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[rinkunokoisuru]

Happy belated truce @wingedflight I’m your back-up gifter and I hope you like it TT0TT I spent way too long trying to write this and I feel like it could still be better, but I’d still be writing it 3 months from now if I didn’t make myself post it

Amity Park, a nice place to live.

At one time, this would have been the sign to greet visitors to this midwestern town. And at a glance, many would probably still mistake it for the truth. It was fairly quaint, the buildings rundown in a charming sort of way. Everyone seemed to know everyone, and the citizens all came across as friendly.

However, if one were to spend any amount of time in Amity, they'd quickly find out about some of its "quirks".

For one, it's been a hotspot of supernatural activity for nearly three years. Daily ghost attacks were just the norm nowadays. It wasn't unusual for the townsfolk to continue with their usual routines while a block over a building is being destroyed by a giant green ghost shaped like some sort of cephalopod. No, despite appearances, this was not your average American town. Thankfully for the Amity Parkers, they are lucky enough to have not one, but two resident superheroes: Phantom, who had been protecting the town since the ghost attacks first started, and the Red Huntress, who appeared shortly after. The two would often butt heads, but they always put the safety of the average person first. It was when a second Phantom appeared that something seemed to change. ----- "Danny, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"What? You mean letting Ellie help out with the you-know-whats?"

Sam sighed, "Yes that. You said she's only been stable for what, like a week? Besides, what if people notice she doesn't look like the Phantom they're used to?"

"Sam, they're not going to notice," Danny rolled his eyes as he slammed his locker door shut. The loser trio of Casper High were huddled around their lockers like always. Looking around to make sure no one unwanted was in earshot he continued, "If they haven't noticed that I look suspiciously like Phantom by now, they're not going to notice a nearly identical girl in a hoodie doing the same job." "Yeah, Sam," Tucker added, "Lighten up a bit. She lived by herself for a year and helped punch out Plasmius, I think she can take care of herself."

"And you aren't worried about Red either?"

Living up to his nickname as the clueless one, a look of confusion flashed over Danny's features, "Why would I be worried about her?"

The trio jolted as the warning bell rang and began making their way to the first class of the day, settling into their seats at the back of the class.

"Newsflash, genius, the Huntress knows that Ellie is only half ghost," Sam hissed. "So, if she's 'Phantom's cousin', she might figure out that Phantom is half human too."

With a groan, Danny flopped face first onto his desk. Tucker let out a nervous laugh and pat the halfa's shoulder. "It's fine. I'm sure if she hasn't figured it out by now, she isn't going to!" "I really hope you're right, Tuck."

The chattering in the room quieted down as Mr. Lancer cleared his throat, " Good morning, class." ----- Class had only been in session for twenty minutes when a familiar chill washed over Danny. His hand shot into the air before the icy mist could even pass his lips.

"Yes, Mr. Fenton?" Lancer sighed.

Eyes flitting back and forth, Danny briefly spied a large bear-like ghost approaching the school. "May I go to the restroom?" he shrugged sheepishly.

"I'm not sure why you still bother to ask since you'll go even if I say no, but yes, you may."

Danny rushed out of the room before Lancer could resume lecturing. Ignoring the direction of the nearest bathroom, he leaped into the first janitor's closet he could find and allowed the bright rings of transformation to change him into the black hazmat-suited Danny Phantom.

Phasing through the walls of the school, he barreled straight into the ghost a few yards away from a classroom.

Suddenly an ectoblast shot from behind him and directly into the bear's eyes. "I thought you were going to let me handle the attacks during school hours," Ellie called.

"And listen to another minute about the symbolism in the Scarlet Letter? Hard pass," Danny rolled his eyes and kicked the ghost to the ground, forming a small crater with the impact. "Got the thermos?" "Right here!" Ellie declared. With a flourish she unclipped the thermos from her belt and aimed for the formerly rampaging ghost. After one last rage-filled growl, the bear was gone, and the school was safe again. Now that the threat was gone, the two Phantoms retreated to the rooftop of the school.

"Thanks for all the help lately, Ellie, I appreciate it. You didn't get hurt back there, right?"

"Please! Me, get hurt? You're the one that tackled the thing, " Ellie shoved him lightly.

"Well as long as you're okay. See you after-"

"Phantom!"

The two ghosts turned towards the voice. Hovering there, not too far from the edge of the roof, was the Red Huntress. Danny felt himself tense at the sight of the ghost hunter, but seeing no weapons, stayed where he was.

"Red!" Danny chuckled nervously, "What brings you around here?"

The huntress sighed and hopped down to the rooftop beside them. "We need to talk."

"Talk? Talk about what?"

"The time for secrets is over," she said. "I could never live with myself if I found out I'd killed a human."

Danny flinched. "What do you mean?"

"Phantom, it wasn't that hard to figure out," she placated. "If Ellie is your cousin and she's only half ghost, then it makes sense that you are too."

"Heh, oops."

"Hey, no," Danny scolded. "Your safety is more important than my secret. And well, she's not exactly my cousin."

"I guessed as much. You look exactly alike. Twins?" "Something like that," the two half ghosts replied. "Anyway," the huntress started, "I'm sorry for trying to waste you all these years."

"And I'm sorry about Cujo, he really wasn't my dog," he said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

The huntress barked out a laugh, " Fair enough. Why don't we make that truce official?" With that she removed her helmet. "I'm Valer-"

"Valerie?" he practically shouted.

Ellie giggled, "Oh, you didn't know?"

Danny's face grew cold with a dark green blush, the two girls snickering at his embarrassment.

"So, I guess if you know me," Valerie pondered, "then that means I probably know you."

He released the transformation, returning to regular old Danny Fenton. Valerie's jaw dropped.

"D-danny?" she squeaked. “Surprise?”

[words-writ-in-starlight]

I just saw your one leverage headcanons post (with the pub bets and such) and you mention Leverage Mark II which is A+++, do you have a specific tag for these headcanons, or is this stuff posted elsewhere, I need it injected into my blood

HA okay it’s funny you ask this because somehow despite that post’s popularity I have never posted, written, or otherwise publicized any further thoughts.  I do, however, have a bunch of stuff that I copy-pasted out of Skype literally years ago in the event that I ever had the excuse to say more, so here’s some broad stroke stuff:

Olivia Sterling, to her father’s eternally mixed feelings, is the heir to the mastermind throne.  She’s not the oldest of the second generation, but she is the only one who finished college (two years early and at her father’s behest), and she keeps up her reputation as a force to be reckoned with in the chess world.  She doesn’t compete regularly anymore, but sometimes when she needs to unwind she enters competitions and wipes the floor with some people and then vanishes into the ether again.

Josie, the elder sister of the gang and still the thief, is two years older than Olivia and cruising for a stress ulcer with how much she worries about all her friends.  She worked the landscaping gig through high school but couldn’t afford college, so she’s been bouncing between increasingly excellent thief jobs (hey listen it pays, and she vets the people who hire her exhaustively) and food service ever since.  She still has an extremely complete knowledge of cars and plant life, plus a lot of other miscellaneous junk because she likes to read.  She’s the “It’s a very distinctive [thing]” person in the second generation.  She’s also somehow the most normal functional person of the group, which confuses and upsets her.

Matt used to be Molly, he’s their hitter, and he’s trans because I vibe with an angry trans kid getting to punch people.  Eliot has been Matt’s idol since the whole kidnapping-at-a-carnival debacle, and so he’s been taking five-times-a-week martial arts classes anywhere that will take him.  After his father got sucked into another black market scheme and Matt went into the foster system, his social worker said it was at least keeping him out of trouble.  Matt finds this statement extremely funny, in retrospect.

Mark Fowler, previously Widmark but he learned to punch people specifically for calling him that, is the grifter.  His mom moved him to New York City after the whole mess with his stepdad, and he--gently conned her into putting him into public school where he could blend and not be noticed.  After Matt got bounced to another group home, he wound up in Mark’s school at the start of senior year, and they accidentally bonded over mutual stories of how “one time some crazy shit happened to me”, which turned into comparing notes on the Leverage team once they realized they were the same people.  They’ve been tight ever since.

Trevor was already good with computers when he accidentally sat in on the Great Potato Heist, but afterward he went out and got extremely good with them.  His parents are well off and hands off in equal measure, so he has a lot of time to kill and he is, in case you’re curious, completely fine about that and has no idea why you would think anything else.  He’s kind of a thrill-seeker, so when he stumbles across a call for help very obviously intended to reach Leverage or anyone else who can find them, he’s very game to give it his best.

Luka got adopted by his foster parents and actually things went great for a while!  They did well for themselves and came into some money, and Luka got some therapy, and then his parents adopted another kid.  Luka absolutely loves his little sister, he thinks she’s great, so--you can understand why he panics a little after she’s kidnapped and his parents get a ransom note.  He’s a little shocked when someone not Hardison answers his plea for help, even more shocked that it’s two someones, a teenager in high school offering to try and find the team for him, and--

Well.  Olivia is twenty years old and she’s been in that kid’s shoes and she’s not having it.

Getting the others together is half an accident--Trevor and Olivia get in touch with a whole host of people, looking to find any ex-clients who still have current contact information for Leverage International.  But hey, what do you know, three of these people are right here in their neighborhood, the greater New York area, and--and they want to help.

It’s kind of a mess, that first time, nothing like the mechanical precision of the real Leverage, but the real deal is in Cuba on a job (Olivia stole her father’s access codes to get this information, finally), but also...it works.  Josie hands the kid back to Luka’s sobbing parents, and Luka hugs Olivia, who bears it with stony good grace but looks visibly relieved when he lets go, and then--

Well, then Leverage gets back from their job, lightly sunburned on Parker’s part and complaining steadily about sand on Hardison’s, and Eliot gets a neutral-stressed call from a contact asking who the hell the toddlers namedropping them last week were.

Eliot “Real World Skills Matter” Spencer puts his foot down hard when Trevor, Matt, and Mark all offer to drop out of high school for training, but they do get to learn stuff like safecracking on weekends when Leverage is on the East Coast and Josie has only broken into Sterling’s apartment and stolen his expensive wine once.  He had a moment of panic when he came in to find a twenty-something woman sitting on his floor with a bottle of chardonnay and a doleful expression, and he did seriously consider arresting her for being a terrible influence on his daughter (he is aware of Olivia’s activities thankyouverymuch and he does not want to talk about it), but then she gestured vaguely with the bottle and said “I just worry about them so much, what if Trevor fails his driving test.”

At which point Sterling decided that, actually, no, this is not his problem, and he told her that as long as she replaced the wine they could pretend this never happened.  She beat him at poker and mailed him a bottle of wine and, as promised, they have not spoken since.  It was one of the weirder nights of his life and he’s had some weird ones.  Josie collected handsomely on the bet that she couldn’t get in and out without getting caught and arrested, on the technicality that she was only caught, and managed to lie her way out.  Sophie is.  So proud.

[stravagatefaster]

FYI your account got me rereading stravaganza yet again 😍 I love all these world-hopping kids so much

this has been my goal all along 🙏🙏😔 to get people to (re)read (let's be real nobody new cares about this series so people rereading are my only hope) and talk to me about these books

[sinigangrobot]

Aaaah I love your AF/AR crossover, all the character designs and your style are so good!!

You're so sweet??? Thank you!

[kaydeefalls]

Fic ask! Number 11, go!

Sweet!

11. How do you come up with your fic titles? BADLY, lol. Like 90% of my titles are either song lyrics or lines from poetry/other published works. It's a little embarrassing, but here we are! About half the time, I have the title in mind very early on (if not before I even start writing). The other half, there's usually a desperate scramble to come up with something before I can post, in which case I legit scan through my playlists of musical artists who fit the general feel of the fic and hope something goes ping.

[wingedflight-blog]

Hello! Thanks for stopping by!

Sadly, I don’t have anything to show you here right now. Due to the increasing amount of time I was spending here on tumblr (and, therefore, the decreasing amount of time I was actually being productive), I’ve deleted my account. I probably wouldn’t have been so brave except Jay’s doing the same thing.

If you are looking for my Fic Directory, I’m going to rebuild it right here (originally I was planning to start another site for it but that sort of fell through).

There are still other places you can find me, though!

Twitter: @WingedFlight

Livejournal | Dreamwidth | FF.net | 8tracks

Or you can check out my collab-account, where I've co-written over 100K of Artemis Fowl fic in the last year: freudwithwings.

Please feel free to drop a note on any of these sites to chat!

Adios!

Meagan

[esseastri]

Just saw your Internet Burning post and it is so fantastic! Also took a peek at your Narnia fic and I'm def going to have to take a closer look when I have more time! (first fandom FOR LIFE right?)

OHMYGOSH *Squees* THANK YOU SO MUCH. I really have been meaning to keep going with that one, but the semester is coming to an end and college has all but drowned me in papers. But next week, I'm done, so hopefully I can go back to Internet Burning and maybe have chapter 2 soon! You have no idea how much I appreciate your feedback, though...It's really encouraging, and makes me want to write it even more!! AAAHHH THANK YOU!!!

And thank you also, for checking out my Narnia stories (when you get the chance). I've been meaning to post a few more of those, so hopefully there will be more when you go looking. :) 

And, yes, my childhood was a solid few years of Narnia. I've kind of moved on a bit, but it will ALWAYS have the primary place in my heart, and I will always go back and write more. :D

[sphinxofgrease]

[10:25:03 PM] jkay~~~~: Dude. it's like they're trying to make Homestuck into a tabletop RPG.

[10:25:06 PM] jkay~~~~: .....dude.

[10:25:34 PM] Disa: ...dude

[10:25:43 PM] WingedFlight (Meagan): dude