I am the clown

He didn't really know what the cause of his brokenness was, just that he clearly and obviously was. Even before he died, he couldn't see color.

Unlike Jazz, whose soulmates began with their parents and continued to appear into her life and then stay in her life, Danny appeared to be soulmateless if it weren't for the fact that he still couldn't see color. Jazz, and everyone else in Amity, had the full rainbow and then some available to her before she even made it to middle school.

Jazz's soulmates were an easy and short list. Mom, Dad, her friend Kyle Weston, and her friend Spike. She had met Kyle in kindergarten, and Spike in third grade. All of her soulmates were platonic and familial, though there was still a chance that she was seeing darker shades of colors than they're supposed to be - it was more common than not for a romantic soulmate to brighten up the world that someone could already see.

Danny was in high school. And all he saw was grey, grey, and more grey. Occasionally, he could even tell that he was looking at black. It was unusual. He was broken. What else was he supposed to understand from that?

"Maybe your soulmates are somewhere else? Like, your soulmates are all French or something," Tucker suggested, offhand.

"Maybe," Danny pretended to agree. Frankly, though, he wasn't holding out hope.

He was already dead, after all.

If someone's soulmate passed, they just lost the ability to see whatever colors their soulmate had given them. Danny doubted that him being dead before meeting his soulmates would affect that specific phenomenon in any meaningful way. He would just never know.

So why the hell could he suddenly see this- this- this beautiful color after meeting some dude? He didn't seem to have noticed the change of colors, rushing off with a bright apology for running into Danny, as Danny's whole world flipped on its side. He- he had no clue how to find that person again. What was he supposed to do now?

Maybe... maybe start with googling what this color is.

Blue. Blue was the color of the sky, of oceans, of brightly colored birds and butterflies. It was so beautiful. Danny's eyes were blue! Danny decided just then that blue was his favorite color.

Who knew he'd finally find a soulmate after moving to Gotham? Maybe, just maybe, he'd find his other soulmates here too.

He shook his head; Danny knew better than to hope. Danny was dead. He can't have soulmates, now. Even if Danny could now see colors- or, well, one color, that didn't mean whoever was connected to him could also see their missing color(s). So even if Danny was connected to them, they... probably weren't connected to him.

...

"Sorry, Jay, I got held up at wor-" Dick trailed off, looking at his little brother's eyes.

They weren't that green before. He knows they weren't; after meeting Damian, Dick could see green. They could all see green after meeting Damian. Jason and Damian's eyes were both an olive green, only a slight shade difference between them, everyone in the family agreed. Not... not this neon bright green.

Jason's gaze snapped to Dick from where he'd been glaring at someone across the diner, and the brightness dulled. It didn't go away, but calmed down. No longer seemed like it was lighting Jason's face up. "What?"

Yes Danny can tell them apart, and yes, he named them after the 5 stars in the Cassiopeia constellation, sue him.

The Blob ghosts kinda just do what they want, and since they're harmless, Danny is happy to leave them be.

Danny doens't have all five with him at all times, sometimes he has just one, or two, other times he has the whole posse.

But, Danny does wish they wouldn't follow him around in his living form too. Following him around as Phantom is one thing, but following him around as Danny is another.

At first Danny worried that having the Blob ghosts following him would cause others to finally connect the dots- but nobody even thought briefly of such a thing. No, everyone was convinced that Phantom sent his Blob Ghosts to keep an eye out and to protect Danny. Nobody knew why, though there were plenty of rumors from a secret relationship, to Phantom being Danny's ancestor, to the blob ghosts actually haunting and punishing Danny for the actions of his Ghost Hunting parents.

The teenagers were particularly hooked on the more romantic rumors, and while most were more interested in painting a Romeo and Juliet tragedy, a few students in particular were jealous of the supposed attention Danny was receiving from the City Ghost Hero.

Danny's parents, on the other hand, were surprisingly easy to convince. Sure, Danny had to use a dirty trick, his Soul Crushing, Heartbreaking Puppy Dog Eyes(as described by Jazz). Jack caved immediately, and while Maddie put up a valiant effort, she too fell to Danny's watery baby blue eyes, so Jack and Maddie promised not to do any tests on the Blob ghosts that weren't simple examinations and physical capabilities.

Danny in a surprising show of events begins his princely training while alive. His instructors are the kind of ghosts that denizens would drool over and maybe even have had wars started over them. They are tactile and very nice but Danny doesn't realize they are hitting on him. His favorite lessons were those with Princess Dorathea who can't stop laughing because of how much fun they have.

The Observants want to fully kill Danny because he is not noticing the attractive ghosts that would help him when he becomes king despite the Observants putting them right in front of him. Some of them were even in his arms yet still their boy king remains oblivious!

They go as far as to get Ghost Writer and have him Put Danny and the candidates in Cinderella but their prince remained oblivious. He thought it was 'ghost Sadie Hawkins' and danced with everyone to not let anyone feel left out.

The Observants are now desperate and try their hand at more alive candidates. The problem is, they don't know anyone aside from the prince's friends so the call goes out to all ghosts, find a princess candidate for their hopeless prince among the living. The criteria is someone who would not clash with a protection spirit and someone who would not belittle space. It goes as well as anything involving the Infinite Realms can go lol.

ghosts begin exploring Earth in search for the king's bride/sacrifice (like ghost telephone)

Alien heroes getting kidnapped with human lantern holders being called fakers since their king is from earth and human boooo

Ghosts staying in place of the aliens they kidnap because they know their king would feel immense guilt if anyone dies while they bring him a bride so it is a confusing time for the populous and evil doers change their minds since the ghosts aren't as nice as the heroes

Red Hood is considered a prime candidate due to this Red Avenger moniker (ghosts who moved on thanks to him all petitioned to make him a candidate) and liminalness from the pits. The pits are the only thing working against him since he is also their stinkiest contender

Tim is put forth as a candidate with Lady Gotham as his Sponsor who points to his Neon Knights as a private army of Tim's that have a small blessing. The most devoted of them have begun to demonstrate defensive abilities

Poison Ivy talks her way out of it. Undergrowth wanted one of his children and presented her but she has a partner and was disqualified because she wouldn't break up with Harley

Pandora sponsors Wonder Woman who is flattered but refuses to wed a child (a lot of people are children in her eyes lol)

There is a ghost bounty on Martian Manhunter because he has Martian in his hero name, Skulker is very motivated to help the welp just this once

There is also another bounty, this one by Clockwork to trip up any Speedsters should they get the chance

Kon is considered another favorite due to his immense prowess

Constantine is kidnapped and taken far away to prevent him from trying to present himself as a candidate

Zatanna has her hands full trying to figure what is going on while he is 'missing' along with other league members until Deadman tells her about the Observant's Decree. He then offers to sponsor her and she politely declines since death magic from the Infinite puts magic users on edge

Post posting ad on*

Danny Fenton transfers into Gotham Academy with paperwork that looks like it was filled out during a power outage and an emergency contact that may or may not answer calls. He’s quiet in class, terrible at lying, and keeps pausing mid-conversation like he’s listening to something no one else can hear.

Damian decides within five minutes that this is suspicious.

Things get worse when electronics start glitching around Danny. Lights flicker when he walks into a room. Security systems fail exactly when he leans on them. During lab, he touches a live wire and the current just disappears like it got bored and left.

Danny insists that’s normal.

It is not.

Then there’s the sparring incident where a hit phases through him for half a second. Danny stares at his own hands like they’ve personally betrayed him. Damian stares like he’s about to start a full investigation.

Danny starts asking weird questions after that.

“Hypothetically, if a city was alive… how would you know?”

Damian does not answer hypothetical questions. He answers by gathering evidence.

Patterns emerge. Crime scenes with unexplained malfunctions. Criminals reporting that buildings “told them to leave.” Streetlights flickering in sequences that almost look intentional. Gotham behaving less like a place and more like something that is paying attention.

And always, Danny is nearby.

The realization hits in stages.

Danny isn’t causing the disturbances.

Gotham is reacting to him.

Danny, meanwhile, is having a completely different problem. Because the city isn’t just reacting. It’s communicating. Not in words, not exactly, but in pressure, in sound, in the way old structures groan like they’re trying to be understood.

And somehow, Danny understands.

He stands on rooftops at night like he’s listening. Answers under his breath like someone asked a question. Gets distracted mid-conversation because a building across the street “said something important.”

Damian follows him once. Watches him tilt his head at a flickering streetlight and nod like it made a valid point.

This is unacceptable.

Because Gotham is supposed to be something you protect.

Not something that picks favorites.

Damian does not like that Gotham has chosen a half-feral transfer student with no sense of normal human limitations.

Danny does not like that Gotham is getting louder.

Neither of them are prepared for the moment when Gotham stops whispering and starts asking for help.

☽ Memory becomes absolute garbage. Like “why am I in the kitchen?” garbage. “What was I saying?” garbage. Their brain is running on buffering screens and regret.

☽ Fine motor skills? Ha. They’re dropping everything. Pens. Phones. Entire moral compass. They’re basically a malfunctioning claw machine.

☽ Hallucinations creep in. That jacket on the chair? Suddenly a person. That noise? Definitely doom. Everything becomes mildly haunted.

☽ Time gets weird. Five minutes feel like a year. A full hour disappears and they swear they blinked wrong.

☽ Irritation skyrockets. They get mad at chairs. At air. At gravity. At the audacity of other humans continuing to exist.

☽ Their voice sounds weird. Slow, scratchy, like they swallowed sand.

☽ They walk like a drunk baby giraffe. Walls suddenly jump closer. Floors rise unexpectedly. Coordination said: “I’m out.”

☽ Zoning out becomes a hobby. They stare at random objects like they’re trying to understand quantum mechanics.

☽ Vision blurs in and out. Like someone smeared Vaseline over their eyeballs out of spite.

☽ Their body just hurts. Not a dramatic pain, just the “why does my skeleton feel like it’s buzzing?” pain.

☽ Food cravings go feral. They’d fight someone for a stale cookie.

☽ Terrible choices. They will absolutely say “I’m fine” while making decisions that end in disaster.

☽ Random emotional implosions. Crying because their sock feels wrong? Yes.

and even MORE Soleil

(Sarah McLachlan’s In the Arms of an Angel playing~)

Some phans are tired of the irresponsible fridge-ing of their beloved Drs Fenton, and rightfully so!

The phanmarket is understandably saturated with tags of neglectful!parents, abusive!parents, and more notably- dead!parents. This of course, stems from the tones a lot of phans picked up from the source material, and which thus bred abundantly on fanfic.net as a convenient shift out of the status quo of the show and into that good ol angst fic goodness.

Phandom nowadays has had much time to steep in the primordial angst goo of which it was birthed, and upon reflection offers a softer hand to our dear Drs.

Now, we- The Drs Fenton Rehabilitation Program or DFRP recommend several ways of coxing your jacks and maddies out of your fic, without resorting to drastic measures!

See more: @maniacwatchestheworld ‘s post

Or yknow. ol reliable.

Whatever idk just,

✧ Broken ribs suck. You don’t just “walk it off.” Breathing hurts. Laughing hurts. Existing hurts. Characters with rib injuries won’t be doing heroic sprints.

✧ Concussions aren’t instant naps. Dazed vision, nausea, dizziness, maybe even personality changes, but they’re not going to collapse neatly like in the movies.

✧ Blood loss is sneaky. It’s not just about dramatic pools of blood. It’s dizziness, confusion, and the body getting cold as circulation tanks.

✧ Adrenaline lies. Someone can take a serious injury and not feel it until the fight’s over. That “I didn’t realize I was bleeding until later” trope? Very real.

✧ Twisted ankles are brutal. One bad step and suddenly running is off the table. Even walking hurts like hell. Perfect way to ground a chase scene.

✧ Burns linger. Even small burns hurt more than most people expect. Blisters, infection risk, constant pain, it’s not just a cool scar later.

✧ Dislocated shoulders = useless arm. Characters can’t keep swinging a sword or firing a gun. They’re basically fighting one-armed until it’s fixed.

✧ Shock is a thing. Pale skin, trembling, rapid heartbeat, and eventually disorientation. A character might not even realize how bad their wound is.

✧ Stitches aren’t magic. Getting sewn up is painful and recovery takes time. They’re not instantly battle-ready after a needle and thread.

as someone with a speech impediment, all of the people saying that only one type of stuttering is valid are wrong.

stuttering CAN look like this: "t-this is a-an example s-s-sentence"

OR this: "this-this is an example sen-sentence."

OR this: "t-t-t-th-..t-ttttthis is an example sentence."

OR this: "this is, uhm, an example, uh, sentence."

OR this: "this is an example sssssss-sentence."

OR this: "this is an examp-...this an example sentence."

sometimes the sentence won't even come out of your mouth at all.

there are probably many examples i'm forgetting, but that's the point! it usually is a mix of a few of these, but some people do one of them more often than others! some people with speech impediments have certain sounds that they almost consistently have trouble with (for me it's "st").

people with speech impediments also rarely-if ever-stutter whilst they're singing or whispering.

most importantly!!!! people with speech impediments are capable of saying a sentence without stuttering!! it can just be a gamble sometimes.

and if more people could portray the frustration that comes with stuttering and not being able to get words out, i'd be a very happy girl.

(fun fact: sometimes when my mouth won't let me say what i want to say, i get so annoyed that i just yell or grumble out "WORDS.")