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Chelsea Ghost Shorts [Write November 2024]

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Welcome to another Chelsea Ghost [Danny Phantom fanfiction] writing project! You don’t need to read the previous stories of Chelsea, and you don’t need to read these stories in order. (I certainly didn’t write them in order.) I can’t guarantee that I’ll get to all 30 prompts this November, since I’m starting late and already have two other projects in the works. My goal, however, is to hit 15 prompts by the end of the month. Think I can do it? We’ll see! I’ll finish the remaining prompts in November. Now for a little about Chelsea. She was dying until a mysterious man gave her medicine. The medicine saved her life, improved her life, and made her half-ghost. Her parents don’t know, but Danny and co. do. Chelsea has a cousin named Jacob Conway who made comics based on Danny Phantom. Jacob doesn’t know that Danny Phantom is a halfa until Chelsea tells him. Jacob gave the comics to his cousin in hopes of helping her feel better. He’s ecstatic that Chelsea is doing better. Edit: For those of you here for the crossovers, they're in #23 Isekai.
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Crown of Thorns and Roses.

Those who fail him, they claim, are consumed by his gardens. They are unaware, though, that I have been talking to plants my whole life—and now the fate of the kingdom hinges on their response. I wanted no attention at all. Enough risk is involved growing illegal miraculous blossoms in my small rural garden. However, I find the reason the king's gardens are withering and why all five gardeners before me have vanished when royal guards transport me to the palace. The gardens provide more than only aesthetic purposes. They're the kingdom's last defense. Constant observation by Crown Prince Thorne, his silver eyes frigid as the winter gradually kills his territory. The court mumbles he killed the past gardeners for failing, but I detect despair in his eyes. Each day I coax life from the wilting magical plants, I feel the protective wards strengthening. Each night, I sense the shadowy creatures straining our bounds, getting stronger, hungrier. Should I fail, I should detest the haughty prince threatening punishment. Instead, I find myself pulled to the man beneath the thorny crown—a monarch willing to become the villain in whispered legends if it means saving his people. As my power develops with odd new blossoms no one has seen before, so does the threat. The prince's foes conspire within the royal walls, the magical barriers decrease with each passing day, and my heart treacherously softens toward the man who cannot afford to love me back. They believe his gardens eat those who disappoint him. What they don't know is what happens when a wild magic like mine begins to overwhelm me.
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