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Update for the 4th of November: I will state while the beginning was a bit more heavy, it didn't turn out to be much info, and I think the admins dropped the ball with their choices. If you want the full load, go watch the stream.

Ok, so what happened? All the players who can and will get on got on and learned that due to the abnormal weather conditions (and potentially so the federation could have time to figure out the black concrete) they were sending them to another federation island, which we learned was were the eggs were being kept due to the island head (who I am going to call purgatory) revealing this to the server members and reealing that the server members will compete in one of three teams for the next two weeks while also saying that the team that wins will get to bring a few eggs back home of their choice. Also one of the teams was going to be cursed.

I suggest you go look at the official streams for all the teams and their members, however I will say that Phil's team (red team called bals) consists mainly of himself, Cellbit, Slime, Jaden, Bagera, and foolish. The rest of their team members (including Wilbur) are rare shows though one was on for a bit and helped the team pop off... For a bit... Their team got bullies and is definitely the cursed team (the admins kinda proved that). Also, the team descended into madness from the bullying (with BadBoyHalo as the last straw). I saw a bit of slime's stream today (day 2 of the event) and red team had been basically stomped out of the running for the day. I will fully support red team just abandoning participation in the event and just trying to be a villager village.

I will state here that I think the event is heavily unbalanced. Phil's team is heavily understaffed, and their team consists of primarily builders or non-specialized members with poor combat experience, and they are entirely the cursed team because of the admin's own actions. I get that the admin team is trying to diversify the experience of the server but this feels poorly planned to accommodate all the islander's skills and abilities or lack their of.

Also the reveal of the Eggs being taken here puts the entirety of the minimal trust I had in the federation down the drain. It had been made clear that the federation was not the danger the eggs were afraid of, but this basically throws that bit of lore out the window and put the federation into even more hot water then they already were. It also throws the entirety of the stuff revealed during the black concrete ark into question. Yes, I get it, we are not suppose to like the federation, but there is a difference between something you are meant to hate and bad planning on the part of the writers.

... Part of me wants to get one.

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Waylon Jones finds Danny hiding in the sewers

Waylon was used to people seeing him as a monster. He had been called a freak or a monster since childhood, with people sneering at him and looking down on him for what he looked like.

Waylon could count on one hand the number of people who treated him like a normal person. Grundy was one. Roy was another. Harley treated him fine.

Danny was the first time someone had seen him and not even reacted. Danny just shared his food with him, smiling at him and chatting about random things. He didn’t mind Waylon’s scales or the sharp teeth. He just accepted it.

Danny saw him for him.

So when Danny, with bright green eyes and his hood finally down and showcasing the pale pointed ears and green blush, admitted why he was down in the sewers? When the small boy traced a hand over surgical scars Waylon had never seen before as he whispered about the group calling him a freak?

Well, Waylon had been seen as a monster for a long time.

Why not prove them right?

I am so curious about this.

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LOST Heart: Invader Zim comic

Cute!

*dry food crunches* Ridiculously small kitten: “Myam myam myam. Njam njam njam njam njam njam njam! Myam myam myam nyam nyam myam. Mmmam. Mrrrrram. Meep!”

Astronaut Aykroyd

Based off of this post by @floralflowerpower

Basically Danny changes his last name cuz science community thinks Fentons are crackpots when he goes to work for Nasa :) Also its like 1am right now so ill probably do a bit more editing in the morning

“Aykroyd.”

The administrator, Roger, raised his brow. “That’s a bit on the nose, isn’t it?”

Danny laughed. “You guys gave me permission to pick my new last name, and I pick Aykroyd.” If NASA wanted him to replace Fenton then of course Danny would have to make it fun.

Roger sighed and typed it into his computer. “If you were not such a record-breaking twat, I would have to tell you to pick something else.” He reached his hand across the table and shook Danny’s. “Congratulation Candidate Fenton, you are now Astronaut Aykroyd.” Roger frowned in disgust. “Why does it have to be an alliteration?”

“It’s fun and easier to remember,” Danny grinned and got out of his chair. “I'll take a picture of Earth and sign it for you. It’ll be worth something someday.”

Roger chuckled. “It’ll be worth something, all right.”

It didn’t take long to learn what the science community thought of his parents when he first started training. Pitiful looks and bouts of laughter when he mentioned his parents always came up.

“Dam, the crackpot scientists had a kid. Hopefully, they didn’t fill your head too much with all that ghost stuff.” An older candidate had poked fun of him. Danny learned quickly to keep his mouth shut about ghosts soon after. The Fenton name was a joke in the science communities. He didn’t quite blame NASA for asking him to change it.

NASA probably would have dropped him if it weren’t for his ghost half, funny enough. He excelled in all the physical training, speedrunning him through the ranks. The teachers had been flabbergasted when he ran the flight simulation almost perfectly. The spectra speeder was insanely close in operation, so it was like driving a new car to him. Weightlessness he mastered years ago, and strength was not a problem. The in-classroom training wasn’t that bad either. Danny was a fantastic astronaut if he did say so himself.

After his first mission, he gained a bit of a cult following. Officially, all records of NASA Danny Fenton had been changed to Danny Aykroyd. Nobody knew him as C student Fenton but instead kick-ass astronaut Aykroyd. His records were publicly available, and every mission he went on went well. So what if he used some ghostliness to keep his team safe. As far as they knew, lifting rocks that shouldn’t be humanly possible was one of those muscle flukes. Like a parent lifting a car to save their child. His team stayed safe, and that’s what mattered most.

He didn’t mind it so much that nobody knew. His parents understood and were proud of him. They kept quiet about Danny’s famous career as an astronaut, but Amity Park still knew. During the Christmas holidays last year, he saw Dash at Starbucks, who gaped at him like a fish. Danny simply raised his cup like a toast and headed back home. As long as only Amity Park knew about Danny Fenton, he would be fine. Sam’s parents had been so passive-aggressive once they realized that they couldn’t mention their connection to Danny without some NASA officials breathing down their necks. It was good, but sometimes he couldn’t miss the sadness in his parent’s eyes when they couldn’t announce their baby boy’s accomplishments to the world.

His last name went unnoticed by most. Sometimes interns and such would ask him questions, though.

“Danny Aykroyd? Like Dan Aykroyd?” Confusion and curiosity ripple their faces.

Danny would simply laugh and grin. “No, that’s the ghostbuster.” Sam and Tucker didn’t think it was as funny, unfortunately. It had grown on them the past couple of years, though. He was pretty sure he saw Tucker wearing a shirt on his Instagram one time with his response. Appropriately, the shirt was black with ‘No, that’s the ghostbuster’ written in curvy neon green letters. Danny tracked one down and posted a picture on his official account wearing it. He had to apologize for crashing the artist’s site a few hours later.

His popularity had grown to the point where people tried getting interviews with him. Danny did some after the PR team forced him to. In the first interview, he was a nervous wreck. PR never treated alternate Danny personas kindly. They got easier after a while, none were out to get him, really. Most just asked about the space stations, missions and sometimes his personal life.

Eventually, life and the PR team lead him to today’s interview. He sat backstage waiting for his cue. A blonde woman, Agatha, was a show host and begged to have him on the show. She rallied the audience up, getting them ready for his appearance.

“Now please welcome Astronaut, Danny Aykroyd!” The crowd cheered and he strolled across the stage. The lights blinded him at first, but adjusted as he took his seat on the love seat across from Agatha.

“Agatha, thanks for having me.” With a broad smile, he shook her hand.

She smiled at him devilishly. “No, thank you, Danny. Celebrities are in a thousand, but Astronauts are on in a million.”

“Don’t flatter me too much,” he laughed, “my ego can only stretch so far.” The audience laughed at his remark, along with Agatha. He was doing good.

“Now Danny, not to get personal right off the bat, but do you have a new beau by any chance.”

Great one of these kinds of interviews. He shook his head. “No.”

“Not even at home?”

“Sorry to disappoint Agatha, but my love stays for Cujo still.” He held a hand to his heart and the audience laughed again.

Agatha laughed, throwing her head back. “Not even in good old Amity Park?”

Danny’s mouth twitched. Amity Park was not allowed for questions during an interview. PR made sure of it. “No, parents would probably like me to have some secret partner stashed away though. Gotta have them grandkids, am I right.” He laughed along with the audience.

Agatha leaned forward as if she caught a canary as looked at him playfully. “Say your parents right?” Danny squirmed in the seat and his smile dropped. “As in Maddie and Jack Fenton?”

“I-”

“Is it true that your name is really Daniel James Fenton?”

“I-”

“Fenton as in the joke of the science community?”

“Agatha-”

“What was it that they study and claim is true? Do let the audience know, Mr. Aykroyd.” She leaned back in her chair with a triumphant smile. Hushed whispers aroused from the audience as Danny stayed silent. The damage was already done. Live shows were the worst.

“Paranormal studies and ecto-biology, ecto-physics, and ecto-chemistry.”

“What interesting fields of study. More of fields of fantasy, though, am I right?” A few nervous laughs came from the audience. Danny curled his hands into a fist. PR was going to kill him tomorrow.

He gave Agatha a cold glare. She immediately straightened in her seat. “I don’t take kindly to people making fun of my parents. They’re amazing scientists. Dad built a fuelless aircraft and so many gadgets ahead of our time. Mom created entirely new ways to pull things apart. Atom. By. Atom.” Agatha was beginning to look a bit scared now. Danny continued anyway and started creating an invisible clone. “Ancients even, they protected the entire town when it literally got sent to an alternate dimension. They are good people and good scientists. I don’t care what everyone else says. I know what they study is real. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I’ve been to the ghost zone.” He closed his eyes and took a breath. The clone was at the lights now.

“Are you saying that you, a lead expert in space exploration and science, are endorsing the fact that the afterlife exists?” Agatha almost stumbled over her words. The crowd was silent.

Danny stood up from the love seat and glared at the camera. “Yes, and this interview is over.” The lights shut off, and the crown gasped with a few screams. Danny turned invisible and made his way out through the chaos of the crowd.

“Take back your statement,” Rodger demanded. “We can’t have you claiming that crackpot theories are real.” Danny felt like a child being scolded.

“This is a mess, Danny. The community is baffled and questioning whether you should still keep your job. The public is looking into your high school life too.” The PR head said worriedly. Danny cringed at the mention of high school.

“I guess they don’t want a delinquent C student, who believes in the supernatural leading up NASA missions, huh?”

“No Danny. They saw how cold you were last night, too. How can they trust you if you’ve secretly been a homewrecker all this time?”

“At least people get the joke behind Aykroyd now,” he said quietly. Well, some of the joke.

“Danny!” Roger sighed. “You’ve always been so adamant about finding proof before we make claims. Why does the supernatural not follow this?”

“I’ve seen proof-” he is proof-” that ghosts exist.”

“Danny, if your parents are telling you one thing from birth, of course you’re going to see proof. Confirmation bias.” Roger explained.

“No, Roger, it’s not that. There is a portal to hell in my basement Roger, my basement!” Danny stood up from his chair.

“Danny-”

“No-” he turned to the PR head- “If I can prove ghosts are real, can I keep my job? Ancients, I swear the job can be easier if I provide proof.”

The PR looked at their tablet and shrugged. “Maybe, it would have to be right away, though. No time to pull together some gimmick.”

“Good.”

“Danny, think about what you’re doing. You're risking your career,” Roger tried to reason.

Danny laughed. “No, Roger, even if NASA does fire me, I have other things to do. But-” he let the cool wrings wash over him- “I know what I am and that I exist.”

Roger and the PR head shut up after that. Their jaws hung open and stared at him, flabbergasted.

"There is this proof enough?"

Oh my God! So cute!

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