Was pondering on if Tucker was technically always liminal. Obviously not enough for the weapons to go off around him, so I figured the liminality was dormant until he recovered his memories/learned who he used to be. But I was wondering, does he have memories of his previous lives? Does he only have memories of the one where he was Duulaman? Are they full memories or are they just vague impressions?
Was gonna make this into a poll, but I think I know what I want to do with this. Might as well post since I haven't really done that in a while tho.
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Why do so many Danny Phantom fanfictions tend to be crossover AUs, like Kim Possible or DC (DC comics?), for example?
This is something I've noticed when browsing fanfics. It's kind of hard to find anything that's not a crossover or doesn't contain an OC of some sort. Nothing wrong with that, I'm just curious why those kinds of fics in particular are so prevalent. Personally, I prefer the ones that are set in canon and do the best they can to stay true to the characters without flanderizing or mischaracterizing them, but of course those tend to be the rarest ones out there no matter what fandom you're in ðŸ˜.
As crazy as it sounds, based both on what Frostbite said and mom's research it makes sense. The implications of that are making me lose my mind, though, so I need to sit down and sort this out.
If humans can manipulate ectoplasm, then it would make sense if humans also had access to ghost powers—to a much smaller extent, it must be emphasized. Obviously our lack of awareness of this ability works against us, and really the amount of ectoplasm in our nervous systems is too small to actually do much.
But what if we could change that? What if we could introduce a person's nervous system to a greater amount of ectoplasm, that they would then have complete control over in the same way that a ghost controls their own ectoplasm?
What if we've already been exposed to that amount of ectoplasm?
We were all pulled into the Ghost Zone when Pariah Dark attacked, right? And there's been an active portal leaking ectoplasm into Amity Park for literal years—into my basement. Not only that, but I've been eating ectoplasm-contaminated food since I was a toddler. I've been splashed, sprayed, and shot with ectoplasm more times than I can count, and mom and dad haven't been much better off despite the hazmat suits. Danny's a whole other issue, but even before the accident he must have been as contaminated as I was—as I am. And now Tucker and Sam are using the portal, and all our classmates are getting overshadowed every other week, and ghosts like Undergrowth and Nocturne overshadowed the entire town…
No one in Amity Park has a "normal" amount of ectoplasm in their body.
So, what does that mean? Do we all have latent ghost powers just waiting to be unlocked? Are we all guaranteed to become ghosts, regardless of how we die? Can we… Have we be changing in subtle ways? Are our subconscious self-perceptions enough to make our ectoplasm affect our biology without us even realizing it?
Are we becoming
We're still regular
At the very least we don't have any obvious powers, not in same way Danny does—and we're definitely not ghosts, or even halfas. But we're not exactly normal, either.
…
I don't think I should tell anyone about this.
I don't think anyone would believe me even if I told them—except for mom and dad, who would try to "cure" us, and I don't want to think about what would happen to Danny in that scenario. Regardless, I'd need to prove it by actually, visibly manipulating ectoplasm, and that's…
Hm. I feel like Danny would have a problem with that.
I'll need to unpack that later.
Anyway, doing it in public would probably get me the wrong kind of attention. Someone's bound to catch me on camera, and the next thing you know the GIW will be knocking on our door asking to investigate, and the last time that happened it nearly destroyed both our worlds. Even conducting experiments in private would feel risky.
Just as well, I guess. This whole rabbit hole of a topic has been distracting me when I should be focusing on my future. I can share the advice about shapeshifting with Danny, but beyond that…
I think I'm done.
…
I'm going to hide this journal. Mom and dad shouldn't know about any of this yet.
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A/N: This is the Ectoplasm Exposition Extravaganza. If you need a refresher on fanon ectoplasm headcanons, look no further, because tbh a lot of this lines up with generally accepted fanon about cores, Obsessions, haunts, liminals, etc. However, I also raise to you the possibility that Pariah Dark was at one point a halfa, and Jazz has a bit of an existential crisis. So that's... fun?
Saturday, April 25th
Notes:
Confirmed: a ghost's self-perception affects their appearance, meaning if a ghost can intentionally alter their self-perception (i.e. sufficiently imagine themselves as something/someone else) they can shapeshift at will
Tell Danny! this may be why he struggles with duplication
Due to above, ghosts with strong imaginations are more powerful (generally)
Raw power levels, however, come from the strength of a ghost's "core"
A core is made of concentrated ectoplasm
It's the center of a ghost's consciousness/neurological impulses
The whole their-body-is-their-brain thing still stands insofar as it is constant electrical impulses originating from the core that keep a ghost's ectoplasmic body together and allow it to change its shape on a whim
Cores are what allow a ghost to generate new ectoplasm
They function kind of like hearts, too, pumping ectoplasm where it needs to go
Cores are able to manipulate ectoplasm in a variety of ways, including the basic ghost skill set of:
Invisibility
Intangibility
Gravity manipulation (flight)
Ectoplasmic attacks
There are different types of cores, each of which give a ghost specialized powers
Example: Danny has an ice core, which gives him ice powers
Complete list of core types TBC
Cores are created at the moment of death, given there is ectoplasm present and…
"What do you mean, strong emotion?" Jazz asked, looking up from her journal. She and Frostbite had the medical center to themselves; Tucker had bailed at the first opportunity, preferring to pester the mechanics about the intricacies of hover technology.
Frostbite's claw stilled over the latest slide in his presentation. "I'd thought that would be obvious," he said. "Tell me, Jazz, where do human emotions come from?"
"The brain."
"Exactly. And you also feel them throughout your entire body, do you not?"
Tension in her shoulders, when her calculus teacher hit the class with a pop quiz. Heat in her eyes that when Danny first rejected her help as a ghost hunter. A fullness in her chest whenever her family sat down together for dinner. "Yes."
"Then it follows that if a human is feeling a strong emotion at the time of their death, more of their nervous system is aroused, which results in a clearer, more defined ectoplasmic imprint. That imprint then folds in on itself until a core is created, and from the core, the ghost."
He swiped to the next slide, a detailed image of a core. The grey, furrowed exterior was not unlike the wrinkled surface of a brain.
"Wait, so is that why different cores have different strengths? Not everyone dies with the same level of emotion?" Her eyes widened. "Is that why vengeful spirits are so powerful?"
Frostbite gave her a toothy smile. "You're a quick study. But remember, while ghosts may have a base power level determined by the strength of their core, true power comes from how that strength is applied. I know of several ghosts who, although they do not have particularly strong cores, can still warp reality."
"How?"
"Well, it depends in large part on their Obsession."
Notes (cont.):
Strong emotions are almost always prompted by something, so when someone dies, their ghost is usually Obsessed (Frostbite capitalizes it?) with that something
This is why stronger ghosts have distinct gimmicks; they probably died thinking about the thing they're now Obsessed with
Box Ghost::boxes
Skulker::hunting
Technus::technology
Ember::music
TBC
Obsessions are intrinsic to a ghost's being
they will never not be Obsessed, though they may briefly engage in activities unrelated to their Obsession
"What about Danny?"
"The Great One? What about him?"
"Does he have an Obsession? You told me he has a core, but his personality doesn't seem like it revolves around one singular thing. At least, not in way that ghosts' do."
Frostbite scratched the back of his head. "No, the Great One currently does not have an Obsession."
She arched an eyebrow. "But?"
"But… he is a halfa." He lifted his furry shoulders in a mountainous shrug. "Frankly, halfas are the exception to almost every rule. Yes, he currently has an ice core with a base power level, but his core is malleable in a way a full ghost's cannot be. His nervous system is still imprinting onto it, and will continue to imprint onto it until the moment of his full death."
Jazz's pen twirled in her fingers. "So his core will change over time."
"Not just change. The more emotional Danny is while alive, the more powers he stands to unlock—powers he will keep upon his full death. You must understand, it is much easier for the living to change than the dead, to shift their focus and truly become something else. We ghosts are locked into our Obsessions, for all we may change our shapes. Thus, the more diverse Danny's skill set becomes, the more equipped he will be to defeat any kind of enemy—and that's without taking into account the raw strength his core will gain when he fully dies."
Jazz's pen dropped to the floor. "What exactly are you implying?"
"That we do not call him the Great One out of simple gratitude. Young Daniel could one day become the most powerful ghost in the Infinite Realms."
Right.
Okay.
Sure.
"But he's not ready for that."
"And I am inclined to agree," Frostbite said, matter-of-fact. "But I do believe that the Great One will become worthy of the power he stands to inherit."
That he was completely sincere did much to calm Jazz's pounding heart—but even so, it was impossible to shake the chill that came with the thought of her sometimes selfish, self-isolating brother as an all-powerful, other-worldly being. His heart was generally in the right place, of course she knew that, but hero or not he still had a lot of growing up to do.
Doesn't he?
"He is certainly a better candidate than Vlad Plasmius, not to mention Pariah Dark," Frostbite added casually.
Jazz blinked, uncertain futures blurring into the background for the moment. "Pariah Dark was a halfa?"
"Emphasis on was, though in truth it's only speculation. That tyrant's power was augmented by the Ring of Rage and the Crown of Fire; it's difficult to say how much of it was his own. Many ghosts seek to increase their power through the use of such objects, imbued with ectoplasmic energy."
He swiped to the next slide, and Jazz scrambled for her notes.
Notes (cont.):
Each ghost has a unique ectoplasmic signature (ectosignature)
They have a natural ability to manipulate the ectoplasm around them to also have that ectosignature
In the GZ, ghosts can claim a "lair" by spreading ectoplasm with their ectosignature over an area
If a ghost does this in the human world, it's called a "haunt"
Ghosts can also place their ectosignature on objects with ectoplasm in them/put ectoplasm with their ectosignature into an object
A ghost can feel/control anything connected to their ectosignature; it's like a remote control that's also a motion sensor connected to your brain?
Sometimes the effect of the ectoplasm will only trigger under specific conditions, as outlined by the ghost that put it there
Humans can also—
"You're joking."
Frostbite turned to her in surprise. "Humans can be affected by ghost's ectosignature on a neurological level. That is how Overshadowing works. Is it so surprising that a human's nervous system would be able to affect the ectosignature of ectoplasm in turn?"
"To the same extent?" she asked incredulously.
"Oh, certainly not—but the living must be able to affect the ectosignature of ectoplasm to some degree. If people couldn't form a neurological connection to ectoplasm before death, the entire theory of core formation would fall apart."
The screen went dark with his next swipe. Jazz caught her own eyes in the sudden reflection.
"Unfortunately, there is a lack of research on that particular subject. As you can imagine, it is difficult for us ghosts to run experiments on the living. If you wish, however, I can show you my research on…"
His voice faded out of Jazz's awareness, gaze still fixed on the screen, and the slight glow in her eyes that might not be her imagination.
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I don't… I don't even have the words! It's so weird; I know Danny described it as "infinite", but I still didn't expect it to look so BIG! It really looks like it goes on forever in every direction! And there's so much stuff in here, it's– Is all of it made of ectoplasm? Or did those islands get sucked in from our world? How many other portals are there? Do they appear across the whole universe? Was my alien theory right?!
Okay, I need to stop freaking out.
Still, I have to wonder what exactly we're flying through. Is there oxygen here? Or is it all ectoplasm? How is that going to affect our bodies once we exit the Speeder? How does being submerged in raw ectoplasm affect physical objects in general? I know raw ectoplasm is stable, but-
"Whatcha writing?" Tucker asked, startling Jazz mid-scribble. She looked up and saw his finger tapping a quick, staccato rhythm against the Speeder's steering wheel.
"Is everything okay?"
He shrugged. "Eh, I'm just kinda bored."
She looked out the windshield. In the distance, what looked like a tornado of swirling blood lifted an island and sent it hurtling out of sight. A cloud of screaming mouths, meanwhile, drifted past them on the passenger side, and on the other, a swarm of green, bat-like creatures descended upon… Was that a purple giraffe with an eyeball for a head?
Bored. Right.
"So, is that your diary or something?"
"Notes," she corrected, too distracted with the view to hear his smirk. "This is my first time seeing the Ghost Zone."
"Too scared to poke your head in before, or just too lame?"
"Too busy."
"Lame."
Jazz rolled her eyes, finally recognizing that he was trying to rile her up; she'd same tone from Danny enough to know. "What do you know about the Ghost Zone?" she asked, rather than rise to the bait.
"It's big, green, and full of ghosts," he listed off. "What's there to know?"
A couple of women with green skin and white dresses floated into view, noses upturned at the sight of their inelegant vehicle. "Can we breathe out there?"
She felt more than saw him shrug. "Sure."
"But I thought everything in the Ghost Zone was made of ectoplasm. How can there be oxygen, especially this far from the portal?"
"There's a million portals."
"But if the Ghost Zone is infinite—"
"Then there's an infinite amount of portals. Fermi's Paradox."
She turned to look at him. "What do you mean, Fermi's Paradox? That still doesn't explain—"
"Jazz, you have to accept that everything in the Ghost Zone is a paradox, so—"
Two hours later, they landed in the Far Frozen.
Snow crunched under Jazz's boots as she hopped out of the Speeder. "I understand that some objects have ghostly powers, but that doesn't necessarily mean they got that way from being in the Ghost Zone!"
"Well how else would they get that way, Jazz? Leaving them in an attic for fifty years? Dunking them three times in a river?" Tucker shot back. He closed the hatch behind them and tucked the keys into his pocket. "If you want to say that everything ghostly is connected to ectoplasm, and if ectoplasm comes from the Ghost Zone, then it only makes sense—"
She threw her hands in the air. "But you yourself said that most of the ectoplasm is the Ghost Zone is inert! It's doesn't do anything on its own! Just being in the Ghost Zone theoretically shouldn't have any more effect on an object than covering it in dust or dunking it in water. Less effect, even!"
"It's only inert until it comes into contact with something, literally anything else!"
"But—!"
"Am I interrupting?" a deep voice interjected.
Jazz spun on her heels.
White.
For a wild moment, she thought a pile of snow that had somehow gained sentience. Then the white shifted in a way some primal instinct within her recognized as animal, so her next, slightly more rational thought was polar bear. As she craned her craned her head up, and up, to meet the ice-blue eyes of a Yeti, however, she was reminded exactly how relative rationality was in the Ghost Zone.
Not that she'd ever admit that to Tucker.
Then it—he—the Yeti's head tilted, and anything else Jazz might have been about to say died in her throat.
"Is… You are friends of the Great One, yes?"
An awkward pause. Jazz couldn't stop staring.
Tucker thankfully stepped forward. "Yes, we are. I'm Tucker, and this is Jazz, Danny's sister. You could say she's the Greatly Annoying One. So if she offends you, don't take it personally."
The Yeti's eyes widened. He(?) took a knee in what was clearly meant to be a bow, though he still towered over her and Tucker. "Apologies! We were not expecting…" He cleared his throat. "My name is Hoarfrost. How may I assist you?"
Another awkward pause.
Tucker, none too gently, elbowed Jazz in the side.
"I'm, uh, here to see Frostbite," she coughed, but the pain was grounding. This was happening. She was talking to a Yeti, and the Yeti was talking back.
This is fine.
"Yes, of course!" Hoarfrost stood and brushed the snow from their fur. "Come, allow me to escort you to the city."
The hover-vehicle Hoarfrost led them to was somehow the least impossible thing Jazz had seen that day. She climbed aboard after Tucker, and when Hoarfrost reached out to help her, she did her best not to flinch at how small her hand looked in his paw.
The cold wind stung Jazz's eyes as the ice cliffs swept past them. Next to her, Tucker all but salivated over the dashboard of their vehicle, firing off question after question that Hoarfrost did his best to answer. She was slightly concerned Tucker would start pressing random buttons just to see what they did, but for the most part, her own attention was on the landscape. The wasteland was striking; the snow seemed to glow a faint green that reflected the swirling not-sky above them, and spires of ice and rock jutting up in sharp, twisted angles, as if reaching for something in the deep green beyond.
Eventually, the ice cliffs gave way to a plain, and Hoarfrost picked up their speed. Jazz latched on to the safety rail, tightening her grip further when she saw that they were heading for a looming mountain dotted with caves. Hoarfrost carefully, expertly navigated them up the steep slope, but Jazz only relaxed after they stopped next to a cave entrance marked with a sign she couldn't read.
"Here we are," Hoarfrost said.
"Huh?" Tucker had been fiddling with his PDA, seemingly trying to connect it with the Yeti's technology. "Oh, right. Thanks for the ride!"
"It is an honor." Hoarfrost pressed a button, and stairs unfolded from the side of the vehicle. Jazz couldn't hold back her sigh of relief. "Anyone dear to the Great One is dear to us."
"Thank you," Jazz said—and she swore the Yeti literally sparkled with pride. He bowed with a sweeping gesture.
"You are quite welcome."
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I got bored during my devising theatre class, so I made a very short theatre script for DP. enjoy lol
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ACT 1, SCENE 1
The stage is dark and filled with various machines. Centre Upstage there is a large flat metallic looking circle with visible screws, surrounded by buttons and levers. This is the Ghost Portal and can be opened like a door. Downstage Right there is a weapons container. Â On the floor there are various guns, nets and other weapons. The scene starts when Danny walks on stage in a white hazmat suit with black gloves and boots. He starts picking up the weaponry. Maddie calls from offstage.
MADDIE: (offstage) Remember to keep your hazmat suit sweety!!
DANNY: I’ve got it on, mom! (He grumbles) I’m not stupid.
Picking up the weapons in silence, one gun goes off and scares Danny.
DANNY: Oh- Oh…! (he drops the weapon) I’m sick and tired of always cleaning up after my crazy parents! Ghosts, ghouls, spirits- none of that is real! It’s all a bunch of spooky rubbish. I mean really, (he picks up the weapon and starts ranting to it) ectology? Paranormal science? It’s humiliating! You know, last week I went to school with floating hair and green eyes. The week before that I made the nurse flip out because I was ice cold! Jazz nearly brought me home early today because my shoelaces kept tying themselves to each other! I love my sister, but there is nothing more embarrassing than getting dragged to the reception office with your feet tied together. (he sighs) She’s convinced I’m dying of radiation poisoning. But whenever she brings it up to mum and dad, they just loop ‘anti-ghost’ charms around my neck and give me a pat on the back. It’s rubbish.
(he puts the weapons in a large weapons container on stage right)
It’s all rubbish.
(Danny leans against the weapons container, looking annoyed. Suddenly we hear a clatter offstage, and Maddie and Jack enter from stage left, dropping a bunch of ecto-technology)
MADDIE: Danny! How are you getting on?
DANNY: I-
JACK: Goodness me, son. I thought you were supposed to be cleaning up!?
DANNY: (annoyed) I was, you-
MADDIE: It’s okay dear, you can get to it later. Me and your dad need a bit of space to work on the portal! (She moves to the closed portal and pats it)
JACK: I’m telling you Danny-boy, this is it! We’ve done all the calculations-
MADDIE: I’ve done all the calculations.
JACK: Your mother did all the calculations, I double checked them-
MADDIE: They were right.
JACK: They were right, so all we need to do now is turn on the portal and get real evidence of a whole ghost world!
DANNY: (disbelieving) A ghost world? If ghosts are dead people, shouldn’t this be their world? Why are they multidimensional?
MADDIE: Sweetheart, Ghosts are imprints of post human consciousness made with ectoplasm- and research shows that there just isn’t enough ectoplasm on earth to sustain a ghost. It would be impossible for ghosts to exist without an alternate dimension!
DANNY: So, you found out that ghost can’t exist… and somehow came to the conclusion of the multiverse?
MADDIE: (sighs) You just don’t understand, Danny.
JACK: I know! Dan, how about you help us work on the finishing touches of the portal! You see, (He runs to the opposite side of the portal from Maddie and starts pressing buttons) to turn it on, you want to pull this big lever here- but we’ll have to finish it off first, won’t we Mads!
MADDIE: Science never sleeps! Oh, you’ll change your mind about ectology once you get your hands in it Danny!
JAZZ: (offstage) Oh no he won’t!
(Jazz runs on stage and pulls Danny into a protective hug, away from Maddie and Jack.)
DANNY: (choking) Jazz-
JAZZ: Mom, Dad, Danny is a growing boy. You can’t be making him work with dangerous materials! He practically went to school floating last time you roped him into your portal work; it makes him such a target for bullying! (she squeezes Danny harder) You can practically hear the jeering all his bullies make rocketing from his fragile little brain! They probably call him all sorts of things, like- like- like Weird Little Ghost Boy, or Small Zombie Faced Freak!
(Danny covers his face with his hands)
JACK: Jazzy, come on. We’re just trying to encourage our budding ectobiologist!
JAZZ: He’s said multiple times; he wants to be an astronaut! (she sighs) Come on Danny, lets get your poor bleeding ears away from these neglecters!
DANNY: I don’t know whether to be glad I don’t have to help with that portal, or extremely offended.
(they walk of stage. The scene ends with Maddie and Jack working on the Ghost Portal)
