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My Favourite DPXDC Posts

Crack posts.

Kitten Danny

Haunted Doll

Free Hugs

Danny the Professional annoyance

Is it a Birdy or the Devil?

BatBlob

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Fae Amity Park

Danny reforms Pariah Dark in DC

Talia x Danny - Exes who get back together

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Danny flirts with Bruce, So what if he's the same age as Jason?

Operation Blackmail. Infinite Realms Regents kidnap BatKids to save Danny

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Ghost Constantines adopts the Fenton siblings. So does John.

Ellie marries Lady Gotham

Danny declares war on Gotham's curses

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John THINKS Amity Park is a Fae city.

Yeti's to the rescue

Danny reincarnates as a wonderbat clone. One. Two. Three.

Danny posts his parents 'research'. Flash is NOT happy with the scientific misconduct.

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im eating good tonignt NOMNOMNOMMNNM

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Forgot to mention this, but got back from the Movie Theater and watched Master of the Universe and you know what? It's genuinely a good move.

Simple plot, some great humor (A few cringe moments), references to the old movie with Dolph, and of course, there's some sequel bait~!

spoonicksmaximus

I was held by gunpoint to make this, I swear

xomintybreezexo

After the Nasty Burger explosion, Danny knows he can't stay with Vlad. But Vlad is determined to keep him close, even purposefully hurting the clones just to keep Danny in line. Eventually, Danny loses it, accidentally killing Vlad and the remaining clones in his outrage. His mind and core are fractured, and he flees to Central City. Danny needs to take antipsychotics and antidepressants just to keep his memories in order. He can't afford treatment beyond that, so he doesn't bother with it. This leads to a series of events where Danny's core forces him into memories from before the explosion in hopes of protecting him from losing himself completely. There are times when he's perfectly fine and acts completely normal, and there are times when he's manic and obsessed with something, like building new tools for his long-dead parents or trying to find as many books about stars and constellations as possible. There are other times when he wanders around the city, confused and calling out for people who are dead and buried, like a dementia patient. He will sometimes get so focused on finding the people he loves that he doesn't realize when he crosses state lines or accidently breaks into a stranger's home. Flash knows this poor kid has been through some intense shit; the kid can't be in a physical school building without having a panic attack, and he has shown up halfway across the country, looking for his family and calling out for an 'Ellie', a little girl who apparently looks just like him. Flash is certain he's a meta. The times when he's on edge, waiting for a threat to pop out of the shadows, or when he's stuck in fetal position, rocking back and forth and whispering about Him, about being punished for not being his son or for grieving his family, those are moments when his eyes are fully green. Danny doesn't remember much about how he got to Central City, but he knows Mr. Flash is always there to help him, even if he keeps trying to make him go to a doctor to talk about his trauma. He's constantly wondering where Jazz is. She was on track to be an amazing psychologist. She was gonna graduate early, secure an internship at Arkham Asylum in Gotham City, and be the best doctor there! She could totally help him, Mr. Flash! This all comes to a head when Danny mistakenly wanders into the Fortress of Solitude, thinking it's his house back in Amity Park, and starts doing chores while waiting for his mom and dad to get back for dinner. Flash has to call off the cavalry and convince the rest of the team to wait till he can confirm if the intruder is who he thinks he is.

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Oh man, this just gave me a thought.

Like imagine for a moment that danny is having one of his better days and y'know it's not perfect but it's better than normal Mr flash is there with him just trying to help, when suddenly a BIG THREAT comes out of nowhere and civilians are in danger of course (and side note I think most people would kinda recognize danny just for how often flash is seen trying to help him) but before said threat can hurt any one danny just flat out tackles them like goes ghost and just saves the day, like old times

And poor flash is just standing there Heartbroken cause he see it, that this kid was a hero it's so obvious now that it hurts, cause it means that on top of whatever made (cause very few just become hero's for fun) something EVEN worse had to happen to break danny thir much 💔

Man bad time for everyone, huh?

xomintybreezexo

I feel like that would throw Danny straight back to his Amity Park days when he was 14, and he's 18, almost 19 now but suddenly he's asking Flash about his parents again and getting super confused on why Amity Park looks so different. He doesn't even recognize the street signs and he's so lost, as he usually is on his bad days. And Flash understands, suddenly, that several things had to have been happening at once to cause this kid to mentally break down so severely. He has to call Canary, a licensed therapist, and Batman, argubly one of the best with kids, in to help him get Danny home cause he's being more resistent than usual.

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Danny after defeating the bad guy of the day in Phantom Form:

Oh is Flash! I knew the Justice League will come to help us!

Mr Flash sir, thank you for finally coming to Amity Park, here- let me show you where the Ghost are coming- huh, this street must be new?

Where's- Casper High should be here, I think?

Oh maybe this is the old street near my house?

...

Where's Ellie?

Oh no did the Fruitloop take her again?

I have to find her- Wait who? Oh Jazz! Yeah Jazz said she was heading to Nasty Burger...

Oh is Flash! I knew the Justice League will come to help us!

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dcxdp #dc x dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #dc flash #barry allen flash #danny is so lost and scared #barry constantly has to remind him that his friends and family are dead #it breaks his heart every time but he has to #< prev tags #amnesiac danny au

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RIP Marjane Satrapi, author of the amazing graphic novels Persepolis about living during the fundamentalist revolution in Iran in the 70’s and 80’s. She also created the animated movie based on the graphic novels, which is where these gifs come from.

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Reblogging in honor of Marjane Satrapi, one of THE great graphic novelists. Her comic Persepolis was a crucial text for shaping my belief that comics can deeply explore identity, culture, politics, and history.

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*Scrolls past*

*reluctant sigh*

*scrolls back up*

*rebogs*

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Already know I wanna send this to people on June 1

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Audio:

Erika, referencing ebenezer scrooge: You, boy! What day is it?!

Brennan, as a young boy: It's Pride, bitch!

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It's the name of the game to get injured being Phantom. Late nights or early mornings in different friends houses or in his own bathtub, patching up injuries with hissed exhales and clenched teeth.

Tucker has seen him missing a good chunk of his shoulder. Sam's stitched up his wounds; jutting slashes of his stomach before finals. Jazz has seen the worst— the wounds inflicted by their parents— and her fingers only shook minorly while applying ecto-burn cream.

No one outside of their friend group really notices. Long-sleeved shirts are shields and his reputation is his wielded weapon.

He just... kinda assumes it's the same everywhere as it is in Amity Park.

When Danny is forced into a Wayne gala as a begrudging plus-one to Vlad, and Sam weasels into joining them through pure spite and manipulation.

It's downright miserable, especially since he and Vlad had duked it out barely minutes before they stepped through the extravagant doors. Their usual spat made him feel weak and his hands and arms were stinging like crazy, even in human form.

Sam drags him into an empty room the moment she sees him, and only then did Danny notice that he's bleeding. His clenched fists had hid it initially, but now there's red and green tinged blood spreading and smearing on his hands.

"Where am I bleeding now?" Danny questions, almost sounding like he's whining. It's deeply resigned, exasperated, and definitely frustrated.

It's not the first time where he has millions of cuts or injuries and he doesn't know where he's bleeding from.

He instinctually removes his scratchy dress shirt to see if there's more damage on his arms. Scars criss-cross around his entire upper body, and there's more serious burns and cuts than he'd assumed from the fight with Vlad, but neither of the fifteen-year-olds are disturbed.

Why would they be? He's Phantom, and they've done patch-ups everywhere, dozens of times.

It's at this moment that Bruce Wayne stepped into a distant side room to take a call and comes across one Daniel Fenton and Samantha Manson.

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Bruce Wayne stares at them, his phone pressed to his ear.

Danny and Sam stare at Bruce Wayne.

There is a tiny stream of blood that Danny can feel running down his arm like a raindrop on a car window, and Sam's hands pressed against a burn scar on his rib. Guess he hadn't dodged one of Vlad's shots faster than he thought he did.

His stupid dress shirt is tossed over to the side, wrinkled on the floor and very noticeably bloodstained in the places he had been injured. The only reason nobody else had noticed was because he'd been saved by the stupid jacket he'd been forced to wear.

None of that really fuckin' matters though because Bruce freakin' Wayne is right there, staring at the two of them with a gobsmacked expression. Danny really wants to disappear right about now.

"Shit," he breathes, and bites back a wince at the way it lances a sting of pain up his lungs, "I thought you locked the door."

"So did I." Sam says, equally as faint as he. He bets they're wearing the same dumbstruck looks on their faces.

Crap. Crap. Crap. Think fast, Fenton! What can he do to get out of this?

"Do you take bribes?" He blurts out.

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Bruce does not ask follow-up questions out loud.

He files information away the way a knife slides into a sheath—quiet, precise, already planning what comes next.

• Fifteen-year-old boy

• Covered in old scars and fresh wounds

• Casual familiarity with being patched up in bathrooms

• Another adult—Vlad Masters—named repeatedly

• “Obsessed with me,” said with bitter resignation

• Vlad present minutes before injuries worsen

• The kid immediately defaults to bribery and cover-ups

Bruce’s stomach turns.

Not with shock.

With recognition.

Because he has seen this exact constellation of behavior before—too many times—and it never means anything good.

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Danny just doesn't know what to say.

Wow, he wants to think, the unbeatable tongue of Daniel Fenton has been defeated.

All he can grasp is fear at the moment, short and blinding, his inhales becoming sharper and more increased. It tugs at the injury— he should've dodged better, this was his fault now— and he presses a hand to it despite Sam's increasingly loud noises of disagreement.

"He's— Vlad. He just."

He waved his free hand wildly. It's not like he wants to defend the fruitloop, but what can he do right now?

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Well. Vlad's words just revealed there's more to what caused Danny to run than just an abusive situation.

Good luck getting this set of kids to trust adults Bruce! You're going to need it.

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The Worst Branch in the Country

The GIW knows Amity Park is a huge fraud. The “most haunted city in the US”, really? They’ve been checking the place out for decades with nary a peep aside from that couple of crazy scientists that moved into town around twenty years prior.

Because of this, the town became a punishment duty. One of their agents causes trouble? They get put in time out and sent to work for a while in Amity Park. Let those idiots chase after pointless rumors while the actually competent agents work with the more important ghosts. The reports back from the town get barely more than a cursory glance before getting tossed in the shredder.

…Which really came back to bite them when ghosts did actually start to show up, and they didn’t realize until after the Amity Park branch had royally screwed up the situation.

Fuck, they really hope this doesn’t start a war.

Optional DPxDC addition: they call in the Justice League Dark for help with negotiation and taking down their rogue members

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This was it. Today was the day. Today, Evan Stewart was going to organize the GIW archives so that old files could finally be dug up through their very rational and navigable system.

That’s not a normal thing to do, Stewart. No one cares about the file room, Stewart. Get back to analyzing the anomalies in the tri-state area, Stewart. Well, to hell with the naysayers! The file system needed to be organized and Evan was going to do it.

…Okay, but it was really boring. Evan had been working on nothing else for almost five hours now, and his eyes were starting to cross from sorting out all the dates and locations. Even the fact that they were all cool reports of things like Mothman sightings and agitated spirits could only do so much to ease the endless stream of sequential numbers.

He found a breath of relief when he accidentally dug up the Amity Park box and snickered to himself. This should be good; the gossamer-thin veil between Amity Park and the spirit realm meant that the area needed to be monitored, but nothing interesting there had happened. Ever. Not once since the GIW had first been founded in the 50’s. So the place had been relegated to a sort of punishment duty, the GIW equivalent to weeks-long stakeouts with little guarantee of payoff. The reports were usually filed without being read.

Evan settled in to read a long series of resentful reports from disciplined agents being sent on wild goose chases, smirking to himself. The smirk didn’t last three reports.

Twenty minutes later, Evan picked up the whole box and ran to the analytics department, sweating bullets.

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“So this is the situation,” Juno began, doing her best to appear unruffled, despite the fact that they were in an emergency meeting almost two hours after the workday should’ve been over. “Twenty-four years ago, Dr. Jack Fenton and Dr. Madeline Fenton theorize that the spirit realm could be reached through a man-made portal. Their prototype explodes in their lab partner’s face. We laugh at them and forget about it.” She paused, glancing across the room. No one was laughing now. “Four years ago, they managed it.”

Juno had worked for the GIW for more than forty years. She’d been the head of the analytics department for almost twenty, working as the communications hub between research, spiritual relations, and security. She thought she’d seen it all by now. The situation at Amity Park? Was like nothing she’d even imagined.

“How the f-” Byron caught the boss’ eye and stopped himself. “How?”

“That’s not the main problem right now,” Juno said. The research department would be looking into it, of course, but there were more immediate concerns. “Obviously, with a permanent portal open between the human world and the spirit realm, all hell broke loose, literally. There are ghost attacks, plural, every day.”

“How many fatalities?” Paul asked, leaning back in his seat with a grim look. As head of security, he’d probably seen his fair share of agitated ghosts, and some of them could get nasty.

Individual spirits could usually be appeased without too much trouble, contained if necessary, but a flood of spirits straight from the spirit realm? Even a well-staffed branch like New Orleans or San Francisco would struggle. Amity Park had a skeleton crew.

“So far? None,” Juno said. She folded her arms behind her back with a sigh. “By some miracle, the actual grace of God, I assume, a guardian spirit took up a post there very early on. Judging from the descriptions, he’s newly dead, five years at most, and it must have been brutal, because he’s keeping everything in check almost single-handedly and despite the interference of amateur ghost hunters. The… poor quality of the information is making it difficult to discern what his exact criteria are, but our leading theory suggests that he’s a peacekeeper of some kind.”

Meaning he wanted everyone to be safe, which was a godsend in the current situation. Most guardian spirits weren’t so forgiving, even if they tended to be more morally driven than other ghosts.

Leon, the GIW head, sighed and rubbed his forehead. He was the only one there who’d been on board longer than Juno, going from research to security to analytics before finally settling into a leadership role. He’d been the one to establish deescalation as the primary protocol of the GIW. “And dare I ask what the Amity branch was doing during all this?”

“I’m so glad you did!” Juno chirped, a vein pulsing in her temple. “They’re among the amateur ghost hunters shooting at the guardian spirit. They’ve decided to detain him for experimentation and execution. For some fucking reason.”

She allowed them all a minute to absorb that. Several heads went ‘thunk’ on the tables. Some composure had apparently been lost as they transitioned to overtime.

“What course of action do you recommend, Agent J?” Leon asked tiredly. They’d worked together for long enough that he trusted her judgment.

“We need to send a new, competent team out to Amity Park,” Juno said. “I’ll have some recommendations on your desk by tomorrow afternoon. I suggest only transferring in agents with excellent spiritual relations skills, and as few combat agents as we can get away with. Trust me, if half the reports are true, that guardian spirit doesn’t need any help on that front, and he’ll only feel threatened by them. We’ll need to do a full internal review of the Amity base staff, but most likely the whole branch will have to go. After that, we need to speak with the Fentons and the Red Huntress, as well as the guardian spirit that now essentially owns Amity Park. This situation needs to be deescalated yesterday. And Agent Lambda?”

Leon raised an eyebrow, and Juno took a deep breath.

“The guardian spirit is a child ghost. They need to be careful with him.” They might not be any physical threat to a ghost of his described power, but ghosts were sensitive at the best of times, and this one had been through a lot in a relatively short amount of time.

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Elena Alamilla, Agent E, got her first glimpse of Amity Park’s guardian two days after she transferred in. He was exactly as the reports described, to a degree that was startling; she’d never seen ghosts so solid before, let alone one that was also so newly dead. In the right circumstances, Phantom could’ve been mistaken for a living teenager, white hair and all. Kids liked messing with their hair.

These were not the right circumstances. One of Amity’s ‘repeat visitors,’ a ghost identifying himself as Technus, had taken over a parking lot and was loudly declaring his intent to become a Transformer. He was making a surprising amount of progress.

“Introducing you to those movies was a mistake!” Phantom yelled, and then rammed into the construct feet-first at a high enough velocity that it went crashing down with an indignant shout.

“Have you ever seen anything like this before?” Agent T asked Elena, not taking her brown eyes off the fight. Her honey-blonde hair was braided back, out of her face, and she tugged nervously on the end, unintentionally betraying her discomfort with the proximity of the fight.

Elena considered. She had sixteen years’ experience to T’s four, all in one of the GIW’s most active branches, so it wasn’t unusual for the younger agent to check with her. “After Hurricane Katrina,” she said after a moment. “That riled up most of the spirits in the area, it wasn’t pretty. But these two seem to be in a pretty good mood; I think they’re playing. You don’t usually see ghosts blow this much power on play.”

“I WILL BECOME TECHNUS PRIME!” Technus screamed. “AND CONQUER THIS TINY HUMAN PLANET!”

“You missed the whole point of the movie, dude!”

Agent T whistled, twisting her braid hard. “I would hate to see either of them in a bad mood.”

Elena watched Technus fending Phantom off with one hand while he psychically tore the cars apart and fused them back together in a more Transformer-like shape. “That’s why we’re here, isn’t it? Find a way to keep everyone happy. If all this guy wants is to play with human tech and pretend to be a Transformer, we’ll drag together a junkyard just for him. I’ve done more work to appease weaker ghosts, honestly.”

“Is it that easy?” Agent T looked rightfully doubtful.

“No,” Elena admitted. She blew a black lock out of her face with a grimace. She’d need to pick up more hair ties; there was too much action here to leave it down. “For one thing, I think he came here to play with Phantom.”

Agent T frowned. “What makes you say that?”

Elena nodded at the bickering ghosts. “Most ghosts that you find in the material world are either bound here, like Phantom, or they fell through a natural portal and got stuck. Technus isn’t either of those - and he’s not trying to stay here, so he’s visiting. But he came here for a reason. Either he actually wants to be a Transformer, which he could probably do in the spirit realm, or he wants to fight Phantom.”

Phantom smashed through one of the Transformer’s arms, sending the dangling portion crashing to the ground. Technus swatted him away hard enough to crack the trunk of the tree he hit, then started trying to rebuild the broken arm.

“This is crazier than that guy that wanted us to reassemble his beanie baby collection,” T muttered.

“Not getting cold feet, are you, T? I thought you were all excited about the research opportunities here.” Elena wasn’t really surprised. Amity Park and all that it promised would be overwhelming for most agents, even the more experienced ones.

Agent T huffed. “No! Just… processing. These ghosts are so next-level powerful that it’s hard to grasp that they’re the same thing as always. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a ghost do more than shatter windows before.”

Elena gave her a reassuring smile. “Maybe it’s easier when you’ve seen the full scale,” she said. “Focus less on the destruction, more on what drives them. Ghosts don’t do anything they don’t want to do, so figure out what their goal is and help them out. I promise you, they’re all just people underneath the fuss. These two? They’re just roughhousing, and they’re-” She winced as Phantom’s body cracked a concrete wall. “-getting a little careless with it.” She grinned. “Boys being boys.”

“Boys being boys,” Agent T muttered incredulously, but she did seem more relaxed after that.

Elena leaned back to watch the encounter. Like she’d said, ghosts usually reserved displays of power like this for when they were actually upset. But these two had essentially unlimited access to ectoplasm, and so there was nothing stopping them from expending as much as they wanted. It was, in its own way, fascinating. There were so many unusual dynamics at play here. If the last guys hadn’t stirred up the locals so bad, this would’ve become their most active research facility overnight.

Soon after, Phantom phased through Technus’ Transformer, and Technus came tumbling out with an outraged wail. Phantom tossed him, then kicked him into the ground and grabbed something off his hip - a capture device, the ‘Fenton Thermos,’ that seemed to be his signature.

“Next time I’ll show you Star Trek,” Phantom promised Technus, and then caught him in the miniature vortex. Technus wailed indignantly as he was pulled inside, and then Phantom attached the thermos back onto his belt.

Belatedly, Elena registered that the fight was over, which meant-

“Wait, oh shit, oh shit,” Elena muttered, hurrying back to the van and gesturing for Agent T to do the same. T did so without question, but it was too late; by the time they’d started it up, Phantom was already gone. Elena set her head against the wheel and sighed. “Ah, hell.”

“Don’t worry,” T said dryly, glancing around at the destruction. Already Amity Parkers were starting to wander back in, confident that their guardian spirit had made it safe. “I’m sure we’ll get plenty of other chances to talk to him.”

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It only took another few days to - well, Elena didn’t want to say corner him, that had bad connotations right now, but they got close enough to talk to him. He was chatting with a few of the other regulars, the biker ghost and his girlfriend and shadow, and all four of them stiffened as the GIW van approached.

Decisively, Elena stopped it and got out early, hands in the air, and they let her approach - thirty feet, twenty feet. Phantom slid in front of the other ghosts and took a guarded stance, and the biker pulled his girlfriend onto the bike and revved it with a glare, but if that was as hostile as things got, Elena would count it as a win.

“Hey,” she called out, keeping her voice calm. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I’d like to do the polite thing and make a tribute to the guardian spirit before we officially settle into his territory. It’s okay if you and your death-bound stick around, I know you probably don’t want me around anyone so newly dead.”

She was maybe laying it on a little thick, but people tended to sit up and take notice when you used the same cultural terms that they did, and ghosts were no different. It was a form of respect, to match language with someone, and she did her best - tribute, guardian spirit, his territory, death-bound, newly dead. Terms that ghosts used to talk about themselves, which were almost always distinct from the language used by both ectologists and spiritualists. (GIW agents usually fell into a bastardized blend of all three.)

And sure enough, she caught their attention. The biker and his girl exchanged a baffled look, and Phantom gave the other two a quick glance before returning his attention to Elena, still wary but not quite as defensive.

“Is this a joke?” Phantom asked sharply. His voice echoed faintly, resonating with itself. “You’re the Guys in White. You might be new here, but I recognize those uniforms. You’ve been here almost as long as I have.”

Elena took a deep breath. The trick would be explaining it simply enough that the young ghost wouldn’t lose patience with them, but thoroughly enough to give them a second chance. “No jokes here,” she promised, hiding her nerves the best she could. If any of these ghosts lashed out… “The local admin, Agent Alpha, has been operating against official GIW policy for years now. He and everyone that worked under him has been fired. We’re moving ahead now with approved protocols, starting with making an offering to any guardian spirits that have settled in the area.”

Phantom scowled at her, unimpressed. This close, she could see that mist was wisping off the ends of Phantom’s hair, the start of a morph. His wary snarl bared fangs, and his skin was tinted a faint green. It was fascinating to see such a young ghost so clearly; the green ran along illusory veins, barely visible in his temple and cheeks.

“Do you think I’m an idiot?” Phantom snapped. His ectoplasmic gaze was piercing; Elena had never seen eyes so vivid before. “Get the heck out of here.”

Elena winced. This wasn’t going well. But the female ghost’s eyes narrowed, studying her and her partner with sharp eyes. T shifted nervously, taking half a step back before stopping herself.

“Phantom, wait.” Phantom raised his eyebrows at the woman, but nodded once, and she continued, “You mentioned a tribute, right? Let’s see if it’s something worth having.” Her derisive tone said she doubted it, but honestly, it wasn’t anything Elena wasn’t used to hearing from more powerful ghosts.

“What the heck is a tribute?” Phantom hissed to the woman. Both she and the biker ghost snorted.

He was seventeen, Elena thought, maybe eighteen at a stretch. Edging into adulthood, but baby fat clung to his cheeks and softened his face, and his shoulders weren’t as broad as they might have become. With both feet on the ground, his image crystal clear, she again thought that she could have mistaken him for human, but for the bright glow that cast shadows even in the light of day.

She couldn’t even call it an uncanny valley effect; the resemblance was comforting rather than unsettling, and a part of her wanted to step forward and hug him. She held herself back. This was a guardian spirit, not a human child.

“It’s how you curry favor with a powerful ghost,” the biker ghost said, low enough that Elena almost couldn’t hear. They were still uncomfortably tense, Phantom not taking his eyes off her even as he listened. “We’re too backwater to do that around here, there didn’t used to be anyone worth buttering up like that, but people do it to ask to move onto someone’s territory or for help with a problem or something.”

“Didn’t used to be?” Phantom echoed, brow furrowed, and both ghosts rolled their eyes at him. Elena hid a smile and noted to herself that despite Phantom’s considerable power, typical age dynamics seemed to play out between him and the older spirits.

“So, human, what did you bring?” the female ghost demanded, tapping her foot impatiently.

Elena slipped her hand into her bag, swallowing nervously as all three ghosts followed the motion. Then she pulled out the offering HQ had provided, and both older ghosts whistled in impressed unison. No recognition in the guardian spirit’s eyes, though; they were lucky the other two were here.

“Damn, alright,” the biker huffed, and elbowed Phantom in the side. Phantom grunted in irritation and hopped a few steps away, like a kid. “Take it. That’s Angel’s Ambrosia. Most ghosts never even see one of these.”

Phantom didn’t look convinced, but he held out his hand. Elena tossed it over: a small, round fruit that looked a lot like a mangosteen, but with a sky blue rind. It split easily under Phantom’s hands, revealing the honey-colored fruit, segmented like a tangerine and glowing faintly.

“…You can keep talking,” Phantom said after a moment. He took two segments and offered one each to the other ghosts, who looked surprised but pleased. “And you can put your hands down. I know you don’t have any weapons on you.”

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Elena did so with a shaky exhale. “I’m Agent E, and this is Agent T,” she said, indicating T behind her. She kept her voice even and steady, but her eyes lowered from Phantom’s. “We were transferred here from the New Orleans branch. The new admin, Agent Mu, is from there too. I’ve been watching her calm agitated spirits for over a decade, and she strictly disciplines agents that are disrespectful to the dead.” Phantom jerked his head slightly. Go on. “She’s put agents on desk duty for raising their voice. The last time someone fired on an nonviolent spirit, they were let go on the spot.”

“Define nonviolent.” Phantom’s suspicious look didn’t waver. Given what ghosts were like around here, Elena supposed it made sense.

“Lizzie was agitated, and things were flying, but she hadn’t attacked anyone outright,” Elena clarified. As she’d hoped, Phantom’s shoulders loosened subtly at the way she referred to the other ghost. “Official policy says that no one fires on a ghost unless they attack someone directly, and to only subdue them if they’re actively endangering civilians.” It wasn’t usually a firing offense, but Maya really was particularly strict.

The other two ghosts looked bored now, but something about the way they stood on either side of Phantom told Elena that they were still tense. A third ghost morphed out of the biker’s shadow and begged, and Phantom gave them a segment of the fruit without looking. It was still cupped in his hands, untouched save what he’d shared with the others.

“The other agents… they were rushed out, weren’t they? How many are moving in?” Phantom asked. His voice snapped out like a whip, confident and demanding, far from the playful quips that usually characterized him.

“Six,” T said, from Elena’s right. Phantom’s attention shot to her, and she met his eyes. (Challenge behavior; Elena would have to warn her about that.) “Along with us and Agent Mu, there are two scientists, Agents G and N. Agent G is spiritually sensitive.” Phantom’s brow furrowed, and T caught on before Elena did. “That is, he can sense the presence of ghosts and liminals. And Agent S, the combat agent, is for legal reasons. He’ll stay on base when in uniform.” Phantom scowled, but didn’t verbally object.

“The scientists. What do they do? What are their specialties?” Phantom asked sharply. It was a fair question considering what Agent Alpha had directed the previous science staff to do. Elena suppressed a shudder. Standard cleanup hadn’t been enough to get rid of what those guys had left behind.

“Agent N is an ectopsychologist,” T answered calmly. “He studies ghost behavior on an individual and group level. The unusual ghost interactions here present a unique opportunity on that front. Agent G specializes in ectoradiation. This area is saturated in it, and we’d like to make sure there are no adverse effects.” There was a long list of GIW scientists clamoring to visit Amity Park already, but they needed to keep the staff limited and harmless for the moment.

Phantom considered them for a moment, then nodded sharply, apparently deeming them acceptable. “What do you want?” he asked, no less wary but dropping the protective steel edge he’d had before. Tellingly, all three other ghosts relaxed, stepping away out of their tight formation.

Phantom finally picked out one of the segments and popped it into his mouth, and his eyes actually closed for a moment, letting out a pleased moan. Elena smiled to herself. Supposedly, something about the fruit resonated with a ghost’s core, and it tasted like bliss.

“We’re hoping to establish peaceful relations with you,” T said, still unwavering. Hands at her sides, but palms forward, open. Relaxed. “The situation at Amity Park needs to be deescalated; it’s too volatile right now. If anything happens to you, everything comes crashing down.” Phantom’s scowl said this wasn’t news to him. “We’ll talk to the Fentons and the Red Huntress, try to get them to calm down. You keep doing what you’re doing. Is that acceptable?”

Phantom tilted his head, studying them. “What’s the catch?”

They exchanged a look. Agent T shifted uneasily, and Elena shook her head, trying to reassure her. Typical guardian spirit behavior - they tended towards paranoia.

“We’ll be a lot more active in town than the last guys,” Elena said at last, looking back at Phantom. “They kept to themselves when they weren’t hunting, right? But you’ll probably see us around town a lot. We’ll be doing PR work, teaching people about ghosts-” Phantom scowled harder. “-the real stuff about ghosts, the way you talk about yourselves.” The scowl eased, but he was still frowning. “And we might suggest some changes to try and keep damages down. There are less destructive ways to keep ghosts happy.”

“…You can stay,” Phantom decided, eyes narrowed. He cupped the rest of the fruit against his chest possessively. “But I’ll be watching you.”

“You can even show up and ask questions if you’d like,” Elena promised him. “We’ll explain anything we’re doing to you.” It was important, very important, to get on this ghost’s good side and stay there. “Are there any rules we need to follow while we’re here?”

Phantom raised his eyebrows, like he was surprised to be asked, but he nodded.

“You don’t threaten anyone with a weapon, don’t capture any ghosts, don’t blackmail anyone,” he ordered. “If you start intimidating people, I’ll know about it.” That was somehow even more threatening. “And you two!” T jumped, but Phantom turned to the ghosts. “Don’t break anything, don’t scare anyone. The Red Huntress will be out at five. You have ‘til then. Thanks for the help.”

All three of them grinned at him.

“Don’t mention it,” the biker said, leaning forward on his bike. His girlfriend hopped behind him. “See you around, Phantom.”

He glanced at Elena and T, scowled at them, and disappeared. Phantom kicked off the ground, and did the same only seconds later. With that, they were alone.

Elena wiped the sweat off her brow.

“Hope we get used to these guys quick,” she said ruefully. “That was more stressful than those unlicensed summoners last year.”

rynan16

I have ideas bouncing in my head and cannot do anything with them, so I shall place them here in hopes that someone sees my plea for it to be written-

Possible Ghost King Danny AU here and just like, the absolute drama when the G.I.W. learns that said protector spirit is also the literal king of all ghosts now.

Even if it’s not a Ghost King AU Still pleanty of shenanigans to go around when they find out that the ENTIRE TOWN ended up in the ghost zone, and Phantom fought off the literal ghost king to save the town (and his rogues). Like holly specters they need to be even more careful, because this ghost just broke the power scale.

Reveal shenanigans. Like, they eventually learn that Danny’s half humaan and not full ghost and on the one hand, fascinating, how does that even work? On the other hand, oh gods, this has been a literal child, still in school, keeping the town safe. Sure things have calmed down now, but the fights sure seemed serious in the beginning if those reports are to be believed. Also, wait, the protector spirit is the son of the ghost hunters who made the portal?! Is he safe?! They’re trying to dissect his ghost form! Oh my lord, he died how?!

Agent G. They’re spiritually sensitive. Can they still tell that Danny is Phantom when in human form, or does he just read as way more liminal than the others? Does Agent G struggle to pinpoint anything specific because like, littersally everyone in town is at least a little liminal, or is everything very clear and easy to read? I have questions!

liketolaugh-writes

I've been putting off the Good GIW AU until I finish Life and Death (it's not so far off now!!) but here's a bit more because it's been so long, again-

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Cory sprouted an enormous headache the moment he laid eyes on FentonWorks, and it only got worse the longer he looked at it. "What the hell is that."

Agent G shrugged, only a faint furrow in his brow betraying his thoughts. Cory sighed, resigned himself to the situation, and stepped forward to knock on the front door. He in no way wanted to be responsible for delivering a certified Official Apology to the Fenton family, but unfortunately the only available alternative was Agent G, which was out of the question.

No one answered the door. Cory hesitated, then pressed the doorbell. He listened for footsteps.

liketolaugh-writes

They excused themselves soon after, when both elder Fentons had lost themselves in the folder of studies. Danny all but chased them out, making sure they didn't go anywhere but out the door. It was borderline ghost-like behavior, something G pointed out quietly after the door had shut behind them.

Cory nodded. "If he's that contaminated, they're lucky he never developed ectoplasmic oncosis," he said, referring to the last stage of ectocontamination poisoning. "Maybe children are better able to tolerate it on top of being more susceptible."

G shrugged, offering no further thoughts, so Cory tucked the thought away for later. If nothing else, he suspected this town would provide some data on that front as well. If only they'd been here from the beginning! Cory had never been so thankful for his flawless spiritual relations record. He might not be great with humans, but ghosts, Cory could be patient with.

"Soil samples?" Cory asked G.

"Soil samples," G agreed.

kizzer55555

I can’t wait for them to meet Red Huntress. I’m just waiting for her and the Fentons to realize that ghosts have feelings and emotions and have an existential crisis, along with them attempting to make amends (lol, imagine them trying to learn ghost customs and culture to appease Phantom and Danny has no idea what’s going on). Also, do the new GIW ever figure out that the Fenton kids aren’t just positive about ghosts but actually have a good relationship with them and can even just walk right up to a ghost to talk without any hostility on the ghosts part? Because that will be crucial to peaceful relations if they can have a liaison or ambassador for the human side. Especially ones already informed about ecto science.

Also, do the GIW even know that there’s a cure for Oncosis? Because they knew about Vlad yet he still hadn’t been cured for 20 years so I’m assuming they have no known cure for it and most people die or have to live with it the rest of their lives. (Usually it’s death though considering how bedridden Vlad was until he became a Halfa) And when Vlad was cured it was in Amity and more a local affair so it might not have made it into reports. Because once they realize the Fentons have a cure it’s going to be revolutionary in ecto medicine. It’s like finding the cure for cancer.

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sentient-tent

This is Tie, she is going to eat all of the notes

sentient-tent

reblog to feed her notes

elodieunderglass

How is she doing this

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Putting Percy in Naruto is hilarious because most people are willing to live with Konoha's everything with them being the closest thing the series has to good guys but Percy 'feuding with the king of the gods since 12' Jackson would rather die. Just imagining the hidden villages trying to categorize him and figure out who he's loyal to brings me joy.

Percy “Do Better” Jackson is going to tear down Konoha and rebuild it from the ground up but that would actually be too much work. So he will instead make his own summer camp and obtain missing nin or other talented individuals and train them up and No this is a camp why are you calling it a hiding village??? Thi don’t even hidden??? Hello!!!???

evilminji

I mean... every ninja past a certain point is at least a LITTLE bit crazy. So... sure, boss. This is our "camp". We live in "cabins". Everybody gets matching shirts. And you are the Definitely Not A Kage, "Camp Director".

Meanwhile? Percy is outside his new camp with a broom. Yelling "fffffuck oooooooff" and swinging it at Zetsu and the fucking Shinigami, who is like? "Rude? I LIVE here, brat? Was here FIRST??"

Percy is basicly the Sage 2.0. He's a half God. Chakra would go *excited gasp* "for me~♡?" And supercharge his EVERYTHING. Like? Huh. Well.... that's new.

babbling-babull

I wonder when in the timeline this is? I wanna say pre-Uzamake slaughter

evilminji

For best results? It'd probably be dropping him in like MID- attack on Uzushio? So most of the ninja there are def alive but the village infrastructure is fuuuuuucked. More rubble the buildings at this point.

So like? One moment: it's Uzushio's last stand. Civilians cowering in the bunkers. All hands on deck. Even GENIN, fresh from the fuckin ACADEMY at desperately trying to hold the line. The Uzukage himself? Bleeding out Chakra to hold the final emergency barrier like a fatal wound.

When?? The FUCKIN OCEAN rises up to attack in invaders.

No a water jutsu. Oh no! The OCEAN. As in, like, fucking ALL OF IT. A metric FUCK TON of unstoppable, unkillable, and utterly endless watery DEATH. That ocean! And there? Looking pissed? Is just... some dude!

....we like some dude! In fact? We here at Uzushio LOVE our new best friend Some Dude! He's invited to the wedding and every family gathering we'll ever have! Some Dude for president Kage!

Those still left alive? Salute you! But like... also our Kage is NOT gonna recover from his glorious last stand. He's fucked. We're fucked! We thought we could count on Konoha, but they NEVER FUCKIN SHOWED UP! So like? *slowly put the hat on our new beloved friend Some Dude* no take backs. We're YOUR problem now. *uzu-nin has used Audacity! It's super effective!*

And like? Shit, man. If the new kage says we're a "camp" now? Guess we're a camp! We'll call it what ever you want, ocean god! Just keep telling the other villages to fuck off! We'll work around ya! Seal the new place to hell and back! Fuck it. We're all in on this "let kids be kids" thing! Sounds nice, honestly.

babbling-babull

All I can imagine is Percy accidentally getting married to a Uzumake

Meanwhile the Uzumake are just going Gotta Get Those Genes In The Clan. Look At Him

evilminji

That'd be hilarious. Mostly because he def is married to Annabeth. So like? "Wise girl, honey, love of my life? ......promise not to be mad 🥺" says the strongest guy in the Elemental nations, like a kicked seal pup. "They tricked me."

Annabeth, unsurprised: "I leave you alone for FIVE MINUTES, Percy. Five! How the FUCK are you in: 1) another dimension. 2) A military dictator/camp director. And most importantly, 3) fuckin MARRIED? Bigamy (marrying two people? Probably spelled it wrong.) Is ILLEGAL! Also, what the FUCK, seaweed head?!"

"They said it was a PARTY! D:> I thought they just wanted to celebrate being, you know, not dead!!! Dont be maaaaaaaad! T^T"

Meanwhile the Uzumaki wife is like: I, for one, WELCOME my new, probably also a God, sister-wife! We're gonna be besties! I'm totally cool with being the second wife of a god. Fuck knows I have know idea how to run an ocean, after all! Now I can watch the kiddos and do ma projects! :D

Like? Lady. Ma'am! That is NOT the problem here! Annabeth "i am the one who knocks" Chase is gonna tear reality apart to come kick my ass! My MOM is gonna be DISAPPOINTED in me! I'll never recover! In fact, I think I might die! D:>

But like? Critically? He never divorces his new a wife? Cause "what? No. I promised." *abject confusion at the mere concept of abandoning or hurting this woman he married just because she tricked him*

He and Annabeth (and their new... third? Friend who is legally also a part of this marriage? *shrug noises*) will just have to figure this out. You know... on top of the whole *gestures to most of the Elemental Nations still trying to kill his "Campers". And trying to culturally reform this whole ninja business.

And, y'know, possibly accending to godhood, now that Chakra is supercharging his divinity and there doesn't seem to BE and native God's in the way, already CLAIMING the Domains. (Where the fuck-? It's like some sort of... cataclysmic event happend? Like they were all drained into non-existence, dispite their worshipers. Some sort of.... super parasite. With roots. 🤔🤔🤔 what could it have been I wonder? Only one who seems to KNOW is the Shingami and that's only because you can't actually, y'know, kill death.

Not that the dude's doing so hot. Seems a little unhinged, actually.)

babbling-babull

... when they invited him to the wedding a few additions back nobody bothered to mention it being HIS Wedding

catlips001

FUCK. honestly just FUCK. We missed a very important day yesterday.

battebitch-deactivated20200410

what was yesterday, cat?

catlips001

I’m not missing it this year.

bonjaboo

@raccoonmilf

raccoonmilf

I missed my raccoons’ birthdays this year because I had to work :( it was tragic

should-be-sleeping

You are 60% water and every lake, river, pond, swamp, creek, and ocean you encounter wants to reclaim it desperately. Be careful out there.

should-be-sleeping

Good, I hope it haunts everyone about to enter a body of water so bad that they wear a life jacket. 🙌

should-be-sleeping

Every single person I knew (past tense) who has drowned was "a strong swimmer." Water in the wild does not care how good you are at swimming.

should-be-sleeping

I mean this with all due respect:

You are not going to pass a skillcheck against a rip current once it has you.

Waves will not bow to your physical prowess no matter how impressive.

Shock does not care that you used to be on your school swim team.

If you hit your head, being good at swimming isn't going to turn you face-up while you're unconscious.

You may be unable to return to shore. Rescue may be unable to find you quickly.

joanthreatt

Scheduling this for when weather starts warming up. Be careful swimming this summer

eldritchmochi

i would also like to note, as someone who cannot swim, that the people who are blasé about life jackets are only people who are confident in their swimming abilities. im out here picking swimwear to minimize chafing from life jackets because i have an appropriate fear of drowning

beardedmrbean

illinicoise

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

spn-fandom-breathing-heavily

not even risking that shit

codyslipring-deactivated2015060

scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button.

tumblgang

She ain’t no games in real life so I take her serious all the time

Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS

I’m not climbing no mountain with a pig on my back, 🙅🏽🙅🏾🙅🏿 Negative.

skuubasally

Nope. I know better, have your reblog Madame Zeroni.

luckytaters

who the fuck is Madame Zeroni

saudadesinfinitas-deactivated20

Look at these stupid children who don’t know who Madame Zeroni is

drayaintshit-deactivated2019030

☝🏾😂

callmedeku24

Man lissen if you don’t know you better ask somebody AFTER you hit the reblog button

emeraldmercury

Idk who she is but I have an exam today so I’ll reblog her

haiku-robot

idk who she is but i have an exam today so i’ll reblog her

^Haiku^bot^0.4. Sometimes I do stupid things (but I have improved with syllables!). Beep-boop!

jacobmick

Because wise, I am.

seymonecristina

Oh fucks no she’s back lmao must reblog. I’m sorry guys

silverslipstream

Reblogging Madame Zeroni because I would hate for my great-great grandson to get hit in the head by running shoes

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So my beta reader for the Big Fics is an astrophysicist, right. Who is currently also writing a hard sci-fi novel about the exploration of Phobos (more power to them, I cannot with the physics required for that, best I can do is soft sci-fi/fantasy and that reminds me I should finish that story).

Anyway I was bitching about how hard it is to come up with feasible planets in Star Wars because sometimes you need a new planet from scratch and sometimes you need to know more about a planet than the 'has jungles, is probably a moon technically' than Wookieepedia will give you, and they're like 'oh yeah I can do something about that'.

So they've written (in Matlab but they swear it will run as a .exe as well and I may be conscripted to embed it as a web tool at some point) a star system generator.

You input what you know about the planet (ecosystem, population, sun colour, does it have liquid water, does it have a moon or moons, is it a moon or moons, temperature averages, atmosphere, you get me) and it will give you the... everything else about the star system, in obedience to real-universe physics. And if you input nothing you get a randomly generated star system.

And I’m like oh I know people who will be into this with a vengeance, and they're not on Tumblr, so this is me seeing who exactly would be keen on, and I cannot stress this enough, a real-physics comprehensive star system generator.

It's still in the debugging phase (last error fixed: every planet wants to have a population of exactly 5000 regardless of other factors, turned out to be a missing equals sign somewhere), but I'm psyched for this and trying to gauge interest for how high a priority 'make this an accessible web tool' needs to be.