TRUCE IS UPON US ONCE AGAIN (2025)
It's around that time of year where truce stuff starts happening so here is what you need to know:
The Holiday Truce is a holiday gift exchange for all in the Phandom. No one is excluded based on skill level, fandom activeness, or headcanons! Sign up and get match with someone you will create a gift for based on a list of prompts they provide and then post it and tag them during the gifting period with your filled prompt!
Key notes
-This Phandom event is for all, yes that means you too, yes even if you think your art/writing/video making etc isn't up to scratch. It's a time for everyone who wants to participate in holiday fun!
-The event will be open to adults and minors alike, so no smut will be allowed. Gore, due to the nature of the Phandom, is allowed but can be opted out of!
Key dates
-Google form will open on the 15th of November
-Google form will close on the 21st of November
-Assignments go out on the 5th-6th of December
-Gift posting starts on the 20th of December
-Gift posting ends on the 31st of December (This date is always subject to extension depending on how many assignments tumblr lets me send in a day, the bottom line- if I am late getting assignments out, you get extra days to post!)
Once again, feel free to send questions on anything you may have, and happy Truce!
I Wish You Told Me Sooner
Here's something I wrote in the last 12 hours. Jazz thinks Danny is going to tell her about his secret, about being Phantom, which she already knows. She's glad he's trusting her more. But instead he takes her to show her something that none of them are equipped to deal with...
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Jazz had a secret: secrets kind of ate her up inside. Especially when it was a problem that she knew she could help with, especially when it was her little brother, especially when their parents were trying to kill him without realizing they were doing it, all over this secret.
But Danny, her brother, didn’t know she knew. It wasn’t really her place to know in the first place, and as much as it hurt to not do anything, she knew what it’s like to be a teenager. Sometimes you really have to go through some stuff on your own before you’re ready for help. So she waited, instead of demanding answers. It was the responsible thing to do.
But it really was gnawing at her, at least a little.
When Danny knocked on her bedroom door and asked to come in, she knew it was serious by the look on his face. Maybe this is it, she thought. Jazz knew she had to stay calm, because the secret her brother was keeping from her was a big deal. Like, a huge issue, something that anybody in the town would have a huge reaction to.
It’s okay, she thought. He’s coming to me about this because he knows he can trust me.
“What’s up?” asked Jazz. She did her best to look unaware of the conversation about to unfold, even if she’d practiced it dozens of times in her head.
“Well,” started Danny, already trying to squirm out of his skin, “I have this problem.” He didn’t seem to be sure where to put his hands, or whether he should look Jazz in the eyes or not.
Bury the Lede
We've all seen this really excellent fanart from @cookiejar614, right? Right. Anyway, enjoy.
CW for gore, dead bodies, bad jokes
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Edward Lancer was sorely out of his depth when he parked his car beside the dead body of his sophomore-year English student.
In fact, he wasn’t exactly parked. And in fact, maybe his student wasn’t exactly dead. These were two thoughts that warred for his attention as he shouted things like “HEY!” and “Oh my god!” and popped his door while his car yelped alarms and rolled backwards.
“Hey!! HEY!! Oh my god oh my god.” Lancer jammed the PRNDL stick and jammed buttons and maybe accidentally popped his trunk while blaring his brights and finally stumbling out of his car stupid-style in a graceless flail of limbs to crash himself beside his student’s body.
And he DID look stupid, didn’t he? Yelling things still like “Hey!” and “Oh my god!” and “Aahhh!!” while hover-handing his student’s motionless body, all too adrenaline-sick to know what to do, and yet out-of-body enough to only understand he, Edward Lancer, looked very stupid.
“Fenton! Danny! Danny!!! Danny!! Hey!!! Oh my god. Oh my god.” Lancer finally grabbed the boy’s shoulder, and it was far too cold and far too wet and far too oily, which made Lancer recoil in shock, shaking his hand out like a water-logged dog might. Wet and wet and cold and cold and the slamming in Lancer’s ribcage was going to tear his heart out right onto the concrete, if he didn’t vomit it up first.
“Oh my god. Oh my god oh my god.” Lancer grabbed him again. Rolled him over. And dead-to-the-world blue eyes rolled up to his, burst capillaries worming from his nose which was smashed in bloody. That blood trickled down his face, made itself cozy in the hem of his collar, then swelled—greedily and gluttonously—to swampy saturation of the rest of Danny’s shirt, unrecognizable beneath the fist-sized absence of flesh which had been ripped out of the center of the boy’s chest.
“Oh my god,” Lancer whimpered.
Gold Ground 4
Last one for ectober this year! The prompt was Harvest.
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“More like humans… how?” asked Danny.
“A number of ways,” said Dora. “Powers become more difficult to use for most, seeming to disappear entirely in some cases. Most ghosts become more humanoid, or more draconic, depending on their personal tendencies, even if they do not become draconic outright. And, again, there is the need for food, and the importance of the harvest. When ghosts need to eat, our societies look more like those of humans.”
Ancestral Chapter 37
AO3 is down, so it's just on here for now! For ectober day 30: Dead Air!
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So, Danny didn’t float behind Matthew and Joanna. He was invisible. They couldn’t see him. Why would he float behind them, when he could float in front of them? Floating in front of them was much superior, in terms of being able to protect them.
This is my comic for @five-rivers's fic Something Like Magic! I had a blast reading their fic and working on this comic 😄
Ancestral chapter 36
For Ectober day 29: Polaroid.
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Danny wasn’t as familiar with the structure of Andyr as he’d like.
“What’s the lower hall?” he asked.
At the same time, Matthew, alarmed, asked, “Which lower hall?”
The rest of the cousins tried to explain all at once. This didn’t help.
Ysylt clapped her hands together, summoning a burst of light, then gestured to Gwensyvyr.
“Thank you,” said Gwensyvyr. Then, “We should keep moving.”
Ghost kitty
"I don't understand," Danny said, eyes distant as Tucker sewed up the gash on his chest. "I've told them before. I had to put things back, but I told them before and it was okay."
Sam and Tucker shared a look over his shoulder.
"Danny..." Tucker started, hesitant. "That was when you had the Reality Gauntlet on."