not invisobill

danny fenton. 27. investigator.

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intro/headcanons.

Danny wanted to be an astronaut as a kid, and while that career path never really worked out for him he’s still obsessed with space and all things about it. He loves planetariums and gets twitter notifications from NASA’s twitter account. He’s also secretly into astrology and checks his horoscope religiously  because of course the universe has something in store for him, he’d like to be prepared for it. He’s a huge nerd. 

Being bullied his entire life has definitely killed his perception of himself. While he might be told now he’s attractive and the brooding mysterious thing is kinda’ cool, he doesn’t ever see himself as more than the nerd who was getting shoved into his locker. It makes it hard to start conversations with new people, and he’s constantly over thinking every single thing he says and does because people’s opinion of him matters that much.

But when he’s comfortable with someone he’s a little bold and witty. He thinks witty means he’s always funny, but he’s not. 

He’s still embarrassed by his parents, mainly his dad. He loves and respects them so much, but they can be a little clueless and his dad never learned how to read the room. So yeah, they still stress him out. 

Not really adjusting well to having to be an adult and take care of himself. He forgets things all the time; like to buy groceries so he has food to cook at home, or the due date for his bills. He spends most of his money on take out and it’s kind of a problem. Even when he does remember groceries he just doesn’t have the energy or the desire to cook. He’s started putting little alarms and reminders on his phone so he can just be better at all of the responsibilities, but he’s not really optimistic this will work out well for him. 

He hates Ghostbusters. His parents were ghost hunters and he has ghost powers, please just...he hates it ok. Move. 

He is not a morning person. In college he tried his best to arrange his schedule so he could take afternoon classes because waking up at like six for an eight am class was just not something he wanted for himself. Even now he doesn’t do well with the mornings. 

He’s allergic to going to bed before one in the morning, which definitely contributes to why he doesn’t do well with early mornings. Danny is well aware that he could solve a lot of his problems if he just shut up and went to bed at a reasonable hour,  but he just can’t. Especially if there’s something fun going on around the island. If there’s a party or people he likes are hanging out late he’s got to be a part of it. He has serious FOMO and it’s one of those ugly things from high school coming back to bite him in the butt. He was never included in the fun stuff, so now he can’t cope with the idea of maybe missing it. 

His sleep schedule is honestly such a nightmare. He’s either running on four hours of sleep or he slept for fourteen hours. There’s no in between. 

The ghost powers scared the shit out of him when he first got them. He was at work, going to grab a cup of coffee and the pot of coffee just...passed right through him. He didn’t even realize it happened at first, a coworker had to point out to him that he dropped the pot and the coffee was spilling all over the floor. Danny thought that was weird because he was positive he’d grabbed it, but he just chalked it up to being half asleep and not really paying attention to what he was doing. It kept happening that week, he sleepily walked right through closed doors and at one point while talking to his parents on the phone he realized he was completely invisible. 

He spent hours on the internet trying to figure out what the hell was going on with him. He didn’t get very far in figuring it out and he’s frustrated that he’s basically stuck with no real answers or guidance. He’s aware he can call his parents for help, they’re literally scientists this is their thing, right? But he’s terrified that they won’t handle the information well, or worse they’ll just spend their time trying to destroy him because he’s seen that their fear of the paranormal outweighs their rationality sometimes. So he kind of just skulks around town looking for more information. He’s open to talking to anyone about it, but the conversation will be based around a lot of hypothetical friends with hypothetical powers before he can decide if he trusts the person enough to be honest. 

It took him three months to realize that his powers are primarily emotion based. When he’s embarrassed or anxious he goes intangible or invisible, when he’s angry he can shoot ecto blasts. It was initially all very confusing (and terrifying) for him, but he’s learned how to better control his feelings because of it. He tries to keep his thoughts and whims in check to the best of his ability but he can’t really help the fact that he’s a ball of nerves and self doubt.  But he knows he’s gotta figure this out soon because his powers could potentially hurt someone if he’s not handling it correctly. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

the usual stuff: friends, exes, crushes. PARANORMAL PALS ok? help him understand his powers!! 

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officialcliomuse​:

a small hum as she scrunches up her nose in annoyance on his behave for having to do that. though it turns to a bit of confusion as danny asks if she wants him to hang around for a bit - like it hasn’t been nearly two weeks since they’d last seen each other. the answer should be obvious that of course clio wants to continue talking and being with him - but honestly… if he’s going to continue acting as strange as he was, she wasn’t sure if that was actually the case. but her sisters would be gone for at least another half hour and being with danny, like always, was better than being alone so she nods and turns around to unlock the door to the room she was sharing with teri. “we literally live in a tour bus right now, every day is family time. they’ll survive spending one afternoon without me.” as she enters the hotel room, she holds the door open for him to follow behind. 

“that’s fair i guess.” danny follows clio into the room, small tense smile on his face once he’s inside. looking around, he shoves his hands in his pockets, trying his best to focus on anything that will keep him from having to look at clio. from having to face this. he’d never been good with these sorts of things, the hard conversations. feelings, of any kind, were a hard subject for danny but when it comes to relationships that hesitation is only intensified. he never sets out to upset anyone, always feeling guilty after he hurts someone in anger. and he’s always been exceptionally bad at just ripping the band aid off -- that’s how he and clio made it this far to begin with. but still, as he stands here with her, avoiding the obvious conversation he can’t deny that he’s hesitating not only because he’s afraid of the reaction, but because there’s a small part of him that just might miss her. “i uh...i wanted to talk to you about something.” 

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“ they’re all the same. some stupid killer stalking some big-breasted girl who can’t act who is always running up the stairs when she should be running out the front door. it’s insulting. “ (Jazz)

danny snorts, not even a little surprised that jazz has such strong opinions about horror movies. he’s never known his sister to not have strong opinions about most things, so this is no shock. but, as the horror movie enthusiast in the room he does have to make some sort of argument in their defense. “whoa, whoa. scream never did that.” he begins with a smile. “tatum didn’t run out the door — yes. but she never ran up the stairs. and the actual final girl of the movie was smart and didn’t hesitate to kill the killer because of love.” so maybe danny had strong feelings about how scream was one of the best horror movies ever made, but no one could fully blame him. “besides Billy loomis licking corn syrup off his fingers with a knife in hand? that...changes you as a person. come on.” it’s doubtful jazz will still join him for his scream movie marathon but he has to try. @ncttaghcstt

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firebreathinfred​:

“yeah, right there,” he answers, not yet picking up on the importance of that fact or the danger in the situation. pointing over to the pumpkin, fred struggles to his feet for a moment and is just about to fight danny that he should be allowed to keep the sword. though the rumbling makes him doubt whether that’s a good idea - fred still feels whatever’s about to be coming he’d rather face with a cool new sword in his hand than without a weapon of any kind. the one danny had given him left behind at their original shooting spot. the words don’t get a chance to leave his mouth though before he’s being sent flying back to the ground a few feet away from where he’d just been standing. “what the fuck?!” he shouts, eyes closing both out of pain from the fall and also a bit of genuine fear at what he might see if he opened them again. “shit, shit, shit. this is bad, isn’t it?”

it’s almost comical the way exhaustion leaves danny’s body the second he and fred go flying backwards. as much as he needs the rest, he can’t deny that he needed this wake up call even more. leaving fred alone for even a second was a mistake, and he should have known better than to do something so irresponsible. the impact of the fall barely registers with him, danny choosing to completely ignore the pain entirely as he scrambles over to fred to take the sword from him. “you found a sword in a pumpkin and everything went kaboom, no fucking shit this is bad.” his words no anger in them, just mild annoyance that isn’t even directed at fred really. “put it back right now!” he scolds, reaching for the weapon in his best friend’s hand. but it’s too late to stop whatever the hell this is, danny realizes. the neighing of a horse in the distance calls his attention away from fred, and he’s got no choice but to stare at a knight in black armor sitting atop a black horse. “hello?!” honestly. what the fuck was this. 

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artsandpoppy​:

“so you’re kinda like a giant ghost magnet?” she teases, grinning over at him as they continue to head further into the forest. at the mention of her daughter, poppy perks up even more - so much so that the soft glow radiating off of her skin brightens and shifts into a lavender shade that illuminates the area around the two of them. considering the cameraman was following behind them, she should probably try to control that, but it was so convenient being able to actually see now and well it was a bit of a pain to try holding in all of her excitement anyway. “she’s great! just turned one, as you know. it’s wild to think that a whole year has already passed. but how have you been? doing okay?” she doesn’t want to ask too much about all the things that have happened to him in the past few months - because in all honesty, she only really knew about most of them because of gossip around the island - but as always poppy can’t help but feel the need to check in anyway. to at least offer him the the chance to talk about it if he needed.

“honestly? yeah. bit of a trouble magnet.” danny laughs, the sound coming out quiet and a little more tense than it should, almost as if the thought alone is exhausting. which, in all fairness, danny is indeed fucking exhausted. but hes not going to dwell on that, not right now at least. instead, he focuses his attention on the way poppy glows a bright lavender. he’d never fully understood how the people on the island got their powers or why, and as fucking random as glowing is (in his opinion at least) he cant imagine poppy not glowing. “yeah i was kind of confused when you invited me to her birthday party...it didn’t seem like it’d been that long since you had her.” time was fake as far as danny was concerned, but he could finally understand why people always said time goes by so quickly, especially in regards to kids. he didn’t have any of his own, but just watching Lily rose suddenly be one seemed wild to say the least. “tired but otherwise great.” he shrugs. if poppy had wanted to talk about something specific it goes completely over his head, mostly due to the fact that he’d long let go of his breakup with clio. the only real fall out he experienced was getting roasted online for weeks about her sister beating him up, but Danny didn’t have that much of a social media presence for him to have even experienced the worst of it. but losing clio? in the grand scheme of things? it didn’t hurt as much as it should have considering how long they were together. he missed her sometimes and wished her and her sisters well but otherwise left with very few scars aside from the initial embarrassment of a public breakup.

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lockbordes​:

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an so the game had begun but the reaction he had hoped hadn’t truly been the one he had gotten. brushing his fingertips against his chin he began to wonder if his plan would crumble with no fun to be had. there were still some tricks he could implement, and maybe being in this episode could be a sort of publicity stunt for the casino. maybe his dad would be proud about the fact that he would be bringing more business in. 

pressing a couple of buttons and keys he began the next part of his plan, almost feeling his own skin tingle. the sound of a tricycle and soft laughter of a child began to play. the more he listened the more he began to get sucked into his own prank, hearing the sound of the laughter expand as it came closer and become quieter as it seemed to go farther. a ball coming out from a hidden trap door to rest against danny’s leg. “let’s play. do you want to play?” the childs voice resonated from all places.

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danny stands in the middle of a room in an abandoned mansion, caught somewhere between curious and annoyed. whatever this was, it wasn’t an actual ghost. and whoever was behind it had gone through a lot of trouble to make sure it seemed like it was one, in fact, the effort this person had put in was what kept danny rooted to the spot. a genuine curiosity to see how much longer this would go on and wanting to tell the perpetrator they’d done a good job in all honesty - he just had a secret unfair advantage. and even though he knows it’s not real, danny still shivers when he hears the child’s laughter, finding it impossible to shake how creepy that was. real or not children ghosts would always be fucking terrifying, and he stands by that. 

“no,” he answers bluntly, bending down to pick up the ball that rolls out and rests against his leg. “not necessarily.” of course he didn’t want to play. who the fuck wants to play in a situation like this? he takes a few steps forward, beginning to look around the room to see if he can find the source of the sound effects. peering around the room, eyes narrowed as he inspects crevices with the ball still in hand. if he was more alert he’d take note of the temperature change in the room, noticing the way it drops tremendously where he’s standing, signaling the arrival of a real ghost. he’s not necessarily all that prepared for the moment when he breathes out a puff of white smoke. “fuck.” and just like that, so easily he goes from annoyed to tense. “don’t be a kid, please don’t be a kid.” he whispers a silent prayer to himself as he turns around, coming face to face with an apparition in an old clown suit that hadn’t been there a moment ago. 

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artsandpoppy​:

eyes widening at the casual way danny discusses the lack of safety on the weapon, poppy almost wants to put it back and say she’d just take her chances against any ghosts using her pepper spray and knife. but even she wasn’t quite that reckless. besides, if danny trusted her with it then it can’t be too dangerous, right? “let’s go find a ghost,” she agrees, tucking the bazooka under her arm carefully to make sure she doesn’t press any buttons and following behind the host. “so - is there anything special we have to do to find one? or are we just going to wander around and hope to come across something?” at first when he had asked her to be a part of an episode, poppy had assumed they’d do some kind of seance or something but so far that didn’t seem like it was going to be the case. 

“nah,” danny shrugs, and for the first time he realizes that many of his friends don’t fully understand how this works. this, being far more than being on a ghost hunting show, but being on his show specifically — even more notably, just walking a day in his life. he contemplates if he should give poppy a real explanation, the full truth considering he knows about her own power. but he decides against it, solely because it’s not like she can hide the fact that she glows so chances are he knows solely due to circumstance and not because she wants him to. “usually i just...exist and they find me.” it was more honest than he cared to admit, ever since the accident he found himself attracting more and more spirits as if the very existence of a human ghost hybrid was inviting challenge on some sort of level. all he wanted to do was sleep, and yet the ghost zone would never let him. “but we can chat to pass the time. how are you? how’s lily rose?”

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devillelil​:

“Thanks,” Lil smiled. Sometimes, she would hesitate to talk about school to others, thinking they might find it boring or not really care, so it was nice to hear the encouraging response from Danny. “Yeah, pretty much,” she agreed with a laugh. “Sports management,” Lil answered as she followed him through the cemetery. “I haven’t really decided what I’m gonna do with my degree yet, but there’s actually a lot of different job opportunities for my major.” She looks toward where Danny pointed, eyebrows raising slightly. “Woah, that’s .. kinda creepy, but also kinda cool.”

danny had never been good at advice, and was easily the last person anyone should be listening to about...well most things. so, when lil admits she isn’t really sure what to do with her degree he has nothing to really say. he didn’t know what she could do with it either. but, he can still at least offer some encouragement. “you’ve got time to figure it out,” he smiles. “even if after you graduate you still don’t have a set idea that’s alright. the right thing will come to you, so don’t stress about it.” that comes from his own personal experience. it should be no surprise to anyone that knows anything about him that ghost hunting show host was not his initial plan. hell, broadcast media isn’t even what he’d originally went to school for. but that was neither here nor there. danny looks over at lil, eyebrows raised as she breathes out a ‘woah’ in response to the mausoleum. “definitely creepy. I’d hold off on cool though.” he shakes his head, quiet chuckle leaving his lips as they continued the path to their destination. when they reach the giant stone doors, Danny’s hands instinctively move to pull the door open. but he freezes, looking back at lil. “last call on bailing.” it’s unlikely she’ll take the out, but he can’t help but offer one last time.

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officialcliomuse​:

it is exciting, but the way danny says it makes it obvious he doesn’t really think so. just another clear sign that something is wrong. and clio’s getting close to snapping and just asking what’s  fucking wrong - not caring if they have a fight right before separating if it just means he’ll stop acting like this. but she holds off, keeping it in for even just another few minutes in hopes that maybe he’ll get his shit together and things can go back to normal. “is she expecting you back any time soon?” she asks, though at this point she’s not even sure if she wants to spend more time with him right now, not with the way he’s currently behaving. but he came all the way out here and she did miss him so clio also isn’t in any rush to send him away. it was conflicting - much like so many things in their relationship. “no, she’s hanging out with some of the girls for a little while. we’re free.”

the awkward tension hanging around them is insufferable. and he can fault no one but himself. they’d been here for ages, cruising down a dead end street and ignoring every sign that begged they turn back before it was too late. but they’d been so foolish, so desperate for a connection that they were willing to force it just to avoid being alone. “think she said something about calling my uncle vlad later,” he grimaces, unable to hide the scowl that touches his face at the mention of his father’s best friend. “but i can hang for a bit if you wanted.” in reality, he’s not sure what he wants to avoid more right now -- clio or calling his weird uncle. that, perhaps, is another one of those signs he needs to stop ignoring. “did...i pull you away from your family time?” the mention of teri spending time with the others without clio immediately makes him frown, feeling like a punch to the gut as he realizes how shitty this is. had she skipped on time with her sisters just to spend her day with a man who was going to end things before the night ended? he hopes the answer is no -- but given the unusual silence that he’s never known to surround any place the muses are occupying, he’s pretty sure he knows the answer. 

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thenorthwcst​:

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“What? Is that weird?” There were plenty of hobbies that Paz kept hidden, it seemed to make sense that along with the interest of ghosts, one of zombies would be included. And that wasn’t even the strangest one or the most hidden ( the thought of people finding out about her gaming…including Danny ). “Look I know we live in a world where vampires and werewolves and ghosts exist but I’m going to hold onto that science for a little bit longer until I see a zombie with my own eyes.” Which she was hoping beyond hope that seeing a zombie wasn’t where this investigation was going. The door opening seemed to take forever and when Danny looked back at her she only nodded, not saying anything as it finally revealed the room behind it. Walking in after him, it took a moment for Pacifica to take in everything around her - a table, the instruments, some kind of crystal ball. But one thing was very clear, the room was empty even though the voice was still coming from somewhere. “No… I don’t think so.” Although, did you ever really know when you were going crazy? “It has to be coming from somewhere..” The blonde wasn’t one to give up that easily and she straightened her back in confidence as she started to walk further into the room. Circling around, she shined her flashlight into corners, up at the ceiling, everywhere until it landed on the crystal ball. Light eyes widened as she shut off the light, enough was coming from the ball itself to illuminate the face inside. “Holy shit…Danny…” her voice was soft as she waved him over.

“i hunt ghosts for a living, very little is weird to me.” danny shrugs, offering her a smile — this one softer and more genuine than the previous ones. he didn’t want her to think she was being judged for knowing that. after a pending a lifetime of being judged for his own interests and strange arsenal of facts, he would never do the same to anyone else, especially not about this. “i don’t blame you, zombies are probably the...scariest.” and he means that. the walking dead was not something he was excited about potentially crossing. danny takes slow steps around the room, eyes looking for anything of importance. idly, he picks up a tambourine on the table, fingers absentmindedly playing with the cymbals of the instrument as he continues to look around. “hmm?” he looks over at paz when she reacts to something. danny wastes no time crossing the room over to her, tambourine still in hand when he gets to her. he opens his mouth to ask what’s wrong when he sees it for himself, a face illuminated in blue smoke, lips moving in time with the words spoken by the voice they’re hearing. “creepy floating head ghost...love that for us.” and while his words come out dry and unenthused, he genuinely is glad this episode wouldnt be a complete bust. finally up close and personal with something weird, he holds the tambourine out for paz to take so he can hold her flashlight. “switch with me for a second.” but before either of them can make any moves to switch the woman in the crystal ball continues to speak, and it’s the first time that Danny even really registers what’s being said. goblins and ghoulies from last Halloween..awaken the spirits with your tambourines! danny looks at paz, eyebrows raised as he snorts ready to dismiss the rhyme as a real incantation until, suddenly the tambourine in his hand floats up above his grasp, rattling and shaking viciously above them. “is...is she summoning other ghosts?” he asks, not even truly phased by the floating tambourine though, he probably should be. or at least should be paying attention to how paz is taking it.

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dragonjakelong​:

Location: Abandoned house with rumors of being cursed (Mysterii)

Moving like a leaf in the wind between so many structures that had seen better days had required being more cautious after several attempts that had been ‘close’ to ending fatal. But getting that adrenaline that filled the veins when life hung by a thread, oh, that was what was worth it. So Jake was only concerned with putting one foot in front of the other and forcing his fingers to grip on the already rusted metal structures that were covered with a thing ice shield, not opening his mouth because a distraction could take an unnecessary price that could end in the best case in a visit. to hospital. With the backpack bouncing on his back and the camera hooked to his chest, the young adult prepared to make a new jump to descend to a lower structure on the roof with a challenging smile as if it were a challenge between him and the rotting roof. who seemed to want to fall at the time. Oh, the rumors from that place were famous but he had never given them credibility. Let’s see. Seriously, a ghost or whatever it was, had nothing better to do than wander through a ruined building and scare whoever entered there? What a sad life. It might not be right to be distracted, but it was too late when the foot, leaning on, literally hit hard enough to shatter the ground. Jake had been in similar situations, but without the possibility of having grip this time while the adrenaline was shooting, there was only the option of trying to land on his feet and protect his head against any impact. Easier said than done when the impact took the greatest pain in his right side, especially his arm when he collided with an ancient object that miraculously had not impaled him or was destroyed after the blow. “Bloody hell!” He hissed, not daring to look at the injured member. The mind was still freaking out at what had just happened, as if it had all been a dream that had been suddenly broken. The man knew this could happen, but never so soon and in a place that was supposedly haunted. “Cut the crap. They’re just stories so get up and go to the exit.” Being nervous caused you to talk to yourself, getting up carefully to check that at least nothing was broken except the right arm that hurt like it was red hot. Chunks of the camera fell to the ground, obviously shattered after the impact but that could be repaired. Too late, Jake detected the footsteps of someone approaching the room at high speed, so he stood in the place without knowing very well how to react when he saw a man older than him appear with a look of concern . “Hey dude, sorry for all the mess… You’re not a ghost, are you?” @imgoingghcst​

there’s very little capable of alarming danny. his entire adolescence had been spent living on the receiving end of concerning crashes and freak accidents, and where his parents were often behind the madness in his youth he’s found that their insanity was replaced with his friends’. so, as he’s working, scouting out locations for filming danny can’t necessarily say he’s all that surprised when he hears a loud crashing sound coming from somewhere else in the house. what he isn’t expecting, however, is to find a hole in one of the roofing structures and a boy in the middle of the debris. “what...the fuck?” he asks, unable to stop the initial shock from appearing on his face. looking between the hole in the ceiling and the boy, he narrows his eyes at the stranger. “what were you even doing?” danny doesn’t ignore the boy’s question on purpose, planning to circle back to it with a lie when this got cleared up. but in the grand scheme of things, when someone crashes through a roof the more important question is how that even happened rather than the nature of the other person in the room. “are you ok?”

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tomagogo​:

As the snow finally slows from the blizzard the night before, plows slowly starting to make their way through the streets, everyone around the island makes their way back to their own homes. After leaving Fred’s, Gogo is surprised to find that she takes the familiar path to Danny’s place rather than her own apartment. Fred’s insistence that she once again talk about her feelings still rings through her mind, leading her right to him whether she meant to be here or not. Pacing back in front of his door, she wrestles with her own feelings, torn between the desire to never confront how she feels and the pang she feels in her chest whenever she remembers how fucking weird things have been between them these past few weeks. With a heavy sigh Gogo finally psyches herself up enough to approach the door, knocking quickly before she can talk herself out of it. If she doesn’t do it now, chances are she’ll let this go on for another few months before saying anything. “Open up, Fenton!” she calls, banging on the wooden door one more time. // @imgoingghcst​

his night had ended rather strangely. though, that’s hardly out of the ordinary for danny fenton self proclaimed king of weird ass nights. the blizzard had snowed him in with the mystery inc kids and in one night he’d watched one of his cameramen and one of those kids get devoured whole by a giant magic snowman. it’s something that, as expected, was exhausting to deal with. so the second he and the gang are allowed to go home, streets clearing slowly and group of shocked kids coping as best they can danny rushes home and jumps right into his bed. he barely lets sleep claim him when there’s a knock at the front door of his apartment. the initial plan is to ignore it entirely, hope whoever it is will simply come back — or even better is here for jazz and not him, making it not his responsibility. but he hears a second knock and gogo’s voice accompanying it. with a loud groan he drags himself out of bed and through the apartment to let her in. “you have shit timing.” he grumbles, tired brain not fully processing the fact that she’s here, choosing to seek him out after a few weeks of awkward tension. a tension he can hardly fault her for, they both played their parts in all the things that made their dynamic weird following what happened to her on his show. leaning against the door frame his lips pull up into a lazy half smile. “what’s up tomago?”

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valcriegray​:

It figures that the one night Valerie has off, free to patrol without any worry that her boss might require her presence at a moment’s notice, is the one night when everyone on the island is at the ball. It makes for a boring evening when the streets are empty, every single supernatural partying at the castle. Considering it wasn’t an option to storm into the ball and start hunting there Valerie retreats to the forest, sure she might find something at the haunted mansion. The ghosts there are relatively harmless, often not causing trouble unless they’re provoked, but ready to get her  pent up anger and aggression out on something tonight, they’ll have to do. Floating through the air on her board, Valerie stops in her tracks when she hears voices before she even reaches the mansion. It’s the dog that catches her attention first, floating happily through the air without a care in the world. “Gotcha,” Valerie whispers under her breath. Pointing her ecto-gun in the dog’s direction she lets off a blast, cursing as it just narrowly misses the dog that won’t stand still. “You’re not getting away that easily,” she mutters, flying a little closer and taking aim for another shot.

the last thing danny expects is an ecto-plasmic blast. so much so that when it first comes towards cujo, missing his pet by a few inches, he stops and stares blankly at the spot. there’s a moment where he wonders if his parents had somehow made their way to the island without him knowing. of course, there are other ghost hunters in the world, but not with the kind of tech needed to convert ectoplasmic energy into a weapon. cujo, as expected, springs into action before danny can even piece together whats happening. what once was a small, happy little dog is now a giant, angry ghost dog. it’s always dizzying, watching cujo transform right before his eyes, set off fairly easily by most things. but seeing his pet bark and growl as it searches for the attacker is enough to wake danny out of his confusion. “whoa, whoa. down boy.” he flies in front of cujo, hands stretched out to him in an effort to calm him. experienced ghost hunter or not, cujo could easily tear through anything in this state.

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danny had wanted a break. filming for the first half of this season of the phantom files had taken far more out of him than he would have cared to admit. getting tossed around like a rag doll by ghost after ghost had been more than he anticipated, and he’s not too proud to admit that he had barely made it through the last batch of episodes in one piece. so, he wasn’t too keen on wasting one of his few nights off at a masquerade ball. unfortunately for him all of his friends would be in attendance, leaving him with very few options when it came to how exactly he was going to spend his time. somehow, chasing his floating dog through the woods near the haunted manor was not really what he had in mind. cujo had run off during their walk, or rather flew off, barking animatedly as he dug around the dirt in the woods as if he were looking for something. “can you please just get down,” danny sighs, shoulders drooping as he flies behind his dog. “there’s nothing out here but trees and dirt.” @valcriegray

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bingbongbilly​:

emotionalriley​:

Remaining in their spot laying on the floor, Riley had no intentions of moving any time soon - not unless Danny told them to and had somewhere cooler in mind to explore. So when Bing Bong agrees to come find them, they’re more than happy to continue chilling where they’re at. “Hurry Bingy, he’s starting to feel neglected by his father. There’s only so many times I can say you’re simply out at the store before he starts to think you’re really gone,” they dramatically declare into the walky-talky, stopping only when Danny jumps in. “Yeah, the suit of armor - Bing Bong the second, that’s what I just said.” An idea occurs to them at how they could all find each other - but they keep it to themself for the moment, wanting Bing Bong to at least meet his decorative son first. “I think I can hear footsteps. Bing Bong, is that you? Ooohh. Or is it a ghost? Danny - do ghosts have footsteps or do they always fly and float? Maybe it’s a demon! Do you guys think there could be a demon in the house?”

Danny doesn’t have a second to get his words out before Billy is already on the move. “Oh yeah, I’m already walking,” he confirms into the walkie talkie at Danny’s question, completely missing the exasperation in his voice. It doesn’t take him all that much longer to finally locate Riley, letting out a loud cheer when he leaps into the room to see them on the floor. “My son!” he cries as he runs over to the suit of armor, throwing his arms around it in a hug, the suit making loud clanging noises as he jostles it. “I’ll never leave you alone again, don’t you worry,” he assures the suit of armor, taking their little bit way too far, just like they always do. Giving the suit of armor one more pat on the head, he joins Riley on the floor, completely ignoring the dust as he lays down next to them. “Do you think that ghosts have footsteps?” he asks Riley, addressing their earlier question. “That would be pretty spooky.” It takes him a moment to realize that there’s someone else trying to locate them. “We’re in the room at the end of the third floor,” he speaks into the walkie talkie to inform Danny of their whereabouts, not wanting to make the man search the entire mansion for them, as fun as that sounds.

danny stares down at the walkie talkie in his hand, finding it impossible to wrap his head around anything riley and bing bong are saying. in hindsight he shouldn’t even be the least bit surprise, too much of his free time spent gaming with the pair for him to truly be this floored by the conversation he’s listening in on. and yet, he still finds himself wondering how exactly he managed to end up here. “ghosts do not have footsteps.” is the only thing he says to them. “they literally don’t have feet.” how was that even something they were questioning. danny nods despite the fact that bing bong can’t see him, grateful that he cared enough to fill danny in on their whereabouts. it doesn’t take much longer for danny to inevitably find them, entering the room on a much higher level of agitation that he normally carries himself with. “you guys done fucking around or?” @emotionalriley​

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devillelil​:

Lil nodded her head at Danny’s comment, though she felt a little bad that he was doing this alone most of the time. Lil hated to do things by herself, though this was probably common for twins; she was so used to having Phil with her to do things with, she couldn’t imagine having to do things alone. They did things on their own sometimes, of course, but she knew he was always there if she ever needed him, which was enough for her to think she was never truly alone. “Okay, sounds easy enough,” Lil answered as Danny explained the thermos, looking down at it to locate the red button. She followed beside him, both excited and nervous to see what was waiting for the two of them. Her brain seemed to be flying with possibilities of what they would experience, to the point that she hadn’t even noticed the moment of silence between them. Danny pulled her from her thoughts as he broke the silence between them, looking at him and shrugging her shoulders. “It’s okay, kinda weird since I’m so close to graduating now.” It was even weirder to think she would’ve already been done with school if her and Phil hadn’t gotten held back a year when they were younger, but that was something neither of them really regretted. “But I saved all my hard classes for the very end, so it’s keeping me pretty busy.”

danny knew she was in college, but hadn’t been aware that her graduation was so close. so, when she explains that to him he smiles brightly, genuinely excited for her despite having only known her for a few days at most. “that’s awesome.” he nods, biting his tongue to keep from launching into a ‘i remember when i was graduating’ story that literally no one asked for. he didn’t need to be that guy. “Ohhhh so you hate yourself?” he asks, laughing a little at the thought. It was bold, saving your hardest classes for the year that you’d undoubtedly be at your laziest. or maybe danny was just at his laziest his last semester of college. or, rather danny was at his laziest all the time. “What are you even majoring in?” he leads her through the cemetery, taking a sharp right turn through some tombstones before pointing at the mausoleum just up ahead. “That’s the spot, by the way” he adds. “Because of course this house just has a giant fucking mauseoleum in the backyard.” 

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tomagogo​:

“You can be…” Gogo shrugs, the way she trails off clearly implying that she knows it’s not the cause of his excitement. Friends for only a few years, Gogo knows him far better than she would ever like to admit, the two going from barely friends to being able to read each other like open books in the blink of an eye. Standing next to him as the camera starts rolling, she stares at the camera, still wondering why exactly he wanted her to do an episode of his show. It’s no question that she comes alive around Danny more than anyone else, animated in a way that she can’t even properly explain, but she’s infinitely more comfortable behind the camera. She’s spent countless hours sitting where Norman is now, watching Danny through the small monitor, perfectly content without a single eye on her. “Sup,” she nods towards the camera when he pauses to let her speak, giving a small wave in case he was looking for more. Finally glancing over at Danny as he starts to explain his plan for today’s show, the soft smile she always seems to wear around Danny quickly turns into a frown, her eyes narrowing. “Oh you’re trying to die today, huh Fenton?” she glares, the reason for his excitement suddenly clear. Her fear of the least threatening mythical creature known to man is nothing short of ridiculous, but that doesn’t stop her from balling her hand into a fist, punching him in the side without hesitation. “I fucking hate you.” Logically she knows that he’s just messing with her, but she can’t help but get one more punch in, hitting his arm this time for good measure.

The second realization strikes gogo, danny can’t help the laugh that escapes him. Even as she hits him, he doesn’t stop laughing, instead pulling her into him and hugging her close to his chest. “I mean i’m already dead.” he mutters, whispering the words into her hair as he presses a kiss to the top of her head. “But even if i wasn’t, i wouldn’t stop you.” once the moment passes though he pulls away enough for him to look at her. “I’m just kidding, you know that right? I would never actually make you hunt for leprechauns.” because they’re not real. but he also needs to make sure she knows he’d never make her do anything she wouldn’t want to. “Your real ghost is a gorgon lady.”