Evil-Apophenic

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
leieryx
boyhood

An important part of making art is just not doing anything. Just letting weird stuff percolate. Absorbing more or less useless information and then pinning it onto a cork board like a terrible alcoholic detective but with no thread, just things pinned to other things and most of the things are just two word phrases like ANCIENT CRAB and DIRT LABYRINTH and MEAT CASTLE that don’t mean anything. Just moving through the world, making nothing, eating bread, having prophetic dreams and letting insane thoughts build up and up and up until they can finally crystallize into something that exists outside of your body and you can enter a blissfully thought free phase of your life where you just get to glue small objects to other small objects for 18 hours straight 

Unfortunately the other part of making art is actually making it

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wicked-ghoul
danphanwritingprompts

One day, a random ghost enters Amity Park and just up and applies for a job as if they were a regular human.

grimgrinningghoul

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ecto-american

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Firstly, PLEASE do the prompt anyway. Secondly, this lowkey encouraged me to write a small bit of bullcrap

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“Um…I was expecting a Danny Fenton.”

Danny stared blankly at the man conducting the interview before it hit him. He had gloves on. He felt lighter. White hair was hanging in his face. Oh fuck.

“Uh, there…might have been a mix-up?” he said slowly. The man only stared at him, and Danny felt incredibly awkward. “Did you…uh…not get my resume?” What else was he supposed to say to cover his ass?

It was the manager’s turn to look a little awkward and embarrassed.

“No, I’m so sorry,” he quickly apologized. Danny internally sighed with relief, and he moved to stand up.

“Oh, well, that’s probably a good thing, you likely wouldn’t wanna hire a ghost anyway,” Danny replied just as quickly. 

“No no no,” the interviewer quickly assured him. “We don’t…discriminate. Please, sit. Especially since it seems like Fenton’s a no show.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Danny paused. The interviewer motioned for him to sit. He hesitantly sat back down. He and the interviewer locked eyes and stared at each other. Eventually, the interviewer broke it, coughing unsurely before glancing down at his paper.

“So, what made you decide that you wanted to work for A-Mart?”

Because his parents decided that he needed to learn responsibility and real life skills, and his mom had determined that the lab was too full of radiation to just keep making him clean it. And also to start buying his own cell phones when ghost fighting kept breaking it. But why would a ghost want a job.

“I really like the food at this grocery store?” he said slowly. “And I want to contribute more to my community?”

“Do you have any experience handling money?”

“I…um…” Danny paused. He actually did. He helped handle some of his parents’ money for their business. But he couldn’t like…say that. “I’ve stopped robberies before?” The manager said nothing, but he did give a slight nod. God, what a weird fucking answer to give. “And helped the police count the money to make sure it was all returned.”

“Do you work well with people?” 

“Yes?” Well, did it count that half of Amity Park hated him because of shit he didn’t even do? “I’m very accustomed to treating people with respect even when they shoot me or yell in my face.”

The manager seemed a bit impressed, giving an approving nod. 

“We stock a lot of goods. Are you able to lift more than 50 pounds?”

“I can easily lift about 10,000 pounds,” he replied honestly. That was about the weight of the Fenton RV. “Possibly more.”

“Oh wow, the gym must be a joke for you.”

Danny let out a weak, nervous chuckle. 

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“How’d it go?”

Of course, Jazz was right there the second he got home. He went past her to the kitchen to get a snack. He refused to talk until he had a handful of Oreos and some milk, sitting in the seat. Jazz took the seat across from him and stole an Oreo.

“I got a job offer,” Danny grumbled. Jazz beamed lightly at him.

“Danny, that’s great, I’m so proud of you,” she chirped. Danny shook his head no, slamming his face into the kitchen table.

“No, Jazz. Danny Phantom got a job.”

Jazz stared at him.

“W..what?”

“He hasn’t accepted the offer yet but is basically able to start Monday morning if he wishes.”

“…You’re going to have to elaborate.”

astravis

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The fandom trope of phantom getting caught within mundane situations kills me every time pfffhahaha

have some doodles for your drabble

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chocolateauthoress
theinformationcollector

TIL Dr. Sigmund Freud was addicted to smoking and failed to quit for good throughout a 45 years long battle that included 33 operations for cancer of the jaw, an artificial jaw replacement, and attacks of “tobacco angina” exacerbated by nicotine . He was known to smoke up to twenty cigars a day.

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blurrymango

Jesus ffucking christ bro.

kawaii-pigeon

Seems like he had an oral fixation… Almost as if he were replacing the cigarette with… No i shant say…