I got too many art requests and now I'm overwhelmed. Keep sending them, just know... it might be some time before I actually get to it. Also, cat Danny. Meow. 🐠
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Danny - You know when me and Jazz were just kids. Sometimes I'd be playing with my rocket ships and she'd used to tell me things.
Vlad - What things? What did she tell you?
Danny - She used to tell me all the time about the visitors. Being invited into spacecrafts. I asked her if she could bring me along with her so we could be together. So we could explore the universe with each other. The moon, the stars, and the solar system. But she told me they only visited during bed time and while I was sleeping so it wouldn't work out. I used to think she was just making things up. We imagine things, but now.
It bothered him.
Vlad - She told you?
Danny - Thinking about it now I kind of hoped they would have taken me along with her...you know. At least she wouldn't have been alone, right?
His elder sister taken to a place that Danny couldn't follow unsettled him deeply.
Danny remembered their early childhood.
He remembered everything.
Staring at the sky day or night aimlessly, Jazz's frequent nose bleeds, periods of missing time. Keeping certain doors closed at night, or whenever she told Danny about space. How endless it was, how cold it was, and the spacecrafts she was commanded to enter. Despite how fearful she was of aliens she knew they were at least able to help her connect to her younger brother's fixations as he wondered about space exploration, the universe, and it's secrets
All of them culminating into the day her final visitation would end with her disappearance.
@leilakeila and @yowuw had the brilliant suggestion that one of the attractions at adult Danny's tourist trap would be a blob-ghost petting zoo, and the Cujo could be the shop's mascot and security.
All I heard was that Cujo was there and I knew what I had to do.
Feat. St Bernard Cujo! As opposed to Mastiff Cujo from the Service Dog AU
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@leilakeila and @yowuw had the brilliant suggestion that one of the attractions at adult Danny's tourist trap would be a blob-ghost petting zoo, and the Cujo could be the shop's mascot and security.
All I heard was that Cujo was there and I knew what I had to do.
Feat. St Bernard Cujo! As opposed to Mastiff Cujo from the Service Dog AU
Ok but what if inside the Fenton Portal there’s a shadow outline of Danny after the accident?
These are the shadow prints left behind from victims of the Hiroshima bombing, a bright flash of radiation left these images behind. What if the same happened inside the portal?
The only reason why nobody has noticed it yet is because the inside of the portal is dark, if you shine a torch at the right angle the dark smears along the walls become Danny’s silhouette.
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FUNNIEST fucking shit that comes with making Danny eleven years old when he had his accident in "late at night, when the nightingale sings" is the implication following, that everything that happened in the show did too. And I fully intend on (mostly) keeping it like that. There'll be some changes (of which I need to figure out) but for the most part??? Yeah relatively the same.
Like I FULLY intend on keeping Dark Danny occurring 6 months post accident. Do you know how fucking HILARIOUS that is??? That Dan got his ass kicked by a goddamn FIFTH-SIXTH GRADER?? I'd never show my face ever again. Homeboy spent the last ten years being a one-man mass extinction event, only to get his ass beat by a kid who hasn't even lost his last baby tooth. That's hysterical. I'm losing my mind just thinking about it.
AND PARIAH DARK TOO. Imagine being an eons old tyrant capable of dragging whole towns down into your dimension, and you get singehandedly shoved back into your coffin in less than 48 hours by a kid whose bedtime is still 8:30. You didn't even have the time to expand your army! You were still trying to take over the city the kid came from!
And he just!!! Shoves you back in!! Insane! This kid hasn't even been dead for a full year yet! He's still growing in his ghost fangs! And he just knocked you flat on your ass in an oversized mech suit. What the fuck! It's like looking down and seeing a four week old kitten meowing very indignantly at you and trying to bite your feet, except that kitten is also actually a black-footed cat and they have a 60% kill success rate, and oops! Now you're dead. You took too long laughing at the kitten trying to attack you that it clawed up your pant leg and ripped out your throat.
COULD I, realistically, span these episodes out over the course of 2.5 years prior to Danny's family dying?? Yes I could! Do I think it's hilarious (and horribly traumatizing, which makes it twice as fun) to shove all of this into the span of (roughly) a year instead?? Yes. Because the show has such a skewed timeline that I've always just assumed that at the end of the show, Danny was starting his sophomore year in high school. So fuck it, lets go for it!
*POINTS AT WALKER* AN ELEVEN YEAR OLD BOY SUCCESSFULLY STARTED A PRISON RIOT IN YOUR HIGH-SECURITY PRISON, AND ESCAPED. YOU ARE NOT SMARTER THAN A FIFTH GRADER, UNFORTUNATELY.
Like Danny being 14 when all this stuff happens to him is already objectively hilarious when you think about it, but making him even younger just ups the ante by like. ten degrees. Like wow. woaw. he hasn't even taken pre-algebra yet dude.
"ARE YOU STRONGER THAN A 5TH GRADER?" is the title of a bulletin board made by a very brave and, more importantly, very anonymous ghost, that is placed not too far from the Fenton ghost portal.
A tally of wins and loses against the resident baby ghost fighter. The wins make up most of the board.
Attempts by ghosts deemed "SORE LOSERS" to tear the board down has so far been unsuccessful and unfruitful, as it either bears the attack or is quickly replaced.
Some rivals gleefully put the others' loss up for public viewing. Some partners gleefully put the others' wins up for public viewing, even if it is not yet guaranteed. Often, it is not guaranteed.
#the idea that someone put up a tally board is HYSTERICAL. incredible. i love it. someone show bruce this. or like. the justice league after#it gets established. like just for shits and giggles HAHA#i absolutely think that some ghosts go thru the portal specifically bc of that board#like they see it and take it as a CHALLENGE. that or a ‘there’s no fucking way’#‘this has to be satire there’s no way—‘ *one ass kicking later* ‘…okay i may have underestimated the board’
The giggling is pretty far from dignified, but that has never been much of a problem for the justice league.
The hum of machinery is louder than usual. Danny is exhausted and in pain, but it's no so bad. Emotionally, he feels okay. A little light. Bruce's hand is trailing through his hair in a soft and comforting manner, one he will never grow out of.
"This is incredible," Flash laughs, loud voice repeating himself. He can't stop smiling anymore than Danny, it seems.
"I lost count." Clark puts on his glasses, as if they do literally any work, and leans back over one of the photographs Ember had given them (in thanks for not making her the first tally after 4 years, she claimed, before going back to her non mind controlling concerts). "The first three lines make 248. At least I can start from the 4th."
Danny chuckles, and the exhale doesn't hurt. Being near Ember had flared the blood blossoms, but he's getting back to something stable. "I didn't even know it was a thing."
"Incredible," Flash echoes again. "This is hilarious. I wish there were names to this so we could see who lost most."
"The box ghost," Bruce mutters at Danny's side. His eyes have finally left the machines, now resting on a photo of Danny's lair the half ghost had specifically picked to show him. The others can see it later, after Bruce. Maybe.
Talking about his previous hero fights feel light, here, in the face of all his victories, around friends and family who knows what it means to be both scared and bored by enemies. "Maybe," Danny grins, remembering the Box ghost's eccentricities and way of speaking with something nostalgic. "But I did kinda give up on him near the end, whenever he found a box to haunt that wouldn't cause anyone problems."
"You would assume some of them to back down, seeing this ratio," Diana smiles, looking at the pictured board over Clark's shoulder.
"Nah, that's gotta be a challenge if I've ever seen one." Flash puffs at Danny's shoulder, far from an actual hit, soft but physical. "All these bastards thought there was no way they would be beaten by a fifth grader, had to prove the rest were just losers."
Danny hums, thinking on it. "A lot did fight me for the sake of fighting me. I just thought that was from rumors, not an actual tally." He squints his eye, trying to see a picture between the blacks of the images. "I wonder who set it up."
"Whoever they are, they're my hero."
"I lost count again," Clark says, finally putting the picture down. Danny laughs.
Jazz Fenton is not blind to her social reputation in the ever-evolving food chain of Lemures Middle School.
Why would she be?
She’s curated it since the second grade, when she was sick and tired of being picked on by her classmates for reasons involving her parents’ occupations, and the teachers wouldn’t help her. Just like they wouldn’t — and didn’t — help Danny.
It was armor for herself. Fighting back physically or verbally wouldn’t do anything, since she already knew the teachers wouldn’t take her side. She’d seen it happen to the other kids that were disliked like she was. She was at a natural disadvantage that her other classmates were free from.
Fighting openly only got people in bigger trouble and their tormentors more ammo.
So she took the opposite approach. The “kill em with kindness” approach.
Make everyone like her to the point they won’t feel the need to be mean to her anymore.
If that fails, make enough friends that any of her enemies will risk tanking their own reputation trying to cross her.
And, quite smugly, Jazz is happy to say it worked.
This is all to say—
Jazz knows she’s popular. Very popular. And while she couldn’t care less about the “celebrity rankings” that followed around everyone like a stain, that didn’t mean she didn’t know she was solidly in the “S-List” in the eyes of most everyone else.
(A list that her baby brother’s “popular” bullies will never even touch, on account that they’re only popular because they’re mean and have the backing of the teachers.)
(As opposed to Jazz herself and all the other S-List kids, who were popular because they’re nice to everyone and had the backings of the teachers to boot.)
It suited her just fine.
It meant she got away with everything, could talk to anybody regardless of their own social standing, and that anybody who cared about the rankings would listen to just about anything she said, regardless of the request or the reason.
It also meant that she knew just about anything, and everyone told her everything.
Which brought her to her next problem.
“Weston’s creeping again?” Spike asks, frowning as he leans against the wall beside her. His jewelry jangles against his arms pleasantly, and his presence is almost a soothing balm to Jazz’s soul.
Keyword: Almost.
The simmering, protective fury bubbling up inside her chest burns just a liittle too hot to be appeased by anything less than Wes Weston’s weasely little head on a spike.
Jazz promptly pulls her mouth back into a hiss, and spits out a quiet, vitriolic: “Yes.”
Wes Weston: a fourteen year old, ginger-haired boy in Jazz’s 8th grade class that’s been stalking her twelve year old baby brother since the beginning of the academic year. Maybe even before that.
Where Jazz is standing, she has a clear view of Danny and his friends huddled in a little alcove. Danny’s hiding a bruise on his cheek that he couldn’t get to heal fast enough this morning, when an impromptu ghost attack occurred during breakfast.
Jazz had distracted their parents to give him the time to run off, and when she ran into him at the school gate a few minutes ago, she stuffed a few snacks into his hands that she snagged from the pantry. He didn’t get to eat.
He’s leaning into Tucker’s side, some of his curls squishing against his friend’s shoulder, and he’s laughing at something Sam said.
The sight makes Jazz fond beyond words. Danny deserves his pockets of joy, he does so much for the city and never gets acknowledged for it.
What doesn’t make her fond, however, is being able to see the back of Weston’s head, peering around the corner — because Lemures is built strangely and asymmetrically, and Jazz is at a diagonal that allows her a great deal of sight across the quad — and watching her little brother.
There are other students around, coagulating in groups with their friends, but they’re hardly paying him much mind.
There are no teachers. They’re all inside, watching the kids in the gym, waiting to be dismissed for first period.
Jazz digs her nails into her palms and folds her arms into her chest, forcing some sort of pressure on herself so she doesn’t go up behind Weston and drag him to the ground by his stupid hair.
(It’d be the only fight Jazz Fenton would get in, and she has plenty of get-out-of-jail free cards to get away with it. It’d be only a slap on the wrist for her, and utter social death for Wes Weston.)
(All she would have to do is tell the truth anyways: Weston has been stalking her little brother. She has plenty of friends to confirm it for her — they’ve seen it too, both by her asking to snoop on her behalf, and witnessing it themselves independently — and even more willing to lie for her.)
(But if she did that, word would get out. “Danny Fenton has a stalker” would blaze through the grades like a bushfire.)
(It’d reach Danny’s ears, and it’d reach his bullies’ ears too. He’d be horrified and ashamed that something like that was found out, and they’d have material to attack him with.)
It’s a very near thing.
From the corner of her eye, Spike side-eyes her. “Do you want me to get him for you?” He asks, a displeased lilt in his voice.
Jazz’s eyes narrow; she tries to blow up Weston’s head with her gaze alone. “No.” ‘Not yet’ she almost says, because she’s terribly tempted.
Spike’s not as popular as she is, and he’s been in fights before. He can’t get it on his disciplinary record, and she’d need to gag-order him not to tell the teachers why he did it. It’d be a lose-lose all around, and only temporary relief.
She needs to figure out what to do, and fast. She’s been trying to take it slow ever since she found out about Weston’s stalking habit, gathering evidence and witness statements, plotting with her best friends on what to do.
But she’s not sure how much more of it Danny can take.
He’s trying to hide it, but it’s fraying on his mental state. She can tell.
(Jazz is not blind, and there’s a reason she picked up psychology after he died in their HOUSE had his accident. It was to help figure out what was wrong.)
(Like all the times before, it was coming in about as handy as Cassandra’s curse.)
And he has so much to deal with already.
(Jazz peeked into his room once. It was 3am and she woke up sweating from the heater. She’d gone to mess with the thermostat in the hallway, and saw Danny’s glow from beneath his door.)
(She’d laid down flat on the floor to peer underneath, too nervous to actually knock and offer her assistance.)
(They’ve been getting close again ever since Danny told her about dying his powers. But there’s still a glass wall there that Jazz can’t climb yet.)
(She misses the way their relationship used to be, the grief gnaws in the pit of her chest like a gaping wound some nights.)
(But she’d peered under the door one night anyways, and saw him bleeding out across the carpet. Green, viscous, with Danny staring blankly at the ceiling like a corpse.)
(The same way she found him in Mom’s arms the day of his accident. This time, he wasn’t breathing.)
He looks so tired these days when he thinks nobody’s looking. Jazz is always looking out for her baby brother.
So she has to do something soon, before Weston breaks off more of whatever’s left of him.
(Vlad’s doing enough of that already. She’s never forgiven herself for encouraging their family to stay in that house and allowing Masters to get his hands on Danny.)
(She should’ve stayed close. Shouldn’t have left him alone. She wants to snap Vlad’s neck some days.)
(Jazz doesn’t know when she became so violent. Probably around the same time her brother died.)
Her thoughts trail off as she sees Weston shift, tilting to the side — for a fleeting, glorious moment, she thinks he’s going to leave — and reaching into the pocket of his jacket.
He pulls out his phone — Jazz’s stomach twists — and taps his thumb across it briefly. Turning back towards Danny, she catches, even from a distance, the familiar buttons of the camera app.
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