24 he/him trans femmeboy, trans naoto is real, anti trf/terf, I support trans women and have a transfemme parent, DID system that likes art and cartoons and posts about gender and trauma sometimes a familial trafficking survivor so I'm a little messed up but I'm trying my best
A letter to my fellow trans sisters – transmisogyny is certainly awful to experience and ruining society as we know it, but the solution is not to project our frustration onto trans men and non-binary folks as if they are somehow causing the problem and not the cisgender dominated patriarchy.
Let's be honest with ourselves, us trans women grew up as teenage boys; not that we were boys but that society saw us as boys. Young men are bombarded with misogynistic propaganda every single day, and nobody is immune to that. If you think you're the exception, you're wrong
Toxic masculinity doesn't just disappear when you start taking estrogen. You have to actively, critically examine the beliefs you take for granted and unlearn the bad ideas society has taught you. But so many of you have assumed, just as TERFs do, "well, I'm a woman now, so I can't possibly be sexist," and then start talking about so-called "TMEs" the way incels talk about women (including us!)
Stop making death and rape threats against trans men (especially children, the fuck is wrong with you all!?)
Stop using gross, misogynistic slurs against trans men and enbies ("transandrocunt", "zipper-tits", "theyfab" etc.). Surely you can see that's no better than when we get called "shemales" and "sissies", right?
Stop pretending that growing up as a girl first has zero lasting impact on a trans man's psyche, especially if the man in question grew up in the global south or underprivileged rural areas
Stop pretending that trans men being ignored and invisible is privilege and not erasure (we've already had this discussion years ago with bisexuals having "straight-passing privilege")
Stop all of that. You're making online trans and queer spaces worse for everyone, yourself included. Transfeminism and anti-transandrophobia aren't opposites. They go hand-in-hand! In fact, they're the exact same thing. You're never going to break the gender binary down if you keep acting like being a trans woman is more valid than other genders
Trans women, stand up for your brothers and enby siblings instead of beating them down, especially in this day and age when governments around the world want to fucking murder and detransition all of us. When they speak, say it louder!
If you're already doing that, I love you and you need to keep doing it until we make the world a better place for all trans folks <3
An addition: I'm seeing quite a few people in the comments talking about male privilege. Male privilege and internalized misogyny are two totally different things.
Male privilege is a reward patriarchy gives to men who conform to society's norms, which exist to manipulate men into being more subservient workers and soldiers. It is highly conditional and taken away as soon as any "man" (AMAB person) expresses femininity. This is NOT what my post is talking about.
Internalized misogyny is having beliefs influenced by misogyny without realizing it. Men and women are taught to view femininity as lesser (in the latter case, this causes women to see themselves as lesser), and this can express itself on a subconscious level. If you think trans men/enbies, who are feminine insofar as being AFAB, are inherently inferior, that is rooted in misogyny.
Also, I appear to have misunderstood what toxic masculinity is and wrongly equated it with internalized misogyny. That might be where some of the confusion is coming from. I've fixed that and some other things. Apologies
Let me elaborate a bit, since some people think I'm talking about "male socialization" (in the sense that TERFs use it). Thanks to @twohumansinatrenchcoat for helping me find a better way to explain this idea.
Internalized misogyny has two dimensions:
1. Feeling that masculinity is better than femininity
2. Feeling you personally are better than others, for arbitrary reasons
#1 is misogyny in the literal sense obviously, but those who are taught to feel #1 also necessarily learn #2 at the same time. #2 is the learned behaviour that doesn't disappear with HRT alone.
Unlearning #1 is easy enough since a) it's antithetical to transfemininity and b) for a feminine person, it's a negative feeling the ego naturally wishes to avoid.
But I'm seeing many fellow trans women who have neglected to also unlearn #2, which has to be done separately, because it's a positive feeling that boosts the ego, especially if you use practised egoism to cope with your mental health issues like I do (my PFP is Jax TADC for a reason).
These trans women rightfully embrace femininity while wrongfully redirecting their undue feelings of superiority and entitlement to non-femininity (i.e. masculinity); trans men and AFAB enbies are easier targets than cis men for this because trans men don't in fact have meaningful male privilege (those who say they do misunderstand what male privilege is).
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I might be weird for thinking about this, but it won’t leave my mind, so here I am.
One of the “Jack and Maddie realizing Phantom isn’t dangerous but still don’t know he’s their son” scenarios in my mind is when after a fight, Phantom was left pretty exhausted and weak, and since he’s helped them out a lot even when they were attacking him, Jack and Maddie decided they’d help. At first, the ghost kid freaked out and tried to get away from them, but he couldn’t. Jack was the one to pick him up and noticed how surprisingly flesh-like Phantom was.
He started poking around and Phantom suddenly stopped trying to escape and covered his mouth. His shoulders began shaking a little and he began trying to push away the hand poking and gently pinching himself sides. After a moment of confusion, Jack gasped and shouted to Maddie to come check out his new discovery: Ghosts can be ticklish.
And in Phantom’s case, unfortunately, very ticklish. He proceeded to scribble around his sides, belly, and ribcage as they walked to the ghost van. Poor Phantom was laughing and kicking around the whole time, pleading with Jack to stop, and was truly exhausted by the time Jack stopped and set him down on one of the seats.
Oh gosh, and then if Jack has a pause because that laugh sounds exactly like his son’s.
Maybe they put the pieces together, maybe they don’t, but in that moment Jack sees his son in Phantom and his heart grows a little softer for the ghost boy who used to be someone’s son.
There’s a read of this where Jack actually knew the whole time Danny was Phantom and he knew Phantom was never going to steal that coffee, but staged the whole thing because he felt like he needed an excuse to hang out with his son.
Either way it breaks and heals my heart at the same time.
We’ve seen all the angsty reasons why Danny shouldn’t tell his parents his identity now let’s talk about the most obvious reason he shouldn’t tell. Based on everything we know about jack and Maddie there’s no way they’d be able to keep his secret as they would be constantly slipping up. I’m talking about them accidentally calling out hey sweetie and hey Danny boyo as they see phantom flying overhead, them accidentally mixing up the last name Fenton and phantom when talking about their son with company, and them just openly talking about his secret identity while they are so focused on one of their projects to notice there’s someone right by them that can hear what they’re saying.
Let’s not forget how absolutely PROUD Jack Fenton would be of his successful ghost hunting son. He could never let that a secret.
He would be checking out at the grocery store and see a tabloid with Phantom on it and would yell out “THAT’S MY BOY!!” before he even realized the words left his mouth.
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Sometimes I think about Sam guilting and harassing Danny into being a hero. It’s such a horrific and weird and fucked-up thing to do, and the worst part is that it’s totally understandable, and I get why she would do that, and it’s not unreasonable for a fifteen year old girl
But man. I’m not saying Danny wouldn’t have done it without her influence. But it really should have been much more a choice that he made for himself and I really want to address that sometime
This is one of the reasons why Memory Blank is such a troublesome episode for me. Never mind the hoops the episode goes through to make the continuity and the new symbol work, the idea that Sam guilts Danny into dying again (not knowing if the portal accident would turn out the exact same way) is crazy to me.
And I like that Sam does what a lot of teens do and says hurtful things just to say them because they don’t know how to process those complex feelings otherwise, and then has to deal with the consequences of her outburst. But the way she tries to solve it is do cruel and harsh and the show just jokes the repercussions of that away by a fake-out-make-out.
But you also see it in Phantom Planet (the episode the phandom chooses to forget) where Tucker and Sam treat Danny pretty poorly after he gives up his powers and gives up the superhero gig. Again, ignoring all the continuity errors that plot point introduces.
I remembered reading somewhere (I don’t remember where so sorry to the person who originally expressed this thought) that Sam is in love with Phantom while Valerie is in love with Fenton, and I think you see the arguments for that in these episodes specifically.
And I totally agree that I can’t blame her. If my best friend and/or crush developed super powers I’d be all over that and would think it’s the coolest thing ever. And I think it’s realistic and a cool character trait that someone would maybe forget the friend under the superhero, but I wish there had been more from Danny when he realizes how much value Sam has now placed on him being a superhero and the resistance she puts up when he tries to be otherwise.
Tl;dr I can’t believe Sam talks Danny into dying again and no one ever comments on it in the show after the one episode, because it’s an interesting piece of Sam’s character that is largely ignored in the show
Summary: After the GiW overhear that Phantom is a half-human student of Casper High, they infiltrate the school and offer the students a tantalizing award if they can provide them the human identity of Phantom. Danny tries to keep his head down and suspicions low as suspicions fly throughout the school. He thought he was doing well, until an A-lister catches him mid-transformation.
Phic Phight Prompts:
The GIW somehow learns that Danny Phantom is actually a student at Casper High. Now not only does Danny have to keep his secret from being found out by the government, but his classmates are also trying to figure out which one among them is secretly a ghost. Tensions rise when an unlikely classmate (author's pick) discovers his identity and must help him cover up the secret. - @paxopalotls
An overheard conversation between two ghosts reveals the truth: Phantom is half-human. Chaos ensues. - ghxstkids
Reveal gone right. - Irma
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Chapter 1: One Must Have the Courage to Dare
“Power is given only to him who dares to stoop and take it ... one must have the courage to dare.”
- Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment
The harsh hiss of cold, pressurized air releasing filled the cramped room. As suddenly as it started, the noise stopped and the room fell back into its previous, uneasy silence. A black gloved hand reached up to an ejected gray container that stuck out just slightly from the rest of the containers next to it - not unlike an old VCR tape - and removed it from its slot. The indicator light next to the empty slot turned from green to red. The gloved hand placed the container on a tray and walked along an aisle filled with hundreds of slots for containers. He escorted the tray past even more aisles of slots. Most of the slots shined with red lights indicating they too were empty, but a few here and there shined green. Plenty of room to expand.
Once outside of the room, the man with the black gloves carried the container through hallways lit with bright fluorescent lights until it passed into a room containing nothing but a glass box in the center of the room that cast the entire room in an eerie green glow. The gloved hand stuck the container into a slot on the glass box and pressed a button. A green goo schlurped out of the other end and fell to the floor with a wet plop.
The goo moved slowly, stretching and pulling in multiple directions until it spread out into the form of a man wearing a fedora and an overcoat. The ghost floated off the ground and arched his back so far he bent over in two as he breathed out a large sigh of relief.
“Your mandated hour of socialization and activity starts now,” the cold voice of the black-gloved man warned before he left the side of the box.
“Yeah yeah, way to kill the mood,” the ghost complained in a thick Brooklyn accent. He sighed as he returned to his stretches. If he only had an hour of movement he intended to make good use of it. He circled his arms, craned his neck, and flew in tight loops just to get a sense of freedom and movement before he finally paid attention to the rest of the ghosts stuck in here with him. He never saw more than two other ghosts in the box at a time, probably so they could control them better, but the fact that had yet to see a repeat ghost had to be a bad sign that too many of his kind were stuck in this torture. The afterlife was torment enough without spending it as an immovable pile of goo inside a box.
But surprisingly, he actually recognized one of the ghosts stuck in the box with him today. The elderly ghost with a portly paunch and fine suit haunted the lair next to his. By all Ghost Zone accounts, that made them neighbors. The elderly ghost made the connection at the same time and gestured for him to join him.
“Hawkshaw! Oh my dear boy, you’re in here too? I was rather hoping you’d be able to keep my lair safe while I was away,” his neighbor grumbled as he shook his head.
“No can do,” he sighed. “I was wonderin’ where you got to, just never thought you’d be in this mess too.” Now that he thought more about it, he hadn’t seen his neighbor ghost for a few weeks before he himself got nabbed. He really should have paid more attention to what was going on around him.
“Yes, terrible business this. Didn’t even see it coming!” he complained with a dramatic wave of his arm. “One minute I was flying around an old art museum admiring some of the classics from my day, and the next I’m beset upon by two of these ‘agents’ and fleeing for my life! Flew right to the school - only place I thought I’d be safe what with Phantom spending all his time there when he’s a human. Thought I’d be safer caught by him than–”
“Perce, would ya can it?” Hawshaw ordered as he placed a hand over the other ghosts’ blabbering mouth.
The portly ghost immediately pushed him aside, looking affronted and insulted that the other ghost would put hands on him. “I dare say, what is the meaning of this?”
“Stop for a minute and think about what you’re sayin’ will ya? You can’t go blabbin’ that in a joint like this!” he scolded in a harsh whisper, but he knew it was pointless. He knew their captors could hear everything they said, even the whispers. “You think they let us flap our lips for our own good? No, they let us talk so they can listen. That’s why they’re always putting us with new ghosts. See what we’ll spill.”
He’d made the connection before - it’s what he did after all, spent his whole life making connections and now he just kept making them in death - and he just assumed everyone else saw the same. Or at least saw enough to know not to go breaking one of the unwritten rules of the Ghost Zone in front of their captors. He didn’t know when everyone had collectively agreed not to blab that Phantom kid’s secret to the living, but they learned what happened when anyone’s loose lips talked a little too much about Plasmius and decided to not take the chance. Those halfas were dangerous business.
Perce’s eyes slowly widened with horrified understanding. “Oh…oh no. Oh dear me. Oh Hawkshaw you know I’ve never been good at keeping quiet on things. I do enjoy hearing the sound of my voice you see, and I’m afraid that I might have…”
Hawkshaw let Perce prattle on behind him about other secrets he may have divulged as he looked towards the agents stationed in their room. Sure enough, those eager beavers looked more alive than he’d ever seen them. One of them didn’t even notice he had a wrinkle on his pristine white coat. So they not only heard Perce spill his guts, but they knew what it meant too. Just like him, they could make connections.
“Poor kid,” he sighed under his breath. He just had to hope he wouldn’t end up seeing Phantom in one of his upcoming rotations. He wanted to think they wouldn’t do this to someone who was half-human, but judging how they’d been treated…well he just didn’t know anymore…
~*~
The entire day at school Danny had a feeling he should have called out sick. He really couldn’t afford to call out given how often he ditched because of ghost attacks, and he probably would have had a worse experience enduring his parents’ homemade “cures” for being sick, but he just had a feeling that the school was the last place he needed to be today.
Maybe that feeling of doom would go away after the history test he didn’t study for? Nope, it was still there, even after he bombed the test.
Maybe it would go away after gym class where he had to play tag football with actual football players? No, that actually ended up to be pretty fun because he kept turning his flag intangible.
Maybe it was because he hadn’t read Crime and Punishment and didn’t feel like spending another day talking about a book he hadn’t even opened and pretending to care? Well since he was currently in his English class, that had to be it.
“That’s an interesting theory Ms. Sanchez, though I don’t think Dostoevsky really thought about how his novel would impact his Instagram followers back in the eighteen-hundreds,” Lancer said patiently while Sam rolled her eyes. “Now to pivot the conversation a bit, Raskolnikov believes that he is acting for the betterment of society by murdering this woman. Do you think he truly is putting the needs of the many over the needs of the few? Or is he perhaps using it as a mask to justify his own personal ambition?”
Sam very eagerly raised her hand in the air, as she had many times throughout their discussion of this book. “What, I like Dostoevsky’s bleak look on humanity,” she would constantly assert. Danny and Tucker were both hoping she’d use her personal enjoyment of this book to help them write their final essays later.
Lancer gestured towards Sam, but before she could share her thoughts with the classroom the door opened. Principal Ishiyama stepped inside, her face drawn and solemn. Two men in pristine white suits stepped into the classroom behind her and immediately took up flanking positions on either side of the desk.
Panic clutched at Danny’s heart, forcing it to somehow stop and beat faster all at the same time. His breath caught in his lungs as blood pounded through his head.
The Guys in White. Here, at his school. Interrupting their class. His class.
He knew he shouldn’t have gone to school today. He knew he should have trusted that gut instinct to stay home. It wasn’t anything as banal as a test or a football game or a book - it was a warning his very life could be in danger.
“Class, these are Agents K and O. They have an important announcement from the government,” Principal Ishiyama introduced, and somewhere behind all the panic in his now hyper-aware state, Danny noted that she didn’t seem too pleased with the interruption to the school’s daily activities.
One of the agents stepped forward and cleared his throat. The fluorescent lights shone off his perfectly shaved head. Immediately Danny recognized both of them as the two agents he consistently dealt with. He’d been unfortunate enough to see a few of them over his time as a ghost, but these two seemed to be assigned to him personally. Even if they could be occasionally incompetent, they knew his moves and knew more about him than he cared to admit, and that made them even more dangerous.
“We are from the Ghost Investigation Ward,” Agent K announced. His crisp, monotone voice sent a shiver up Danny’s spine. “We have been tasked with monitoring the activity of an entity colloquially referred to as Phantom.”
The mention of the ghostly superhero that most of the class idolized generated whispers around the room. Agent O raised a hand and immediately the chatter ceased. “We know that some of you have been mistakenly rooting for this ghost, so we need to set the record straight.”
“You think he’s been saving you from the other ghosts,” Agent K added.
“But that couldn’t be further from the truth. We have evidence that he has been coordinating these attacks to look the hero.” Agent O grabbed a device and Danny immediately flinched because he assumed this had to be some kind of weapon. But instead it projected an image onto the white board behind them. The slideshow of pictures showcased Phantom talking to various ghosts from his rogue’s gallery.
He knew the GiW watched him, and he knew people took photos of him and put them up on the socials, but he never really paid attention to how bad some of his conversations with the ghosts could look without context. Sometimes he would just chat with them before they fought! Or he’d try to convince them nicely to leave. He’d even built up an uneasy truce over the years with some of them and didn’t have to be as outwardly antagonistic anymore. But these perfectly chosen and curated photos told a story, one that made him look very bad, and from the murmurs of some people in the class, some of them bought it.
“Oye, you don’t expect us to believe you right?” Paulina spoke up, and Danny’s spirits lifted slightly. At least he could always count on Paulina to have his back. Well, Phantom’s back at least. She’d throw Danny to the wolves in a heartbeat. “I mean, that’s my picture from my Insta!” she accused as she pointed at the most recent picture on the whiteboard. “I took that right before they started fighting!”
“They were probably talking about how to stage the fight,” Agent K shot back.
Danny could feel Sam roll her eyes from beside him, and normally he would have joined her if not for the terror that still gripped his heart.
Agent O straightened out his broad shoulders and squared up with the class. “This ghost is dangerous. He has hurt people, just like other ghosts.” Images flashed up onto the board of Phantom’s attacks against the Mayor and townspeople from the overshadowing incident (that he still could never live down).
“He has destroyed buildings, and streets, and government property, just like other ghosts.” More images flashed across the white board of Phantom shooting ecto-blasts into buildings (a ghost had just been there a moment before) or Phantom throwing a ghost into the ground (he didn’t think he’d thrown them hard enough to crack the pavement). “I know none of you understand taxes yet, but your parents are paying tons of money to fix the city in the wake of his destruction.”
Each image stabbed Danny through the heart and twisted the metaphorical blade further and further inside. He’d grown used to the constant slander against his name from his parents, but somehow this felt even worse because he knew he couldn’t speak up. Even his classmates’ dissents had grown quieter.
“Even if you still want to argue that he’s not a ghostly mastermind, then you have to acknowledge his presence in this town is drawing ghosts of increasing power just to challenge him,” Agent K added. “His presence doesn’t protect you: it endangers you.”
Danny’s gut twisted as his gaze fell down to his lap. He didn’t even want to register the murmurs of his classmates, because as much as he hated to admit it, they were right. He had inadvertently destroyed parts the town in his quest to keep it safe. And even if he tried to justify that the town would be in worse shape if he let the ghosts do what they want, he still couldn’t argue with the damage. It’s why he tried not to revisit the sites of his previous ghost fights unless he absolutely had to. And as for drawing more powerful enemies…well that was also unfortunately true. More powerful and ancient ghosts kept coming out of the woodwork and he doubted they had any real interest in Amity Park aside from the fact that he lived here.
Feeling like they’d finally gotten somewhere, the agents’ generally impassive postures and facial expressions broadened in confidence. “And we have reason to believe that Phantom has grown even more dangerous.”
That caught Danny’s attention and pulled him out of his self-loathing. He looked back up at the agents with curiosity and worry. Whatever they had to say, whatever they had learned…it could not be good.
Agent K cleared his throat dramatically. “We don’t know how this is possible, but we have learned that Phantom is not a full ghost.”
Danny’s heart stopped for so long he could swear he’d transformed. No…no they couldn’t know that. How could they know that? He was just mishearing them right? They couldn’t possibly mean–
“He has a human persona, and that persona attends Casper High.”
The collective gasp echoed through the silent room. Students looked around the room at their friends to confirm what they heard, because surely they must have heard wrong. Phantom? Here? Posing as one of them? The shocked quiet quickly grew into excited chatter as they tried to guess who the agents might be referring to.
Only three students refrained from the excited chatter; Sam and Tucker cast sideways glances at Danny, who simply stared straight ahead, white as a sheet and seemingly frozen.
Agent O cleared his throat again. “We don’t know what grade he’s in, but we know he…”
Whatever else they said, Danny didn’t hear any of it. Their voices faded into a muted mumble in the background, replaced by an oppressive silence and a loud ringing that drowned everything else out. His hands trembled beneath his desk and sweat beaded down the back of his burning neck because the room had suddenly become too warm and too cold at the same time.
His core spasmed, sending warning shocks that he needed to leave, that he needed to disappear, that he was in danger. He needed to run, flee, hide, disappear, something - but he couldn’t. He was stuck. If they knew Phantom was human…then they were watching him. They were watching everyone. He couldn’t afford to make a single suspicious move. So even though he still couldn’t hear anything except the blood pounding in his ears, and even though he was sure he was in the middle of a full-blown panic attack, he summoned all the courage he could find in the very depths of his being and finally turned to look at other students in the room, to play his part in the act as convincingly as he could.
“I’m sure you can understand how this malevolent ghost’s existence in the school is a hidden danger to all of you.” Agent K’s voice still sounded like he was underwater, but he could at least pick out words now. “We will do our part to help find and catch Phantom so you can all learn again in safety.”
“But we could also use your help,” Agent O added, and that started up the whispers again. “You’re around your fellow students more and you will see more suspicious behavior. So if you see something, say something.”
“If someone does something strange or unexplainable,” Agent K offered as he ticked off a list on his fingers.
“If someone is often seen around ghosts,” Agent O added with another tick.
“Someone who has always been pro-Phantom.”
“Someone who is missing during ghost attacks.”
“Someone who sets you on edge when you’re around them.”
“Or someone who just feels…suspicious.”
Agent K dropped his hands and clasped them stoically behind his back. “You should report any of that to us. We will be a constant presence here and will welcome any student who wants to come forward with information.”
In his paranoia Danny could swear he felt the eyes of every student on the back of his head, but when he chanced to look around the room, he noticed everyone else was also looking at every other potential suspect. It gave him a temporary relief from the panic that seemed to be building to such heights that he thought he would explode from it, but it wasn’t much. Because he had done all of those things in front of many members in this classroom, and if any of them really focused on their memories or God help him actually talked to each other, they’d put this together pretty quick. They may not have their eyes on him right now, but given enough time to think about it, someone would make the connection.
“And if your information or even an accusation leads to the identification of Phantom, then we have been approved to give a reward of five thousand dollars.” Agent O let that offer hang dramatically in the air. Danny watched the eyes of everyone else in the room grow large. Five thousand dollars was a lot for anyone, but for a teenager it was a huge sum. There was no way he could compete with that kind of money being thrown around.
“Plus, if you have any other special requests, we have strings we can pull to make them happen,” Agent K proposed. “Sport scholarship to your choice college? We can make that happen.”
“Ivy league acceptance? Done,” Agent O promised.
“Influencer status on social media? Done.”
“Better healthcare coverage for you or a family member? Done.”
“Um I’m sorry, how can you promise all of this?” Sam spoke up, her skepticism and derision clear as she stared them down.
Danny’s first gut instinct was to yell at Sam to keep quiet or to step on her foot or something to keep her from drawing attention to herself. The last thing they needed was for the GiW to look in their direction. But then he also realized that the rest of the students would expect Sam to argue about these points given how vocal she usually was about certain government programs; she was still trying to convincingly play her part too.
“Because we’re the government,” Agent K answered simply.
“So you basically want us to rat out one of our own,” another student piped up, clearly emboldened by Sam’s criticism.
“I want you to do what’s best for the good of society and for the good of your own safety,” Agent O responded without missing a beat.
“And it’s not ‘one of your own,’” Agent K added. “It’s a ghost masquerading as one of you. It doesn’t belong here.”
“What will happen to the student?” Kwan asked.
“We will have to detain them for the security and safety of the town, but as agents of the government we would never hurt a citizen of this great country without cause,” Agent O assured them.
He must have practiced that lie long and hard in front of the other agents, because he sounded genuine, but Danny knew he was lying. He’d known for a long time that if the GiW ever caught him, they would treat him as inhumanely as they treat every other ghost at their facility. Solitary confinement, experiments, torture - he never expected anything better from these soulless husks in deceptively white suits.
“Now, having said all of this, if Phantom would like to turn himself in at this time as a gesture of good faith, we will take that into account when determining sentencing, and we will extend those rewards and promises to a person of your choosing,” Agent K offered.
Danny almost laughed at the ridiculous offer. Good faith? Take it into account? They wouldn’t do anything of the sort.
“Didn’t think that would work,” he shrugged as he turned to his partner. “Let’s go, we still have three other classrooms to hit this period. You know where to find us.”
The two agents turned in unison and strode out of the room with the principal following after them. As soon as the door shut the classroom erupted in chatter. It was hard to pick out the general feel of the other students: excitement at the reward, protection over one of their own, curiosity over who it could be - it all felt so jumbled around him when he was still just trying to focus on breathing. The oppressive weight of the agents’ presence lifted once they left the room, but it hadn’t vanished. Knowing they were still in the school, still nearby, held his heart in a vice. Maybe the pressure lessened, but it still wasn’t free.
He finally felt like he could look at Tucker and Sam safely, and the same level of nervous concern reflected back in their faces. Sam tried to give him a reassuring nod, but it felt hollow and forced. Maybe he’d be more responsive to a classic Team Phantom “we can handle anything” talk later, but right now he felt too overwhelmed to even begin to think about how they could handle this.
He wanted to flee, but it would look too suspicious. He wanted to sleep, but he didn’t dare close his eyes. He wanted to go home, but he didn’t expect to find any peace there once his parents heard about this. And a tiny, overwhelmed, exhausted part of him rose out of the dark in his mind and wanted to give up and turn himself in, but he was more scared than tired to think further on that option. He didn’t really know what more he could do other than just stare ahead numbly at he white board.
“Okay people, I’m not letting this fool’s hunt take up any more of my time today!” Lancer yelled over the class. Some of the chatter died down, but a lot of it didn’t. “Now we are going to keep talking about Crime and Punishment, and if I hear any chatter from any of you about Phantom, I’m going to assign you an essay a chapter until this unit is over,” he threatened.
That seemed to stop the whispers as the room plunged into absolute silence. “There, that’s better. I should use that threat more often,” Lancer mused under his breath. “Now, given everything we just heard, you really should pay attention to this discussion, because Dostoevsky has some pretty apropos thoughts about choosing your own satisfaction at the cost of another’s…”
Danny would love to listen to reasons why every student in the room maybe wouldn’t immediately turn him in, but he just couldn’t focus on anything else while the throes of panic still held tight. Did they just expect him to pay attention in class like nothing happened? To comment on a book he hadn’t read and pretend that the carefully maintained Jenga tower of his life wasn’t teetering on one small block at the base that could give out any moment? And now every single student in the school had a chance to take a crack at knocking that last remaining brick aside and he was left with no more blocks or prayers or hopes that it could stay up. That tower would fall, and everything would be over, and he had no idea how he was supposed to just live his life until that inevitable collapse.
Except…he had to pretend to live his life. If he showed that this threat freaked him out more than any other student, he’d be found out. If he struggled more now than he did before, he’d be found out. Maybe the tower would topple in the end, but the longer he could push it off…maybe he could find some way around it. Postponing his discovery as long as possible was his only chance at figuring something out. He just…had to pretend nothing was wrong. Live life like he wasn’t hiding some half-ghost secret. And if a ghost attacked…well he’d figure it out. Meanwhile he just had to divert attention and rumors away from himself for as long as he could. Easier said than done.
He took deep calming breaths and tried to focus not so much on Lancer’s words, but at least on the tone of his voice. He used that familiar voice to ground himself. He had to calm down enough to walk out of this class without catching anyone’s attention. If he could do that, he’d consider it his first victory. He just had to calm down.
But no matter what he did, he still couldn’t stop his hands from shaking.
Headcanon time inspired off some ghost king Danny fics I've read
Most of the time, Phantom still looks like himself after winning the items of power. He doesn't throw his weight around in that way. I think maybe people would wonder why he doesn't do that, and maybe one of team phantom would ask.
It's because of what the crown and ring do. When Danny summons them, he has access to power beyond his wildest imagination, right at his fingertips. And though the king can influence the Realms, it is not unconscious.
When Danny manifests his symbols of power, he looses himself to the vastness of the Realms, an entire other dimension that is a bit too fond of it's king. And I imagine prior mind control/body stealing trauma makes him very reluctant to do so. This along with giving the crown the ability to command other ghosts, makes it a very dangerous power to have, in the hands of the person most cautious to wield it.
Makes him the most perfect candidate, despite his young age.
Had an idea that I’m sure I’ve heard somewhere before but can’t remember where and I wanted to share it.
When Danny beats Pariah Dark and becomes the ghost king, it isn’t on accident. The Infinite Realms themselves wanted Danny to win. You see the Realms are made of ectoplasm which is notoriously known to give sentience or even sapience to just about anything. Inanimate objects, the souls of the dead, abstract concepts, and even imagined entities. If you can think it, there’s a good chance the Realms can bring it to life. What no one thought of before was whether or not this applied to the Realms themselves.
No one knows the specifics about Pariah Dark’s story. He’d ruled with an iron fist and had ruled for so long that no one remembered where he came from or who the previous ghost king was, or if there even was a ghost king before him. He’d been entombed for almost as long as he had reigned. This is all to say that by the time that Pariah Dark was released almost no one knew anything about him anymore. The only beings that might know something were the ancients or Clockwork and neither were very willing to share for their own reasons.
What is known is that it took all of the ancients working in tandem to beat Pariah. The combination of the Crown of Fire and the Ring of Rage gave Pariah nigh-omnipotence. The crown allowed Pariah to call upon the Tealms themselves as a well of energy and considering that the Infinite Realms are, well, infinite, he had infinite power at his beck and call. The ring gave Pariah complete control over all the ectoplasm at his command. These two points, combined with the varying powers afforded to ghosts, made Pariah near unstoppable. He was able to call upon the very fabric of reality itself to bend to his whims. The only, and I do mean only, reason the ancients were able to stuff Pariah in that box was due to the Realms themselves rejecting Pariah. The struggle between Pariah and the Realms gave the ancients just enough time to steal the ring and shove him in the box.
Cut to uncountable millennia later, Vlad releases Pariah from his box after stealing the Ring of Rage. Things happen and Danny ends up being the one to take on Pariah. The Realms, seeing Danny leading an army on his way to face the king one on one decides it likes him more. When Danny issues a challenge to Pariah the Realms takes the chance and makes the challenge binding. Whoever wins gets the title of ghost king. And, thanks to the Realms resisting Pariah’s control and Danny knocking the crown off, he’s able to just barely manage a win.
The thing is that even though now Danny is the ghost king and can use the crown and ring to gain infinite power, he doesn’t want to. The combination of the crown and ring gives Danny such immense power that he feels like and ant trying to comprehend the ocean. Sure the Realms are trying to guide their young king but Danny’s still just a kid and can’t tell what part of his thought process is the realms themselves and which part is himself. This leads to Danny gaining an “extra form” so to speak. There’s his human form, his Phantom form, and his High King form. He can only access his infinite power when taking on his High King form and often times prefers not to.
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King Phantom going through some of the backed up paperwork and finds Janet's contract. Her first born belongs to Phantom now since Pariah never did any paperwork. Those that he did claim had already been rescued where they could and made comfortable when there was little to be done.
He's outlawed new deals since a lot of the time the validly of the sacrifice can be questioned. The observant s are annoyed at babysitters duty but it gets them out of annoying Danny and lets him be productive so he plans on milking it for as long as there are deals under review. Just like with the one Pariah claimed, a lot of them are undergoing investigations and that's where Janet's deal comes in.
Tim like many other firstborns are watched over. Anytime they are in danger, the observant responsible invokes Danny or his claim to protect them from the shadows. On occasion, they might have been relocated but never has Danny collected on any of those deals until Tim.
Tim unlike the other firstborns is a hero. Tim is also aware something is watching him as he will make comments for Danny or thank him for a save nobody else noticed and Danny is instantly smitten. Danny watches as Tim does so much good for Gotham both as a civilian and as a hero. Even when he is taken for granted, it doesn't slow Tim down and Danny admires him more.
Danny knows Tim has massive potential, and he trusts him to understand the gravity of how far his influence runs. He had no doubt in Tim when he was trying to clone his lost friends. Danny understood was part of his grieving process and everyone grieves differently. Did he also swoon a bit? Nobody witnessed it so it didn't happen (but his friend do tease him about it since they were aware of his crush)
It becomes the last straw for Danny when Nightwing acting as Batman turns everyone against Tim. He reminds himself everyone copes differently for all of one minute before saying man fuck that guy and sends a sticky note to Tim. On that sticky note he offers his help and protection, but it can't be revoked once accepted.
It's the first time he has 'shown' himself outside of the assists he's made, and it feels like agony as he watches Tim. Eventually Tim does take up his offer and while Danny fell first Tim fell harder. Bruce is the second person Danny saves that day and the moment Tim realizes it he is extra cuddly with Danny.
The alternate rescue is Danny being dramatic about collecting Red Robin in front of Dick and the Justice league. Tim meanwhile is like good luck keeping me here, but when he takes in his first view of the Infinite Realms he has sooo many questions so he could stay for a bit for science.
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trans men absolutely are in sex work, the majority just present as women for work because it's much harder to make money if you don't. You don't see them because they're forced to detransition for work or you haven't even tried to look for the ones who are presenting masc. They're all over the sex work forums if you know what to look for and how they talk about it.
there is no "trans men aren't pushed into sex work" privilege. It is not a privilege to be forced into it AND have to detransition for it. This isn't a competition
People hate trans men so much that they outright fabricate events to justify their hate. I just had someone tell me, when I asked how the "trans man was whining," tell me that his girlfriend said it. When I pressed how his girlfriend explaining the situation was him whining, I get "because she was explaining what he said to the bouncer, are you dense?" I said that the OP clearly said the bouncer never spoke to him, and she never mentioned him speaking to her. "Well I misremembered one small fact that doesn't disprove my point" that was the majority of your point... This is just TODAYS example of such fabrication
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