Just an Oddball

In Amity, Sam, Tucker, and Jazz are mourning their presumably-vaporized friend/brother, while the Fenton parents are facing legal action for their negligence.

Finally got around to finishing these. DP and Pokémon on the brain what can I say. Started these while playing Pokémon Go again (before I even realized new games were coming out like three days later lol). But yeah. Danny’s basically a Pokémon right?

Pt. 2 ft. Jack Fenton here.

Also have a bonus existential Danny under cut haha

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Danny had been a tad down on his luck for a while now. In his defense, he thought moving to Gotham was a good idea because it’s one of the only other cities with ambient ectoplasm, though that should’ve been a red flag. It was strangely hard for him to get a job, so he was honestly desperate. He was close to his next rent pay, and definitely did not have enough. So, street busking it is. Clockwork was the one who suggested he take up an instrument after seeing how stressed he constantly was, and Dora was the one who helped him with the violin. He wasn’t expecting it to be so soothing, but it truly did help him relax. So when a sketchy guy on the street came up to him while busking and offered him over 400$ to play at the Penguins bar for a night? Who was he to say no! He was practically immortal so it’s not like he could get killed, and the job would pay well! So of course he accepted, packed up his violin and headed to the bar at 7:00pm. Knocking on the back door, he stepped back and waited.

“Who got locked out this time- oh you must be for the band, right?” Someone asked him when they opened the door.

“Oh uh, ya I’m the violin player. I was told to come at 7?” Danny rambled out as he held up his violin case. “Perfect kid, come inside, we have to get you a uniform but that shouldn’t be an issue.” He was quickly ushered into the back, a strange suit shoved into his arms. “Change quick then head to the front with the rest. Your music sheets should be on a stand so you better be good on the spot.” The guy told him before turning around and heading out to the front. Shrugging his shoulders, Danny changed into the penguin(ha) suit that was given to him as he grabbed his violin and headed to the front. There were three other musicians at the front, so he went over to them.

“Oh hey, you the violinist?” A lady who was sitting at a piano asked him. “Uh ya, I’ve never grouped played before so I hope I do ok.” Danny mumbled out as he found a spot to stand.

“Don’t worry bout it kid, just follow the tune and you shouldn’t have to worry. We try to free play for that reason.” A guy clapped him on the shoulder before sitting down on a chair with a saxophone.

“You guys ready?” The last guy asked as he raised a trumpet. A small chorus of yes’s rang out before the piano brought them in. Sure enough, no one followed the sheet music, instead following the lead of the piano in a jazz like tune. Danny was surprised to find he was actually having fun!

The fun lasted thirty minutes before the doors were kicked down and people came down from the roof.

“Crap! It’s a Bat raid!” Someone cried out as the patrons scrambled to leave the bar. “Let’s go kiddo!” The band scrambled to leave, not even grabbing the cases to their instruments as they ran. Danny stood frozen on the stage, confused. If they ran would they get payed? Ya he’s not risking it. Sitting down in a chair with a cheeky grin, he watched to fight as he started to play. He could tell that it was confusing the bats, while the Penguin just looked proud of him for staying. Crashed echoed all around him as he got a brilliant idea, ducking to doge a chair thrown his way as he spun of the stage. With a shit eating grin, he played.

Channeling his inner Star Wars, he played the Creature Cantina song as he danced around the fight, avoiding getting hit himself. He jumped when a Red Hood was thrown past him, looking back to see if the vigilante was ok. “You good dude?” Danny called out as he continued the song.

Red Hood groaned before standing up, turning towards Danny. “I should ask you that dumbass, your the one who shouldn’t be here.” Danny shrugged as he played, not a care in the world on his face. “Kinda broke. This pays well and I can’t risk not getting the full payment.”

Behind them, the Penguin called out, “if you keep playing I’ll double what you were offered!” Danny smiled brightly, looking back at Red Hood. “See? Thats my rent right there!”

Needless to say all the Bats in the building groaned when they realized there was no chance the civilian would leave anytime soon.

Also, violin cover for your ears

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It can go a few ways- a post-reconciliation fic where Danny and Valerie have moved past their rivalry and now they buds. bros. besties. run around and corral ghosts together. the Justice League is working off of way outdated info and they think Valerie is still the sole hero of Amity, fighting off Phantom and other ghosts as they try to take over the Living Realms. They try to interfere with a fight to help Valerie against Danny until they both stop like "dude why are you interfering in our spar, we're busy here, go away" and continue trying to knock each other into the ground.

Or they approach Phantom, thinking he’s the hero and not knowing anything about Valerie, until she shows up and attacks Danny, yelling about how he ruined her life. and now the JL think Phantom lied to them about being a hero and they’re on Valerie’s side helping her hunt down Danny, who is 10x more stressed than he was that morning before the Fucking Justice League started hunting him down trying to capture him while Valerie tells them all about how evil ghosts and Danny are, with help from the Fentons

Or Danny is an established JL member, and the JL doesn’t really know much about Amity or that Valerie exists at all, until they’re facing a relatively big ghost problem and Danny's like “alright we’re calling in the calvary”. The JL expects another ghost, like the clone Phantom apparently has that he brought to work one day, and then some woman shows up, punches Phantom in the arm for never calling her, and then the pair wreck ghostly shit together while everyone watches in awe

Or the reverse, where Valerie is an established JL member or at least auxiliary member, and she’s their on-call ghost expert. Until one day there’s a question she doesn’t have the answer to and she’s like “alright one sec let me call my friend Danny”, and an hour later a ghost flies through the wall, hugs her, yells something excited about SPACE!!! and helps them with whatever problem the JL is having. Everyone is like “hey i thought you hated ghosts?” and Valerie just goes “yeah, but this guy is cool.”

Or the JL approaches Valerie in Amity Park and she introduces herself as Amity Park’s sole ghost-fighting hero, don’t ask what happened to the last guy. Everybody fully assumes she was dating “the last guy” and he was killed by the ghosts, and she took his mantle to get justice. Turns out, no, “the last guy” is Danny and he’s no longer the Amity Park hero because now he’s the ghost king, and he’s in charge of the fuckers now. Nobody ever clarifies that no, Danny and Valerie were not a couple who fought ghosts together until Danny was killed by a ghost, forever warping his personality and forcing him into the position of Ghost King. Because you’re not supposed to ask about it.

Like, I have no sympathy for Valerie and so I shall project those feelings onto Danny. (Warning: I’m about to throw some headcanons in here)

Red Huntress and the Justice League are on Phantom’s tail and Danny starts yelling back at Red, asking why the hell she told the JL he was a villain. And Red Huntress starts yelling back so they have an argument, and eventually the chase slows to a stop as the Justice League watches this go down and learns the truth behind Red Huntress’s hatred of Phantom and Phantom ranting at her about his own mistreatment of every living being that was supposed to help him.

RH: You ruined my life!

DP: How was I the one to ruin your life?!?

RH: Your stupid dog cost me and my family everything!

DP: Okay ONE, Cujo is not my dog! I was trying to catch him and take him back to the Ghost Zone. Like I do for all the other ghosts!

DP: TWO, Cujo was an Axiom security guard dog that was put down because of your dad’s shiny new security system. So if anything, it’s your dad who ruined Cujo’s life!

DP: THREE, all that happened to you because of Cujo was that your dad was fired! That’s it! You’re acting like you’re some poor orphan child on the streets because your family was mauled by a ghost dog when that’s not the case!

DP, imitating RH: “Oh boo hoo! I’m Red Huntress! My daddy lost his high paying job so now I can’t live like a spoiled rich girl anymore! My rich and popular friends at school don’t want to hang out with me anymore! I have to get a job like everyone else now!”

DP: Remind me again, which one of us is the dead teenager? Which one of us no longer has the opportunity to grow up and achieve their dreams? Which one of us is automatically labeled a malicious villain and a unintelligent monster in the same breath just because of their species? Which one of us has been in the ghost hunting business longer than the other? Which one of us has to drop everything they’re doing to go stop a ghost from harassing the living day and night!?

RH: I do that you menace-

DP, cutting her off: BY CHOICE! You choose to do this, when you don’t have to! And normally, I’d commend you for that.

DP: But then you go and use it as an excuse to throw your ‘ghosts are all evil’ propaganda BS around! You’re not even doing this to save people, you do it just so you can shoot ghosts to your heart’s content. Isn’t that right, HUNTRESS?

DP, clapping his hands together: So let’s recap. A dog that was killed because of your dad accidentally got him fired when he came back for his squeaky toy, and you’re no longer rich or popular at school.

DP: In exchange, you were given a ghost hunting outfit, weapons, and a hoverboard by a corrupt fruitloop, and then again later on by a ghost, to assault as many ghosts as you want whenever you want. And it is whenever you want because you’ll ditch school or your job at the first opportunity to go ghost hunting even if I or another hunter in already on scene.

DP: Meanwhile, I am the one and only fatality that occurred because of the Fenton’s Ghost Portal opening and releasing the Dead, Deathless, and Neverborn into the land of the living. But I will never be mourned because there is no body left behind to discover and bury.

DP: Any good deed I do is automatically met with suspicion and accusations of manipulation or as a cover for some dastardly plan I apparently have.

DP: I have been framed by another ghost for kidnapping the mayor when the photos and videos taken of the incident clearly show me being the one dragged around, and the only people who get a free pass from property damage or any bad deeds they’ve done while under mind control is Superman and the Justice League apparently.

DP: I have no chance of growing up and achieving any dream I have or held because the US government labeled me and any other being that is composed of, produces, or subsides on ectoplasm as unfeeling yet malicious, unthinking yet manipulative, inhuman monsters that do not deserve rights all because of the racist and biased ‘research’ provided by the Fenton matriarch and patriarch, that not even their own children believe in by the way.

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"Motivation"

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Writing Specific Resources:

Creative Writing: How to Begin

How to Re-Enter the Craft (aka writing after a long break)

The Business of Writing

Perspective in Writing

First Person POV

Second Person POV

Third Person POV

6 Steps to Write Better Sex

6 More Steps to Write Better Sex

5 Mistakes to Avoid When Writing Romance

Flirting: a Writer's Guide

7 Quick and Dirty Tips for Writing Romance

Why Every Writer Should Watch the Simpsons

Story Prompts to Beat the Block

15 Unusual Words to Add to Your Vocabulary

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The violinist is Alexander Rybak, a Belorussian violinist whose family defected from the USSR to Norway. One of the songs he’s mashing up is his own “Fairytale”, Norway’s entry that won the 2009 Eurovision.

The other song, which is the one playing on the amp, is “Stefania” by the Kalush Orchestra, Ukraine’s entry that won the 2022 Eurovision. The song is about the writer’s own mother, and also about mothers who protect their children from war. Once Russia invaded, the song became a war anthem.

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN

shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.

moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over. 

put on clean, comfortable clothes. 

put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.

drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.

clean something. doesn’t have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink. 

blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something that’s got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.

make food. don’t just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if it’s ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and you’ll feel like you accomplished something. 

make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you don’t think you’re good at it.

go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.

call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someone’s voice. if you can’t, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you don’t say much, listen to them.

Here is a free pdf of xanathars guide to everything

Here is a free pdf to monsters manual

Here is a free pdf to tashas cauldron of everything

Here is a free pdf to dungeon master’s guide

Here is a free pdf to volo’s guide to monsters

Here is a free pdf of mordenkainen’s tomb of foes

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