I was talking with a friend about all the absolutely raw quotes on Tumblr and the random places they come from, like that one post with the mushrooms that says “you can’t kill me in any way that matters”. This brought up the philosophical discussions that turn into nonsense and back again yet keep making some semblance of sense the whole time so you love it and you hate it, the silly things that turn deep and philosophical, and the logical/illogical logic chains that refer to or resemble Diogenes’ “behold a man” moment.
Anyway, Tumblr is the lunatic’s philosophy sandbox.
During her travels, Dani becomes a spirit guide to the afterlife for the ghosts and/or souls of lost, abandoned, and homeless children.
Feel free to write your own takes on this prompt or to continue from my take here!
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Dani had seen and experienced a lot of things in her travels. Some were fun and interesting, like visiting the world’s largest corn maze, exploring New York, or learning from that one street performer in Reno. Others… not so much.
There were plenty of periods of monotonous travel, doing/acquiring the basic requirements for human life, and general interaction with people who’ll forget you the moment you’re out of sight. Ellie had done some busking, even some stealing— but, hey, a girl’s got to eat, and ghost powers meant she didn’t get caught.
She didn’t tell Template everything. Dani didn’t want him to lecture her, or worse, to worry. She didn’t want to be a burden. He worried enough when it was just about her being homeless or about her dubious health, and that was without everything else on his plate.
So… when she escaped another kidnapping, didn’t get enough food for the week, survived her first gang shootout, she just… didn’t say anything. It wasn’t like he needed to know. And when Ellie ran into other kids in similar situations… well.
Dani helped them when she could, but sometimes it was just too late. And, well, someone had to make sure they got to the afterlife okay.
I really wish there were more good fics, especially long ones, about Klarion, or at least where he’s more than a throwaway character/villain.
Like a vampire, Vlad has to be invited into a dwelling or he cannot enter. Whether invited as himself or while overshadowing someone, he will be welcome to enter anytime until explicitly told, to his face, that he is no longer welcome by someone who lives in/has a claim to the dwelling, or regardless of his knowledge if the owner of the dwelling themself revokes his welcome. He won’t be compelled to leave if currently in the dwelling, but will not be able to enter again after leaving unless re-invited.
Danny constantly tells Vlad he is not welcome, but since Jack keeps inviting/welcoming him right back into their home, it does practically squat.
Petition for a Batman movie but it’s in the style of an old noir detective film with Bruce narrating his inner thoughts. Preferably with slight vibes like the sixties tv show, and mega vibes like BTAS.
Give us detective Bruce who cares about the people behind the rogues while brooding in the rain! Forensics! Trauma! Broody inner monologue!
D’awww, she’s adorable! 💕 Many thanks for your generosity!
Happy anniversary of the day of your birth! 🎊
Might I request a mini witch from your stand? I would be most delighted to adopt a witchgirl named Cecily.
There you have it! You got a good one, Cecily is playful but she will help you with your homework or other things :3
Riddler is such an OCDiva.
What is the purpose of a mouth if not to scream?
Ain’t no party like a speedster party, ‘cause a speedster party is fast.
A ghost’s trauma tends to stick around in one form or another, and reminders are never pleasant.
TL;DR:
Regardless of her physical appearance, current health, and stability, Dani/Ellie’s shadow always appears to be slightly dripping or melting, and more so in ghost form. It’s not overly obvious in human form, and people who notice tend to dismiss it as a trick of the eye.
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Ellie can’t escape her shadow. It catches the corner of her eye when she’s least expecting it, and her smile wavers. The dripping edges, that half melted arm… Dani looks away. She was never meant to survive.
Danny asks if she’s alright when she doesn’t respond as he’s telling her about his latest scuffle with Skulker, and Dani pastes on a grin, laughing and giving some inane excuse. Of course she’s alright. She’s fine, just fine.
Danielle Dani Ellie it’s Ellie, she’s her own person isn’t she? cracks a joke about the sequel being better than the original, and she’s more than just a failed copy, right? She doesn’t even have her own name.
Danny smiles and laughs, but if his eyes are concerned as he meets hers, carefully avoiding looking at her shadow, neither of them says anything.
He’s just a kid, he doesn’t know how to handle any of this, let alone raise the clone/cousin/sister/daughter he never asked for, and she won’t make him.
She leaves again, and she enjoys traveling, really, she does, but… does she really want to do it alone?
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Ellie eventually gains confidence in herself, both as her own person, and as Danny’s clone. Just like any kid taking after their parent, sharing his DNA doesn’t change the fact that she’s still her own unique person.
Eventually even the clone jokes are less of a nervous traumatic response and more because she finds them genuinely funny. (Her sense of humor and coping mechanisms definitely take after Danny. Death jokes anyone?)
One day, the dripping, melting form of her shadow will no longer haunt her, but for now… she’s taking it one day at a time.