when it got really bad, well, mostly everyone. You see, Sam didn't want to leave Amity Park at all so he tried to find ways to convince her parents to let her stay even if said city was basically crumbling.

Then she had an idea.

What if she became one of Undergrowths allogenes? (taken from genshin impact)

So she persuaded (read: bullied) Danny into taking her to him so they could make a deal and let her stay in Amity. Undergrowth was surprisingly accommodating to the both of them, what with Danny becoming the new Ghost Prince and Sam already leaving a good impression on him.

He gave her a task, take this seed and place it within the middle of Amity Park and watch over it until it fully grows, then, and only then, will he accept her as one of his allogenes.

So Sam very obviously took said seed, said yes, and went to plant it.

The center of Amity Park was basically a giant ghost portal, it was small, at first. But with each and every quake it expanded and expanded until it couldn't be ignored anymore, so after Danny and Sam got back and went to it, Sam just dropped the seed in the middle of it and watched it sink.

Luckily Overgrowth gave her a proper method she should follow to ensure its growth, at the very least.

It took 4 years for the seed to grow, 4 years of relative isolation for Sam. Danny was usually busy with High Prince duties, what with being summoned and the likes, while Tucker was busy with taking over the outside world.

They still made time for her however.

When it grew Undergrowth gave her praise, not many would willingly keep themselves in isolation to grow an interdimensional seed from the other world. Such, he made do on his promise and gave Sam a portion of his powers, turning her into one of his allogenes.

He did however tell her that she was only Allogene he's ever had in multiple eons. Some of them chose to reenter the reincarnation cycle, while others sacrificed themselves for the greater good and such, some of them among the living are still alive, however, so they should be at least, vaguely aware of her existence.

Sam trained her new powers, familiarizing herself with them until it was as easy as breathing, which took a few months of non-stop training. Thankfully her new stamina is leaps beyond that of her previous human self. Eventually, she was even able to create a few lotus' that acted mostly as transport around the giant ghost portal.

Oh yea, did I mention that the Ghost Portal expanded enough to take over all of Amity Park? Well, a few buildings here and there stilled survived, mostly like small islands but still.

So Sam was living a pretty fine life, all things considered. Her days were very peaceful, tending to a few plants here and there, taking care of the giant tree that sprouted from the seed she grew, training her powers and talking to Danny and Tucker whenever they dropped by.

It was repetitive, but a nice one.

Then her daily cycle was interrupted by people claiming to be the Justice League, and she honestly did not have a clue as to who they are. She didn't really keep up with the news after planting the seed, or the outside world at all for that matter, the only one she regularly kept in contact with was Tucker.

She thought back on, and Tucker did mention them once or twice. Mostly painting them as irritating individuals yet worthy of respect, not that she knew why but she wasn't going to just let them step in here regardless. It's pretty rude to just step into someone's home without permission, no?

[tanglepelt]

Dc x Dp idea 22

John summons the new ghost king with the justice league to determine the threat. Hoping it’s not a pariah who could target their dimension. After all whoever took pariah down had to have done it for the power. He was unsealed and replaced in the span of 2/3? days. That’s just how the infinite realm works

Meanwhile Danny is stressed. His parents and Valerie are more laser happy since they were sucked into the ghost zone. Clockwork, Frostbite and Pandora have all taken to teaching him more about the infinite realms and future responsibilities. Sam is on his case about him wanted to relax more and Tucker is acting jealous again. It’s like the whole Desiree thing didn’t happen. He has a test in the morning he actually studied for and no rouges out for the night.

Getting summoned at 3 am was not his plan for a good night’s sleep.

Danny is just trying to get this questioning over with. The summon circle was not one he could reverse on his own (clockwork had been teaching him how to ignore and deal with them).  He just asks then if they could hurry this up, he has things to do.

It’s only johns’ comment that sets him off. That if he didn’t want to deal with summons, he shouldn’t have fought pariah for the power.

Danny doesn’t take that well. He can’t leave the circle as phantom. Can’t stop Danny from jumping out to scream at his face.

Danny: you think I wanted this. That I wanted these powers. That I walked into my parent’s lab into their broken portal just to have it turn on with me in it. To kill me and bring me back. That I wanted to fight, the ghost that kept coming through the portal. I didn’t have a choice. If I hadn’t spectra could have harvested all my classmates after giving them the ghost flu. If I hadn’t nocturne would of kept everyone in amity asleep to gain power, undergrowth would have fed them to his plants keep Sam as his forced daughter, Technus would of invaded the World Wide Web, who knows who skulker would be hunting and Pariah would still be free.

Danny:  I never wanted any of it. If I hadn’t stopped pariah amity would have stayed in the infinite realm. I had no choice. All I wanted was to have a normal life. I went from being a straight A student to barely passing. I have a test in the morning. Check your facts next time. Lose my summons clearly you made a mistake and wasted my valuable time. I had no intention of harming any dimension.

Ending his rant, he transformed and got to school right before the test.

[stormikitty]

Headcannons that carry over to almost every if not every DP au I think of (most if not all of them are DP/DC aus)

Danny and Jazz took dance classes when they were little, and Danny was always a dance prodigy. He can dance flawlessly on pointe and can do any style, though Danny and Jazz's main focus was ballet when they took dance classes. They still know a lot about most dance styles.

Danny and Jazz also took figure skating lessons growing up, but only in winter. They both still practice every time they go ice skating.

Danny is trans.

Danny and Paulina are dance partners (or were dance partners before Danny left Amity Park)

Paulina has dragon powers because of the incident with Dorothea's necklace.

Sam has dragon powers because of that incident as well, but hers are weaker due to less exposure.

Sam also has plant powers because of the thing that happened with Undergrowth.

Paulina and Sam both have dragon instincts because of their dragon powers. This means they are both VERY protective.

Ghost hearing is on the same level as kryptonian hearing. When Danny first became a halfa, everything was too loud for him to understand and sounded like white noise. Danny, Sam, and Tucker all started learning sign language shortly after the accident because of this. If Jazz didn't already know sign language, she quickly noticed that Danny wasn't understanding anything he was hearing and started learning sign language as well.

Ghost speech is not a language. It is a power that allows ghosts to understand and speak any and every language fluently, whether they've heard it before or not. But it's like learning every language with the time and effort it takes to learn 1. The power still needs to be practiced for ghosts to use it well. It's a skill.

Danny knew a few languages even before he died, so it was easier for him to learn ghost speech than it was for other ghosts who have that power.

Dani goes by Ellie because it didn't feel like she had her own name when she went by Dani.

Danny and Ellie both have fangs.

Danny and Ellie need more iron in their diets than any human.

Danny is 4 feet tall and will stay that height forever.

Ellie is at least 6 feet tall when fully grown because her growth wasn't stunted like Danny's.

Jazz is TALL

Danny is touch starved af but REFUSES to ask for affection.

Jazz is touch starved too, but not nearly as much as Danny, and her communication about wanting affection is slightly better than Danny's.

Danny gave Ellie a stuffed raccoon shortly after they met. Ellie named it Travis.

Ellie refuses to say the word "raccoon." They are Trash Pandas and that is what she calls them.

Danny has a giant panda plush that was given to him by 1 or both of his sisters.

Jazz has a stuffed red panda that Danny and Ellie worked together to get for her.

Danny is bisexual.

Sam is a lesbian.

Jazz is either a lesbian, bi with a preference for women, or aroace. (Lesbian in most of the aus I think of.)

John Constantine is Danny and Jazz's pseudo uncle, "Uncle JC," who they weren't allowed to see or talk to anymore after he got into a fight with Jack and Maddie about ghosts when Danny was 12. (This 1 is more specific to dp/dc, but most, if not all, of the dp aus I think of are dp/dc.)

I don't talk about these enough, but these are the headcannons going through my head with every, or almost every, story idea I come up with. I think I've mentioned all of these on discord at some point. I don't post all the story ideas I come up with, but many float in and out of my head and repeatedly come back. Sometimes, a possible story idea will be floating around in my head for weeks, and I won't write anything down or talk about it or post about it, and then eventually I either send it to the discord server to talk about, or post it on tumblr. Usually discord. But I only talk about the ones that I can put into clear enough words to talk about them.

[impyssadobsessions]

So I got this little idea and if anyone wants to expand on it go ahead, basically:

Your usual dp x dc crossover, but instead of Danny or even Sam being related to the Waynes, Tucker is the one related to them, more especificaly he's Duke's cousing and they where pretty close before Tucker's parents moved away to Amity Park (they still keep contact but not as much as before since they have their own hero/vigilante family/team to help out)

Tucker's parents decide to give Gotham a visit for nostalgia and to catch up with Duke and since Tucker didn't want to go there alone he asked if Danny and Sam could come too, his parents where a-okay with that so now we have a trio of weird kids (with one being half dead and the other two probably having a lot of ectoplasm contamination in them) on a vacation to Gotham and going straight to the Wayne Mansion. This is gonna be fun

(I also had the idea that as soon as Duke saw the trio he could see that something was Not Right™️ with them, it was mostly Danny but Sam and Tucker also had Weird Shit™️ going on with them too *side eyes Undergrowth's mind control and the whole Reincarnation of a Pharaoh thing*)

Ooo I heard someone think about Tucker being related to the Fox family but that neat too~ Can see Tucker's parents worried how Duke been doing. Duke nervous n excited to see his old cousin. (batfam stalking at first and probably not so subtlety add perks to their stay. Over Protective LOL) Duke swearing they're just normal kids from Amity Park- and then he sees them and like. Shit. O w O' Can't help but keep staring at Danny because something strangely is happening around his form. The hang out was pretty chill, besides the constant staring. Duke feels guilty but same time, something is off and his new detective senses are tingling. Duke notice something off with his cousin and the girl when Danny goes to use the restroom. He was too distracted by Danny. Duke tries to hold out a couple of days, not wanting to make a scene. But the others are already digging in too deep and he wants to hear it from the horses mouth first, not his new siblings and their tangent of theories. Tucker tries not to answer til Duke clarifies he can see something's off with them. "You.. as in plural? So all of us?!" Duke nods. "Wait! What? But me and sam aren't... does this mean I'll get powers to?! Amg. Wait right here. I got to.. ask Danny and Sam and then I'll tell you. Promise." Duke can here them all chattering in the next room, nothing coherent but obviously the girl was mad at Tuck. Danny raised his voice a few times. Door cracks open and then Duke is yanked into the room by his shirt, with Sam threatening him if he says a word, she doesn't care who he's related to. His ass is grass. Duke trying hard not to let his fighting instincts kick in. "Fair. " "Sam. cool it." Danny sighing "Whatever." Sam letting Duke go and barricading the door behind them. Tucker just rubbing his arm and smiling meekly with a wave. "Uh soo. ... Do you believe in ghosts?" Duke's eyes widening. What the hell happened in Amity?! Is Tuck dead?!!!

[dannyphantom-justiceleauge]

What do you think about Amethyst Ocean, Hunter Silly (Tucker/Valerie) & Sam, Tucker, & Valerie becoming halfas? Like, what if the ecto-acne wasn't completely cured & Sam & Tucker slowly became halfas over the course of several years.

Undergrowth & Duul Aman left sort of imprints on their ecto-signatures so they have some of the powers they had when possessed, such as florokinesis & harenkinesis (sand manipulation), but once they fully form as actual halfas, they also get personal powers. Like, Sam getting ghost magic or shadow manipulation & her unique physiology as a plant halfa makes her immune to Blood Blossoms & gives her the ability to manipulate them with her powers. Also, Tucker having technokinesis similar to Technus & developing a hot core with a lightning element.

As for Valerie, it's due to being fused with her ghost armor. The more she uses it, the stronger her ecto-signature gets until she's suddenly a half-ghost.

It could be an interesting personal struggle for her.

I don't think any of them would ever have the potential or power that Danny is capable of, but that's mostly because of the unique way in which he became halfa. Same way I think Vlad would've soon lost his edge against Danny. Though, that also has to do with the fact that he's a businessman & it's unlikely that he made much contact with the GZ before Danny opened the portal himself & most of his training beyond his ghost powers was with your typical physical trainer.

i'm always down for a more halfas au.

any explanation would do as far as i'm concerned, but as it stand, tucker and sam get exposed to A Lot of ectoplasm. it's not just them getting possessed or getting ecto acne like vlad. it's them going into the ghost zone without hazmat suits. it's them getting coated in ecto goo all the time. just from sheer exposure they should have some amount of contamination. and the ectoplasm would just continue to grow in their systems the longer they're fighting ghosts along side danny.

same for val. she's had her share of moments getting coated with ghost goo. and while her suit should offer a level of protection but since it's ghost based. it's far more likely to worsen the exposure effect. i'm imagining her suit just absorbing power from the ectoplasm it comes in contact with it. and thus almost intentionally building a core for her.

the moment she realizes is going to be a bad day for her. i could actually see her going to danny fenton and asking if he could help change her back. which puts him in an awkward position, ripe for drama. just the irony of her becoming what she hates because she was unable to let go of her anger. chef's kiss. 10/10 would love to see this fic.

sam and tucker adjust better. i feel like they both kinda wanted ghost powers from the beginning. sam is going to use it for justice. sometimes to zealously. tucker is probably going to abuse it a bit and has to be reminded to stay humble and responsible. danny is just kinda following behind trying to stop things from being to chaotic, and feeling guilty that his friends died, but also kinda psyched that he's no longer alone.

also found family super hero team, anyone? it's my favorite. - Hestia

[the-sprog]

So since I'm very bad at remembering my ideas, I'm gonna throw this out there and hope one day I'm like "WAIT didn't I have an idea for a fic??? What was it???" And I will find it on my tumblr.

It's about Danny Phantom, obviously.

There are actually two of them in here so:

The easiest one: Jack and Maddie are not stupid. I mean they're scientists, the use the scientific method. One of the things about the scientific method is that if you do a bunch of tests, based on an hypothesis and only one of them comes out disproving it, then your hypothesis is incorrect.

Phantom has disproved basically all of their hypothesis.

So, next thing to do? Create a new one. Do new tests. They take Jazz's suggestion and try and see if the ghosts of Amity are actually conscious. Because obviously they're sentient, but are they like animals? Or are they like robots with artificial intelligence?

Or even better yet, are they like humans?

They grab Phantom's attention and ask him if he would cooperate for this test. A simple Turing test. Obviously they're still wary because of everything that happened with him, and do the test with witnesses to keep both Phantom's and their minds at ease.

He passed the test. With flying colors.

They're shocked and ask him if he knew peaceful ghosts that would be willing to take the test (because, y'know. Scientific method. Need to try over and over again). Phantom would have to explain that not all ghosts are as human-like as him (as, first of all, he's a halfa, but he doesn't say that. And second, lots of them are blobs or animal-like ghosts), but cue his parents meeting Jhonny and Kitty (cause I like the idea that they have a truce with Phantom and that going out of the zone helps them with their couple problems), as well as Shadow (example of a less human-like ghost). Then Sidney, Dora, the Fright Knight (cause king ghost Danny ftw) and Frostbite.

They all pass, more or less. Some, like Dora, the light and Sidney, where given away by their choice of word, but other than that all of them passed the test.

OK SO MORE COMPLEX ONE:

I love crossovers. I love finding ways of putting the two universes together, of making them work with each other, adapting the rules so that they apply to both. (With Danny Phantom it's also really cool to just... Make him travel the multiverse. He doesn't adhere to the rules of where he goes to, so it's always hilarious. But we're not here for that now).

One of the best ones to do this with is My Hero Academia. Whenever a show has someone with powers I end up asking myself "how should that work in the world of my hero?" And start trying to incorporate it in the lore.

So, first thing first, we're getting rid of the canon story of my hero. Completely unrelated to the show. This takes place decades in the past, when the first people where developing quirks (so if I wanted to write something with this and actually use my hero characters, I'd make it so that they where hit with a time traveling quirk or that Clockwork was somehow involved).

The Fenton's hatred for ghosts? Make it discrimination against the people who have quirks.

Danny being half-ghost? His quirk's fault. He calls it Ghost, for simplicity, it allows him to come back as a sort of ghost-like creature after he dies. Somehow, one day, he doesn't die completely so his body fixes it the only way it know how. Making him partially ghost.

Obviously that would mean that all the ghosts he fights aren't ghosts anymore. They're villains with quirks, and their powers would be based on what they can do on the show, minus the basic intangibility, invisibility and flight.

Obviously only Sam and Tucker would know he was Phantom and he had a quirk, he's also kinda the only one in town with one. People would be a little racist against quirk havers, but the kids, like in the show, come around to it. And actually start loving Phantom and thinking of him as a hero.

How do I fit Vlad in all of this? Ehm ahhhh this is the one thing I didn't think about. Very basic, but could give him a power similar to Danny, were instead of a ghost, he becomes a vampire. But his quirk is caused by an accident in college, so it's artificial.

Why does Skulker (who doesn't have a quirk. He's just a guy in a suit) hunt Danny? He has a very unique quirk.

Does Dani exist? I mean. Yeah. Cloning is not so farfetched, especially with the existence of quirks.

Clockwork can control time, he involuntary does that being a child, then an adult then an old man thing. The Observants are people without quirks that keep him in check, an organization that made a pact with him to stay young forever or something in change of idk what. No idea what Clockwork would get out of it I won't lie. Money maybe? Or somehow they found a way of keeping him there against his will?

Walker (and I'll make a seperate post about this) is an ex guy in white. Yes they still exist, but they hunt quirk havers instead of paranormal stuff. Walker was kicked out because he actually has a quirk but lied about it. He's after his own kind in the show as well. I mean, he's a stickler to the rules, but he only ever seems to care when it's ghosts that brake them. Correct me if I'm wrong, but never has he punished a human. His quirk is making semi-sentient minions. They're not copies of himself. They're like clay humans with basic forms. They all look alike and have no special characteristics.

Frostbite is just... A yeti. With cryokenisis. It's a mutation type quirk.

Same goes for Wulf, he's just a humanoid wolf that can create teleportation portals. I can't think of a reason why he would only speak Esperanto though. It could be something similar to Five from umbrella academy. He accidentally got stuck in the 1600 as a kid and managed to come back only relatively recently.

I feel like all the other ghosts have obvious powers.

Cujo can become ginormous,

Technus can control technology,

Dora and Aragon can become dragons,

Jhonny gives people bad luck and can control his shadow,

Kitty can make man disappear,

Ember can mind control using music,

Spectra can use people's negative emotions to stay young,

Bernard has shapeshifting,

Youngblood can't be seen by adults (side effect: can't grow old) and his sideckick has a variant of shapeshifting where he can only transform in animals. A definitive father figure),

Box ghost can control boxes,

Pandora can control the plagues of the world,

Desiré can make people's wishes come true,

Sidney can swap bodies with people,

Undergrowth can control plants,

Pariah Dark- I... Actually don't know...

Lunch Lady can control food,

Aaaanndddd no more come to mind.

I want to do something with this AU but I can't really think of an interesting story, other than "kids from 1A get misplaced in time and Danny has to help, discovering the existence of Clockwork and the Observants, whom he hates. So he tries to get Clockwork out of there with the other kid's help" but that's it, really.

I actually have a 3rd idea, but it basically works the same as the MHA one. Crossover with the X-Men.

Substitute quirk havers with mutants and quirks with mutations and you get the idea.

The plot would be more of a "Danny gets recruited by Xavier after the trauma of almost dying activated his mutation and goes to live at the mansion. This happens after the events of season 3, alla salted to make sense in the world of Marvel, but without Phantom planet. He makes friends there, since Sam and Tucker aren't with him and everything is fine and dandy and happy. Until it comes out that the Fentons actually contribute to the creation of the Sentinels, because they hate Phantom that much.

So Danny has to infiltrate his own family to get info on how the Sentinels work so they can destroy them, since his parents are still oblivious and they made it so that the Sentinels wouldn't attack Danny thinking that his accident just somehow make him register as a mutant on machinery" and that's it.

[murphy-kitt]

Beyond The Grave - Chapter One

(Dannymay - Nature - Day Fifteen)

The memorial reminds him of something he never wants to remember.

Danny can barely see it, for the crowds that block his vision, but he knows exactly what reads on the memorial. There’s a warmth in his chest that likes this, seeing how much Amity Park and their appreciation for his ghost half. It makes him feel a little more accepted.

But there’s a little nagging in his chest that tells him this isn’t right. He’s not even dead, he shouldn’t be getting a memorial.

Or is he?

Fear strikes in his heart, and Danny shakes his head furiously, hands clumping in his hair.

No. No.

He’s tried so hard to forget, it can’t go to waste now. Not after all he’s been through, is it going to return like a storm surge because of a stupid memorial.

Sam and Tucker are further away in the crowd, but their glances are the same wary ones. They know exactly what he’s thinking about. Jazz has a smile on her face. She doesn’t know.

And Danny was happy for it to stay that way.

His parents know he’s half ghost now, they know about his powers, and they’re adjusting, slowly, but steadily. Maybe not ready to reveal that he’s Phantom, but they’re definitely more accepting. Danny swore he saw a bunch of purple hyacinths addressed to his ghost half from his parents on the memorial.

Danny edges away from the crowd slowly, it’s not as if anyone will notice him missing, he usually always is.

His footsteps pound the ground, panicked, and begin to increase as he runs down the road, averting eye contact with any strangers that pass his way with an alarmed gaze. He doesn’t care.

The teenager finds himself storming through in the direction of the woods, where he’d swore never to go again, but his feet are pressuring him to run here. Brambles and thistles overrun the area since he’s last been there.

It’s a small, shaded and overgrown part of the forest, one that no one would go unless they had a specific reason to. There’s no footpath or pebbled trail, and the teenagers legs are spiked by brambles.

Although, there’s an opening of brambles shrewdly trampled down, as if someone had been in a panic. His heart pounds in his chest, and Danny tries his best to stay calm.

“I never wanted to come back here.” He says, to no one but the silent air and birds twittering in the distance. His hands begin digging in the brambles — he’s here — and his feet won’t let him move.

Piercing bramble needles splinter the raven haired teens hands and make them bleed, but he doesn’t care. Furiously, blue eyes dart among the undergrowth, trying to find it.

“Where is it?!” He cries in desperation— maybe if he finds it, he can forget these stupid memories again and going back to being fine.

Flashbacks run through his head. It’s like that night all over again.

Racing head, pounding heartbeats, the crack and snap of brambles.

“Quick! In here”

“But someone might—“

“It doesn’t matter — no one will. No one goes down this track.”

“But what if they see the brambles trampled?!”

“They won’t! Just dig!”

Clawing at the soil with bare hands.

Body still rattling with electricity, head pounding.

Shock.

Dig. Keep digging.

Danny feels his legs collapse into the dirt, exhaustion claiming him, and tears freely falling down his face. How can he even begin to tell his parents about this?!

His eyes catch the dirt, ragged and disjointed, a trail of scratches along the floor.

The ones from that night, he realises. Rain hasn’t washed them away, nor have any animals disturbed this area. Scars of the desperation and blatant panic in that one night.

He pulls a thistle flower from a nearby bush, not caring at the spikes impaling his hands, that’s the least of Danny’s worries. Grabbing the solemn purple flower, he drops it on the ground, where a patch of darker soil lies.

It’s strange to think that no one knows of this presence but him, Sam and Tucker. Lurking beneath for months, simply, there, while tourists loiter around the area happily, unaware of what lies beneath the soil.

“God — what do I even say? Condolences?” He scoffs, and stares at the thistle flower, looking sad and forlorn. “This was your own fault, Fenton. Kind of a sick twisted way to remind me, isn’t it? A memorial to Phantom. Well, what can I say? They put it in the wrong place, that’s for one.”

“Not that I'd want it to be here, anyway.” The teenager looks up at the area surrounding him. To be fair, it had been their only choice in the midst of terror.

Somehow, Danny doesn’t seem as panicked anymore. Perhaps his dark sense of humour masks most of it.

“I wonder if they did find it, should it be moved next to the memorial?” Then shakes his head. No. No one would find it.

The idea of having that next to the memorial, in the town square, also seems too alarming. Huh, maybe he’s beginning to like the reclusive spot a little more now.

He knows his parents will find out about him being Phantom one day, that’s inevitable. But the context between the origin of how he became Phantom is one he doesn’t want to burden them with.

And learning that there’s this, also? He didn’t even want Jazz finding out.

It was just wrong. He was here, he was alive, wasn’t he? Partly.

Those fake death records Tucker had made were a punch in the gut to this, really. The memories had resurfaced, but not so bad that time.

Now, in the town centre, he had the equivalent of a grave. Equipped with dates and everything.

Little did anyone know where his true grave lay, a result of anguish and terror within the night of his death.

And Danny wasn’t ready to face it.

—

Another corpse au? Just maybe. This is the first part for a multi chapter fic, set in my fanfic series It’s Your Funeral and is the sequel of Grave Consequences. No more chapters added until I finish GC though.

Murphy

[five-rivers]

Reflection

Tucker passed in front of a mirror and stopped, did a double take. He'd been doing that a lot, lately, ever since what he and his friends referred to as the 'Egypt incident.' He raised one hand and traced a line under his eye, his lower eyelashes ruffling.

"You checking your eyeliner, Fol-ey?" asked Dash, bumping into him, rudely.

Tucker avoided stabbing himself in the eye and caught himself on the sink. He frowned at the reflection of the jocks in the mirror and scanned the locker room for Danny. Alas, his best friend must still be running punishment laps in the gym.

"Looking for Wimp-ton to save you? That's pretty pathetic," said Dash, jabbing Tucker again.

Tucker spun to face them and started to back away. He wondered if it would be okay to fight back under these circumstances, or if he would get in trouble. Because Tucker could fight. Maybe not as well as Sam and Danny, he was more the tech guy of their group, but all of them could throw a punch. Heck, Tucker could pull back a bow and put an arrow into the center of a target a hundred feet away. That took arm strength.

If he fought Dash, he'd probably win.

But fighting was generally frowned upon at school and with the other jocks as witnesses... Yeah, that wouldn't pan out well. His parents would take his side, but he didn't want to get a bad reputation with the teachers. One of the trio had to stay on their good side. Obviously it couldn't be Danny, and Sam was too argumentative, so it fell to him.

He sighed. Well, he could take a punch, too, if it came to that. He took off his glasses and put them on the back of the sink.

"What're you doing that for?" asked Dash.

"Good glasses are expensive, Dash," said Tucker, flatly, glaring up at the taller boy. "They're also made of glass. I don't want to be wearing them if you decide to hit me in the face."

Dash stared down at him, as though seeing him for the first time. He humphed. "You take all the fun out of it," he complained. "Come on, guys," he said to the other jocks, leading a parade out of the locker room. Tucker sighed and looked back at the mirror.

Eyeliner, huh? Dash probably would have been surprised to find out that Tucker had thought that he'd seen eye makeup on his face. Kohl. No. Not kohl. That was a recent word, and not completely accurate. Mesdemet for the black. Udju for the green. He blinked, unsure where the words had come from.

No, he knew where the words had come from. He just didn't want to think about it.

Danny stumbled into the room, banging the door behind him. "Hi," he said, waving at Tucker. He paused. "Are you okay? You look kind of..." Danny trailed off and shrugged.

"I'm fine," said Tucker. "Just talked my way out of getting beaten up by Dash."

"What, really?" asked Danny, his eyes flickering over Tucker. "Are you sure you're fine? He didn't hit you?"

"Nope. I'm really fine."

He hoped.

.

The archery club met right after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays, regularly, contrasting with the computer club, which met 'whenever' and 'online.' Usually, meetings coincided with Danny getting detention and Sam's activist stuff. Tucker thought of these afternoons as their 'alone time.' Otherwise, they were, well, not quite joined at the hip, but...

It was a near thing.

Tucker wouldn't have minded if Sam and Danny did join the archery club (or the computer club, for that matter), but it could be nice to have some time away, so that he could sort through certain thoughts. Thoughts such as: What was happening to him?

Because he really had thought that he had thrown off the influence of Duulaman's ghost, or that weird staff, or Hotep-Ra, or whatever had been going on that week, and yet, here he was, over a week later, hallucinating himself wearing Egyptian makeup, of all things.

He squared himself on the edge of the archer range and checked that it was clear. The other members of the club were working with the closer targets. Tucker thought that he would challenge himself today. He pulled back.

The thing was, at the end, when Hotep-Ra was gone, and Tucker was back to himself, he had been able to use that staff, the Scarab Scepter, to return everything to normal. He wasn't sure he should have been. He had no idea how that staff worked. Yet, in that moment he had.

And he did look an awful lot like Duulaman.

"You're doing great today, Foley!" called the club advisor from across the range. "Are you sure you don't want to shoot competitively?"

Tucker rolled his eyes. "I'm sure!" Then he caught sight of his arrows. They were all clustered neatly in the bullseye.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Tucker was good. He wasn't, quite, that good. Not at this range. But, in the moment, as he was shooting, he hadn't registered anything as being unusual. He remembered looking at them as he was aiming, so he wasn't just spacing out.

Archery was practiced in Ancient Egypt, wasn't it? He remembered seeing murals. He remembered the sun shining down on his shoulders as his entourage...

... What?

Tucker frowned. This wasn't going to go away, was it?

.

The computer screen cast Tucker's dark bedroom in a blue light. The only sound was him typing away at the keyboard.

Tucker didn't want to worry Danny and Sam. Mostly Danny. He had enough to deal with without worrying that his best friends was going to go crazy and try to kill him. Again.

He cringed. He did not have the best track record when it came to that particular thing. Then again, neither did anyone else close to Danny.

Hence not wanting to worry Danny.

Maybe he should talk to Sam, though. Out of everyone he knew, she was the only one who'd been mind controlled in a similar way. She hadn't said anything about having hallucinations post-Undergrowth, but, then, she wouldn't, would she? Sam had the same reasons Tucker did for keeping quiet.

Tucker made a face at himself. It was probably a sign that their relationship wasn't as healthy as it looked, keeping secrets from each other like this. But... he knew Danny kept secrets. They all did, and they were fine with it. So, Tucker or Sam keeping secrets was fine, too.

As long as it didn't turn into murder attempts. That was not fine.

Tucker slipped his fingers under his glasses to rub his eyes and returned his attention to the screen. He was researching Duulaman, and had dived deep into the academic side of the internet. He'd come up against a dozen paywalls and dismissed them all with a few keystrokes.

Duulaman. Pharaoh of Kemet. A descendant of Hatshepsut and an ancestor of Tutankhamen. He had been a fairly progressive member of his family, restoring several of Hatshepsut's monuments after other of his ancestors had done their best to destroy them, making laws concerning the treatment of slaves and foreigners, and forging peace with neighboring countries. He had been well-liked, his popularity having been attested to even years after his death by inscriptions in other graves, praying that their inhabitants would find themselves under Duulaman's rule in the afterlife. He'd been famed for his athletic and magical abilities.

Sadly, academic publications were as skeptical about magic as they were about ghosts.

Tucker rubbed his eyes again.

Duulaman had been murdered. According to his brother, the pharaoh who had succeeded him, the deed had been done by an advisor whose name and image had been systematically removed from everything.

Probably Hotep-Ra. That fit with the ghost's whole thing, and the fact that Tucker couldn't find any information on him.

After another relatively fruitless hour, Tucker pried himself from the chair and went to bed.

.

He turned the fine silver mirror over in his hands, contemplating its polished surface. It had been a 'gift' from a Mitanni noble, and had carried a brutal curse into the heart of Kemet, but the curse was loose, now, wound around his very soul, and the mirror itself was merely a harmless, empty vessel.

One that Duulaman could learn from. He ran his fingers along the strange symbols scored on the outer edge of the mirror.

If his advisors would stop arguing for just a moment.

"We must attack at once!" said Hotep-Ra. "This insult against the person of god cannot be borne!"

"But it is harvest season," objected another. "We cannot afford to take the men from the fields. There would be famine!"

"Hotep-Ra," said Duulaman, softly, "brother of my heart, it was not even their king that sent this. Would you raze their whole kingdom and force a tragedy on their own for the sake of one man?"

"One who attacked you and our kingdom through dread magics?" asked Hotep-Ra. "Yes, my pharaoh."

"Then perhaps it is good that I am pharaoh. I know that you love me, but I have no desire for war. Even so," he said, raising his voice, "I have sent certain persons to correct the problem, and my brother has borne a letter to the Mitanni king, explaining the situation. It is true that this assault on our kingdom cannot be suffered quietly."

The advisors took that in. Duulaman turned to the Priestess of Mut and tried not to squint. She was just far enough away that he had trouble seeing her. Sadly, none of his magic had yet succeeded in giving him the eyes of a hawk, but he yet had hope.

"What say you about the curse?" he asked.

Duulaman was a powerful priest in his own right, favored by the gods and his ancestors, but he valued other opinions. Being the focus of the curse might have blinded him to certain aspects of its function.

The priestess bowed. "It is as we first feared," she said. "It binds your great soul, so that you may not pass into the green fields of the Duat when it is your time to do so. Instead, it decrees that, when you die, you must suffer to be born into a common line, far from your rightfully exalted place."

"And for Kemet? For my line?"

The priestess, an experienced woman who had served Duulaman's father, actually trembled. "That, whence your second life reaches the age of reason, you shall understand, and you shall see the last of the Pharaohs come to ruin, all our temples abandoned save for nonbelievers, your descendants crushed or cast into obscurity, your name stricken from history, and your tomb robbed by foreigners. She dooms you to watch the slow decay."

This was about what Duulaman had expected. He closed his eyes, pained. If only he had been more careful opening the box... but he had assumed it to be from Hotep-Ra, or his brother, or one of his sisters, for it had been among other, like gifts.

"I see. Fear not. I will take care of it. Kemet shall not fall within our lifetimes."

The relief in the room was palpable. They had faith in Duulaman's power.

Alas, that it might come to naught.

.

Tucker woke with a jolt, hand on his heart. He looked around wildly, relaxing when he saw the acid green numbers on his bedside clock. He was here. He was now. He was Tucker.

And it wasn't even time to wake up for school.

Wait. It was Saturday. He wouldn't have to wake up for school anyway.

Alright. So he might have, thousands of years ago, been Duulaman. Fine. He laid back down, breathing through his nose. He dealt with ghosts on a daily basis. He could deal with reincarnation. This was cool. This was fine.

He was definitely having a crisis.

Crap.

He fumbled for his phone, and hit the speed dial for Danny. Danny never slept anyway, it was fine. Besides, stuff like this was why Sam had bought him a phone (a Nokia brick, because ghost fights) in the first place. Dead people were Danny's specialty.

"What's wrong?" asked Danny, far too alert for the small hours of the morning.

"I think I might be Duulaman," said Tucker.

There was a beat of silence. "Yeah?" said Danny, confused.

"Like, I'm a reincarnation of him or something."

"Yeah?" repeated Danny. "I thought that was the whole reason you could use that staff and stuff?"

"Wait," said Tucker. "You mean, you knew all along, and you didn't say anything?"

"I thought you knew and didn't want to talk about it," said Danny. "I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm just having weird Kem- Egypt flashbacks. I'm fine."

"Do you want me to fly over?"

"No," said Tucker. "I just- Am I still me?"

"I mean, you're you to begin with. You are yourself. That's like, definitional."

"Yeah, but..." Tucker gestured at his ceiling with his hand, even though Danny couldn't see it.

Danny chuckled. "You're still you, Tucker. I know Sam and I aren't always super sensitive, but... We do pay attention, you know? We'd know if you were being taken over. Maybe not right away, but..."

"Thanks," said Tucker, with only a little bit of sarcasm.

"Hey, I like to think we've all come a long way since the thing with Poindexter."

"True," said Tucker. "Hey, thanks, man. I'm sorry about waking you up."

"Don't worry," said Danny. "You didn't. I'd just caught Boxy when you called."

"Oh. That's good. Get some sleep, Danny."

"You, too. Tell me what Egypt was like tomorrow, okay?"

"Kemet," corrected Tucker. "And, yeah. Bye."

.

"What are you doing?" demanded Hotep-Ra.

Duulaman turned away from his ritual tools and fixed an un-amused eye on Hotep-Ra. "I may have made it your place to question me," said Duulaman, "but I thought I had made my decision on this matter clear. The method your faction proposed is too uncertain, too risky."

"I have made a mirror," said Hotep-Ra, "one that will recognize your soul in whatever body it should take. With it, we could search all of Kemet for you when you are reborn and then lay you properly to rest, as you deserve, before the curse comes to fruition."

"And if I should be born in lands beyond?"

"Then we should look there, too!"

"Starting all sorts of wars on the way, no doubt. Tell me, brother of my heart, what is the difference between the young man who falls in war, whose body is left for the crows, and the old man who is buried peacefully, and who will find joy in the Duat?"

"The devotion of his family!" responded Hotep-Ra instantly.

Duulaman shook his head sadly and looked back to his tools, touching them softly. He had already completed the ritual that would force the curse to carry his soul thousands of years into the future. By the time his next life reached the age of reason, there would be no pharaohs for the curse to affect. And if there were? Well, it would have been a good long time, and the curse would have weakened significantly. Perhaps even to the point of unraveling.

"No, Hotep-Ra. The difference between a tragedy and a happy ending is time. All kingdoms fall. All civilizations fade."

"Not this one."

"Even this one. The only questions are when and how."

"No," said Hotep-Ra. "No. Never!"

Duulaman felt, rather than heard, the scrape of metal against oiled leather and reached for his staff, which lay across from him, on the other side of his ritual. He was too late. He had trusted Hotep-Ra too much, let him get too close, and he felt the bronze knife slide between his ribs. His eyelids fluttered as his hands groped up his chest.

He was dying.

"I will see you, in the next life," he whispered, blood bubbling in his throat.

And then he was gone.

.

It was bright when Tucker woke again.

He felt... oddly calm. It was nice to know that he had succeeded in out-waiting the fall of Pharaonic Egypt, even though the fact that it was gone made his heart shiver.

Well. He pulled his phone over, and texted Danny. I know what it feels like to die, now, he said. Maybe they'd be able to bond over it. Or Danny would give him some coping pointers, since Tucker was pretty sure he'd have at least one breakdown over this. Either one would be good.

He stood up and walked to the bathroom. His reflection stared back, completely normal. No weird eye shadow, no Egyptian clothes, just Tucker and his pajamas.

Behind it stretched miles and miles of sand.

[ghostsray]

Ch2: Flowers

(prev - next)

"Danny, your clone is adorable," Sam said.

Danny looked away from the plant he was observing and said, "You mean Niel?"

Sam tapped her chin. "Well, Danielle is adorable too. But yes, im talking about Niel, considering he's the one I saw yesterday."

"Oh yeah, you went to Vlad's mansion, right?" Tucker asked from where he was seated among a group of potted plants. "How was he like?"

Sam shrugged. "Like Danny, except peppier, and with a better appreciation for goth culture."

"You turned my clone goth?"

Sam stopped spraying her venus flytrap to point at Danny and say, "Hey, he's his own person, thank you very much."

Tucker leaned back and stared out the greenhouse walls. "I feel left out. How come both of you get to meet this new clone--er, person? I want to see him too..." He trailed off, staring at something in the distance, then pointed out and asked, "Is that him?"

Considering the timing, Danny almost thought Tucker was joking, but then he followed his finger and saw that Niel was, indeed, walking toward Sam's greenhouse. He didn't look very goth in Danny's opinion, although his hair was shaved on one side--but that was more punk than goth. As he got closer, Danny noticed that he was carrying a bundle of yellow flowers in his hand.

Sam went to the greenhouse's entrance and opened the doors to greet him. "So, did you get my adress from the mayor or from Google Earth?" she said.

Niel rubbed his neck nervously. "Did I do something wrong?"

"'Course not, Dracula. Come in." She made way for him, then eyed the flowers and asked, "Are those for me?"

Niel held them out, blushing slightly. "Danny said you like flowers. Uh, completely platonic flowers, of course."

Sam took the flowers from him. "I do like flowers," she confirmed, "though not so much cutting off flower roots and selling their corpses for money."

Niel blinked. "Oh."

Sam have a half-shrug. "It's fine. I'll just give it to my mom, since she loves decorating our house with flower corpses."

"I'll...be sure to get a potted plant next time."

"You better," Sam said. "Meanwhile, I'll go find somewhere to place these dead flowers so they can provide some decoration while they rot away."

Niel looked mortified as she left the greenhouse and went indoors. As soon as she was gone, Tucker burst into laughter.

"Oh man, you should see your face. Nobody is ever prepared for ultra-recyclo-vegan Sam."

Danny watched Niel with a smile as the younger boy glared at Tucker. He nodded at his hair and said, "Nice hairdo."

Niel ran a hand over the shaved part of his head. "It was Sam's idea. Something to make me look different from you." He looked across the various plants in the greenhouse and said, "She really does like plants, doesn't she?"

"You have no idea," Tucker agreed. He gestured across the room and said, "I promise you, every plant in here, Sam named. Like, those two flowers over there--what did she name them again?"

"Hecate and Nyx," Danny supplied. "Or Nyx and Hecate. I don't remember which one's which."

Niel frowned at the twin flowers. "They look the same."

"Yeah, well, Sam has some way to tell them apart," Tucker said. He cupped his mouth with one hand and whispered conspiringly, "If you ask me, I'd say she still has plant-whisperer powers from Undergrowth."

Niel ignored Tucker. He was still scowling at the plants. "Why bother keeping two of the same kind if they're basically the same thing?"

Danny had a sneaking suspicion Niel wasn't just talking about the flowers. Either Sam really trained him to become dark and brooding, or something was troubling the boy.

"Hey," Danny asked, "things okay with your dad?"

Niel shrugged, not tearing his eyes off the plants. "I think so."

"You think?"

"They're good, I think. I mean, yeah. They are." He smiled and added, "I got him to call me by my name."

"Really? That's great," Danny said, and his tone was sincere. He knew how many times Vlad insisted on calling Niel by Danny's name. Yet, for some reason, Niel didn't look as happy as he should have been regarding the news.

Danny was about to ask him what was wrong, but Tucker chose that moment to lean forward and say, "So, are you crushing or Sam, or...?"

Niel spluttered and shouted, "I am not!"

Danny would have felt irritated at Tucker, but he had to admit seeing Niel's face turn as red as Sam's anthuriums was hilarious. Maybe that was what Tucker was going for: lightening the mood a little.

"You're not what?" Sam asked, and the three boys whipped around to see her reentering the greenhouse.

"Nothing," Niel said quickly. He scratched his cheek and turned his attention back to the flowers. "Just appreciating Nyx and Hecate here."

"Hecate and Nyx," Sam corrected.

"Yeah. That." He glanced at his wrist and said, "Um, I guess I should be leaving now."

Sam raised her eyebrows. "You just got here. Don't you want to hang out a bit?"

Danny could tell Niel wanted to, but he shook his head and said, "Dad's pretty strict about my training schedule."

"Training schedule?"

"Yeah. For my ghost powers." His eyes moved to Danny, almost out of reflex. For a long time, the clone had tried to get Danny to join him as his brother, but that was before he started questioning Vlad's integrity. Now, he just kept quiet and looked away.

Sam's lips thinned. "I dont mean to offend you, Niel, but I gotta be real with you. Your dad is kind of a--"

"A horrible villain who wants to take over the world?" Tucker said.

"--a jerk."

Niel crossed his arms, not meeting any of their eyes. "He's the only parent I have. I don't know. I don't know what to feel about him."

"I thought you said things were cool between you last night."

"I did, but..."

"But?"

Niel shook his head. "It's nothing. I better go."

The trio's eyes followed him as he left, but no one tried to stop him.

.

Niel wasn't lying about the training schedule, but the truth was, his training wasn't due for another hour. Rather than return to the mansion, he stopped by an alley on the way.

There was a fast food restaurant nearby, and he bought a takeout burger and brought it with him to a small spot nestled between two buildings. He was disappointed but not surprised when he found it empty. He wasn't sure why he expected otherwise. It would have been dumb of her to stay in one place for long.

"Looking for me?" a familiar voice spoke, and he looked up and saw Danielle Phantom appear in front of him.

"So you did stick around," Niel said.

Dani floated down, stopping before her feet touched the ground so that they were at eye level. "Well, duh. I came to Amity Park because I wanted to see you for myself, and one short conversation this morning wasn't enough for me." Her eyes drifted to the box in his hands, and they sparkled as she pointed and said, "Woah, is that a Nasty Burger?"

Niel handed the burger to her. "I thought travelling around the world homeless might have made you hungry."

"Niel, I know we only just met today, but I think you're starting to become my favorite brother." After accepting the box, she landed on the floor and transformed into human, then she took out the burger and scarfed it down.

Niel watched her with interest. Even though Vlad mentioned her often, he never kept any photo of her. All Niel knew was that she looked like Danny, but younger and female. He guessed that description was true, but it was a bit hard to notice her similarity to Danny from underneath the low wool cap and oversized hoodie she wore--not to mention her incredibly messy long hair.

Niel brought out a small yellow dandelion from his pocket and twirled it in his fingers. Dani paused eating to look at it.

"Didn't you say you were going to give those flowers to Sam?" she asked.

"I did," he replied. "I thought I might keep one to give to you, though, as a sort of welcome gift." He offered her the flower.

Dani eyed it. "I appreciate the gesture, but we're siblings."

"It's a friendship flower! Yellow flowers are for friendship, red flowers are for love."

"I don't know enough about flowers to refute that, so all right." She shrugged and accepted the flower, then after a moment's thought, placed it in her hair. "What do you think?"

"You would have looked cute, if you weren't otherwise so messy."

Dani rolled her eyes. "Pompous rich people," she grumbled, then bit into her burger again, not paying any attention to the grease that ran down her chin.

Niel wrinkled his nose. "Are you sure we're related?"

"Hey, man, ask Vlad."

Niel hesitated. He toyed with his wristwatch and asked, "Was he really that bad to you?"

Dani finished her meal and sucked her fingers. "I thought we established this earlier today. Vlad probably treats you well because you're perfect, but I wasn't so lucky. He just thinks of me as a failed experiment."

"He said your body was unstable, but you seem pretty stable to me."

She chuckled. "I'm not unstable all the time. Trust me, you won't see me looking as pretty as this when I'm emotional."

If her current appearance was pretty, Niel wasn't excited to know how she looked like unstable. Dani observed him for a moment, then said, "I have to say, you really are a nice clone."

"I thought you said I was pompous."

"You are. But you also brought me a burger and a flower instead of taking me to Vlad."

Niel's eyes widened. "Why would I do that?"

"To gain his respect?" She shrugged and said, "That's what I would have done, back when he cared for me. I was almost ready to kill Danny because he told me to. Maybe it's a good thing I turned out to be imperfect and had to leave."

Niel decided to ignore the fact that Dani would have murdered a person and instead said, "You mean you didn't realize it at first?"

"Oh, no. I was stable for like a week before Vlad noticed anything amiss." She saw Niel's troubled expression and quickly added, "It's okay, I'm sure youre safe. You've stayed stable for much longer than I did. You're not a failure."

"I hope not," Niel mumbled, not feeling completely reassured.

Dani gave him a friendly nudge. "Don't worry, you'll be fine. And if you're not, you could always join your super duper awesome sister Dani on her worldly expeditions."

Niel frowned. "By the way, why do you call yourself Danny? Don't you want to go by your own name?"

"Uh-uh," she wagged her finger and said, "I'm Dani, with an I. He's Danny with a Y."

"That has to get confusing sometimes."

"Oh, absolutely. But it's also really funny. Like how there're two Hawkeyes in Marvel comics."

"There's two Hawkeyes?"

Dani gasped dramatically, then placed a hand on his shoulder and said deeply, "Niel, I really need to get you into comics."

Niel slowly moved Dani's hand away. "Okay...but I still find it weird that you want to be called Dani. Why not Elle? or Ellie?"

Dani tapped her chin and said, "You could call me that, if you like. Ellie does sound pretty cute."

"Cool, then. Ellie it is."

Ellie didn't seem to mind his new nickname for her. She wiped her mouth with a sleeve and looked at Niel's watch. "I guess I better leave. If Vlad's treating you like he used to treat me, then you probably have to do some ghost training in a few."

Niel looked down at his wrist. Had time really passed that quickly? "Yeah, you're right. Um...I'd say say you later, but..."

Ellie shrugged. "Why not? No harm in sticking around in Amity Park for a while longer, right?" She jabbed a finger at Niel and added, "Just make sure Vlad doesn't try to capture me or anything. Also, feel free to buy me food whenever we meet."

"I'll keep that in mind," Niel promised.

Niel turned away and began walking home. He glanced over his shoulder to where Ellie had been, but she was gone, probably off to do...whatever it was she did on her own.

[ibelieveinahappilyeverafter]

Dannymay Day 02 - A Flower’s Comfort

Alright. It is still May 2nd technically once again, but can I just say that this was not the plan at all what you’re about to read? It was supposed to be a big dramatic Sam realizing she still has the powers Undergrowth gave her, but, no. Instead it’s pure fluff of Sam and her mom. 

Still trying to figure out how it all happened.

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Ironically, miraculously, against all possible odds, it was Pamela Manson who discovered the problem first - her mom who never seemed to notice anything even the least bit outside of her social sphere. But no - oh no. The one time that Sam needed her mom to not notice something about her and she had noticed. It had to have been a curse placed on her from dealing with ghosts and death so much. 

“Samantha… I noticed you haven’t been going into your greenhouse the last couple of days.” And of course, vicious, evil woman that she was, her mom had broached the topic over breakfast when she was socially obligated to at least pretend to care about things. “Usually I have to pry you out of there in the mornings!”

“I’ve just been busy is all.” It was a trite, old excuse, but it was a tried and true method for throwing off suspicion, in Sam’s opinion. “The plants can handle a few days without me.”

Her mother hummed the same noise of disbelief that Sam gave Danny when he said he had things under control. “I suppose so… Except, silly me, but I thought you might have mentioned getting a new plant for the greenhouse. One that needs constant care and upkeep for the first few weeks of growth?”

Sam, who had been tapping her fork against the air instead of the plate like she wanted, froze. When she looked up, her dad looked just as taken off guard and even her grandma was giving a squinty-eyed look over her glasses because her mom had not only listened to her talking about her plants, but she had remembered. It was officially a dangerous game that Sam was playing. 

“I, uh… I mean- Yeah, I guess, but like I said, it can handle a few days without me there. Like I said, I’ve been busy a lot. School and everything, you know?” Sam hoped the words didn’t sound as fake as they tasted, but judging by her family’s looks, they really, really did. 

Finally deciding that suspicion was better than cutting herself open and spilling out her fears for not the world, but for her family to hear, Sam pushed herself out of her chair. “Well, it was a great breakfast and all, but I should probably start heading out if I want to make it to school on time.”

Sam didn’t stick around to listen to any possible response that any of the three came up with, instead rushing upstairs to grab her backpack and then rushing right back down the stairs. She had a growing hope in her chest that she was about to make it before all that hope shattered into a million pieces.

“Sammy. Could I speak to you for a moment? Before you leave for school?” Pamela Manson, Sam’s archenemy that she would never defeat, blocked her way towards the front door. Maybe if she ran- “And I would appreciate it if you didn’t run. I would hate to break these heels, but I will if I have to.”

“Oh.” Sam blinked, mentally trying to regroup and recalibrate because that was- Well. That was definitely not an idle threat. Her mom meant business. “O… kay. What’d you want to talk about?” Alright. Sam had to remain strong and not give away any information that could be used against her. 

Her mom was silent for a moment, simply staring at Sam as if studying her. It was a bit creepy before she finally broke the silence with words that made Sam’s heart almost stop in her chest. “Is this about that last ghost attack on the town?”

Throat clicking dryly as she tried to swallow, Sam hid the wince of pain and gave a rough clearing of her throat. She then looked down at her bag and started to fiddle with it, hoping it looked like she was simply looking for something. “I mean, Amity Park is Amity Park, right? Besides, I don’t really you know what you mean by this-”

“You’ve been eating less.” Shit. She had noticed even that? “You’ve always loved eating your greens and everything healthy, but now all I’ve been seeing you eat is that tofu. None of your fresh vegetables or fruit, none of your smoothies, anything!”

“Oh?” Alright. The key was to remain calm, not panic, and channel the exact opposite of Danny and Tucker when they were being questioned by those in authority. “Maybe I’m just finally growing out of my vegetarian phase.” 

Instead of accepting the answer or doing one of her sad, dramatic little sighs, her mom snorted. As in she gave a snort of laughter. Like… what the hell? She hadn’t even known her mom knew what real laughter was. And then she rolled her eyes. “Sammy, for as much as you’re a vegetarian, once you sink your teeth into something you never let go. I know this isn’t you growing out of a phase.”

Biting back and swallowing some bitter words she could say to really make an impression, Sam tried to remember that she was attempting to be more responsible. “Since when would you know? You just ignore my ‘phases’ and pretend they aren’t happening!” Then again, no one was perfect.

“Just because I don’t celebrate them like you do doesn’t mean I ignore them.” Yeah, right. She should just try the other one because that was not going to work- “There’s not a morning that’s gone by that you haven’t gone out to your greenhouse since we had it set up for you two years ago. Not a single morning. And now you’re telling me it’s simply because you’re busy?” 

“That’s because I am.” Stay strong. Sam had to stay strong and win her way through this one or her mom would never leave her alone ever again. “Look, I know you’re pretending to care and all, but I have to go to that ‘awful public school’ that you hate I attend. So, yeah, thanks for worrying or whatever, but I-”

“Undergrowth.” It was a word. It was just a word - it didn’t even have to be his name. It was a word, but it made Sam flinch, scrambling to hold her bag close and look over herself, half-expecting to see vines and leaves and flowers wrapped around her and almost embedded into her skin. 

There was nothing but her usual black clothes and soft skin, though, not a hint of green to be seen. When she looked back up at her mom, she expected to see her smug or even victorious. She didn’t expect her mom to look so… upset. This time it was Sam to break the silence, uttering a weak, near voiceless, “How do you know that name?”

“I don’t… remember much,” her mom said softly, almost as if admitting to something herself. “But I remember flashes and glimpses. You… You were hurt.” 

“What?” Sam startled, looking up at her mom properly before shaking her head. “No- No, I wasn’t hurt. I mean, things got weird, yeah, but I wasn’t hurt-”

“I didn’t mean physically, Sammy.” That had Sam shutting back up, immediately looking away. “That’s why you’ve gotten rid of all the plants in your room and why you haven’t gone back into your greenhouse… isn’t it?” Sam remained silent because, well… the answer was clear enough even if Sam didn’t say anything. Plus, a lie would only sound weak to both of them. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of silence, Sam heard her mom walking closer to her. As much as she wanted to tense up and flinch away and even run, Sam could only relax as hands settled on her shoulders and brought her into a light, soft hug. 

For as many problems as the two had between them, Sam used to be a Mama’s Girl through and through. A long, long time ago she had felt only safety in her mother’s arms and for a moment, just a moment, it felt like that again. 

“Do you know where the name Samantha comes from?” It was a question that Sam hadn’t been expecting and it startled her enough to finally look up into her mom’s face. She was smiling so softly. “When we decided on it I looked up all the meanings and everything I could, and you know what one book said? It said that Samantha came from the name Samuel but had been inspired by the Greek word anthos.”

Sam blinked, taken off guard because she hadn’t expected her mom to ever care about stuff like Greek words and name meanings. She was even more off guard because she knew what that word meant. “Flower.”

“That’s right,” she nodded, hands gently moving to cup Sam’s cheeks in a familiar motion that she hadn’t felt for years. “And when you were born and I was allowed to hold you all I could think was… What a beautiful flower.”

Sam felt her breath hitch, feeling overwhelmed in a way she couldn’t even begin to name or explain. She was half certain she was about to cry, and she was fully certain she wouldn’t even feel bad about it. 

Her mom pulled her back into another hug, a hand gently running through the back of her hair. “You were hurt, weren’t you, Sammy?” Somehow, as if possessed, Sam found herself nodding. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I’m sorry you were hurt, but… don’t let being hurt take away something you loved so much.” 

Sam was gently let go, half-aware of hands brushing away the tears that crawled down her cheeks. She couldn’t even feel embarrassed as she just… stood there. It was an out-of-body experience where she couldn’t even try to be afraid or upset or angry. She just… cried and looked at her mom. And it was nice. 

Her mom leaned in to kiss her forehead, a soft, gentle touch that had Sam’s breath hitching again. “Take your time, Sammy. Do whatever you need to in order to feel better about what happened to you, but don’t let it change you for the worse. Don’t let it make you scared to be who you are - which is a beautiful young lady who likes the color black a little too much and raises the most beautiful flowers I’ve ever seen. Okay?”

Finally - finally - Sam managed to whisper a response. It was soft, and quiet, and cracked through the middle, but it was a start. “Okay.”

When Sam finally managed to leave her house to head out for school, she made sure to stop by her greenhouse, first.

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Reposting this fic here from my AO3 account, you can also find it on the site here!

If you had told her two years ago that she'd also be a halfa, she wouldn't have believed it. Sam didn't crave power and was genuinely never jealous of Danny's gifts the same way Tucker often was. Danny's powers were certainly cool, but she also understood the risks they presented. Frankly, she found herself feeling isolated enough around her parents, the last thing she needed was a secret of that magnitude.

And yet, here she was, finding refuge in the forest after sneaking out. The city became more restrictive by the day; it physically pained her to be around so many pollutants, to witness the grotesque destruction that mankind so worryingly excelled at.

Sam had always been more sensitively attuned to nature than anybody else she knew. She had begun her eco-activism from a young age to the chagrin of everybody around her. In the face of adversity, she remained relentless when it came to what she held so dear. The destruction of the precious rainforests disgusted her, trophy hunting, animal testing... the list went on.

Why else would Undergrowth have gravitated towards her? There was no one else who matched Sam Manson's idealism and love of all things green.

At first, when he was vanquished, she remembered nothing of it. Her mouth tasted of soil so she knew something had happened, but what, she couldn't be sure. But then the dreams started, intense visions of Amity Park overtaken by the resilient roots of the earth. Each time she had such a dream, she woke up with the intense taste of soil in her mouth.

Then she began spending more and more time in her greenhouse. It was damn near impossible to pull her away, more than once she had even fallen asleep in there and woken up to the sensation of plants cradling her.

"What's going on with you, Sam?" Danny asked her one day. She was dumbfounded and only offered a pathetic denial. It wasn't like she was any wiser.

Danny received the answer to his question one day, in the most unexpected of ways.

The trio had been out on a routine ghost hunt but when Sam called for Danny to look out, a green vine sprung from her chest and whisked him away to safety. "Okay, what the hell?!" was the unanimous response from all three.

Then the accusations happened. Danny and Tucker were convinced that Sam was under the control of Undergrowth, a marionette pawn in a wider game of chess. The accusation downright incensed her. "Hey, I just saved your butt, remember?" she spat.

Well, at least the outburst was enough to prove that she was compos mentis. The fire inside of her froze over when Danny protectively wrapped an arm around her waist, apologising and assuring her he just wanted her to be safe. Hell, it wasn't like she could blame him, if the platform boot was on the other foot, she'd have questions too.

As time went on, it became abundantly clear that Sam's newfound gifts were here to stay. At first, they had all tried finding answers only to conclude empty-handed. Sam had even let Danny use his parents's gadgets on her to get to the bottom of what was going on. It was determined that she had a foreign substance in her bloodstream: flora.

Then Danny put the pieces together: when he had fought Undergrowth, the powers he had given to Sam must have remained. Someone had to keep the natural balance, right? What better person than humanity's biggest eco-advocate?

It was a joint-decision to let Sam retain her powers; they had certainly been a great aid and who knew what else she could do in time. She had made it clear though that if she started exhibiting any symptoms of mind-control for Danny to remove the ghost/plant part of her. Sam didn't want to retain her powers to feel superior, she only wanted to fight the good fight.

The same way how Danny would occasionally venture off to the Ghost Zone without her, Sam would sometimes take solitary trips to the woods. Other couples had guys and girls nights out--Danny and Sam had ghost nights out.

The air was languid, tangibly balmy and lacking so much as a trace of wind. Such conditions were of no concern to her. Contrarily, the other side of her thrived in the clammy atmosphere, soaking up each and every bit of photosynthesis. The grass tickled her bare toes as she effortlessly glided through the forest. She could feel the energy of every leaf, branch and bud flowing through her veins. Making her way through, the vines bowed to their Queen and decaying greenery was suddenly resurrected, the flora revived by her mere presence. Locating the perfect spot beneath an ancient oak tree and sitting under its shade, the branches reached down to cradle her. The chlorophyll-enriched leaves dressed her torso, fashioning a bodice. Nearby flowers sprang up and weaved themselves together to complete a skirt. The garments fit like a second skin, their fibres melding to each thread of flesh. Exhaling, Sam closed her eyes and began meditating. Flowers sprung by her feet, Gaia's gift for her return. It was good to be home, away from pollutants and the haphazardness. Calmness washed over her, knowing that she was secure with nature and with her beloved friends. While she may not have always liked society, Sam was fundamentally a humanitarian and no amount of plant-powers would ever change that.

[aikoiya]

DP Alternate Timeline - Lady Nightshade AU 1

I've had an idea running around in my head for a couple years now. Remember Danny Phantom - Ultimate Enemy? With dark futures, 2nd chances, & changing the course of the future? Then later learning about alternate timelines & other such things?

Well, lets take all that & apply it to Urban Jungle. 1 of my absolute favorite episodes in season 3. More than that, what if Danny wasn't able to beat Undergrowth & Sam? What if instead of being turned into Sam's king like she wanted, Undergrowth wasn't about to take any chance & outright fed Ghost Son to his plants?

What if that 1 act set into motion a string of events that eventually lead to his ultimate demise? After all, Sam has always been a very strong-willed individual & I can see her slowly regaining her senses over time. Then, 1 day, she looks around & thinks, "What have I done?!" But by then, Undergrowth had already renamed her "Princess Belladonna."

Sam confronts him before she's ready & Undergrowth, not knowing how much is too much for a human, skewered her through the chest & pinning her to the ghost portal in FentonWorks, killing her, but something happens & restarts her heart. In that moment, she goes from quasi-halfa to true halfa. Her irises glow yellow & her sclera turns mint. It give them a sort of Chat Noir look. (If not yellow, then sort of red wine or burgundy irises with amaranth sclera.) Finally, her hair turns either platinum or silver & her skin becomes a lovely Middle Eastern tan.

When the portal exploded, it was due to Undergrowth spearing Sam because his vine peirced the filter, this is when Sam became a real halfa & it also resulted in a permanent hole being ripped in the fabric of reality. Problem is, without a set frame to contain it, it's slowly growing bigger over time & if it isn't fixed, the world will be flooded with ambient ectoplasm allowing Hereafter Ghosts to go anywhere on Earth they wish & stay for as long as they want without needing to go back to the IR, which could spell disaster for humanity.

Second problem, Sam then passes out, so rather than get a new puppet, Undergrowth possesses her again. He continued on his conquest, utilizing the expanding radius of ambient ectoplasm to slowly move south along midwestern America, wrecking havoc on his way & effectively dividing the country in half, separating the 2 coasts with a vast rainforest of dangerous carnivorous plants.

He made his way through Mexico, all-but causing the natives to go extinct. He then ventured into South America where he made his base of opperations in the Amazon Rainforest.

At some point during that time, Sam encounters blood blossoms & Undergrowth's power fades enough that she's finally able to break free again. This time, she plans to do things more carefully.

So began Sam's long & mentally taxing journey. Her & Undergrowth's relationship became as a Strangler Fig around a tree; Undergrowth the mighty tree & Sam the Strangler Fig. It was slow & sneaky, because she knew she couldn't take the old weed on yet so she lay in wait as every other week, he'd fall asleep & slumber for 12-18 straight hours & THAT was when she went in & drained more energy from him.

As this was going on, other ghosts were invading America & without someone to stop them, they ran rampant. A lot of people died & the GIW were, initially, their best shot, but now that the fight had ventured outside of Amity, it quickly became apparent that they weren't the right people for the job. I feel like the GIW aren't actually an official government recognized group & are really funded by a third party. Possibly started by the CIA with the president having no knowledge of them or Amity, let alone ghosts.

So, when people start going after the president because they say they're government funded, Hartman denies everything & starts doing research. Turns out his cabinet has been keeping a ton of shit from him.

Moving on, Sam also subtly starts training her new powers, even learning that she's immune to blood blossoms & can control them with her botanomancy due to her unique biology as a plant-based halfa.

She tends to keep one or two blood blossoms on her at all times & turns them into either a thorn whip or a blood blossom fencing foil/rapier, both dark purple in color.

Anyway, it continued on like this until Sam possessed far more power than the botanical ghost. Then, on the next day, she tried her hand again & unleashed all the fury & anger & guilt & self-loathing she'd been hiding inside herself for so long, taking what was left of Undergrowth's power for herself as she sent him to the next life by plunging her rapier through his core & causing all Undergrowth's 'children' to become docile, or at least more mundane. She then returned to Amity.

This earned her the titles of 'Queen of Thorns,' 'Lady of the Glade,' & 'Green Maiden.' Her choosing to go by 'Lady Nightshade' rather than 'Princess' or 'Queen Belladonna.'

A good 2 years had passed since Sam's world was thrown upside down for a 2nd time. Now, half the human population was plant food & Amity was deserted; overgrown with plant-life that no longer wished to devour humans. She was utterly alone... It took a long while, but she personally took it upon herself to give each & every person she could learn of a proper burial without her newfound powers. It took SO long, but she HAD to. She- It- It was her fault!

Her loved ones... They hurt the worst & Danny's... Just... numb. All over. Like a hollow ache & pressure. Almost like drowning in the deepest trenches of the ocean's floor.

Upon finally finishing, Sam used the vines in her back to scale the side of her home where she just sort of sat on top of what remained of her roof & stared out over the lush ruins of her town, a massive, swirling green rip in the air where FentonWorks once stood.

Weeks passed & she didn't move an inch, just... processing it all as she looked out at the ironically beautiful savagery that had become of her home.

Then, 1 day, she heard a voice from behind her. "Samantha? What the cheese logs happened here?!" Yup, the fruitloop bailed at the 1st sign of trouble.

Anyway, after this, Sam gets things together & becomes the defacto protector of Earth from ghostly forces because the portal was still a major problem, which gave her a far deeper appreciation for all the shit that Danny had to deal with. The good thing is that her new ghost form had a different look to it than her normal appearance, meaning that humanity didn't know that she'd been Undergrowth's puppet.

Anyway, because Undergrowth was ultimately the one responsible for Danny's death, the title of Ghost King went to him, but when Sam obliderated Undergrowth, it then went to her. When she is eventually crowned queen, the Crown of Fire & Ring of Rage change to resemble a woven laural crown & ring of blood blossom flowers with thorns. So dark purple stims with leaves & thorns & blood red roses. The crown is surrounded by a dark, shadowy aura.

Once Sam turns 24, things suddenly changed. Clockwork merges her broken timeline with Dan's broken timeline & seals him into the new product.

The 2 Earth's merged, bringing the nearly destroyed Amity of Dan's timeline to Sam's Earth. It was now overgrown & though most of the residents were dead, some still survived. Including Valerie (who lost her arm & now has to use a robotic one), her dad, Angela & Maurice Foley, Pamela, Jeremy, & Ida Manson, as well as their once head butler & Sam's new step-grandfather, Benedict Babcock. As well as a new little brother by the name of Joseph. Who seemed to be just a normal, if rich, boy.

When Sam met her parents, it was a huge surprise as they had changed greatly. Beforehand, they were always so bright & preppy & absolutely suffocating. Now, they were more subdued & melancholic. They apologized for having tried to change her & promised that they'd be better.

Sam was shocked, but broke down & apologized for being so stubborn & angry all the time too. Now having seen real darkness, she realized that it wasn't so appealing as it used to be. She was still very punk, but she seemed to finally grow out of her full Goth phase. After seeing real darkness, Goth just feels every bit as fake to her as being preppy did. Now, she honestly sees it as pretty pathetic.

Like, she doesn't reject the shadows & she'll never be froo-froo, girly, but she's also never gonna be that dark & proud of it person again.

Moving on, anyone who had managed to survive in both timelines, merged & gained a second set of memories. This included Vlad. It causes severe congnative dissonance until they were able to sort everything out.

Now, Sam is the only one who can really stand up to Dan as Vlad was far weaker than him. That didn't stop him from trying once he'd sorted his new memories out though.

Sam was able to use her powers over blood blossoms to defeat Dan & contain him.

Afterwards, he was put on trial on both Earth & in the IR. To which he was declared guilty & sentenced to 50 years enslavement & rehabilitation by Sam's prompting.

She really didn't want to, but it was the lightest sentence that she & the counsel could agree upon. I mean, obliteration was off the table from the get-go & eternal torment was out too. She also didn't want to imprison him for a thousand years either. So, she was basically forced to sentence him to enslavement with the equivalent to community service. She was at least able to change it to the Torah's definition of slavery rather than the more modern definition. One which suggested the enslaved had a debt to pay & had to work it off. Once he had, they'd be forced to let Dan go or they'd be charged with abuse of power. However, in the Torah, the longest you could have a slave is 50 years. As such, 50 years is the absolute longest he could be kept & during that time, he'd be treated fairly, yet strictly & would be required to go through therapy. He would be punished for any further misdeeds he committed, because if he wasn't, it'd reflect badly upon his Mistress, a.k.a. Sam.

While the idea of owning anyone galled Sam, she was the only one she trusted to do so & not abuse the power she had over him.

And, now that Dan is faced with someone who he believed he'd killed, he can't avoid her.

Also, he has memories via the Plasmius from Sam's timeline to sort through.

This will end up being what I've taken to calling Blood Rose, which is Danxfuture!Plant!Sam. But it'll take a while.

DP Character Masterlist

[kidgetrash]

Pyrophyte - A Werewolf/Witch AU

Characters:  Keith Kogane, Pidge/Katie Holt, Matt Holt, Sam Holt, Colleen Holt, pretty much everyone will be here eventually!

Pairings: Keith/Pidge|Katie

Tags: Action/adventure, Fantasy AU, smut, fluff, angst, swearing, violence.

Summary:  Katie Holt and her brother, Matt, are gifted with elemental powers, but while Katie's are calm and helpful, Matt's are destructive and frightening.  When Matt runs away Katie sets off from their family home to find him, leading her into the woods where she meets a handsome stranger who is more than he seems.  Join Pidge and Keith on a fantasy adventure that takes them halfway across a kingdom to discover not only the truth behind an ancient legend but within themselves.

A/N:  Okay peeps!  Just in time for Keith’s birthday, I present the Werewolf/Witch Au that spawned from the incredible mind of @piixiefawn !  This was her concept and we have spent the last few weeks both fleshing this out and giggling like idiots when things ran away with us!  There will be art to go with this series by the wonderful Pixie herself and I will continue to fit in writing it as and when I can!  There is no posting schedule other than I will try and make it whenever I can!

For now, relax and enjoy!

Prologue

Her mother had always warned her about wolves.  They were nothing more than brutal killers, vicious and non-discriminatory.  Maybe she should have listened, maybe she should have never ventured this far into the dark wood that her entire village avoided.  They told stories around the fire at night, in the tavern, of creatures that dwelled, worse than the wolves still, but without hard proof she had never believed it.

Katie Holt knew the forest like the back of her hand, both she and Matt did.  Not that their parents knew that.  For years they had snuck off, using the peace and seclusion to tinker with their powers, improving on the little tricks they had learnt over the years at a safe distance from anything combustible or valuable, always returning for dinner with claims that they had been to the village.  She was truly hoping this knowledge would lead her to her wayward brother.  The fact he was unprepared worried her, she was unsure what he had taken but knew it wasn’t enough.  In her heart she hoped he would return with her but her logical mind told her that might not be the case, and if he chose to stay at least she could give him his cape and reassure him he could return home any time.

She has a fair idea of where Matt might have gone, his direction at least, but his destination beyond that she was uncertain.  He had talked so often about the places he longed to visit and the quickest way was through the forest.  They didn’t fear the forest, neither of them, despite the tales the villagers told, and she knew this was the way he had planned to travel.  Going around the forest added at least a day onto the journey, by their estimates, and it had seemed silly not to go the shortest route when they were so confident.  Of course, they had never visited the forest at night.

Katie’s belief that the forest would remain unchanged during the night was quickly destroyed, the familiar surroundings suddenly dark and foreboding.  The nocturnal sounds of the forest she had found comforting from her bed were emphasised up close, haunting and eerie, every sound sending shivers down her spine and raising goosebumps on her skin.  She had always felt at home in the forest; being among nature was akin to being among family for her; but now she felt small and insignificant, an interloper being watched by those who truly belonged, those who hunted, those who preyed, those who ate...

Katie picked up her pace, moving as quickly as she dared through the undergrowth, her heart beating a staccato in time with her rapid footfalls.  The lantern in her hand cast spectral shadows all around, the undergrowth seeming to move all around her.  She tried to logic it away that it was her eyes playing tricks on her, there couldn’t really be that many things out here, they had never seen a single predator in all these years, but as a howl went up she reconsidered that assessment fairly quickly.  A branch broke behind her and she spun, missing her footing and stumbling onto her rear.  She put her hands back to lessen the fall but knocked the lantern from her grasp, and it rolled out of reach.

The new position of the lantern cast her shadow against a large tree and her eyes darted around, listening for any sound, any sign that the noise had been random, which was when she became aware of a low growl.  Every hair on her body sprang to life at once, fear dragging its nails down her spine and leaving goosebumps in its wake.  The growl grew louder as her heart began to pound loud enough for her to hear, but not enough to drown out the primordial sound that had her fight or flight instinct screaming at her to get up and run.  And yet she couldn’t move, she felt paralysed as her breath left her body in shuddering gasps, and before her, like something from her worst nightmare, a pair of amber eyes appearing from the darkness her shadow cast, the growl increasing with its approach.  The wolf was almost as big as the ponies traders brought to the village, she could have easily mounted it, but while it was a large creature it was evidently underfed, and that perhaps scared Katie all the more.

‘You know,’ Katie said quietly as she edged backwards, ‘I’m not really a threat, I’m just passing through, so I’m just going to get out of here and…’  Another wolf appeared on her left, smaller than the first, and was soon joined by three more around the area.  She was almost surrounded.  ‘Oh, you have friends!’  She babbled nervously.  ‘Or family.  Yeah, I have one too, in fact I’m looking for one of them so I have to go.’  She had almost reached the lantern and she carefully drew her knees up, placing her feet in readiness to stand.  The approach of the wolves was painfully slow, each foot falling silently in a gradual progression that made her realise they were toying with her, that the snap of the branch had been deliberate.  They wanted some fun before they fed.  Katie swallowed hard.  ‘So…I’m just going to get out of here, leave you…in peace.’  She said as her hand gripped the handle of the lantern and she began to push to her feet.  Which was when the lead wolf’s growl turned into a snarl, teeth bared as it stopped still, lowering itself in readiness to pounce.  ‘Oh crap.’  Katie murmured, freezing in place as she risked a glance down at the wolves’ feet, sending her power towards the undergrowth around it.  She skittered to her feet and bolted away, even as she heard the jaws snap as the wolf leapt forward.  She knew it wouldn’t get any further, not for a moment or two, as she had tangled it and its pack mates in the vegetation, but she was sure it wouldn’t hold them for long.  She had to hope she could put some space between them, maybe find a tree to climb, anything.

She turned down the lantern so she wasn’t so obvious in the darkness, and that was her next mistake.  They would still hear her, they would still catch her scent, and they would definitely find her now she had tripped over a raised root and fallen headlong with a yelp, her hood falling over her eyes, temporarily blinding her.

Panic gripped Katie, her chest tight and stomach churning, fingers gripping the lantern tightly as she tried to fight through the fear and get back to her feet.  Her basket was beside her, she could feel it against her side, and she suddenly regretted not bringing something to defend herself with.  But first, she needed to see, for what good it would do her in the dark.  She swept the hood back and it cost her valuable time.

A weight landed on her back, a weight with a deep growl and hot breath on the back of her neck.  She couldn’t move, she couldn’t even cry out for help, fear paralysing her more effectively than any of the poisonous plants her mother had taught her to avoid.  Something wet and warm dripped onto the back of her neck and she choked out a sob, screwing her eyes up tight as the last dregs of hope drained from her.  She lay there and waited for the inevitable.

Katie spent what she thought would be her last moments praying to the old gods, to any of the many deities her parents had told her about in stories of the constellations, praying for Matt to return home safely, for her parents not to find whatever might be left of her, and finally for a swift and merciful death.  It seemed to be the most sensible thing to do.

She stilled her breathing, afraid to inhale deeply, this moment frozen, even the wolf silenced, and then she realised why.  A deeper growl was omitting from her right, a noise straight out of her worst nightmares and darkest imagination, something that even the wolves were afraid of.  It got louder, although whether it was getting closer or just increasing in volume she was unsure, and the wolf on her back shifted then stepped off her.  Still she didn’t dare move, and she just lay there, waiting, until she heard the wolves dart away, which left her with what she assumed was a bigger problem.  Whatever this was was obviously the forest big bad something, and the fear inside her didn’t lessen any, but she knew she had one chance.

She grasped the lantern tightly as the undergrowth rustled, the sound getting closer, and she spun, turning the flame back up as she did so, hoping it might scare whatever creature this was long enough for her to run.

What she saw had her freeze again, but this time for a different reason.  Standing over her, with a hand held towards her, was one very tall, very handsome, naked man.

[fundeadasylum]

Phanniemay 2018 Day 18: Revive

Every inch of his body is freezing, cold biting deep into his bones and making his thoughts impossible to organize. He swears he can feel the ectoplasm that makes up his form slowing in its flow and becoming a sticky slushy of rejected snow cone flavors. Every (unnecessary) breath he sucks in sends stabbing icicles of pain into his chest, he wants to cry but his eyes burn with pain every time tears well into them, and his joints are creaking with frost that clings stubbornly at his body.

Wheezing, desperate for warmth, desperate to stay alive, and desperate to save his friends and family from the spreading plague of Undergrowth, Danny tumbles through the Ghost Portal and out of Plant Queen Sam’s reaching grasp…

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When his conscious mind stirs into some semblance of wakefulness, Danny is aware that he is floating. He is floating and he is warm. There is still an icy, broken glass prickle in his chest, threatening to spread and shortening his breath, but it is a distant feeling and nothing that he need worry about now.

Danny cracks his eyes open ever so slightly, his lids peeling apart like sticky tape. Bright light lances into his vision and he winces, but keeps opening his eyes farther, a little bit at a time. His vision is blurry and his eyelids feel heavy all he can really make out are smears of shapes in white and blue. A hospital…?

He tries to piece together what happened.

Undergrowth, the sleep spores, Sam, the ice, the Portal, snow, and then…

Danny’s eyes snap open, wide and burning neon green as panic scours through him. He doesn’t know where he is or how he got there, least of all what’s happening to him. Sparks of ectoplasm pop and fizzle against his bare skin and he jerks back as an icy stab needles into his palm. Bubbles flare around him, the liquid he’s floating in disturbed by his actions, obscuring his vision. There’s something strapped over his face, something that smell of rubber and stale air and he paws at it frantically.

“Great One, please, be still!”

That voice rings clear and familiar in Danny’s ears, muffled though it is by the churning liquid around him. He stills, puts his hands out slowly in front of him (bare of his usual hazmat attire) until his palms press against cool glass. As the water—or whatever he’s in—stills, Danny can see out into the room proper.

“Frostbite?” His own voice sounds distant and muffled to his ears.

The yeti-looking creature beams, showing a formidable amount of teeth as he does so, “Ah, you are coherent. Good! My people were worried we would not be able to revive you from your frozen state. Your core was almost frozen solid!”

“My…what? I don’t understand…where am I? What happened to me? Also where are my clothes?” Danny pretends his voice doesn’t crack at the end of his question.

“You are in the region of the Far Frozen,” Frostbite explains, “In one of our de-icing chambers. Young ones just coming into their ice powers often lose control and, without our help, could end their lives by freezing their own ghost core solid. As for your clothes,” The serious tones in his voice are abruptly upbeat and jovial, “They are in the wash. There were a lot of burrs in your suit.”

Danny’s brow furrows as Frostbite turns away to talk with one of his people nearby.

Frozen core, the ice that had been taking him over, it makes sense now. An unfortunate amount of sense. He doesn’t have time for this, doesn’t have the time to figure out how to stop the ice from overtaking his core, doesn’t have time for any of this! Amity Park is in danger! His friends and family are in danger!

“Frostbite!” The leader of the Far Frozen turns to look up at the Savior of the Ghost Zone. Danny is pressed firmly against the glass of the de-icing chamber, his vigor and spirit revived and ready for action. His eyes glow, scattering green light through the tank and tracing the pale scars twisting around his young frame. He’s grinning, eager, determined, and dangerous,

“Teach me how to control these powers! I have to save my friends! I have to save my family! Teach me, and I’ll pay you back next chance I get.”

Frostbite grins in return, “I was hoping you would ask, Great One, I was hoping you would ask…”

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GUESS WHAT I HATE HOW THIS ONE TURNED OUT OKAY BYE

[ancmalychild]

Trapped, crimson, shadows

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The thorns dug deeper into his skin allowing the green liquid of life ooze out of him. He tried to move only for the vines to tighten. A cold shiver - one he had oddly had to dealt with for that day - ran up his spine causing him to stop squirming as his muscles tensed up. Whatever was wrong with him affected the thorns. If they weren’t too far in, he would have been happy with it. But now they felt like tiny icy needles.

Glowing green eyes snapped to his side. A shadow approached. Undergrowth? No. As it moved closer, he could see it was nothing but vines and a huge purple flower. One that - once it had stopped not so far from him - began to strangely open in an elegant way. Inside she stood; now glowing green eyes locked on to him and the faint look of vines resting deep in her skin. Hard to see from a far however, the closer she came to you, the more you could see them. They were nothing but evidence that his friend was caged against her will just like everybody else.

“S-Sam… please…” Danny manged to speak, slicing through nature’s natural silence. The girl tilted her head. Body moved to crouch in a way the reminded him of a puppet.

“Why do you panic, Danny?” Her voice was soft yet also dull to him. It was like the rebellious girl was gone.

Yet she wasn’t.

Danny knew this. The look in her eyes - the pain in her eyes - told a different story. She didn’t want this. This was what Undergrowth wanted. He was forcing the side of her that wanted nature to win to over power her; to lock the true Sam up inside of her mind so she could become a shadow as this new Plant Sam took over the shell of her body.

Agony was wrote upon Danny’s face. The vines that was coiled around his neck loosened. “Why shouldn’t I? You’re not yourself, Sam. You… you’re being used like a puppet. He’s controlling you.”

A hand - once so familiar now so alien - came in contact with his face, “I’m not being controlled,” the second hand joined, “Undergrowth knew I wanted this. He gave me new power; new life. Together, we shall return what was stolen from Mother Nature.” She leaned in closer, “you can join us Danny. Join us and rule beside me.”

Danny tried to move away. He couldn’t. The vines trapped him; pinned him to the spot. “I-I don’t want to Sam,” a frown appeared on her face, “I understand. I do. Humans have hurt the planet but they also have tried to help. They’re just-”

“They’re hurting her.”

“I…”

“Daniel. The humans are hurting her. Can’t you hear her screaming?” Hands released his face. Sam stood, looking down at him. “You can’t hear her, can you?” If he could shake his head, he would have. However, it felt as if it was attached to the ground.

Wait, what?

Eyes widened. His head couldn’t move. Smaller vines - or roots… whatever they were! - seemed to have grabbed every white strand of hair. He was forced stare up at her as he began to feel them enter. He started to wish whatever that cold shiver was would affect him again. After all, didn’t Sam say something about the cold affecting plants badly? If that was the case, he wanted it to happen now.

It didn’t.

Instead, there was a flicker of light. Rings appeared, splitting into two. Of course this was going to happen. Danny had tried to fight to pain in order to stay in his ghost form. The feeling of the plants cracking open his skull and planting their selves into his body was too much.

Sam, on the other hand, seem to be glad that he was in too much pain to fight back. She was too glad to see that Danny was finally going to see her way; finally going to hear the screaming she heard.

Concern soon washed over her. Her friend was screaming. He was still trying to resist. She ordered the vines to tighten. Green eyes watched as the crimson liquid oozed out of his body. She watched as the screams grew louder. She watched as, eventually, blue eyes faded away to green.

As silence took over the boy below her.

A smile was painted on her.