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(So I only just now saw that you said tag it, lmk if you want me to take this down or make it it's own thing- idk if you're doing research or something lol)
Danny fenton- no seriously. The day I processed that Danny had full on been electrocuted and died? That he couldn't go to anyone about it? That being in such a traumatizing event in his OWN HOME- he's a kid, he's supposed to be safe in his own home, his parents were supposed to keep him safe- that being so horrifically changed into something wrong meant his parents would hunt him down if they ever knew? He didn't change, not really, but his body stopped being his. His name stopped meaning him. His parents would go around publicly trying to kill(if he's lucky) him, were they ever safe? Would they even believe him? What if they're right, what if ghosts arent people- what if Danny died for good and whatever this ghost boy is just THINKS he's Danny, like his parents are always saying "ghosts don't feel, they're just pretending. They don't have emotions or identities, they just think they do! It's an evolutionary thing dann-o! Gotta trick the humans into being sympathetic!!"
Anyway, yeah I thought too hard for too long about identity and what is and isn't real and honesty versus survival and family versus safety and then I blocked out the next few years until my fifteenth birthday and never actually finished Danny phantom lmao
fuck it, i'm curious. reblog and tag with the first fictional death to ever rewrite your brain chemistry and/or make you cry like a baby. mine was ares from the underland chronicles (who, for context, was a giant bat.) to this day i will weep if i think too hard about it. okay, go.