It's a lie, I'm not a ghost!

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It was a dark, hot, uncomfortable night.

Seriously, sorry for taking so long orz

Okay, so I’ve decided to open writing commissions. To cut a very long and very complicated story short, my car is pretty much dead. I need to buy a new one as soon as possible, and by ‘new’ I actually mean ‘something that’s cheap and reliable’.

The commute to university takes me two buses and a tram, plus a bit of walking. This takes about two hours. In contrast, a car takes me roughly twenty minutes. This difference in time allows me more study when I need it, and an opportunity to exercise if I don’t need to do extra study. In addition, I need the car for work. Unfortunately, I work as a tutor. The school year is soon coming to a close. That means I’m going to run out of work in just over a month, and I’m finding it very difficult to find a retail job.

So. Commissions.

Examples of my writing can be found on my fanfiction account. Some of those pieces are rather old, but the newer ones are a fairly good indication of my current abilities.

Prices ($AUS) $5 base fee for anything under 1000 words $10 for 2000-5000 words $20 for 6000-10,000 words $30 for 11,000-15,000 words $40 for 15,000-20,000 words

No more than 20,000 words, sorry - projects like that just get too big and take up too much time. The only thing I don’t write is smut. However, I’m not very good at writing humour either. I’m fine with everything else, but reserve the right to deny any requests that make me uncomfortable. (People tend to say that I’m fairly good at angst, if that floats your boat)

I’ll write for pretty much any of my fandoms - my main ones are listed on my tumblr about page. If something’s not listed, you can always ask me if I’m familiar with it!

Contact me through my tumblr ask box. For lengthier messages, my submit box and fan mail are both available. I can’t access this site every single day right now due to my current schedule, but I should reply within three days. If I haven’t responded in that time frame, tumblr ate your message, so you’ll have to send it again. From there we can organise all of the details.

Not hard to guess who’s who eh?

Okay so these were like super duper fun, also proved to me i’m terrible at drawing thin dreads or twists but i tried my darnedest! (and i must admit lil Dani is my fav

Still got like a second page with Jack, Maddie, Jazz and ghost form Vlad and Danny, that i’ll finish some other time @w@ back to commission work! almost done~

My fav revamp so far, Sam’s gorgeous gown from Parental Bonding

No one was particularly prepared to see Danny Fenton transform into the town’s personal hero. It was one of those things that, in hindsight, clicked for everyone. The disappearances and the injuries and the way he’d slowly cut himself off from the world. No one had realized a person could be both alive and dead at the same time.

The Casper High hostages watched, huddled in the corner of the humid gym, as Danny got to his feet and pointed an ectogun at the ghosts swarming their PE class. His legs were sturdy as rocks, back ramrod straight. Those who could see his face said his eyes were set to kill.

Somehow, the absence of his two sick friends made him bolder. 

He kicked off on his back foot as he fired into the three ghost swirling and looping through the air. The beam made contact with one of them. It fell with a sizzling hiss, a small screech of pain. Fenton loosed a thermos from his belt and sucked it up. 

The next one dove for him and sliced at his head. Fenton ducked, but not before it mowed a portion of his hair and elicited a streak of crimson red that came streaming down his face. He spun and sucked it up like the first.

It wasn’t until the third wraith dove and rammed its claws through Danny’s side that the boy finally transformed. It happened with a crackle of light and exploding energy. Half the students had to cover their faces from the assaulting brightness. 

What emerged was the figure of their idol. He had his hands firmly clamped along the ghost’s arm. Phantom released a jolt of electricity that sent the ghost into shrieking spasms. He phased through it, lowered the thermos, and sucked it up like the first three.

His shoulders slumped. His whole form lost its rigidity like a robot unplugged from the wall. He turned and surveyed the crowd with flashing, spastic eyes. They were wide and so bright. The heroic confidence radiating from his form had vanished and left behind a child in its wake. His legs took a few careful steps away from his peers, shaking this time. His free hand found a hold over his green-leaking side.

"I-I can explain," he stuttered. "Just let me…turn back." His words were drowned beneath a flurry of whispers and breathless gasps. Clips of disbelieving questions assaulted his ears. People stood, stepped forward, hands out and purposeful. They approached like a hoard of toddlers intent on touching an exotic animal to confirm it was real. Danny remained as Phantom, even with his eyes screwed in concentration and his legs stumbling backwards.

A loud crack stopped their approach. Swirling purple and blue manifested in a hazy, oblong circle. It condensed on itself to reveal an near-human figure whose face was shielded by a cloak. The new threat sent the Casper High students barreling back into their huddle with renewed shrieks and yelps. 

Phantom spun, hand still clamped to his side. “Clockwork?”

The figure yanked his hood back near the nape of his neck. Tired, fiercely-red eyes looked the ghost boy up and down. “The same.”

"What are you doing here?" Phantom’s attention shot back and forth between the students and the new ghost. He clamped the thermos tightly in his left hand, fingers draining to white. He held the lid down tighter.

"A favor. Well, I am doing you a favor. Usually this is tasked to someone much more impersonal.”

"TAKE HIM DOWN, FENTON!"

Phantom’s head flicked back to the students. Some junior, pitch-black hair soaked in sweat and letter jacket clamped snug over his shoulders, had rallied to his feet and punched the air. 

"KNOCK HIS HEAD OFF. SUCK HIM UP LIKE THOSE OTHER GHOSTS. WE BELIEVE IN YOU."

A cry of support followed his outburst. Phantom stood, entranced, at the trusting rallies that exploded out in unison, the battle cries, the backwards apologies from Dash red-faced group of friends.

Clockwork’s hand came down hard on Danny’s shoulder.

"I am not here for a battle," he announced to the students. His head tilted downward until he whispered in Danny’s ear, "That transformation, it wasn’t intentional, was it?"

Danny shook off his hand. “What? Just tell me why you’re here!” He thrust a hand out to the crowd of students, the one holding the thermos. “I’m a little busy dealing with THIS right now.” He hugged his side harder.

Clockwork wasn’t looking at Phantom; he’d refocused on the oozing wound at the boy’s side. “You’ve crossed the line, Danny.”

"What line?" Phantom breathed back.

"KICK HIS ASS, PHANTOM!"

Danny twisted with a flinch. “KNOCK IT OFF. JUST FOR A SECOND. HE’S TELLING ME SOMETHING IMPORTANT.”

"…Thank you," Clockwork answered as the bubbling cries drained to nothing. He floated forward and grabbed the hand Phantom had pinched to his side. Gently, Clockwork eased it off, exposing the hole beneath Phantom’s ribcage that had been drilled through his stomach.

"You’ve gone too far this time. Don’t worry—everyone does eventually. You’ve just done it a little sooner than most."

Phantom tripped backwards, head shaking. He refixed his hand over his side. “No, that’s not it.”

Clockwork tilted his head. “Can you change back?”

Phantom swallowed, stared, and stopped shaking his head. “Am I…a ghost now? Am I stuck like this?”

Clockwork’s eyes flickered to the anxious crowed. “Only if you want to be. I’m here to give you the option out.”

"What option?" Phantom gnawed on the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood. The silence rang louder than the cheers had moments before.

"The option of oblivion. It’s not bad. Peaceful, relaxing actually. Usually an observant is here to explain this, but I figured you’d take my word more willingly…"

Phantom took to shaking his head again. “Are you crazy? No! No I can’t leave yet. You see the absolute mess happening behind me?! I gotta—I gotta deal with that! How’m I supposed to leave now?!” He gestured wildly to the silent students, who were now privy to the ghosts’ conversation in the silent, echoing gym.

"You can stay if you like, but you’ll stay like this. Forever. And when your human mind decays, there will just be a ghost left behind. Not you. Not Danny Fenton. Phantom—who will find an obsession to fixate on and spend the rest of his days disturbing the peace to accomplish it."

Phantom’s jaw trembled. “Can’t you just…fix me?”

"I told you. You’ve crossed the line. This is beyond my powers." Clockwork put his hand out, palm upturned and inviting. "I’m the last train out of the station. Are you coming?"

Phantom unfixed his hand from his bleeding side. His bright eyes shined wet and wide out at the crowd of silent students. There was an apology laced in them.

The students had gone deathly silent. No one dared to breathe.

"Fenton?" Dash finally asked. He sounded ten years younger, more like a kid lost in a grocery store than a teenager held captive in a gym,

Light erupted around Clockwork and Phantom. Most students shielded their eyes. Some yelped in surprise. When the brightness faded, it didn’t leave behind a single shred of evidence that either ghost had ever been there.

Only a leaking trail of green ectoplasm peppered the floor, congealing into puddles, pulsing green. Students watched Dash get shakily to his feet. He walked to the nearest green puddle and tilted his head down. He stared, silently, until his head shot up.

"Phantom!?”

No one answered.

He spun back to the crowd, back hunched and arms out. His attention turned to Kwan. “Help me find him you idiots! He was injured! You just gonna let Fenton bleed out like that after all the times he saved you?”

No one stood. No one even moved. 

Dash swung his head down to the puddle again. It fizzled faintly, leeched into the air. The little pool of ectoplasm dried up almost instantly.

He slammed an open palm down into the floor and found only dry wood remained. Not a single trace of green stained the ground. 

He balled up his fist and brought it down on the filthy floor. Dash fell back on his haunches and stared, wounded, at the silent crowd of students still huddled against the wall. 

No one had been particularly prepared that day to learn Danny Fenton had been their hero.

(fluff inbound)

"Oh shoot, stupid—no, no did I drop it? Crap. And why—it—it won’t—" Maddie jammed her thumbnail into the closed hatch of her ectogun. She peeled open the battery compartment and patted absently at the floor with her fee hand, searching for the missing screwdriver. 

She looked up to find Danny staring at her from across the room. He cocked an eyebrow at her, covered the distance between them, and retrieved the screwdriver from beside the living room table. He held it out to her with a small smile.

"Thanks, Sweetie," Maddie answered. She clenched it between her teeth and found the screw holding the whole gun together at its spine.

"What are you doing?" Danny asked.

"Trying to fix this darn gun." Maddie let out a sharp ow and retracted her hand, staring in dismay at her cracked nail. “It won’t fire.”

"Can I see it?"

Maddie bit her lip, but relented. She thrust it out delicately, blaster pointed away from Danny, and gave over the screwdriver with it.

"Careful," she warned. "Don’t want to shoot yourself."

Danny turned it ninety degrees before lifting it from her hand. “That doesn’t mean you have to turn it toward you, Mom. Not much better if I blast you.”

Maddie waved off the concern. “This gun is special…it only injures ectoplasmic entities.”

Danny’s jaw tightened. He nodded. “Oh.”

Maddie watched him survey the gun. He flipped it over, smoothed his fingers over the handle, played with the hammer in back. Her attention shifted to him, to his skinny, scar-peppered arms and the defensive stance of his legs.

"Danny, can we…talk about this?"

Danny looked up from the gun. His lips were loose, eyes apprehensive. “Talk about what?”

Maddie threaded her fingers together, head falling. “You gotta believe me…If I’d ever known—if your dad or I ever knew—we wouldn’t have…We never meant to scare you. We never meant to hurt you like we did. I’d take it all back. God I’d take every bit of it back if I could. The portal. The hunting and the—”

Danny’s hands had frozen on the gun. He stared hard at his mom before sinking into the couch next to her. 

"I didn’t tell you to make you feel guilty, Mom." He flicked open the battery hatch.

"You kept it from me because you were scared of what I might do…I just—how could I make you feel that way? How could I make it seem like…like ghost-hunting came before you? Before you or your sister? I’d never…” Maddie couldn’t find the words to continue. Her knuckles had gone deathly white.

"I kept it a secret for a lot of reasons," Danny answered back calmly. He popped out the strange, square-shaped batteries that hummed green at his touch. "For a lot of selfish reasons too. It was easier."

He flipped the batteries in his hand and turned his head. Maddie looked up like a scolded dog, but the anger she expected to see in his eyes wasn’t there.

"I hunted you," she whispered, and she could feel the knife those words left in her heart.

Danny laughed. Maddie felt her whole world rock.

"You should have heard the jokes I made about that." His eyes sobered and he jimmied the batteries back into the gun. "You want to know why I waited so long to tell you, Mom?" His free hand found her shoulder and gripped it hard. "Because of this. Because I was afraid you’d blame yourself. You and Dad are scary, yeah, but it was never anything I couldn’t handle. It was a choice I made for reasons I can’t really explain, but don’t for a second think this was because I didn’t trust you, or didn’t love you, or believed you loved me any less because of it.”

Maddie’s lip trembled at the relief welling in her heart. “But I still—”

Danny silenced her with a playful blast to the carpet. 

"Stop trying to fix this, Mom. It isn’t broken."

Maddie stared down at the carpet, at the patch Danny had shot. True to the gun’s purpose, it hadn’t so much as left a stain behind on the entirely non-ectoplasmic rug.

She put out her shaking hands and eased the gun back. 

"How’d you…fix this so quickly? You didn’t even take it apart."

The clothes don’t fit what he was wearing during the accident, nor does the hair. So where did he pull inspiration from?

One theory I’ve heard is that as he got more and more malevolent over the years, his ghost form slowly changed with him, and I think that’s a neat idea. The fangs show he’s clearly not human anymore (as opposed to the fact that Danny kind of looks like a glowing human) and the costume shows that he wants to look impressive, to make others know how powerful he is.

The hair though… Look a bit familiar?

What if in wake of Phantom Planet, Danny becomes a sort of ghost ambassador and basically makes a deal with the GIW that they can’t do sick experiments on ghosts anymore or destroy the ghost zone. And they agree.

However, the GIW did still want to continue their work and figured that Danny and the fam are pretty oblivious to stuff as they’ve pulled the wool over their eyes before for so long… and they figure that there is at least one ghost that is exempt from Danny’s pity, should they be discovered…

…so they catch him, investing large portions of what remains of the budget for these experiments on equipment to capture their subject. Once wretched from his solitude in space, the GIW take the ghost to an isolation chamber on Earth. They bury the case files, leaving a select few staff members in the reportedly abandoned facilities. Deeper and deeper they go, until they are virtually undetectable, undisturbed. Months have passed since the disasteroid catastrophe and the passing of those pesky treaties… but the testing is underway.

The experiments are successful, ultimately helping them gain insight on what makes Danny Phantom tick without his knowledge. The scientists ignore the screams, the pleading… and only occasionally pause prematurely when the subject inevitably transforms…

Almost a year has passed. The subject has stopped asking questions about the outside world, even when it is let slip that a treaty had been made. The GIW become careless, making the assumption that the subject’s proverbial spirit has been broken. Security is laxed, some former employees who still hold interest in the experiments are allowed to view the sessions. They begin to move the subject around, to better fit their convenience…

They don’t expect his core to die out.

Ahhh sorry it’s not exactly what you wanted, but another peep asked for like the same thing and i thought “two birds one cute picture” @w@

He’s still fighting ghosts, obviously, but he’s got duplication down for the most part, and after burying the hatchet with Valerie some years back she’s helped a lot in curbing the amount of ghosts he has to fight on a weekly basis.

He’s still keeping his identity as Danny Phantom secret from the town at large, but he told his parents his secret in college, and in any case the town’s kinda warming up to him so that’s cool.

So for four years maybe he’s doing awesomely at his teaching job, his students love him and he has the admiration of his fellow teachers, including Lancer, who is thankfully nearing retirement.

Then one day an obnoxiously powerful ghost attacks the school and his students are freaking out and he’s telling them to calm down when he hears one of his students screaming in the courtyard and without even thinking he goes ghost flies into the courtyard and beats the ghost

into

the

ground

Just whaling on him all while yelling at him like how dare he attack the school how dare he put Danny’s students in danger

Do you know who I am?!

I’m the guy who defeated Pariah Dark!  You are nothing!

And after like ten minutes of beating this poor bastard to a pulp he goes back to the classroom, not even bothering to change back and asks if everyone’s okay.