#voidborn au

Hey all, I’ve officially begun a new Danny Phantom AU: Space Core Danny, the Eldritch Edition.

I’m mostly writing short prompts and thoughts for the moment, but I might put together a full fic. We’ll see where the inspiration takes me. For now, enjoy the newest installment!

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When the portal flared to life, Danny didn’t fall to the floor or stumble from the machine or any number of things one might expect from encountering death. He did hear himself scream, did learn the agony of harboring lightning within his bones, did feel the unmaking of his very being, but only vaguely, as if watching an old projection movie from far, far away.

No, in that moment, Danny changed.

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Read the full piece on Ao3.

Space Kids Club

(Inspired by Stove’s awesome ART!)

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Sometimes, after a messy fight and the sting of new wounds and the chorus wailing of humans and police sirens and the flash-bang camera lights of wannabe reporters mixing with the dizzy whirl of emergency blues and reds and ecto green… sometimes it was easy to miss the little things, the tiny quiet things, in the loud and the bright and the chaos.

Like a kid, curled into a ball in the back of an alley, too scared to cry or move or hardly breathe. It was easy to look right past the scraped knees and dirty elbows, the missing shoe, the ectoplasmic handprint on the back of their shirt.

Poor thing might as well have been invisible.

But you see, Danny knew how these big fights usually went, knew how quickly the eyes turned towards the spectacle, how quickly everything else was forgotten.

He’d been there.

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kicks the door down