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I think I went a little insane while drawing this I hope you can't tell how much hands stress me out lmao
I've loved Sam's design for the longest time, so I've been wanting to draw her more often. I've been feeling a bit down lately and procrastinating on my projects *cough Danny & Sam animatic I still haven't finished cough.*
I swear, this time, I'll actually be more active and finish everything I've been procrastinating on. Pray for me.🕊🕊
Flying through the green infinity of the Ghost Zone, Danny is definitely not sulking.
Boom.
He's upset, sad. And maybe a little angry.
Bang.
Another tiny flying rock shatters into pieces. His hands are still smoking from the other dozens of ectoblast shots.
Danny didn't want to admit it to Tucker, much less Jazz. They have enough problems without him. That's why he's in the Zone now, smashing everything that catches his eye.
To all the injustice of the universe, he didn't meet any of his usual rogues along the way. There wasn't even a trace of the Box Ghost.
“So when you need to find me, you're welcome,” another shot at a passing stone. “And when I want to find someone, there's no one there.”
Finally, he finds a huge island. Dark green thickets of vines hang from the edge, and huge and tall trees cover the entire ground. Danny grins, gathers the ecto charge in his hands and throws it at the trunk, breaking the tree in half.
Jazz could say that his whole way of cooling down is unhealthy, he doesn't need to respond to everything with aggression. Maybe a human doesn't need it, but a ghost?
When a ghost accumulates emotions, it's an energy bomb.
Danny found out about this completely by accident when he was sad after a failed test and at night he met Johnny on the border of the city. He just shot at the garbage, then at the stones, sometimes at the wall of a long-collapsed building. Then Johnny explained to him the features of his body and he really felt better. Not much, but still something.
Having already cut down three trees, Danny prepared to launch another one.
Suddenly, something grabs his ankle and turns him upside down. Abruptly, he changes his target and throws the ectoblast to the side. A scream is heard, but they do not let him go, but quickly throw him into the ground. His back breaks through the top layer, cracks spread across the pit.
They don't even give him a second when several vines stick into him. He barely manages to become intangible and push off, flying into the air. Finally, he could see the attacker.
She's a ghost he doesn't recognize. Her long black hair is intertwined with vines, her eyes are completely green with barely visible pupils, and her lips are dark purple, as if poisonous. The ghost hisses, squinting at him.
“Getoffgetoffgetoff!”
Her core pulsates to the beat of his.
“Fightfightfight”
She's not waiting for his move. Her vines rise up from behind her again and attack swiftly. Danny dodges some, explodes others with ectolights. Sometimes he gets hit by particularly small but well-aimed vines, leaving thin cuts on his suit and skin.
When he got close to her, he could only make a couple of punches, as she was already retreating and attacking again. Each of their blows shakes the air of the Zone, cuts through stones and scares weak ghosts. It takes him a long time to realize that at some point he started smiling, and she stopped using small tricks to scare him away, trying to completely suppress him.
Their fight is like a dance of death. It's movement, it's adrenaline, and it's relief.
Perhaps by breaking her main vines from her back, Danny got too proud.
Suddenly, his body goes numb, every movement of the limb slow and heavy. The next moment, the ghost herself grabs the suit and throws it to the ground. Danny lies on his back, feeling a spreading weakness. The girl stands over him, pressing his chest with her foot. And only now he notices that she is wearing only a mini dress made of leaves, which reveals a lot of white skin with green veins. The stem around her thigh looks too hot, which somehow makes his unbreakable heart skip a beat.
“Beautifulbeautifulbeautiful," sings his core now.
Danny agrees that he should be buried here.
“Beautifulbeautiful?” The ghost is embarrassed in response.
"You..." she says, coughs, and then continues. "You, uh... what are you doing here?..”
"Well, I'm lying under you at the moment..." Danny blushes and raises his arms in front of him. “That is, I'm lying on the ground, and you're above me... that is! The Ancients, it's terrible…”
“Embarrassmentbeautifulred”
Would it be advisable if he just ripped out his core? Her laughter softens the situation. The forest around her rustles in unison with her, and small dark purple flowers bloom on her hair.
"You don't explain yourself well.”
"I've already been told that…”
She let go of her leg, and even so, he still couldn't move. Her gaze passes over him, then she looks around and her eyebrows furrow.
"And yet," she waves her hand at the edge of the ruined island. “Why the hell did you harm innocent trees?!”
“Angerangeranger," her core screams.
“Oh…” he examines the scale of the destruction, barely moving his head to the sides. "Is this your... family?"
“Sorrysorry.”
“No!” She crosses her arms in front of her. "But they also exist, just like you. They don't deserve to be destroyed.”
"That's right, you're right...I'm sorry," her words sink into his head. Just a couple of hours ago, he was told the exact opposite. Its core emits a quiet hum: “Sadsadsad.”
"Did something... happen?" She asks slowly, when a whisper gives her away: “Curiositycuriosity.”
“No.”
And they both know it's a lie. The silence is overwhelming.
"If you want, we can have sparring sessions," she looks into the distance, stealing a glance at him. "I think we both want to blow off steam sometimes."
“I would like that!” Danny nods at her. Finally, his body is moving away from this weakness, maybe someday he'll find out what kind of abilities she has.
“Likelikelike,” He abruptly looks away, feeling his face burn. The hand is lying over the core, hoping to somehow drown it out.
It had never failed him so much.
She, such a kind soul, doesn't say anything, but her face, like his, glows green. Instead of saying anything, she waves at him and pushes off from the island. Her figure begins to disappear.
"W-wait!" Danny shouts and flies up to her. She stops and turns to him with a question. “I wanted to ask… What's your name?”
“Oh…” It also dawned on her that they hadn't introduced themselves. "You can call me Nightshade." She looks at him. "And you?"
«Fancy looking men like that are only seen in politician's laps or noblewomen's arms» 🤭
What I love about former colleagues is all the fun dynamics you can explore with Klein's different personas 👀 maybe one day I'll draw something with Leonard and Sherlock too.... every persona needs their own Leonard, hehe~
(btw this post is sponsored by my desperate need to draw Leonard's outfit from the «Modern Times» merch collection lol)
The meeting with the higher-ups dragged on for too long for what would eventually be passed on to the wizards. Leonard noticed that Madam Saliman did not participate in the meeting this time. He had only heard from His Highness that she had her own guests and games with copies…
Even though he knew that this Madam was the King's advisor, still this magic and sorcery was madness. As a Senior Officer under His Highness's command, Leonard was glad of one thing - his King was not a stickler for these inhuman forces and preferred machines and tactics.
"Officer Mitchell, how are we getting the flying kayaks?"
A meeting, right.
"According to preliminary estimates, four thousand machines are ready for use today," Leonard flipped through the report in his hands, checking the data. Dozens of eyes were on him: from military to noble gentlemen. And yet one of them stood out too much. "We have to finish one thousand within ten days, it will take at least three days for transportation."
"Great! Then within two weeks…"
His Highness was visibly in high spirits. This is not surprising, because the next battle must finally take place on their terms. Leonard buried his face in the papers again, wanting to hide himself in them. Even when the King was planning the allocation of resources and funding from the nobles, one look glared at Leonard, gliding over his face, smoothly passing to his neck, shoulders, and arms. His uniform seemed too fitting. High-rise trousers are tight.
Casually, he straightened a lock of hair and looked up. Gray eyes met his, not even trying to hide when they were caught red-handed. They just narrowed in a kind of satisfaction, as if they were just waiting for his attention. Leonard did not give them such pleasure, returning to reading the reports, sometimes distracted by the decisions of other nobles, completely ignoring the gaze.
Suddenly, an assistant ran into the hall and hurried to the King, whispering something.
"Of course!" He slammed the table, then waved his hand. "The meeting is over for today. Officer Bram, get the guys together. Saliman has found another wizard!"
Leonard frowned at the mention of the Court Sorceress. Fortunately, he wasn't sent on a mission. They are usually too dreary and exhausting because of these tricks. He followed His Majesty, who seemed to remember something else halfway along, and waved his hand at him.
"You're free for now, Officer Mitchell," and left through the nearest balcony, where there was a flying kayak.
Sighing heavily, Leonard relaxed and stretched. All he needs to do is return the documents to his office, after which he can go home and rest. The last few weeks have been exhausting.
His office remained the same as he had left it before his trip. And yet something was wrong.
"You took a long time," said a voice behind him, and they pressed against his back.
"Mr. Dantes," Leonard doesn't need to turn around to know who was treating the military so disrespectfully.
"Officer Mitchell," the voice replied with an audible smile.
Mr. Dantes' hand was even more impolite, stroking his forearm, and he bent his face to his neck, which was still covered by the collar of his uniform.
"I don't remember making an appointment with you," Leonard said, his voice still calm, as if his outer cape had not been pulled off.
"Yes?" Mr. Dantes paused for a second before continuing to climb up his collar. "Then did you look at me at the meeting?"
The uniform had already slowly slipped off Leonard's forearms, who was too focused on kisses on his jaw.
"I could practically feel your eyes on me," he whispered, stifling a hiss as he felt a slight bite on the back of his neck.
"I looked at you with all my respect."
Even without seeing the other person's face behind him, he could feel him breaking into a smile.
"You didn't look at me respectfully," Leonard muttered through his teeth, remembering how he was metaphorically undressed with a glance.
Perhaps the owner of that gaze knew exactly what he was thinking and grinned. His hands were already under his tunic, straightening his shirt out of his trousers, completely unwilling to leave them in decency.
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Summoning lessons always give Sam a headache. Maybe it's part of the basic advanced magic course, but should an unreleased exam affect her long-awaited vacation? This is the height of injustice!
Now she's sitting in class, poring over a book on summoning a familiar. The same circles, spells, reagents, and yet after the last attempt, the room is empty.
Sam wants to rage, and with burning anger she turns the page to double-check everything for the hundredth time and try again.
"Oh..." she jerks her hand away from the book. "Damn it…”
A thin red stripe appears on the pad of her thumb. She wipes a small drop of blood with her other finger and returns to the book again, not that it's a serious wound.
There is already a stone tile with a hollowed-out summoning circle on the table, so students don't have to worry about drawing. There are several recesses around the circle where reagents are poured to enhance magic and open a passage to the astral world.
Exhaling and calming his heart, Sam puts his hand back on the tile and closes his eyes. The spell comes out of her mouth in memorized text. In time with her words, ingredients flow through the grooves into the circle, flooding the study room with a mystical bluish glow. Her own magic is released in a purple, almost dark, stream and swirls around.
A small drop of blood collects under the cut finger, soaking into the magic and spreading across the chalk circle pattern. The color changes abruptly from blue to red, and then to acid green.
“What the…” Sam opens his eyes and pulls his hand away. She no longer casts the spell, but her magic continues to elude her, maintaining the circle of summoning.
Huge amounts of mana rush towards the tile, but the low-level circle wasn't meant for that. The stone cracks and shatters in the next second. Sam covers his face with his hands, falling off the chair.
A rift opens above her, and something comes out. The room is plunged into darkness, in which sometimes dots flash like stars in the night sky. All of this abruptly disappears in a bright flash, and someone is now looming over Sam. A boy with tanned skin, bright white waving hair with blue horns sticking out of it, and acid-green eyes, like summoning magic. There are freckles on his cheeks, connecting like constellations, and his lips are stretched in a grin.
"Hi," his low voice resembles the crunch of snow on the coldest days of winter.
"Hi..." she replies, still looking at the stranger.
It is felt at first glance how power is hidden under this unearthly beauty.
"Why are you looking at me so intently?" He asks and smiles smugly, lifting her chin with his finger. “Like it?”
"I hope you disappear," Sam rolls his eyes and pushes the hand away from his face. "Who are you anyway?"
"Ah, well, obviously..." the creature's gaze stops at something next to her, "...a familiar."
"How can you be familiar..." she sits up and looks in the same direction, noticing her summoning book. "Are you kidding me?!”
Definitely not familiar, he smiles, gently grabs her hand and places a gentle kiss on her knuckles. The small cuts on them after the explosion of the stone tile leave streaks of blood on his lips, which he immediately licks off. Goosebumps run over Sam's skin, and a heaviness associated with magic appears in her soul.
"What did you do?.." She whispers, the strength draining from her body. She wants to fall asleep, but stubbornly keeps her eyes open.
"I've finished summoning," he says, approaching her again and picking her up in his arms when she can't fight at all. "Sleep well, Sam.”
Vaguely aware that she didn't say her name, Sam feels a strange familiarity from the last sentence, and the hug gives incredible peace of mind. Through a haze of fatigue, she seems to see familiar blue eyes.
Perhaps because of the strange acrid feeling in his chest, Danny did not notice how his blue eyes turned a greenish hue. Just a little bit, on the edge of the pupils.
First he had to figure out what was wrong with Gregor. Something inside him-something akin to a heart-spoke of this anomaly.
Ghosts, in fact, perceived the world differently. Danny knew that. Starting from the inversion of colors to the attitude to the affairs of the living. He had to be reminded of this in order not to be distracted when he was the Phantom. Sam and Tucker helped him with this. Do the right thing and stay alive.
Still, he couldn't focus on fighting the ghost now. It had been a long time since he had missed a blow from an ordinary ectopus, and this had already happened twice in the last battle. The guys in White didn't help either, for some reason shooting more accurately and withstanding his shots in response. Nevertheless, Danny couldn't help but look around the school yard, where he noticed Sam and Gregor. For some reason, he did not run away from the battlefield, but seemed to be watching. Suspicion flared up again, and irritation and a strange anger only fueled it.
In the rush of things, Danny didn't notice how the periphery of his vision blurred.
***
The next day was even worse.
The nighttime ghost attacks didn't give Danny a good night's sleep at all. As a result, he was late for his first lesson and was tired as hell. The cherry was Gregor, sitting next to Sam, who was chuckling softly.
"Rough night?" Tucker whispered as Danny sat down next to him.
"That's not the word.”
He wanted to sleep, but his head felt like it had been hit with a damn sledgehammer. The lesson and the teacher's speech were not perceived by the brain at all, and Gregor and Sam whispering did not simplify the task in any way.
As it turned out, school was just the beginning.
Danny ignored the voice of reason in Tucker's face and followed Gregory. He just needed to prove that the new guy wasn't who he claimed to be; that he was an agent of the Guys in White! Keeping an eye on Sam was just a side assignment.
With each new place on this date, Danny's mood worsened. The evening seemed completely dark, and the surroundings were faded. The Guys in White took his mindset to zero, and he had to hide like a human.
And then everything exploded. Metaphorically. Maybe not, Danny didn't remember it well. There was a ringing thought in the head: Gregory had kissed Sam. That's all.
Transformed into a Ghost, Danny flew home.
The horizon seemed gray to him.
***
At lunch at school, Sam sat with him and Tucker, discussing the last lessons and unplanned tests. Danny couldn't concentrate on the conversation, and the food felt bland, like a sponge. His gaze inadvertently fell on Sam, her lips were painted her usual purple shade.
"Danny? Earth to Danny!” Sam's call distracted him from his thoughts. "What's the matter with you today?"
"I'm all right, what's with you?" Danny muttered, still staring intently at Sam."How was your date with Gregory?"
"Oh, well, it's fine," she shrugged in response.
‘Is it okay?!’ Danny gritted his teeth, trying to hold back. ‘Is a kiss okay for her?!’
"Oh, yeah?" And even the paste on your lips?!" and yet it came out of him.
“What…” Sam frowned in incomprehension, but in a second it dawned on her and her eyes sparkled with rage. "You were spying on me! Seriously?!”
"Oh no," Tucker sighed, "I told you it was a bad idea…”
It really was a bad idea, Danny realized. Especially when Sam glared at him and walked away with Gregor, holding hands. He wanted to just drop everything, come home and collapse on his bed, hoping to fall asleep and believe that this was just a nightmare.
However, there are lessons before that.
He hadn't seen Gregor or Sam before he went home.
***
Danny was wrong. The guys in White weren't working with Gregor, they were hunting him!
Pushing his feelings aside, he flew towards the observatory. The agents had already begun firing at the open area, where Danny noticed Sam and Tucker dodging. Gregor was lying a little further away covered in dust.
Anger and irritation have reached a critical maximum. Danny flew up to GIW's plane and disarmed it, pulling out the agents and leaving them without pilots. And those were thrown into the mud at the entrance of their office.
This calmed him down a little. After taking one last look at his friends leaving the playground, Danny flew to the crash site to check if everything was in order.
It took a long time, especially because of the destroyed small store. People turned out to be littered with debris, and he methodically pulled everyone out. The ambulance was already nearby, the police cordoned off the crash, and he had nothing else to do, so he flew home under invisibility.
All that came up on the phone was a message from Tucker saying that he and Sam were okay. That should have calmed him down. That's not.
They're fine.
Tucker said fine.
His gaze skimmed over the message once more, across the room, stopping at the window. THe Phantom was reflected in the glass. White hair, black suit. Eyes... and eyes, eyebrows. the skin looked gray, as if under a failed filter. The rest of the world became cloudy behind the glass.
He looked at the window again, at the room, at the phone.
Tucker's fine.
Sam... Sam?
The Phantom flew through the city with lightning speed, arriving near a rich mansion in just a couple of minutes. He flew up to the familiar windows. They were curtained, but light filtered through the cracks. There was a knock on the glass and the fabric moved, giving permission to enter.
Sam's room remained the same in black tones, and she was wearing a dark robe over her pajamas.
"I'm sorry," was the first thing he blurted out, looking right at her. "I...I shouldn't have done it... I shouldn't spy, even if something feels wrong to me.” He looked away at his clasped hands in white gloves. "And I was wrong, uh... that boy wasn't an agent, he was even being hunted! I…
"Danny!” with that call, his cheeks were cupped and forced to look directly into her worried face. "Danny, Danny! Are you with me?”
Exactly. Right.
Danny still felt terribly lost, but looking into Sam's purple eyes, everything seemed right. She's right next to him. Looked at him. Was worried about him.
“Yes”, His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him. "Here."
If Sam was surprised, she didn't show it, except for her racing heartbeat, and she didn't pull away from his embrace, just moved her hands to his shoulders. Something rumbled inside Danny.
“Well…” She looked at him from under her long eyelashes, a slight blush appeared on her cheeks. “You were actually right, Gregor was a fake and did everything just to pick me up.” She shrugged, hiding her sadness behind her indifference.
"That's not true.”
Even in his departure, Gregor annoyed Danny. If it wasn't for Sam's hugs, this jerk would have gotten a couple of punches from the evil ghost. However, this may happen later.
"Sam, you're the funniest, smartest, most caring..." Danny smoothed a stray strand of hair out of his bangs with one hand, "... and the most beautiful. I-" he exhaled as he ran a finger from hair down her cheek and lifted his chin, leaving so little distance between their faces. - Can I…
The question was interrupted by a gentle kiss. It was an explosion of color, and Danny closed his eyes, completely focusing on the sense of touch. The warmth of Sam's lips was intoxicating and sobering at the same time. Time dragged on forever, but as soon as they parted, it didn't seem enough.
"Well..." Sam whispered, not knowing where to look. “It was good.”
Danny grinned, remembering the conversation in the morning, and reluctantly let her go under a puzzled look. He still wanted to hold Sam in his arms, somewhere close so he could always see her, but now it wasn't as irresistible as it had been ten minutes ago.
"Are you all right?" Sam asked when they parted and he returned to human form. “You used to look kind of detached.”
"I'm fine, it's just..." Danny touched his chest, where there seemed to be something there. “Did it seem like I forgot something? And it was me? Until you called my name.”
A blush spread over his face, especially under Sam's intense and worried gaze. He wanted to disappear. Instead, he turned back into a ghost and soared off the floor.
"Uh, should I go then?" He flew to the window and turned to look at her. “See you tomorrow!”
Without waiting for an answer, Danny got out of the room and flew back home. The bedroom was still the same, but still something had changed. Or is it in him?
The idea of running away from home sounded great in theory. To get away from the prim parents and their pretentious life. To finally feel freedom instead of being trapped in four walls.
Sam didn't think being a rabbit was a bad thing. It's terrible to be a pet in a golden cage. That's why she ran away. Straight from the ball, where they showed her like a doll, explaining what a good wife she would be. As if that meant anything to these predatory-grinning nobles other than a bed warmer or a fertile female. Pamela called it the keeper of the hearth and the protector of children, as if a beautiful name could change the very essence. Unfortunately, Sam knew that her mother wasn't just saying that out of spite, but also believed in it.
Her parents were easily distracted by a small commotion at the other end of the hall and immediately hurried there, leaving her alone. Sam didn't even give the noble sons a second as she slipped into the nearest balcony. It was only about three meters from the ground. She walked over to the corner of the railing where the column was, kicking off her high-heeled shoes along the way.
Once again, she looked around the room through the glass doors hidden by curtains. It seems they haven't thought to look for her yet. Nevertheless, she hurried and examined the dress that her mother had ordered her to wear. This terrible pink color and voluminous ruffles bothered her eyes all evening. And now, without regret, she tore off her outer dress, remaining in a chemise and petticoats. Then she deftly jumped over the railing and carefully descended the ledges in the column, landing in the backyard, far from the front entrance.
Sam knew the security patrols like her own ears. Thanks to Tucker, her only friend and guardian of the Manson Estate. He likes to chat and sometimes told her about his work when she asked. So now she could walk unnoticed through the courtyard all the way to the garden and the hedge maze. There was a small hole under the bushes to get into the fields.
Covered in dust and blades of grass, but happy and free, Sam finally reached the forest through a field. It was a wild area, unmarked by anyone. Beyond that were the lands of other noble families, like lions, tigers, deer, and rumored to be inhabited by mythical beasts. Unfortunately, there was too little information about this, no matter how much Sam searched the family library. Or maybe rabbits couldn't have it, who knows.
The grass, slightly damp after the past rainy week, crunched under her feet, the leaves of the trees above her rustled, and lonely branches creaked in the distance. Nature sang its own music, and Sam listened enthusiastically, absorbing every note as long as she could.
After all, she was not a dreamer, and this was not her first escape. The guards of the Canine family would easily pick up her trail and, depending on when her parents noticed her absence, they would find her no later than early in the morning. For now, she was content with the evening breeze and the red sunset visible through the canopy of trees.
Still, she shouldn't have walked so carelessly in the wilderness. There were animals here that she couldn't negotiate with, and the only thing they did was satisfy their hunger.
Sam didn't hear it, but rather felt it. Danger. The forest was still rustling under the pale rays of the fading sun, but now the shadows were getting longer. She didn't wait for the blow and ran.
Her eyes scanned her surroundings, she needed to find a small enough shelter to wait out the danger. The darkness, as if for evil, prevented her from seeing much. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear a growl. It wasn't the growling of dogs that Tucker had shown her. Something more vicious and deadly that makes the hair stand on end. Her ears were fully turned to the sound, picking up on the change in direction.
There was too little time left before the collision.
The trees opened up a lawn in front of her, a very small field with a large flat stone in the middle. Sam, without thinking twice, turned into a beast. Her little body with golden fur appeared in the folds of her clothes, instead of her black-dyed hair. Her paws were digging a passage under the stone, the main thing was not to get her. However, it didn't take her long when a hollow space suddenly appeared in front of her.
Her little heart was beating fast. She listened to the sounds outside, but there was silence. No howling, growling or heavy breathing of a predator. She seemed to be safe, but she didn't look out, wisely deciding to wait for morning. And now that the danger was over, her body involuntarily relaxed, her energy ran out after a long run, and she fell asleep unnoticed.
***
Waking up has always been a difficult task for Danny. Couldn't Pandora have scheduled a workout for lunch? Why morning? It's not like the naga depends on the time of day!
Even going on a short weekend, Danny had to work out instead of falling asleep for all those hours. Just because he could stay awake for several days didn't mean he needed to. After all, sleep is a great human habit!
In any case, he still had to wake up, because he had to get to Pandora in time so that she wouldn't give him extra hours for being late. However, something stopped him. There was something warm on his tail. Gently squeezing the fluffy ball with the tip of his tail, he pulled it out of his curled body.
Danny saw a small golden fluff with flattened ears and a white tail. He even poked at the muzzle and got no response other than a slight twitch of the nose.
‘Cute...’
Deciding to pick up a brave wild rabbit that was not afraid to approach him, Danny crawled through the forest with the company. The birds were just waking up, and the breeze was stirring the trees and gently playing with his white hair.
The morning chill was not felt on his skin, but the fur ball in his hands visibly trembled. Unfortunately, Danny didn't have anything, not even a light cape, except for a tight tank top. And even though his hugs wouldn't give much warmth, he could still hold the animal to his chest and protect it from the cold wind. He had to get to Pandora's temple as soon as possible.
The nagas were slower on land than in water, but it was enough for Danny to reach the edge of the forest in half an hour. From the smoothness of the movement, the walk did not bother his little friend at all, who was still asleep.
High walls with torches, carved columns and huge statues of naga's warriors appeared in front of him. To the side of the temple was the entrance to the maze, where Pandora stood stroking the minotaur. Her back was open, her posture relaxed, but Danny wouldn't have thought it would take her by surprise.
"Good morning, Daniel," Pandora greeted without even turning around. "Wouldn't you even try to attack?"
"I know when to stop," Danny shrugged. "Morning."
Pandora grinned and turned around, chasing the minotaur back into the maze. Her gaze immediately fell on the young naga's hands, noticing the golden fur.
"Who did you bring today?"
"Oh, that," Danny smiled and opened his arms, lifting the animal higher. Compared to Pandora's height of 12 feet, the rabbit looked very tiny. - I found it in the forest, or rather it climbed into my tail ring. Can I take it with me? It'll be warmer and safer in the palace than the wild forests, right?
"Hmm..." Pandora lightly poked at the fluff and carefully examined the creature. "Daniel, you know it's a beastman, right?"
It turned out to be loud enough for the animal to wake up and move, slowly lifting its head and ears.
"Wh-what... what?!" - Danny brought the rabbit closer to him, which caused the animal to freeze, the nose twitched, and the eyes, a fascinating shade of purple, focused on his face. "But don't beastmen look like people with animal characteristics?"
The rabbit had enough nerve to roll his eyes and snort in his face. Danny could now believe that it really was an unusual animal.
He awkwardly examined the rabbit, for which he received a hiss and a twitch of paw in response. Then, with the same embarrassment, he released him to the ground in the ring of his tail.
"Uh... I beg your pardon?" Danny scratched the back of his head, letting go of his gaze. "I didn't know you were a beastman... so that doesn't mean I had to take you without permission... but…"
"I think our guest realized that you were sorry," Pandora smiled with that sly look. "How about you let her out of the tail ring and let her go inside.
"Ah?" Danny looked at his mentor and back at the rabbit. "But what about the transformation into human form?"
And the beast hissed again and jumped on his tail, slowly climbing up a kind of wall.
"Daniel, the beastmen don't appear clothed when they transform."
'The Ancients...' Danny felt his cheeks turn red. All he had to do was give the rabbit a path, and together with Pandora they went to the temple, and he awkwardly trailed after them.
The little friend did not lose his jumping pace, keeping up with Naga. When they reached the massive entrance, they looked at Danny again, snorted, and disappeared inside. Pandora laughed for some reason and went in too, closing the door in front of him.
It wasn't a long wait, and yet every minute dragged by as Danny crawled around the porch, spinning in circles. He was terribly embarrassed and wanted to properly apologize after seeing the person himself.
Finally, the temple doors opened, and Danny crawled closer.
His jaw seemed to drop as his gaze swept over the human figure that had walked out. The white tunic covered the entire body up to the ankles, and the arms came out of the side slits. Short black hair reached shoulders, and two ears peeked out from the top of head. The familiar purple eyes stared right at him, very intently, as if they could find out everything about him. Danny's heart skipped a beat and then started beating again in a new rhythm, and the tip of his tail moved restlessly.
"Uh... ah, well..." the words, as if to spite him, did not come to his mind at all. "I-I'm sorry that I take you with me?"
'The Ancients, this is terrible,' Danny wanted to twist his tail and hide there until the end of time. 'Why has it become so difficult to speak?'
"It's okay," the girl shrugged. "I can't blame you when I got to you first, even if I thought you were a stone."
"I'm... a stone?.." Unintentionally, Danny looked down at his tail, which was covered with black scales glistening in the sun.
"Pfft..." she looked at him so straightforwardly, holding back her laughter. "Yes, it's a very beautiful stone."
Danny was sure he was sick, because his heart had never beaten so fast.
okay so basically this is my characterization of the main trio + vlad. may or may not be accurate
danny
very responsible
low self esteem
easily influenced by peer pressure
often oblivious to the feelings of others
cheeky
sarcastic, witty
self critical. tends to beat himself up for minor mistakes or things that aren't completely his fault.
socially awkward, can be kinda shy
helpful
selfless
logical
clever, usually in battle. resourceful/problem solver
curious (about stuff that interests him)
negative/pessimistic. can be pretty grumpy.
pragmatic
strong willpower, does not go down easily or for long
usually pretty friendly (to humans at least)
easily annoyed but not often extremely angry
more motivated by external stakes than internal (if this makes any sense. Real world impact > emotional/non tangible impact)
preference towards normalcy, usually as a reaction to his own abnormality
he's kind of grieving something all of the time. his death. his dreams. his relationships with people. the relationships he could have with people. very much an "if only..." type of person.
tucker
loyal (strongest character trait imo)
optimistic
confident
prefers to be in the action, rather than a bystander
can be easily jealous but tries not to let it impact his relationships (d1 level suppressor of negative emotion)
restless, energetic. enterprising.
secure in his identity, comfortable in his own skin
while he's comfortable with himself, he's sometimes bothered by how others see him. his personal identity usually means more to him than others opinions, though.
insecure with how he compares to others
funny, lighthearted
helpful, mainly to his friends
clever, knows how to work things in his favor
people person
flirts with lots of people but he does not mean a single word
upbeat
kinda egotistical
also kind of power hungry
not too caught up in stuff like the greater good. whats important to him and the people he loves matters more than whats important for everyone else.
doesnt tend to think of the possible negative impact of things, can be shortsighted. naive. i feel like this is connected to his general optimism.
sam
strong moral compass
passionate
also sarcastic
principled
can be hypocritical
rigid in her thinking, stubborn
protective
prefers the abnormal to the normal, usually as an escape from the role society places her into against her will
ironically, can be quick to put people into boxes (no sympathy will be given to paulina)
empathetic, usually more to ghosts than humans
independant
secure in her identity, insecure about her background
caring
greater good > whats best for her and her friends. opposite of tucker. selfless.
values uniqueness
rebellious, independent
unafraid to be herself
driven, determined
smart
vlad
bitter
obsessive
manipulative
two-faced, dishonest
clever, similar to tucker he knows how to work things in his favor. advantageous.
has a flair for the dramatic
cheeky, mischievous
childish
passionate, has very strong emotions
cowardly
determined, stubborn. does not give up easily.
struggles to see things from others point of view
lonely
holds grudges
emotion > logic
smart, good strategist.
ambitious
kinda gullible
arrogant
i may add more later but for now this is what i think of with these characters
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“If you wanted to tell me something, then I think now is the time.”
Sam felt stupid. She could have said something. Finally say that she… However, the silence was safe. And what were her feelings when they faced the problem of the Ghost King and the possible fatal consequence of using Ecto-Skeleton?
She couldn't even smile back at Danny. At least to comfort him.
And yet the world did not stand still. The green sky of the Zone was quickly filled with bloody clouds, gathering into the silhouette of the Ghost King. Danny didn't waste any more time on doubts and flew through the disabled ghost shield towards the enemy's fortress.
Together with Tucker, Sam took up blasters again and shot down an army of skeletons. Shooting seemed meditative: see the enemy, aim and shoot. Rinse and repeat.
Unfortunately, time dragged on like molasses. There was no sign of Danny's return, and with every passing second, tension was building in her stomach.
Suddenly, the sky began to mess up, like the graphics in a terrible game, returning to its blue color, or back to acid green. It hovered for a couple of minutes and finally stopped at blue. It became much easier to breathe, the smell of ozone was gone, the air did not seem filled with ectoplasm. The skeletons froze and bones fell, like puppets whose strings had been cut.
Sam turned around, where she saw Tucker struggling. They met eyes and, in silent understanding, ran back to the Fenton Works. The beam of ghostly energy was no longer coming from the antenna, and the shield was turned off. For some reason, the silence around the house did not calm the two friends.
Everything was the same inside Fenton Works. Scattered weapons, some leaking ectoplasm, a couple of piles of bone dust, and burns on the walls. Sam went further into the house, leaving Tucker to catch his breath on the porch.
A muffled hum of voices could be heard from the corridor to the underground laboratory. Sam gently pushed the metal door, as always, without creaking, just enough for her to fit through.
"…messing with our inventions to ruin them!", - Mrs. Fenton's voice came to her. Too annoyed when the city finally returned to the living world.
"Don't worry, Maddiekins, just let the ghost boy come closer and I'll take him apart molecule by molecule!" - The loud-mouthed Mr. Fenton comforted his wife in his own way, but it made Sam's heart sink.
"At least the ghost army was stopped…" - Damon tried to calm them down, but it seemed like it was a failed idea.
"Dad, you don't understand, the Phantom took the costume for his nefarious purposes!" - Valerie was burning with anger and whispering through her teeth. - "He even dared to reveal my identity."…
"We'll talk about this later, young lady!" Damon left the Fentons and looked at his daughter reproachfully. She visibly faded away, but the fury in her eyes did not subside at all. Sam hoped that this wouldn't create problems for the future Danny, especially in light of the recent relatively friendly days with Valerie.
Suddenly, Sam felt a weight on her shoulder and whirled around, preparing to strike. However, Jazz stood in the aisle, stunned, with her hands up, and her aqua blue eyes were strangely sad.
"Sam?" - she whispered, her gaze moving from her parents to Grays and then to Sam.
"Uh… well, of course it's okay", - Sam tried to keep her voice calm and shrugged her shoulders. - "And you?"
"I'm fine, but…" - Jazz clasped her hands in front of her and bit her lip, showing her concern. - "You know… is Danny okay?"
Sam's heart sank, but she steadfastly held on, tried to smile. Perhaps it turned out terribly if Jazz's eyebrows were furrowed.
"O-of course, why is there something wrong with him? He's okay, he's, uh, probably hiding somewhere in the city."
"If you say so…"
Sam kept a smile on her face as Jazz nodded at her silly lie, and then went down to the lab, joining her parents in the conversation.
"What the hell!.." - Tucker's shout caught her attention, and she closed the door and ran into the living room.
Her body froze when she noticed Vlad in the center of the room, who was holding an unconscious Danny. Instinctively, she raised her hand and aimed the blaster on her wrist at the man's face. Tucker was doing the same thing, aiming from behind.
"Let him go, Vlad…" - Sam almost hissed.
"Ah, Miss Manson, you're as always-..."
Before he could respond, a thin ectoplasmic ray flew less than an inch from a lock of his hair.
"Let. Him. Go." - Sam repeated her order again.
This time Vlad didn't say anything, but slowly let Danny to the couch, where Tucker came over. He picked up his friend and went to the stairs, while Sam guarded their backs, watching the calmly standing man.
When they entered Danny's room and locked the door, they both sighed, relaxing a little in this illusion of protection and privacy from fruitloop. Danny himself was still unconscious when they laid him on the bed. His skin seemed paler than usual, highlighting dark bags under his eyes, his hair was matted, and his clothes were disheveled.
"He's going to be okay, isn't he?" - Tucker whispered, watching the occasional dip of Danny's chest. His hands fiddled with the PDA, circling each button, just to keep his fingers from shaking.
Sam didn't know what to say. Her hand was on the sleeping boy's wrist, reading his slow pulse.
They both flinched when Danny coughed violently, his eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes opened slightly. He slowly surveyed his surroundings before focusing on them. Then he coughed again and Tucker quickly got up and went to the exit.
"I'll get some water", - the slight tremor in his voice was overshadowed by the relief in his posture.
The door closed behind him, leaving the two friends alone. Sam didn't really notice Tucker leaving. All her attention was focused on Danny, who was still recovering. She counted her pulse again. Slow, but within the normal range of her ghost boy. Breathing was also normal, there were no noticeable wounds or bruises. Only fatigue was imprinted on this body.
"Sam?"
The quiet call of Danny, already half-sitting on the bed, lifted some weight from her, dispelled her stupor. She threw herself at him with a hug, stifling a slight sob.
He could have died fighting the Ghost King.
He could have died from Ecto-Skeleton exhaustion.
He could have died while he was in Plasmius' hands.
"You're alive…" - she mumbled. Confirmed that it was real.
She heard a soft chuckle from above, and a hand was passed through her hair.
"Hey", - Danny called, and his hand lifted her chin. - "I'm all right. I won."
Their eyes met. There was so little distance between their faces.
Sam didn't know who moved first. It was definitely after her gaze dropped a short second lower before their lips touched. A soft touch and they broke away, but didn't go far, still sharing the same breath between the two.
"I… I wait you... " - she said, the stupidest confession of all the thousands of other things she could say. - "I…"
"Me too," - Danny smiled sweetly and disarmingly, knowing exactly what she meant.
His hand circled her neck and they approached again. The kiss was deeper and brighter, causing butterflies to form in her stomach.
The creaking of the stairs and the trampling of a crowd of people caught Sam's attention. She abruptly pushed Danny to lie on the bed, and she stood up from the edge. A soft whimper came from him as the back of his head hit the bed frame. She looked at him sheepishly and mouthed “sorry”. He responded by rolling his eyes with a smile.
The events after that passed in a kind of haze, Sam did not even notice how she returned home and lay on her bed. She buried her face in the pillow, stifling a scream, her heart racing as her brain finally realized what she had done.
That evening, she quietly went to bed with a light heart, and no amount of Tucker's curiosity and Valerie's statements spoiled the following days for her.
Hello there! I'm glad to say that I'm participated in the DPXDCBang2025 @dpxdcbigbang! I've been waiting to publish my work, and here it is below.
Also want to thanks my team members: beta - @valen-but-not-tine and artist - @numinous-scribe
Not a Threat, Just a Ghost - Chapter 1 - TuranaRin - DCU [Archive of Our Own]
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Category: Gen
Trigger Warnings: Mentioned of minor character death, mentioned experiments on children, mentioned past violence
Pairings/Relationships: Ellie & Justice League, Ellie & Young Justice, Ellie & Conner Kent, Ellie & Atlanteans, Ellie & original character, mentioned Danny/Sam
Tags: Angst and fluff, Happy Ending, Dani aka Ellie, Danny is parent Ellie, Ghost King Danny, Ellie has ocean core, Danny has cosmic core, bounded cores, Danny will appear only at the end, Ellie-centric fic, Ellie likes traveling, and she get in trouble in that trip, anyway she's going to have fun wherever she is, Ellie becomes a superhero, Ellie as Phantasm, problem of cloning, metahumans, children cloning, experiments, problem of self-identities, past violence, Vlad is asshole in past, Conner needs hug, and get it, Ellie influence on ocean, Atlanteans feel it, Ocean worried, Atlanteans protect Ellie, JL not bad, just some of them is paranoid big bat, DPXDCBang2025
Summary:
Ellie believed she was more Phantom than Fenton. How many adventures Dad and Team got into sometimes defied logic. And with all their sincere irritation, they swore at the cursed Fenton family name, and maybe a little at Danny's own natural bad luck.
Unfortunately, and to the detriment of her plans, Ellie will have to understand the hard way that she has inherited a lot more than she would like.
Does anyone have head cannons for what ethnicities the ghosts could be? Like, everything in the show seems pretty divorced from culture in general, because early 2000s show for general audiences but I'm kinda curious. (I strongly reject whatever the hell b*tch heart attack said about ghosts not actually being human and actually just monsters from another dimension making up stories about human lives.) We've seen a bit of Desiree's background, and Dora and her kingdom are European or at least based on old Europe. Vlad has a Russian sounding name and silver hair which is pretty characteristic. (Did you know that if you look up if Vlad is Russian, they say that Danny is French-American? You do now.)
They don't really do much with them and they kind of went in a different direction after Phantom Planet (which I'm politely choosing not to comment on and pretending did not happen) but I kinda wanted to see Danny spending Christmas with Tucker or a couple days of Hanukkah with Sam or celebrating Dia De Los Muertos (Day of The Dead!) or to have Paulina's Quinceñera be a plot point for one of the episodes in the fashion of typical teenage tv drama.
I want to see more of the extended Fenton family's shenanigans. I want to see the other characters relationships with their families. I want to know the background characters' (at least the other A-listers and maybe Mikey) last names! (And on that note, I kind of want Wes to be a character. The fandom could probably come up with his lore since they came up with him.) I want to see if the Guys In White have lives outside of their work or at least have it vaguely hinted at.
I want all the ghosts' lore (as in the backstories of the ghosts that frequently fight Danny). I want fond reminiscing of their families/jobs/special interests or complete refusal to talk about their lives. Pain from the loss of it all or from bad memories. Ghosts who are completely divorced from their pasts, not because of any bad things that happened, but because what they have as a ghost is so much better. Ghosts who can't even remember their pasts because it's been so long since they were alive and all that's left are vague impressions of memories. Have any of their friends or family members become ghosts? How much of their pasts do they remember, and how much of that influences how they act now?
Why does Youngblood hate adults so much? What led Spectra to start feeding on negative emotions, was she always that bad? Why was Vlad alone in the hospital during his death/treatment, where was his family? How did he hide that whole incident or cover it up? Did he even bother, or did he just pay the doctors not to publish their discoveries? Worse, what else would he have done to silence them? Did he hurt any of them by accident? (It would've been a lot more interesting to see the GIW or some other character *cough*Wes*cough* dig into his past for some reason and stumble upon his old hospital records and Danny has to help him either disprove/destroy the records to stop mutual outings or kickstart Vlad's redemption arc while hiding him and finally revealing himself to his parents. (Looking at you, Phantom Planet))
Also I would very much like to see more of the different cultures in the Realms. I want to hear about how existing ones grow and adapt in the Realms vs in the human world, cultures that started because of new races and groups, how wars and fatal (for ghosts) battles in the Zone would look and how they've shaped the people there, different taboos and Holidays that emerged, how most wounds and conditions are recoverable unless they have some psychological impact, if Blood Blossoms were ever a major issue, if ghosts and humans have had major friction before and what that would have looked like, how humans got stories of cryptids since (based off the Yetis in the Far Frozen) they're apparently residents of the Realms, would new art and music and structures have emerged or is some part of the dead still stuck in the past while the Neverborns are slow to change. All that jazz.
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As a very, very, VERY early and light interest check, would people be interested in a LotM Big Bang next year (or reverse big bang, if there are a lots more artists into the idea and/or people want the writing count lowered)?
*a fandom Big Bang is an event that puts writers and artists together with a deadline to create collaborative projects together.
Might participating in LotM Big Bang 2026
Yes!! I would write/draw for it!
No, I'm not an artist or writer but it'd be cool to see
I'm not sure, but it's a possibility for me / maybe
Voting ended onSep 30, 2025
(I can only add 1 poll, but will link to response poll people who answered yes!)
Recently I’ve been thinking about the different types of love languages in Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, The S-Classes That I Raised, and Lout of the Count’s Family…
Not to say that each of the stories describes only one single kind of love language; they are, after all, all novels that focus on Found Family, with many different types of relationships between characters that express their love for each other in as many different ways.
Yet, I’ve noticed how at the core of each of these three stories there is one specific act of love that recurs more than others, and that becomes the true Theme each novel revolves around.
In Lout of the Count’s Family, the main love language is providing food and a home.
“Home” is such an important concept in LCF that Cale collects houses like they were pokemon cards. The source of his trauma when he was a child as Kim Roksu was that he was not given sufficient food, and that where he lived was not truly a shelter where he could feel safe, just a place he was trapped in.
And I don’t think there are ever more than 2 chapters in a row without a character offering food to others, or asking if they’re hungry, if they’ve eaten, why haven’t you eaten, here have some apple pie!!
Cale uses his newfound money and power to make sure his loved ones are provided for. That’s how he adopts bonds with most of his new family.
The first thing Raon does after he’s freed from the prison he’s been trapped in all his life, is to leave food for this hopelessly weak human.
Choi Han, who has lived alone in a dangerous forest for decades, would do anything to protect his home.
The Crown Prince, who has been isolated and untrusting of everyone ever since his mother died, makes sure to always have cookies in his bedroom in case guests “break in” for a visit at any time of the day or the night.
I love you, you’ll never be hungry again. I love you, my home is your home.
In The S-Classes That I Raised, the main love language is words.
Yoojin’s powers are literally activated by telling people “I love you”. Because all he ever wanted was to say “I love you” to his brother one last time.
Because the tragedy that starts the story happens because Yoohyun loved and protected his hyung in secret for years. Silence creates misunderstandings, it creates distance, it leads to loss.
Loving someone isn’t enough, tell them! Reassure them. Remember what they say, because their words are important!!
Ever since the regression, Yoojin always let people know when he loves them and appreciates them. “You’re perfect, you’re cute, you’re so talented, you’re so handsome, you are loved.”
And as the novel progresses, whenever Yoojin is in pain, or doesn’t know what to do, he turns to Sung Hyunje because he needs to be reassured, he needs to know he did well, he needs to hear he is still important to the people he loves.
I love you, please know that I love you! I love you, please tell me you love me back.
And finally, in Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, the main love language is time.
Time is one of the greatest sources of horrors in ORV. Eternities upon eternities of suffering, being trapped for ages in the same, hopeless loop, wishing for everything to just stop.
And yet, time is also the greatest gift characters give to each other.
Because the wounds Dokja suffered as a child, and then again and again through his whole life…. They need time to heal. They need so much time. They will probably take forever.
So let them take forever.
Despite how much pain and worry he causes his companions by giving up on himself over and over again, his companions never give up on him. And he doesn’t understand why!! He doesn’t think he’s worth it. But it’s not his choice, it’s theirs. And they will go through as many tries, as much pain, as much time as it takes, before they can finally save him.
I love you, so I will wait fifty years for you. I love you, so I will live through thousands of lifetimes to find you. I love you, so I will read and reread your story for the rest of time, just to keep you alive.