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Ectoberhaunt 2025 Day 17: Off The Rails

Danny going a little more ghostly than he usually would with Sam & Tucker. Who knows what’s going on? He must of really went off the rails to attack his closest allies.

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Ectoberweek 2025 Day 29: Polaroid / Every ghost has a death day and party with fellow ghosts to “celebrate it.” Now Danny must attend his own funeral DeathDay Party.

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Ectoberhaunt 2025 Day 24: Here There Be Dragons

There we go, the last day of Ectoberhaunt finished! I’m so proud of myself for doing a fully colored piece every day for this event! That marks two years in a row I was able to complete this amazing event and I’m so thankful to all the mods who put this amazing event together! Enjoy a fun piece of Valerie vs. Phantom!

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Ectoberhaunt 2025 Day 20: Glory

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Ectoberhaunt Day 7: Seek

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Ectoberhaunt 2025 Day 11: Another World

The similarities of these two highly traumatized teens who were forced to be child soldiers and have scientist parents that gave them super powers is astounding and I love them both deeply!

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Ectoberweek 2025 Day 26: Don’t Just Stand There. Run.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Only a quick Drabble for today. Trying to finish up all the prompts before the 1st!

Sam and Tucker wondered why Danny had been actively avoiding them this past week. They noticed how he had stopped eating his lunch, and how much he’d shy away from them.

They both agreed to check in on him at his home. When they finally arrived to his room after being let in by Jazz They saw that the window was open. The air was freezing. Danny was nowhere to be found.

Then a voice came from the dark corner.

“Hey, guys…”

They turned. Danny stepped out of the shadows, pale and trembling, his eyes bright with something that wasn’t human.

“Danny?” Sam asked. “You okay?”

He smiled—too wide, too sharp. “I’m so hungry.”

Sam’s heart skipped. Tucker took a step back. “Uh, dude? You want… pizza? Burgers?”

Danny shook his head slowly. His voice was soft and ragged. “No. You don’t understand.”

When he blinked, his eyes went bright green. The air shimmered around him like heat rising off asphalt. The hunger pulsed in the room, thick and cold, wrapping around them.

Tucker’s breath hitched. “Danny, you’re scaring me.”

Danny took a step closer. “Then run.”

“What?” Sam whispered.

His voice cracked into a hiss—two tones overlapping, human and ghost. “Don’t just stand there RUN!”

They did. Chairs toppled, footsteps slammed down the hallway. The house shook as Danny screamed, the sound breaking glass and freezing the air.

He didn’t remember chasing them, only flashes. A blur of green light. The echo of their terrified voices. The taste of ectoplasm in the air like static on his tongue.

When he came to, he was kneeling in the street. His hands were smoking, his breath visible in the cold night. He looked down. There was no blood. No bodies. Just scorch marks where his power had erupted.

He pressed a shaking hand to his chest. His heart was still, silent.

He whispered, “Sam… Tucker…”

Somewhere far off, he heard sirens. He vanished before they arrived, leaving behind nothing but frost and claw marks on the pavement.

Later, in the Ghost Zone, he would tell himself he’d saved them by warning them. That he’d fought it off. That he could still be human.

But every time he closed his eyes, he saw the glow of their energy. Soft, inviting, alive.

And he knew that one day soon, when the hunger came back, he might not tell them to run.

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Ectoberhaunt 2025 Day 3: 15 Minutes of Fame

Danny and Cujo at a dog show! I love combining my two hyperfixations together YIPPEEE