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Danny doesn’t often go to protests. But this time when Sam asked him to come along to an Animal Rights protest, he accepted.

It’s when they leave Amity when he gets knocked down by Cujo, who decided that that moment was the perfect time to play a game of fetch, that he decides to just take the little guy along to the protest.

He couldn’t say no to that little face that looked at him oh so sadly when he told Cujo they couldn’t play right now cause he had somewhere to go.

And besides, what could go wrong?

He didn’t think he would end up in an argument with another guy at the protest about the hypocrisy of going to an animal protest with an animal that seems to be cruelly dyed a different color.

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So far so good. Granted Danny and Sam had gotten a hand full of judgmental looks for having Cujo with them to the protest, but no one had actually said anything. That was till this moron had to speak up.

“I can’t believe you would be here when you obviously can’t even treat your own dog right. The poor thing is obviously dyed completely green. What kind of cruel owner are you?”

Oh, it was on now. The thing was, it wasn’t Sam who whipped around to tear into the dude, well she did, but Danny beat her to it.

“Oh, I’m so sorry that my dog offended you. After all it’s not his fault a human security company decided tech was better. They could have sent him to be adopted out to a family, but no, instead they decided to Fuck Animal Rights, and take a far darker crueler path. So why don’t you shut up about what color he is and maybe reconsider why he is that color.”

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Beast Boy

Danny doesn’t often go to protests. But this time when Sam asked him to come along to an Animal Rights protest, he accepted.

It’s when they leave Amity when he gets knocked down by Cujo, who decided that that moment was the perfect time to play a game of fetch, that he decides to just take the little guy along to the protest.

He couldn’t say no to that little face that looked at him oh so sadly when he told Cujo they couldn’t play right now cause he had somewhere to go.

And besides, what could go wrong?

He didn’t think he would end up in an argument with another guy at the protest about the hypocrisy of going to an animal protest with an animal that seems to be cruelly dyed a different color.

Point is. Everybody knows about the existence of ghosts and stuff right? So Danny covers cujo's ears and goes.

Danny doesn’t often go to protests. But this time when Sam asked him to come along to an Animal Rights protest, he accepted.

It’s when they leave Amity when he gets knocked down by Cujo, who decided that that moment was the perfect time to play a game of fetch, that he decides to just take the little guy along to the protest.

He couldn’t say no to that little face that looked at him oh so sadly when he told Cujo they couldn’t play right now cause he had somewhere to go.

And besides, what could go wrong?

He didn’t think he would end up in an argument with another guy at the protest about the hypocrisy of going to an animal protest with an animal that seems to be cruelly dyed a different color.

Danny doesn’t often go to protests. But this time when Sam asked him to come along to an Animal Rights protest, he accepted.

It’s when they leave Amity when he gets knocked down by Cujo, who decided that that moment was the perfect time to play a game of fetch, that he decides to just take the little guy along to the protest.

He couldn’t say no to that little face that looked at him oh so sadly when he told Cujo they couldn’t play right now cause he had somewhere to go.

And besides, what could go wrong?

He didn’t think he would end up in an argument with another guy at the protest about the hypocrisy of going to an animal protest with an animal that seems to be cruelly dyed a different color.

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So far so good. Granted Danny and Sam had gotten a hand full of judgmental looks for having Cujo with them to the protest, but no one had actually said anything. That was till this moron had to speak up.

“I can’t believe you would be here when you obviously can’t even treat your own dog right. The poor thing is obviously dyed completely green. What kind of cruel owner are you?”

Oh, it was on now. The thing was, it wasn’t Sam who whipped around to tear into the dude, well she did, but Danny beat her to it.

“Oh, I’m so sorry that my dog offended you. After all it’s not his fault a human security company decided tech was better. They could have sent him to be adopted out to a family, but no, instead they decided to Fuck Animal Rights, and take a far darker crueler path. So why don’t you shut up about what color he is and maybe reconsider why he is that color.”

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Danny doesn’t often go to protests. But this time when Sam asked him to come along to an Animal Rights protest, he accepted.

It’s when they leave Amity when he gets knocked down by Cujo, who decided that that moment was the perfect time to play a game of fetch, that he decides to just take the little guy along to the protest.

He couldn’t say no to that little face that looked at him oh so sadly when he told Cujo they couldn’t play right now cause he had somewhere to go.

And besides, what could go wrong?

He didn’t think he would end up in an argument with another guy at the protest about the hypocrisy of going to an animal protest with an animal that seems to be cruelly dyed a different color.

But sometimes that is also the main reason, why they are so out of touch within family matters, and why the six of them are currently standing infront of each other in one of the hallways of the watchtower, flabbergasted and confused while pointing at each other.

Maddie, The scientist: Jack dear, were you aware of our kids working here?

Jack, The engineer: Nope, But I'm know realizing why they needed our signatures!

Jazz, The therapist: I'm not paid enough for this.

Danny, The hero: Ancients, Wraith you became a Sidekick?

Dani, The sidekick: I got kidnapped by Wonder woman, while travelling who am I to reject her?

Dan, The villain: Well there's goes my plan on destroying the watchtower

*Super Man, Batman, and Wonder Woman finally arive*

*Jazz, Danny, Danni, and Dan all turn to look at them with smallest in front, tallest in back.*

*Maddie and Jack are off to the side a bit*

{Danni}: Hi I’m Danni, *Points at Danny* this is my brother Danny, *Points at Jazz over her shoulder* this is our big sister Jazz, *Points directly up* and our older brother Dan! *Looks at Jack and Maddie at this point* Oh, and those are our parents.

Sorry, that’s harsh.

Let’s rephrase that. They didn’t arrive at the same time because they didn’t actually know all the others were going to be there. After all, this is a family that respects privacy and doesn’t pry.

(Which may or may not be a nice way of saying that the parents are always too hyperfixated on their projects to ask any questions even when it’s questions they should be asking, like if their children are injured after the latest big ghost fight. Plus Dan, Danny, and Danni are still so used to keeping secrets that sometimes they forget they don’t have to anymore, at least not from their family. And while Jazz did used to be pretty nosy and in everyone’s business, she’s been busy with her new job lately.)

Which brings us to this moment now, where Danni is proudly introducing her family after running into them in the halls. 

The three founders of the justice league have thoughts. Many, many thoughts.

Why did Jazz get left out of the ‘Dan, Danny, Danni’ naming scheme? Did that ever get confusing at their house? Did the parents simply run out of ideas for names?

But no! There’s more important things to consider! 

How did they not realize that these various individuals were connected? 

The three knew the Fenton parents were coming to sign paperwork for Danni. After all, she is a young sidekick and Wonder Woman invited them for a reason. It’s important to keep guardians involved whenever possible with their youngest heroes.

And perhaps Wonder Woman should’ve recognized the similarities between her young sidekick and Phantom. Or at the very least, she aught to have recognized the shit eating grin Danni wore when she claimed she only looked similar to the hero Phantom because she idolized him. Really. That’s all.

She had wondered why Danni couldn’t stop snickering that day, just a few weeks ago when wonder woman decided to take the ghost girl on as a sidekick.

Now she is realizing how much of a chaos gremlin her new sidekick is going to be.

Superman, on the other hand, only has eyes for the Fenton parents. Because he’s worked with Danny quite a bit, enough so that Phantom has shared more with him about his life than he has with any other of the heroes. Superman might well be one of the only heroes that is even aware of Phantom has family in modern day times and isn’t some ancient being. In fact, he’s almost gotten used to the alarming casual comments the ghostly hero makes on a daily basis.

Almost, but not really.

These are the parents were so negligent with their lab safety that Phantom’s food gets contaminated by ectoplasm and often comes to life? The parents that used to shoot at him on a frequent basis, not knowing his alter ego? The parents that didn’t even realize their son had died in their lab?

Sure, Superman knows that he’s missing much of the context. Perhaps it isn’t as bad as Phantom’s random offhand comments about fighting reanimated food or dodging blaster blasts from the home security system made it sound. Perhaps it’s fine. 

Still, Superman is struggling very hard to not punch said parents right now.

Batman, on the other hand, is staring in a way that implies he’s piecing together a million little parts of a puzzle and doesn’t like the final picture. He’s also worked with Phantom several times now and while he knows that his colleague has a human side, he doesn’t know too much about it. Sure, he’s wanted to pry and dig up all those secrets… But he’s been trying to be better about that on the advice of the watchtower’s new therapist.

Besides, Constantine has been very insistent that prying into the ghost king’s secrets could easily be seen as a major offense, enough to start a war.

So Batman has left it alone, as much as the mystery of the seemingly eternal teen itches at him.

But now, staring at Jazz, the watchtower’s newest therapist, he wonders how he didn’t realize. After all, he knew that Jazz had several siblings. When doing his background research, he even thought that Danny looked oddly familiar. He had not realized that Danny was Phantom, however, not until he heard Wonder Woman’s new sidekick introduce Phantom as such.

Forget ‘invasion of privacy’ and ‘if you want your teammates to trust you, perhaps you can exercise trust towards them in return’ and even ‘if you start a bloody war by pissing off the king of the infinite realms then I’m not helping you fix it’.

Batman is never slacking on his investigative research again.

Though that leads to a much more important matter… he and the others had thought Phantom to be a rather ancient hero, for all that the ghost looked like a teen. After all, Phantom appears in several ancient historical depictions.

But now, hearing that Phantom is Danny, the younger brother of Jazz…

So. The Fenton are known in the Inventing community. They are beloved for their innovative ideas, bizarre workarounds and sheer resourcefulness all wrapped up in their universal hatred for proper schematics. They are also functionally cryptids who only show up in occasional online posts when they get Really Excited about their newest whatever, because it is well known that they have a hyper fixation and inventing simply isn’t it, it’s the method to the larger madness goal. So when they join a meetup for fellow (mad) UNORTHODOX inventors/scientists, in GOTHAM, no less, the perfect testing ground for anything and everything, they pull out all the stops. People fighting each other for the honor of approaching the good Dr’s, except they dueled it out before hand to save that much more time.

What is that, Dr Fenton and Dr Fenton? Your having relationship troubles with your darling equally genius children bc they’re now old enough to both have and be expressing their own opinions and have Thoughts for the OSHA disaster they live amongst? Your son’s clear nuerodivergency is kicking in hard and he’s struggling in school? You’ve had a problem in the past where you try to bring them to events but they get annoyed or bored and start causing Problems? Fear not, they are prepared! They’ve scoured every past conversation they’ve collectively had with the entire family to find out interests for this very scenario! Cutting edge astrophysicists lured in with Bulgarian coffee definitely not stolen from the mob, brilliant and very enthusiastic psychiatrists fished fresh from Arkham, the president of NASA they’re paying an obscene of money for by the quarter hour! They are ready! They are excited! People are happily going about pranking the various bats and birds keeping a wary eye on things, there are no widespread fires or cross contamination, all is well!

Then. Then.

Some Bitch who has heard the news ahead of time about the Fentons and their reputation ruins EVERYTHING by being a hair too interested in the youngest, most feral of the Fenton clan, due to his combined brilliance and past lab accident with unspecified mysterious biological results. He’s kidnapped right out from under four separate minders, visible and otherwise, during their carefully planned lunch break.

The audacity! The betrayal! The fUCKING GALL AND STUPIDITY!

Everyone involved is uh,, Miffed, to say the least. The Fentons are of course in all flavors of Feral Protective and are narrowly being held back by every distraction the entire crowd can throw out at them to keep from tearing around downtown for their boy. Look, a shiny! Right in front of you! Best scoop it up for testing later even if you can’t look at it too closely now on your warpath! Ah, Mad Jasmine, we heard you’re getting into college application age and well with your parents’ budget being what it is despite their frankly miraculous inventing abilities we thought you might appreciate us setting up a meeting with this one person where if you can impress them you could get a full ride, quick, don’t disappear and be suitably distracted for 0.4 seconds, please! (This only kind of works)

This is matched, however, by the rage of the convention goers. They had an ITINERARY. They have ADHD! That took so long to plan, where they planned for each Fentons’ attention span for each new inventor being thrown their way being 10 minutes or an hour! They had settled Grudges just for today! This weekend is the golden opportunity they’ve been waiting for for years! THOU SHALL NOT RUIN THIS.

So then a pack of rabid mad scientists tear apart a random abandoned Gotham apartment building with whatever the hell they had on hand, which is of course, quite a bit. Many squatters and goons alike are very spooked.

If we REALLY want to amp things up we could have the villain in question nabbing Danny not be Joker or the Black Mask, but Vlad, out to ruin yet another Fenton family outting.

Que panik among the conventionees. Fellow rogue madmen they could handle but CUSTODY ISSUES? Oh god, somebody say they have a lawyer somewhere in their contacts. Maybe if they scrape together for one of the really good Mob lawyers they can have this finished by the end of today and will be able to move on with the convention and everything will be fine. They’ll have to squeeze the schedule to a slightly brain melting pace, but that’s fine, this is fine, they can adapt! Totally.

So. The Fenton are known in the Inventing community. They are beloved for their innovative ideas, bizarre workarounds and sheer resourcefulness all wrapped up in their universal hatred for proper schematics. They are also functionally cryptids who only show up in occasional online posts when they get Really Excited about their newest whatever, because it is well known that they have a hyper fixation and inventing simply isn’t it, it’s the method to the larger madness goal. So when they join a meetup for fellow (mad) UNORTHODOX inventors/scientists, in GOTHAM, no less, the perfect testing ground for anything and everything, they pull out all the stops. People fighting each other for the honor of approaching the good Dr’s, except they dueled it out before hand to save that much more time.

What is that, Dr Fenton and Dr Fenton? Your having relationship troubles with your darling equally genius children bc they’re now old enough to both have and be expressing their own opinions and have Thoughts for the OSHA disaster they live amongst? Your son’s clear nuerodivergency is kicking in hard and he’s struggling in school? You’ve had a problem in the past where you try to bring them to events but they get annoyed or bored and start causing Problems? Fear not, they are prepared! They’ve scoured every past conversation they’ve collectively had with the entire family to find out interests for this very scenario! Cutting edge astrophysicists lured in with Bulgarian coffee definitely not stolen from the mob, brilliant and very enthusiastic psychiatrists fished fresh from Arkham, the president of NASA they’re paying an obscene of money for by the quarter hour! They are ready! They are excited! People are happily going about pranking the various bats and birds keeping a wary eye on things, there are no widespread fires or cross contamination, all is well!

Then. Then.

Some Bitch who has heard the news ahead of time about the Fentons and their reputation ruins EVERYTHING by being a hair too interested in the youngest, most feral of the Fenton clan, due to his combined brilliance and past lab accident with unspecified mysterious biological results. He’s kidnapped right out from under four separate minders, visible and otherwise, during their carefully planned lunch break.

The audacity! The betrayal! The fUCKING GALL AND STUPIDITY!

Everyone involved is uh,, Miffed, to say the least. The Fentons are of course in all flavors of Feral Protective and are narrowly being held back by every distraction the entire crowd can throw out at them to keep from tearing around downtown for their boy. Look, a shiny! Right in front of you! Best scoop it up for testing later even if you can’t look at it too closely now on your warpath! Ah, Mad Jasmine, we heard you’re getting into college application age and well with your parents’ budget being what it is despite their frankly miraculous inventing abilities we thought you might appreciate us setting up a meeting with this one person where if you can impress them you could get a full ride, quick, don’t disappear and be suitably distracted for 0.4 seconds, please! (This only kind of works)

This is matched, however, by the rage of the convention goers. They had an ITINERARY. They have ADHD! That took so long to plan, where they planned for each Fentons’ attention span for each new inventor being thrown their way being 10 minutes or an hour! They had settled Grudges just for today! This weekend is the golden opportunity they’ve been waiting for for years! THOU SHALL NOT RUIN THIS.

So then a pack of rabid mad scientists tear apart a random abandoned Gotham apartment building with whatever the hell they had on hand, which is of course, quite a bit. Many squatters and goons alike are very spooked.

If we REALLY want to amp things up we could have the villain in question nabbing Danny not be Joker or the Black Mask, but Vlad, out to ruin yet another Fenton family outting.

Que panik among the conventionees. Fellow rogue madmen they could handle but CUSTODY ISSUES? Oh god, somebody say they have a lawyer somewhere in their contacts. Maybe if they scrape together for one of the really good Mob lawyers they can have this finished by the end of today and will be able to move on with the convention and everything will be fine. They’ll have to squeeze the schedule to a slightly brain melting pace, but that’s fine, this is fine, they can adapt! Totally.

Danny builds a giant Fenton-esque Rube Goldberg machine, and by the time the Bats arrive to rescue him, the kidnappers are running out of their chosen warehouse covered in green slime and black glue, eager to surrender and escape from him.

Danny builds a giant Fenton-esque Rube Goldberg machine, and by the time the Bats arrive to rescue him, the kidnappers are running out of their chosen warehouse covered in green slime and black glue, eager to surrender and escape from him.

Even if it hadn't been Danny, if it had been some random civilian, they still should have known better than to take a prodigal engineer and try to force them to make their doomsday device. Especially without even a rudimentary understanding of what building a doomsday device does and does not look like. Haven't these people seen Iron Man?

Like Vlad bought Dairy King’s Castle? He did it to have it restored and for DK’s benefits while allowing Vlad to have a base.

Vlad obsessed with Maddie? It isn’t cause he loves her romantically, it’s cause he saw her as his sister and saw that she was spiraling into her fixation with ghosts.

Vlad hates Jack? It’s cause he saw Jack was a problem long before the safety hazards.

Give me a Vlad that is a generally mellow individual who is “Good Dad” level along with “Cool/Chill Uncle” vibes.

Give me a Vlad who is rich, but dresses closer to a college frat boy and less like a stuck up CEO. A t-shirt, a flannel over shirt, a set a jeans (ripped at the knees or not), and a set of freaking converse or something similar.

All I Can see is:

They blink at me, clearly not understanding. That or they were simply completely unbothered by my request. It wasn't the first time I'd made the request.

I sigh, dropping my face into my hands before grumbling out, "Okay, better question. My first or my last name?"

They once again just blink at me, only this time their lips quirk in a sly knowing yet pleased smile.

My brow twitches as I peek at them through my fingers, muttering, "Oh, fun, we've decided to play games and riddles, huh? Fine. No you may not have my first name. You may know it, but you may not have it. As for my last name, you'll receive it when and if we get married."

Their eyes widen as their face flushed that pretty green color. It's clear to me then and there that they hadn't expected that reply. Two years of dating, using only nicknames, and I'd finally caught them off guard and flustered them.

I hear then keen and I lower my hands to laugh, as they do so.

"So, you going to as properly?" I ask.

They pout and huff at me before mumbling, their cheeks still green with flush, "May I have your name?"

I look at in shock, realizing they genuinely ment it. My lips parting, before giving a manic giggle, and ask, "Are you truly asking me to marry you? At only 2 years into our relationship? No, you've been asking since the 3rd month. You..." I trail off as I fully turn to them, cupping their face, pulling them into a soft kiss. Pulling back as I murmur, "You may know my name to be Anthony. You may not have my last name till we make it official or I'll be forced to take yours instead."

Actually, no! Human language is very finicky. “Can I” is asking for permission, “I can” is stating the ability.

…On “Fist my bump”, uh. Let’s just say, asking to be “fist”ed is the human equivalent of asking another Eridian to feed you. So be very clear when speaking to make sure you just say “Fist bump!” When you want a fist bump.

The first major time we see Shadowman, he's moving towards the back of the SM-13, moving to hide against the terminal wall, away from Simon, who is standing near the front console.

The second major instance of this, the Shadowman is standing near the front console, and Simon is moving to hide against the terminal wall.

Now, I'm just going off of memory here, because I'm neck-deep in another analysis right now, but could it be possible that they quite literally swapped places in these mirroring scenes?

I know that we got some insight on the Shadowman, how it's literally "Simon's shadow" and him seeing himself, how it was almost a cut-concept entirely, but the "Simon's shadow" part tipped me off that this thing could quite literally be copying him in some instances, if not all of them.

This also applies to the tape being pulled from the button when he's in the crawlspace: if I remember, there is a moment later that he does pull it off angrily.

Right now I will ask the blogger (forgot the url) that broke down the coordinates to see if we can check Simon's coordinates in these exact moments: my theory is that these moments happen when Simon is crossing over points he already passed or will futurely pass, allowing time-space to cross.

THAT THE RED-EYED GOD WAS JUST LIKE, "yo, Simon, check this shit out. Check out what I can mold you into. We could totally match! We could be twinning!!!" /j

This falls in line pretty heavily with this concept from earlier... maybe the Shadowman was just another "hello" from the across void.

If we do actually uncover the Shadowman being tied to Simon's path at the bottom of the ocean, and that it appears when his full journey converges, I'm going to lose my mind.

Because that means Markiplier is just doing THIS SHIT at us:

how measurements work in canada (ie/ badly)