#Banished to Phantom Zone!

[cantsayidont]

May 1962. Lana Lang banishes Lois Lane to the Phantom Zone. This is a little more aggro than usual for Silver Age Lana — it's eventually explained that she's been exposed to "a certain blue space metal" that "greatly magnifies the negative traits of people it contacts." However, during this period, it often seemed like the only reason Lois and Lana didn't both end up in jail was that the various horrible things they did to each other were so strange that there weren't any actual Earth laws against them.

#comics #superman's girlfriend lois lane #curt swan #george klein #the writer of this story is unknown #superman #lois lane #lana lang #phantom zone #some girls #banish other girls to the phantom zone #to cope?? #the superman stories of this era do not have a high regard for women

[misscryptidart]

Actually you know what fuck you 

*makes a robot / AI character that actually loves learning and is excited about things and is curious about senses and emotion and loves freely because it has no reason not to*

#oc #oc conversations #this is NOT about AI art #AI art sucks and should be banished to the phantom zone #Data this is for you #Sunny IRobot this is for you #Glados and Wheatly this is for you #Ultron this is for you (I swear baby I'm gonna get you out of the MCU)

[evilminji]

Okay... we KNOW that Justice League Dark is actually Competent at their Jobs.

Can banish most Spooks back home with out pausing to look up from their sandwich.

But you know what they HAVEN'T done? Dealt with the fuckin American Government. And all the complexe back-stabbery and "not my depart"ing that entails. The covering of asses and silencing of whistle blowers. Smearing of character. Just... the general BULLSHIT, legal and political, necessary to get those Ecto Acts consigned to the Depths of Hell where they belong.

Amity? Is fine.

Big ol Lair. Nothing nefarious getting in, few people ever bothering to go out. But like... they'd kind like THE OPTION, you know? Kids going to elite colleges. Jobs in other cities. That sorta thing! Maybe even new blood!

Stagnation feels too... Zone.

But they can't exactly FORCE the guys to focus on this one thing. And? They don't exactly... trust? Them? It's not personal. They're just not ghosts. Well, one is. But you can't ask ONE hero to handle all of that by himself! That's just unreasonable! Mr. Brand, while dashing and accomplished, has only so many hours in the day!

But what do DO???

...........well.......... Youngblood has an idea?

What if we annoyed them?

(How bout now? How bout now? How bout now? How bout now? How bout no-?)

Ooooooh~? Says the collectively gathered Ghost Regulars of Amity. Yes, that INCLUDES DANNY. They are INTRIGUED! Ghosts DO enjoy a good haunting. A light bit of Mischief, now and then. Some troublemaking! If you will~

I mean... Muses the resident Stick in the Mud, Phantom. As long as we all agree to some Ground Rules first...

Just until the finally Do Their JOBS, of course.....

The giggling is both bone chilling and filled with plotting. And so! The campaign of ghostly Minor To Moderate Inconveniences, begins! THINK FAST! *appears before Constantine, drops a LITERAL kid in his lap (as in a baby goat), in a "careful, I'm anxious!" Vest, then disappears.* The goat? Starts trying to eat his shirt. And is non magical.

It's the fifth random but slightly difficult to get rid off object or animal, dumped on him in the last two weeks. All juuuuust barely past that threshold where they're precious enough, he wouldn't feel comfortable handing um to some rando and walking away. GDI.

@the-witchhunter @hypewinter @hdgnj @spidori @babbling-babull @lolottes @mutable-manifestation @nerdpoe

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #pay attention or else campaign au #the campaign of many tiny annoyances au #minji's writing

[lord-of-0blivion]

This Post inspired this. (I may have developed reblogophobia)

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The stars shined brightly through the window as he leaned against it. His soft green glow masked by the space themed night lights.

'It's been such a long time since my thoughts have been so clear' he mused, 'I guess millennia alone do take a toll on the mind.'

'Last time my thoughts weren't muddled by anger and power lust, was... was when she..' an exhausted, self depricating sigh escaped his lips. 'I'm such a fool. She was just trying to calm me down, and I let that trice dammed ring take hold! I banished my dear wife from the relams and I can't believe it took me three thousand years to remember!!'

A soft snore brought him out of his mind. Casting his gaze on the occupant of the bed he smirked ever so slightly. 'To think this child was capable of defeating me. It's honestly both impressive and very worrying.' He relaxed his body a bit 'And now he is to be crowned High King...'

"Hmm..." He tilted his to the side 'Black hair, blue eyes... My dear Gotham would have loved him. I just hope she can forgive me one day.'

Pushing against the window he got to his feet. 'That settles it, I'll take him as my heir... Huh, I guess not only her knights got Gotham's adoption problem...' He shakes his head 'Nevermind that, I'll make sure he can live, grow and learn without trouble or worry untill he is ready for the throne.'

Raising his hand he does a gesture that is physically impossible for the anatomy of the human appendage, and with a puff of green smoke a floating eyeball appears spontaneously. Quickly grabbing what stands for its throath to make sure it doesn't make a sound, he stands to his full height and looks it straight in the pupil. Once its quivering in fear, and he is certainly it understands its situation, he slowly passes it a note.

The Observer looks at the note then slowly, fearfully, back at The Curent High King, Pariah Dark, who is staring back at him sporting Danny Phantom's patented (as in, he literally filled a pattent) little shit™️ smirk. After reluctantly receiving the note, he is then forcefully banished back to the zone. The "Don't do something you will regret." Phariah mouthed at him sending him into a fit of shivers.

As the green smoke dissipated, he turned towards the bird rack in the corner 'Well, I better go to "sleep" as well, there is lot of work to do tomorrow.' As his body morphed and black fathers replaced green skin he thought "I should get young Danny to rescind my beloved's exile.'

Talons tightly gripping the wooden stand, he turned his beak twords the stars beyond the window 'Truly a bitter feeling this is. Then again, I suppose it is expected of medicine to be bitter, because this is medicine... I am healing after all.'

And with an imperceptible nod of his featherd head, the curtains closed tightly.

@hecate-hollow

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dp prompt #dp x dc #ghost zone #king danny phantom #pariah dark #danny fenton

[fallenquest]

Danny Phantom had faced many villains in his time, but none quite as unpredictable and dangerous as the Joker. When the two of them finally met, Danny knew that he was in for a fight.

The Joker had come to Amity Park, looking for a new challenge. He had heard of Danny Phantom and his ghostly powers, and he was eager to test his own skills against the young superhero.

But Danny was not impressed. He knew all too well what the Joker was capable of and was determined not to let him cause any harm to his hometown.

At first, the Joker tried to play his usual mind games with Danny, trying to make him doubt himself and his abilities. But Danny was stronger than that. He refused to let the Joker get under his skin and continued to fight back against him.

Their battles were intense and dangerous, with the Joker using his twisted sense of humor and unpredictable nature to catch Danny off guard. But Danny's ghostly powers proved to be a match for the Joker's cunning and unpredictable nature.

Danny knew that he couldn't let the Joker continue to cause chaos in his town. He had to find a way to stop him once and for all.

With the help of his friends and allies, Danny came up with a plan to trap the Joker in the Ghost Zone, where he could no longer harm anyone. And so, after a long and grueling battle, Danny finally defeated the Joker and banished him to the Ghost Zone.

But the Joker wasn't going down without a fight. He vowed to return and seek revenge against Danny and Amity Park. And Danny knew that he would be ready for him.

From that day on, Danny Phantom knew that the Joker was a force to be reckoned with. He may have won the battle, but the war was far from over. But Danny was determined to protect his town and keep it safe from the likes of the Joker, no matter what it took.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #ghost king danny #Danny phantom and the joker #Danny phantom hates clowns #dc joker #dp x dc #dp x dc ideas

[therobotmonster]

Superman's unwillingness to kill is not his greatest weakness...

But Rom the Spaceknight's is.

Warning, I am on pain medication.

I didn't want to bloat the post that inspired this more than I did already. In it, there's reference to Zach Snyder alluding to his putting Superman in the position where he 'had to' kill Zod because Superman's unwillingness to kill is "his greatest weakness."

I disagree. Superman's unwillingness to kill is actually his greatest strength, or at least a manifestation of it. Superman doesn't refuse to kill just because of a Christian devotion to 'thou shalt not kill' or an adherence to human law. Clark's refusal to kill is an extension of his absolute dedication to not abusing his power.

Clark's actual greatest weakness is his compassion for others. That's the thing that constantly tempts him to abuse that power. It isn't that killing Lex Luthor or Zod is an unforgivable crime in itself, it's that Clark knows it wouldn't be.

Rom, on the other hand, is the other way around.

Rom isn't really a Superman Expy, but he's certainly a commentary on him, even if unintentionally. Rom is also a paragon-type, also an alien superhuman with a wide assortment of immense powers. His greatest weapon is essentially a phantom zone projector.

Like Superman, Rom is sworn not to kill. But that's the important part. Sworn not to. He is bound by oaths and duty and rules of engagement because he's both a holy knight hunting demons and a soldier in a war. He isn't allowed to kill non-wraiths because they're civilians and doesn't want to because he cares about most living creatures.

He isn't allowed to kill wraiths because death is too good for them. He's hunting down war criminals, and the Galadorian leadership sentenced them all to exile to limbo to suffer for eternity, immortal but unable to affect, much less harm, anything.

A dead wraith is a wraith that has escaped its sentence, and coming back from the dead is easier for a species of demon-warlock aliens than escaping their metaphorical exorcism and banishment to hell.

Rom's code against killing is the most often exploited weakness he has. The wraiths, knowing a front-on confrontation with him is certain banishment, love to hurl non-wraith humans and superhumans at Rom, knowing the Spaceknight won't return their lethal force (and that if he did, they'd have forced him to murder an innocent, which they consider a win).

In these contests, Rom's humanity (specifically his ability to express human traits like compassion, mercy, and self-sacrifice) is usually what turns the tide by convincing these dupes of his true nature.

Pictured: Rogue inadvertently triggers Rom's body dysmorphia

Now, as has often been mocked, Rom does kill a couple of times. This gives him an existential crisis, but it's more about violating his oaths and losing control than remorse for destroying a wraith in a moment of passion. The audience isn't supposed to be horrified at his actions or unsettled, they're supposed to see the impossible standard the Galadorians put on Rom and his brethren.

But it still works with the themes, because Rom is a man trapped in a machine, and his Spaceknight code and duty are a part of that machine.

So where Superman must triumph over the temptations his own compassion puts before him to go too far, Rom has to keep his power and duty from keeping him from feeling the emotions he needs to triumph over his demons.

#hope I explained that well #rom #rom spaceknight #superman #code against killing #comic books #ramblings #old fan yells at cloud

[thecryptkeeper]

group interviews make me feel like im about to be banished to the phantom zone (superman II reference)

#i meet w a whole curatorial team. its literally a ‘the council has decided’ moment

[canofspooks]

Day 2: Backpack

The thermos weighed heavily in Danny's bag as he walked. In the heat of the moment, he'd been so confident in his newfound powers that it was like he was an entirely different person. Phantom was cool. Phantom was confident. Phantom could beat a ghost twice his size and probably a hundred times his age with the power of puns and punches.

Danny Fenton needed to find a way to get the ghost out of his one and only ghost-catching thermos before he inevitably needed to use it again.

The idea that he even considered needing to use it again was already making his head spin.

He and his friends made their first stop at Tucker's place. Tucker hesitated at the mailbox, eyeing the bag.

"... Do you want help? I already did the homework that's due tomorrow, so I can hang around your place and 'tutor' you," Tucker offered.

Danny laughed, ignoring the relief that flooded his chest. "Sure. I still don't know what I'm gonna do with it yet, so if you have any ideas then I'm all ears."

He turned his attention to Sam, who shrugged. "I'm in too."

The three made their way back to Danny's home and slipped into his room. Danny dumped the contents off his backpack out onto the bed. The thermos sat there, taunting him.

"Maybe just be honest with your parents," Tucker suggested. After a pointed look, he quickly added, "Mostly honest. They're ghost hunters, it's not like they're gonna be mad that you took an interest in the family business."

"Not sure how I'd explain fighting off a ghost with my bare hands at school today."

That quickly shut the idea of honesty down.

Sam took the thermos from the bed and set it on the floor. She began scrounging around his Danny's desk. "We banish it, then."

"What?!"

"Your parents probably have some weird books about ghosts in their lab. We grab those, do a ritual, and banish the ghost."

"Sam, magic isn't real-"

"- says the half-ghost."

"It's science! It's weird science that school hasn't taught us, but I'm sure there's logic behind it!"

Sam tossed a few sticks of chalk, worn down to barely nubs, onto the floor. "Then we'll scientifically banish the spooky ghost back into the afterlife dimension-thingy."

"Ghost Zone," he corrected.

"Don't care. Your parents made a portal to hell and I get to call it what I want."

#dannymay2023 #spooks reign of terror #i literally could not think of a story related to this prompt to watch as i shoehorn in 'backpack' #very excited for the later prompts. tbh i just glossed over this first few and never returned to them

[radiance1]

OK NOW SO. I HAD A THOUGHT AND I'M RUNNING wITH IT.

Ok so, the Justice League doesn't know that Amity Exists, or they know of its existence but don't do anything cause Danny Phantom has it handled, or Constantine knows it exists but says not to mess with it and stops all cries of help or whatever.

So now I'm thinking of this and it just.

So, what if it's none of the above, but the Justice League doesn't know it exists because a magical barrier of the sort.

So, throwback to something in my other post that made Tucker and Sam time travelling 'deities'.

It's basically: Pariah Dark tried to take over the mortal realm once, got stopped by the Immortal Elders and with the Help of Shazam, defeated him and pushed him back to the Ghost Zone.

So, because of this and now that you have context.

What if Shazam set a barrier around the battlefield?

And you wanna know where the battlefield is?

Amity Park.

So, Shazam sets a barrier that should prevent anything from the beyond from getting through the rift and leaving.

Specifically, Pariah Dark.

And it's not just supposed to prevent anything from getting through. It's also supposed to hide what's there, so in the off chance that people who come with malicious intent (or know magic) won't be able to find, and tear through the rift easily.

And over time it basically became its own pocket dimension but not really, more like a place that's cut off from the outside world.

So over time the amount of ectoplasm that slowly bled through the rift stops all communication from getting out of the area of the barrier.

And later with the help of the GIW basically making a separate server or maybe app that acts like multiple social media sites or something.

No one knows Amity Park exists.

But what Shazam nor any of the Elders accounted for, is that people would live inside the barrier in the first place.

Here comes the fentonightingale's.

Being witch hunter's and ghost hunter's, they didn't come with Malintent. They came with the intention to banish ghost's and save people.

So, they were allowed access.

So now fast forward to multiple generations into the future to Jack and Maddie.

The barrier prevents anything from setting foot through the rift, right?

Well, it does, but here's the thing. It stops them by making sure that the 'rift' stays closed, or so small that only the tiniest ghosts can get through.

But it never accounted for someone with 'good' intentions to rip the 'rift' clean open.

And even then, it had precautions set in place if someone with malintent managed to get through the barrier and tries to rip open the rift.

But the 'precautions' are only activated when the barrier senses magic.

And what did Jack and Maddie use?

Pure. Science.

So that means that nothing activated to stop the anyone from opening the 'rift'.

And now, with a stable way to out of the ghost zone. Y'know with the rift being ripped wider.

The ghosts can set foot within Amity Park but can't leave the surrounding area.

Not that they tried of course, with Phantom beating them and sending them back to the Ghost Zone and all.

So here, have this.

It's what I came up with regarding Amity Park and Dc sharing the earth.

And why the Justice League doesn't know of Amity Park's existence.

Also, Danny, Vlad and Dani's Halfa status.

They can bypass the Barrier either in or out of Human form. The Barrier is supposed to stop ghosts, but because of their Halfa status, the barrier recognizes them as Human and lets them throught.

Which now that I think of it, might be one of the major loopholes in Shazam's barrier but hey, who could have expected there to be a hybrid of both species? Obviously not Shazam lmao.

#Dc x dp #Crossover #Shazam #The six Immortal Elders #Justice League #Thought of this #couldn't get it out of my head #and expanded on it #feel free to add in your own thoughts too I guess

[damienthepious]

did you know that it's a full moon tonight? because that fact has shaped ALL my writing progress today.

i fucking hate this new editor by the way. i can BARELY fucking post fic at all anymore and it's fucking banishing me to the phantom zone. go read my fic on ao3 instead im begging you.

raised by wolves

[ao3]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationships: Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla

Characters: Rilla, Sir Damien, Lord Arum, The Keep

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin' Tuesday, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Werewolf!Rilla specifically, Secrets, (look i think rilla deserves to have some angsst explored for once), (uhhhh god there have GOT to be more tags uhh. i don't know i'll add more later), (In later chapters there will be), Implied/Referenced Harm to Children, Implied/Referenced Violence, Mild Injury

Summary: Rilla is keeping secrets.

Notes: This didn't exist this morning and now i've got a new fucking multichapter to worry about jesus fuck. hopefully (LMAO) this one won't actually be that long? if it goes according to.. plan???? yeah. right. fine. okayfine.

~

Rilla has always liked straight lines. Consistent rules. Categories, into which data points will neatly fall.

This might, possibly, have something to do with all the categories she falls between the cracks of, herself. Or maybe she was always going to be like this. Who knows? She doesn't exactly have a control group to check with. Life doesn't work like that; neat and tidy like her experiments. Life is messy. Her life, in particular, is messy. But, hey, at least it's messy mostly on a predictable cycle. Mostly.

Rilla packs her usual bag, false bottom carefully in place with her new tinctures alongside the old standbys. She pulls her hair out of her face and into a braid, and picks her way down to the greenhouse to say her goodbyes.

A newer wrinkle in the routine: saying her see-you-in-a-couple-days, I-promise-I'll-be-safe, try-to-remember-that-I-love-yous in the Keep, now, and not in her own hut. Saying them to Arum, too.

Arum hasn't questioned her absences, yet, because she goes off on her own all the time anyway, and because he never really seems to question her about leaving the Keep. She can tell that he doesn't want to remind her of being kept here, and... that isn't necessary, really, but it's sweet, in a way.

He and Damien can keep each other company while she's gone, too. Which is nice. Damien doesn't have to be quite so lonely when she's gone, anymore (and Arum doesn't have to be lonely at all, if she can help it).

She kisses Damien deep, distracted by the way his skin smells, this close to the moon, and when she pulls back Arum nuzzles his snout into her neck in a way that makes her want to growl, though she manages to suppress the urge into just a shudder as she wraps an arm around him and squeezes. No time for fun, just now, unfortunately. She kisses Arum's cheek, light and sweet to make him scowl, and then she peels herself away with a casual wave.

The Keep's portal drops her in the front room of her hut, receding back into the wide planter to the left of the hearth with a gentle farewell warble from the Keep (or at least... what she assumes is a gentle farewell warble), and Rilla grabs another one or two things to stuff into her pack before she steps out of the hut, locks up, and marches into the jungle.

Damien thinks that her monthly disappearances have to do with harvesting rare medicinal plants with very particular blooming cycles, which is... partly true. There are flowers and herbs to be harvested during the day, when she can. She doesn't like being less than honest with Damien, but she's been less than honest with every single person she's ever known since her parents were Exiled. And- it's a medical condition. Sort of. She's allowed to keep a medical condition private if she wants to.

Arum...

Arum complicates things. He's good at that.

Arum complicates her excuses for not telling Damien, specifically. Because if Damien can, in fact, put aside his animosities and find room in his heart for a monster...

(Maybe she could have told him ages ago.)

(Or maybe not. Maybe it would have been too much, before. Maybe he would have been terrified. Maybe he would have felt betrayed. Maybe he would have told the Crown. Maybe he would have-)

No one knows about the second hut, the same way no one knows about her condition. Though... "hut" is generous. Her home is a hut, cozy and carefully cluttered and warm and welcoming. This building is more of a shack, really. It's a fair hike from the hut, but she can get there before dusk with time to spare, which is pretty much the point. Technically speaking, she could just overnight here and then come back home during the day, if she really pushed it, but that would be a lot harder to explain than just saying that she needs to travel to a distant grove for botanical purposes.

It looks abandoned and ramshackle, but the door and the lock are sturdy, and Rilla has the key.

Sturdy, reinforced walls, a wooden locking bar to make certain that nothing gets in and out, no windows. Bare floors, excepting a chair and a desk in one corner for a little bit of reading or writing during the day, and a chest to keep her things in. Mostly open space, where Rilla spreads out the blankets she brought, right in front of the metal hoops for the chains.

She cut her timing a little close today, mostly because she wanted to actually enjoy her morning with Damien and Arum. She sighs, stretches, and unpacks her extra clothes into the chest so she can get to the false bottom of her pack and pull out her medicine.

First night. She'll go with her standby tincture, this time. She has a new experimental blend she wants to try, but she'd rather save it for tomorrow, the full moon, and see how it affects her on the day that hits her with the most severe symptoms. This one, she at least knows that it'll keep her mostly placid.

She sighs, uncorks the vial and slams it back like a shot, wrinkling her nose at the taste.

The medicine makes her memory a bit... muddy? But even before she developed this particular treatment regimen, she couldn't remember much about what happened, what she would do on the nights immediately surrounding the full moon.

She does know that she hates it here. Hates the chains, hates the wood against her claws, hates the drowsiness from the medicine. Hates being alone.

She packs her kit back up. She undresses to her underclothes, then stows her dress and shoes and the tinctures into the chest before she closes it with a click.

She goes to sit on the blankets on the floor, then, fixing the harness around her neck and chest and adjusting it to the marked positions. Rilla has been alone in one way or another since her parents left, she reminds herself as she settles in to wait, her skin already prickling and her eyes adjusting far too quickly to the dark.

The wolf will just have to cope.

#elle's fanfic #second citadel #rad bouquet #lizard kissin' tuesday #amaryllis of exile #sir damien #lord arum #raised by wolves #dying about this. also hoping desperately that my cobbled together html attempt got around the dogshit editor enough for this to be USEABLE

[masked-kitsune]

Danny Phantom Separate au

In this au Danny and Phantom are two separate entities. The two made a deal during Danny's portal accident. Danny was given a few basic powers, mainly intangiblity and invisibility. Phantom is the banished son of Paraih Dark. Phantom was starting to fade when Danny encountered him in the newly active portal. The two were both dying and struck a desperate deal to help each survive and so Phantom's core turned into an amulet that Danny now wears around his neck allowing the two to switch places quickly with their usual transformation. It's sorta like a Yami and Yugi situation for the two of them.

•Sam and Tucker actually don't know about Danny and Phantom being two separate beings, they assumed they're the same since Danny always wears the amulet and he never bothered to correct them. They're proven wrong about this assumption during memory blank

•Identity crisis was the result of the two fighting. The Fenton ghost catcher gave the two enough charge to be separated with some issues

•Danny learns that he and Phantom can temporarily turn into the other with enough of an ectoplasmic charge

•Danny could tell something was off about Phantom during the circus Gothica incident but didn't immediately chalk it up to mind control until Lancer was locked in a closet.

•Memory blank caused them to lose their connection which in turn caused them to lose their memories alongside the tampering of Desiree with her magic due to the wish Sam made. They had to relearn a few things especially after Sam made her counter wish

•Dani was the result of Vlad trying to clone Danny without knowing that he and Phantom weren't the same person which resulted in Dani and the other clones being extremely unstable

•Vlad is still a halfa due to his ectoacne

•Dan is the result of Phantom being corrupted when Vlad stole the amulet off Danny during the events of the ultimate enemy and the halfa trying to use the amulet. Danny tried to save Phantom which resulted in the teen's death, Vlad's ghost half being absorbed into the amulet and a weakened Phantom being overwhelmed and absorbed by the evil ghost half.

•Clockwork eventually removed the time medallion from Danny's chest

•Clockwork is Phantom's other parent and ends up as a father figure/mentor to Danny

•Danny becomes part ghost due to Phantom

•Phantom shows some of his real power during his fight against Paraih Dark since he manages to briefly send Amity Park back to the real world from the ghost zone. The fight took a toll on both Phantom and Danny. It was more of an emotional toll for Phantom while the physical toll went to Danny

•Phantom remembers bits and pieces of his life in the ghost zone. Phantom is 1400 in human years and is 14 in ghost years

•Paraih went mad due to a poisoning attempt by an observatant when one made a bid for power after sealing Clockwork in the clock tower with a powerful artifact alongside Phantom. He was told his husband and son were lost and in his grief drank the blood blossom wine that ended with him going mad and leading to him needing to be sealed. The observatants cast the traitor into the deepest darkest parts of the ghost zone as punishment

•Phantom leans all of this via Clockwork

•Thunderstorms are hard on both Phantom and Danny

•Phantom was poisoned in a ghostly assassination attempt

•Skulker was hired by said assassin at first and then by Vlad

•Phantom being the prince was kept a secret from the rest of the zone except for Frostbite in the far frozen

•Danny keeps the amulet tucked in his shirt to avoid his parents equipment from pin pointing it

•The Fenton parents don't know about either portal incident

[Feel free to add more to this. It'll be interesting seeing what others come up with including crossovers, just nothing too extreme]

#danny phantom #danny fenton #Paraih Dark #Clockwork #dp au #yugioh reference #skulker #observatants #tw poisoning #tw assassination attempt #tw death #ghost prince danny/phantom

[fyonahmacnally]

Supercorptober2023

Day 1: Wild

Three weeks have passed since the Superfriends found Lex’s lair and sent him to the Phantom Zone. The final remnants of Lex’s rampage on the city have finally been sorted and the team is ready for some much needed rest and relaxation. Now, they’re gathered around the table in the center of the Tower for a debriefing. All of them are anxious to get this done so they can put all this madness behind them. 

The only member of the team missing is Lena. A week after Lex’s banishment and Lillian’s death, Lena left for Maine and then on to Fortune Bay, Newfoundland on a mission to find out more about her birth mother. Things hadn’t gone exactly the way she planned so she’s back in National City after only two weeks. As she makes her way into the Tower and inside the elevator, her mind wanders and races through the improbabilities of her discovery. 

The elevator doors open, breaking Lena from her internal thoughts. She walks into the control room, immediately catching Kara’s attention. Juniper eyes lock with ocean blues and they share an affectionate smile as their shoulders drop and tension bleeds out of them both.

“Lena! You’re back!” Kara says, rushing over to greet her best friend. “How was Newfoundland?” She carefully scans Lena’s face, a curious crinkle forming between her brow.

“Um, it was…quiet.” Lena sighs and tilts her head as Kara meets her at the door wrapping her in a hug. She allows herself a brief reprieve and settles into the warmth before stepping back. “Honestly, it’s a lot to process so if we can just jump right back into work, that would be great. Maybe you guys can bring me up to speed?”

Kara’s forehead crinkles in concern, knowing there is something Lena’s not saying, but decides not to push. At least not right now. “Oh, okay. Yeah.” The blonde can’t stop thinking about the fact that Lena is holding something back. Her incessant need to protect the woman spikes and her worry settles in her belly. She shakes her head and continues. “Well, you got here just in time! We’re just finishing our debriefing. We dismantled everything Lex was doing before we sent him to the Phantom Zone and were just about to go over the reports.”

The group wraps up the debriefing within an hour and everyone decides to head to their respective homes for the evening. Lena sighs, unsure if she wants to go to her empty apartment, but not sure if she should invite herself to accompany her best friend either. The decision is made for her when a gentle hand lands on her forearm, once again pulling her from her own internal chaos. She shakes her head and looks into concerned blue eyes. 

“Hey.” Kara says, her words tinged with worry. “Are you okay? You’ve been…I don’t know, distracted since you got here. Did something happen while you were gone?” She runs her hand along Lena’s forearm to her hand and takes it into her own, waiting for a response.

Lena sighs, tilting her head back and gently squeezing the hand holding hers. “My trip wasn’t what I expected it to be, but I don’t really want to talk about it here.” She looks around as the rest of the group is gathering their belongings and heading for the door. “Can we go somewhere else? Maybe grab dinner and head to yours? We can go to my place too. I just…don’t really want to get into it at the Tower.”

Kara smiles. “Of course. You want to order Chinese and head to mine?” She tilts her head and motions toward the balcony. “Need a lift?”

A smirk spreads across Lena’s face. “Sure, have portal, will travel. But um, no flying for me, Supergirl.” She presses her watch and chuckles. The familiar purple swirl opens as Kara rolls her eyes and pouts. “Come on, put the pout away. This is faster anyway.”

They step out of the portal and into Kara’s loft. Lena feels some of the tension begin to dissipate now that she’s in the familiar comfort of her best friend's home. A place that has come to feel like her own home. A place of safety. It’s a thought that briefly halts her brain and any coherent thought. An action she doesn’t realize until Kara is standing in front of her with that adorable crinkle on her forehead. 

“You’re starting to worry me, Lena. This is the second time you’ve zoned out on me since you got back. I could tell when you showed up that something heavy is weighing on your mind.” She rests her hands on Lena’s shoulders, pulling her into a hug. “You know you can talk to me, right? Are you alright?”

Blowing out an exasperated breath, she nuzzles into the blonde’s neck, basking in the warmth and safety of the woman she loves more than anything. A long needed reprieve from the thoughts that have plagued her since she left the small house in Maine and made her way to Fortune Bay. 

“There’s a lot to dissect and I’m not really sure I’m ready to talk about everything, but let’s order dinner and get comfortable. What I have to say is going to take a while.” She pulls back away from Kara’s neck and places a soft kiss to her cheek before stepping back. “Do you still have a stash of my comfy clothes on hand? If not, can I borrow some?” Regardless of how much she tries to mask it, a slight note of insecurity and vulnerability creeps into her voice. 

Kara laughs and pulls her back into another brief hug, returning the kiss to Lena’s forehead before pulling her best friend into her bedroom. “Please, I could never get rid of your stash. You know better than that. Come on, let’s get changed and I’ll order food. Then you can fill me in on your little adventure.”

Once they both settle onto the couch waiting for their food to arrive, Kara unceremoniously pulls Lena into her side, the two of them physically closer than they’ve been in a long time outside of a few hugs. “So, tell me what’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours?” 

Lena does her best to school her surprise and tamp down the butterflies scattering through her chest and into her stomach. This is the first time Kara has been so tactile with her since their reconciliation and the blonde’s return from the Phantom Zone. It’s something that was commonplace before, but is so new to her now that it is a bit breath-stealing. She has to take a few seconds to gather her wits and push down the feelings that are desperately trying to escape their little boxes.

“Well, you already know I went to Maine to the cabin my father kept there. It was where I lived with my mother until she died. Apparently, Lionel kept a box of things that belonged to my mother, some letters, pictures, little keepsakes. When I was looking through it, I found some letters from a woman named Florence Abbott along with a photograph that led me to a town called Fortune Bay in Newfoundland.” She takes a deep breath, unsure if she is ready to actually share the rest of her trip with her best friend. She glances up and finds affectionate blue eyes staring back at her full of encouragement.

“The photo was of my mother and two other women. One was Florence, and the other was a woman named Margaret Bishop.” Another deep breath and a pause. She watches as Kara gently nods her head then feels the blonde’s arms tighten around her shoulders. “The photo led me to Fortune Bay into an old bar where I met Peggy Bishop, Margaret’s daughter. The story she told me caught me off guard and sent me on one of the wildest weeks of my life so far.”

Kara’s eyebrows shoot up into her hairline as she gently leans back to look Lena in the eyes. “Wow. If you’re saying it was one of the wildest weeks of your life, it has to be seriously off the wall because you have experienced some crazy things, Lena. Dealing with Lex and Lillian was wild on its own. For something to be beyond anything they brought into your life, it must be something to behold.” She shakes her head and keeps her cerulean blues fixed on verdant green. “Was your mother in a cult or something?” She giggles a little, but stops dead when she sees the look on the face of the pale skinned woman next to her. 

Lena grimaces, pulling slightly away from the warmth of Kara’s embrace. She still isn’t sure she’s ready for this part, but she doesn’t really have a choice at this point. After taking a deep breath and steeling herself for the next few sentences, she speaks. 

“Margaret, Florence, and my mother were really close. They apparently found out that Margaret was being beaten by her husband, Tommy and no one was doing anything about it. Long story short, the three of them took matters into their own hands and accidentally killed Tommy. I’m not sure what happened to Margaret after that, but my mother left town for Maine shortly afterward and that’s where she met my father. To keep herself safe, Florence went into hiding.” Lena’s hands twist together as she tugs on her fingers trying to quell her anxiety and nervousness. 

She has no idea how Kara is going to take the next statement, but she has to keep going. Taking a deep breath, she forces out the words. “They were part of a coven, my mother and Margaret were learning how to use their magical abilities from Florence. The three of them only wanted to scare Tommy, but ended up accidentally burning him alive. Florence said that she heard from my mother when she became involved with Lionel and again after I was born. She kept tabs on me and when my mother died, Lionel reached out to her.”

She pauses and looks down, weaving her fingers together in her lap. Vulnerable and incredibly unsure how to convey the rest of what she needs to say. She still needs to tell Kara about the cottage in Ireland and what Florence said about her bloodline. How do you tell your best friend, the woman you are irrevocably in love with, that you are also a witch and have magical powers. She sighs for what feels like the millionth time since she got back to National City. 

“Florence said that my father knew about my abilities. My mother wanted Lionel to prevent her from using her magic so he assumed she would want the same for me. He and Lillian kept talismans around the manor to prevent me from manifesting them.” Lena desperately tries to stifle the tears prickling her eyes, the emotions welling in her throat, but it’s no use. Rogue tears seep from her lashes as she pushes to continue. “The one thing my father did was keep the cabin in Maine, my childhood home until my mother died. And…he bought the cottage my mother grew up in in Ireland. He had it renovated and set aside in a trust for Florence to keep it up and maintain it until I showed up looking for information about my mother. He told her that he knew one day I would want to know more.”

Kara pulls her into a strong embrace, her hand rubbing comforting circles along her back and just letting her cry. Her best friend silently comforts and allows her to just be in the moment. When she feels like she’s finally released the pent up emotions she refused to unbox during her trip, she sits up and shyly wipes away her tears, gladly taking the tissue offered up from Kara. “This past month has been an insane whirlwind. My brother is in the Phantom Zone, Lillian is dead, and I am now the sole owner of the entire Luthor empire. Follow up by learning I also own a cabin in Maine as well as a cottage in Ireland. Oh and bonus, I’ve recently discovered that my mother was a witch and apparently so am I. It’s been wild and I’m not sure how to process it all.”

“Wow. So your mom was a witch?” Kara reaches out to take Lena’s hand, pulling her closer and wrapping her free hand back around her shoulders and across the back of the couch. “That’s a lot on its own, but to find out that you are too. How are you handling that? You’ve always been a woman of science and indisputable data. You’ve said you don’t believe in magic before. After hearing about Mr. Mxyzptlik, you basically scoffed at the idea of magic. Has that changed at all?”

A harsh raspberry passes between Lena’s lips. She’s unsure how to answer that question. There is a part of her that still thinks there is a rational, scientific explanation for these so-called magical powers, but after witnessing what Florence was able to do and the brief moments of her own abilities, her beliefs have been somewhat upended. She needs answers and the only way she is going to find them is by going to Ireland. Florence told her that most of her mother’s books and information about her heritage and family history is in the library at that cottage. There were some books in Maine that she brought back with her, but they were similar to the books of folklore and myth that her mother used to read to her as a child. 

“To be honest, I have no idea what to think or believe right now, Kara. It’s been a lot to process and it’s turned my mindset on its head. There’s still a part of me that thinks there is some science and logic to this, but I also witnessed things when I was with Florence that shouldn’t have been possible.” She lifts her hand to rub the back of her neck and temples where the tension is building again. “The only logical step I can see now is to head to the cottage in Ireland to learn more about who my mother was and what it means for me. I need to learn more about my heritage and bloodline. The only way I can do that is to immerse myself in the books and information Florence says is in that cottage and on that land.”

Kara’s eyes settle on Lena’s, the crinkle prominently displayed between her eyebrows. Her mind is racing, trying not to panic at the thought of Lena leaving for an indefinite amount of time. She’s barely gotten her best friend back after their falling out and her hellacious stay in the Phantom Zone. Lena was just gone for two weeks and has only gotten back today. A long torturous two weeks for the blonde and now she’s talking about leaving for even longer? Kara suddenly feels dizzy and nauseous. She can’t handle Lena going to Ireland for an indefinite amount of time, at least not without her. Her body starts to feel like it is vibrating and she suddenly feels really hot. She must make some sort of sound because Lena is suddenly leaning across her lap and cold, soft hands land on her face, green eyes worriedly looking into her own.

“Kara. Hey.” Lena says softly, her thumbs lightly stroking the blonde’s cheeks. “What’s wrong, Darling? Are you okay?” Worried sea green eyes bounce around Kara’s distraught features. “Take some deep breaths for me.”

She does. She looks right into those mesmerizing jade orbs, the soothing pools that seem to always suck her into their depths. Taking deep breaths and matching them to Lena’s, she starts to come back down to earth, the room stops spinning, and her stomach moves from nausea to butterflies. Lena’s hands are still on her face so she lifts her own hands and wraps her fingers around slender pale wrists. She smiles. The depths of her feelings for the phenomenal woman in front of her is becoming more and more evident to her as the days pass.

“There you are. Welcome back, Darling. What happened?” Lena says, softly running her thumbs across freckled cheeks. “It felt like you were having a panic attack. Did I say something to trigger a memory?”

The blonde takes a shaky breath, unsure if can make herself vulnerable enough to tell Lena what is going through her head. She sighs, they promised each other no more lies and she’s already not being honest about her feelings. There’s no way she can’t hide this as well. Her head nods in silent decision. She pulls Lena’s hands away from her face, settling them between their bodies before fixing her gaze on their joined fingers. 

“Um, I guess I was having a panic attack, but not because something you said triggered it. Or at least not in the way you’re thinking.” She shakes her head, trying to force her brain to get her words in order. “It’s just that, well, you just got back today after being gone for two weeks. Before that, we’d barely gotten to spend any time together. Between my trip to the Phantom Zone and your adventure to Maine, we haven’t really had a chance to talk or hangout. At least not since we reconciled and well, the thought of you…the idea that you…”

She starts breathing fast again, Lena’s hands shoot back up to her cheeks, forcing blue eyes to settle on green. This time, Lena shuffles across her thighs and into her lap then leans forward to rest their foreheads together, quietly whispering ‘just breathe, I’m here’ and settling Kara’s panic again.

“Darling, what’s going through your head? What do you think is going to happen?” Lena says, the breath from her words landing warmly against Kara’s chin. “You’re scared, I can see it in your eyes. Please talk to me. Tell me what it is and we’ll figure it out together.”

Another shaky breath spills from Kara’s lips. Her hands gently grasp Lena’s face, tilting her chin down to bring her forehead closer. She places a gentle kiss on her brow and smiles. Settling back against the cushion behind her with Lena still sitting across her thighs and eyes worriedly scanning her face. “It occurred to me that you will be leaving for Ireland without a clear return date and I don’t think I can handle that right now.” She lets out a scoff poorly disguised as laughter before she continues. “I want us to work to mend our relationship, Lena. I want to get back to spending time together and having movie nights. I’m just afraid that if you aren’t here…”

Lena watches and listens as Kara’s words trail off into a breathy silence. Their hands migrate to one another between their bodies, fingers interlocking together again. Lena’s mind is in chaos trying to figure out why her departure for Ireland would send Kara into such a panic. With her thoughts spiraling, she simply cannot decipher this reaction. Sure, they’ve been working to mend their relationship, but she didn’t think that Kara would react like this, in such a panic. 

What does it mean? Does Kara feel the same way she does? There’s no way, right? Right?!

She shakes her head to dispel the thoughts, refocusing on her best friend. “Kara, leaving for Ireland and staying there for a while doesn’t mean you can’t visit. I can give you the coordinates for the cabin and you’re welcome there at any time. Always.” She leans forward again, pressing their foreheads together, ardently trying to convey her sincerity. “I want to repair our relationship as much as you do, Darling. It feels like you’re afraid I’m leaving for good, that I’m not coming back. Is that what you’re so scared of?”

She doesn’t see the tears fall, but feels them silently collide with her thumbs as she sweeps them back and forth across Kara’s cheekbones. Leaning back to verify that her best friend is in fact crying, she sighs and settles herself further into the blonde’s lap, wraps her arms around her neck, and presses Kara’s damp face into her neck. Doing her best to comfort and reassure the woman she’s hopelessly in love with.

They sit in silence for a prolonged period of time before Kara clears her throat and extracts herself from Lena’s neck. She wipes the tears before settling back into the couch with her best friend still planted in her lap. She sighs and tries to collect her emotions so she can explain why it scares her. No, why it quite frankly terrifies her.

“When I was in the Phantom Zone, I was constantly reliving my worst nightmare. The phantoms were always present and everything felt real. The line between reality and nightmares started to blur.” She lightly caresses the slender fingers between her own, swallowing harshly, the sound audible. Shaking her head again, she tries to dispel the memories and forges on.“It was so real, Lena. Every single time it happened, I felt it. The nightmares the phantoms kept showing me weren't what I expected. I’ve lost so many things in my life, suffered through trauma I haven’t even begun to deal with, but this? It was the worst thing I’ve ever felt.”

Kara lifts her eyes back to the woman sitting across her thighs, tears welling up again. Stubbornly, she refuses to let them fall, blinking them from existence. Lena moves off her lap and into the corner of the couch, shifting until her back rests against the arm. She maneuvers them both until Kara is sitting between her legs, resting her back against Lena’s chest. She wraps her arms around the blonde’s shoulders, her hands resting against exposed collarbones. They sit there in silence for a few minutes, basking in the warmth and comfort of each other.

Lena finally shatters the quiet, no longer able to stop her curiosity from getting the better of her. “Based on some of our past conversations, I’m guessing that you figured your worst nightmare would be reliving the loss of Krypton or losing Alex and Eliza, but that wasn’t what you saw, was it?” She glances down, watching Kara’s head slowly nod side to side. “Well, whatever it was, it obviously impacted you more deeply than you anticipated. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, Darling, but why is this causing you to panic about my trip to Ireland? ”

Just as Lena finishes her sentence, there is a knock on the door signaling the arrival of their dinner. Kara sighs and extracts herself from Lena’s arms, making her way to the door to accept their food. With the takeout in hand, she heads toward the coffee table where Lena is placing plates, cutlery, and two bottles of water. The two quietly dish up their plates and settle back into the couch. The silence surrounding them is comfortable, but tense. Neither of them confident about restarting their conversation. It’s Kara that eventually speaks.

“The recurring nightmare, it wasn’t losing my planet. It wasn’t losing Alex or Eliza, or any of our other found family.” She sighs and delays the rest of her thoughts by taking a drink of her water. Placing the bottle back onto the table, she turns to face Lena, waiting to make sure the raven haired woman can see how sincere her next words are. “My worst nightmare is losing you, Lena. Every single vision, every single time. I watched you die. In so many different ways, over and over again. So. Many. Times. It got to the point that I wanted them to kill me. To put me out of my misery. It felt like losing Krypton all over again, but magnified. Only, I think it was worse. So much worse.” 

Her final words are almost too quiet for Lena to hear. She reaches out to take the blonde’s hands into hers, green eyes welling with tears. “Oh Kara, love, I’m so sorry you had to go through such torment. I can’t imagine what that was like. I’m not sure how I would handle seeing you die over and over again. Even the idea of losing you, of seeing you die in a nightmare is too much. I just…” She shudders and shakes the thought from her head before clearing her throat. “I can’t say that something won’t happen some day, Kara. Neither of us have control over that. However, I can promise that I’m not leaving for good. Not if I can help it.”  

She pulls the woman closer and wraps her arms around her again, squeezing her tightly against her chest before pulling away to continue her thoughts. “This trip is something I have to do. There’s no other way for me to learn more about my family, my heritage. Since I apparently have these abilities, I need to learn how to use them properly. The last thing I want to do is hurt someone. Especially you, Kara. You’re vulnerable to magic. I’d never forgive myself if I hurt you. Not again.”

Kara gives a half-smile. Rationally, she understands that Lena needs to spend time at her mother’s cottage to learn how to master her abilities. She does truly get it, but her heart and her soul cannot fathom being away from Lena again. Especially without a return date or a definitive end date. They’ve only just started rebuilding their friendship and she doesn’t want to lose it because of distance. Everything in her body is telling her that she has to keep Lena close. 

Suddenly, it occurs to her that there’s other options. Lex is no longer a threat. He’s banished to the Phantom Zone and can’t do anymore damage. Lillian is dead so she’s not a problem. Most other issues that arise can be handled by the team of superfriends at the Tower and the National City PD. There’s stopping her from going to Ireland with Lena, if she’s amenable to some company. She deserves a vacation just like anyone else, right?

Kara smiles and leans forward to take Lena’s hands in her own. She places their joined hands on her lap. “Would it be too wild and crazy if I wanted to go with you? We could make a vacation out of it? What if we spent the entire month of October in your little cottage in Ireland?” She nervously looks up into her favorite shade of green. “I can help you with your research and we can do it all together. What do you think?”

A bright, dimpled grin spreads across Lena’s face, she can’t think of anything she wants more in this moment than to have Kara by her side for this new chapter of her life. “I think we better start packing for our wild and crazy Irish vacation.”

The evening shifts after that. They put together a plan and talk about how they’re going to tell the team. They still have two more weeks before they officially leave, but both of them are giddy with excitement. They fall asleep next to one another in Kara’s bed that night with a renewed sense of hope for the future.

#supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #supercorp fanfic #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #fanfiction writer #supercorptober2023 #supercorptober

[xxlunadeaxx]

More than one Monarch (DP AU)

(dp hyper fixation go)

So you know the ghost zone, the 'flip side' of the physical world, portals to different dimensions, time, and space. The Infinite Realms basically exist anywhere/anytime in creation. Who says there aren't various rulers in other 'corners' of the Ghost Zone/Infinite Realms. You have beings like Dora and Frostbite who rule 'areas/islands' in the Ghost Zone, why not beings who rule a 'realm' in the Inifinite 'Realms' Look I just want Danny (little baby man, eldritch being, the one everyone adopts) Phantom to meet other "Undead" Rulers. And possibly get adopted/learn from them. Currently, the main one I have is Giratina, another unwilling ruler of the Distortion Realm. Another Eldritch snake being that was banished to the Distortion Realm for being too violent. (Unfair obviously, why can Palkia be Dialga fight and destroy places but when Giratina does it they’re too violent and need to be banished?? this is a joke) So possibly mellowed out after being there for so long but still hates some beings, and is wary of humans.

They could meet before Danny’s coronation while he’s exploring the ghost zone, or after, but in my head they meet before. Danny would show up unintentionally as always (since the fruitloop sent him into a portal with a one-time spell to be “banished” into the Distortion for a 'time out'). And while this place is in the ghost zone, there aren’t any other ghosts around, and this place looks different from the normal ghost zone, until he runs into Giratina. Gira is totally a menace and would battle Danny for entering their domain, but they would be more testing the waters of this being, seeing for his intent. Since the “Distortion” is more closely linked to the “living side”, any damage to that place can affect the other side. So other beings are warned off (vibe checked) by Giratina most of the time. Giratina would be impressed by the sheer gall of the boy willing to fistfight a God and his ability to learn on the fly, which would allow him access to the Distortion Realm with good intentions. Teach him how to fight with more than just his fists, he has a tail, and why limit to just his hands? And how to weave his intangibility into his fighting. Also giving a safe space since all Danny has to do is speak “Giratina” into any reflective surface and a portal to the Distortion Realm will open for him. (Clockwork would definitely appreciate and respect Giratina and vice versa for being willing to mentor the goblin child)

(You tell me that Danny doesn’t have the attitude to realize he’s fighting some eldritch being and still try to punch it anyways.)

#danny phantom #dp au #crossover #mentorship #dp fandom #dp fanfic #adding more later

[joeyclaire]

you know what? fuck this fuck you (banishes you to the phantom zone)

#lego batman movie #chit chats #me when i act like all of tumblr is privy to me and bee’s inside jokes

[thevindicativevordan]

The Phantom Zone

Other than Metropolis, this is the place that should be the most frequent setting for Superman adventures.

An entire dimension full of the worst that Krypton had to offer, but far. far older and more mysterious than even Krypton itself is a setting brimming with storytelling possibilities. Superman even has reason to feel a personal connection to the place, it's the jail his father built, and it puts the sins and shortcomings of Krypton up in his face. Sadly the Zone itself is often left as blank and untouched as it's artistic depictions. A few creators, particularly Steve Gerber, have told stories that made it more than just the place Superman dumps criminals. In Gerber's hands it became a Lovecraftian place, the dreamscape of the god Aethyr with multiple "levels" akin to Dante's depiction of Hell, and that to me is the best approach to the Phantom Zone. A journey to the Zone should be akin to travelling to Hell, fraught with peril and dangerous. Other civilizations, older than Krypton, should have left relics of their passing in the dimension.

My ideal vision for the Zone is that it is full of horrors, monsters banished there because nowhere else could hold them, malfunctioning machines left there to rot that threaten the universe were they to be retrieved, ghost stations that sought to study the Zone and instead only found dark ends, and slumbering gods besides Aethyr that stir in their sleep, disturbed by the intrusions of unfortunates from the material realm.

Something like the Warp from Warhammer 40K fits my vision, a dimension that blurs fantasy, horror, and science fiction all together. The Phantom Zone should have a mystical element to it, the gaping black hole in Superman's world of science fiction. For that reason I think tying Silver Banshee to the Phantom Zone is a brilliant idea. Not only does it provide a connection between her and Superman, explaining why she targets him, but too many of the foes we normally associate with the Zone are evil copycats of Superman powerwise. One concept I love is that the Phantom Zone changes you, your body, your soul, if you stay too long there. Silver Banshee and the Phantom King would be the villains that represent that aspect of it best. Banshee would be the agent of the Phantom Zone in the material world, while Xa-Du is the warlock who manipulates the fabric of the Zone to achieve something resembling necromancy.

Horror and Superman aren't normally two concepts that people think of as being a fit for one another, but the Phantom Zone is where you can tell Superman horror stories, for it's the place full of things that frighten even Superman.

#superman #the phantom zone

[new-revenant]

I think Gentleman Ghost could work well as a recurring villain in a dp x dc fic. 1-he is a ghost, 2-he is a villain, more specifically one of Hawkman’s & Hawkgirl’s villains so that’s cool(fun fact he is also technically considered as one of Gotham’s established supervillains), 3-“Any person of royal lineage is able to attack and banish the Gentleman Ghost to the afterlife”(gentleman ghost’s dc fandom wiki). Look at Ghost King!Danny. That should count.

More on reason 3, this how the heroes(say JL or the Batfam) find out that Phantom is in fact the Ghost King. Like Danny punches him once(not even that hard probably) and GG just collapses into himself and appears in the Ghost Zone or something. I’ll be honest that I only vaugely know what GG is about, so (−＿−；

But yeah, more ghost characters from dc in my dp x dc fics please :)

#^i say as i will only include this guy in two chapter at most in my fic #danny phantom #dp x dc #gentleman ghost #like I only see deadman in the fics which is fine because I like that guy #I have seen secret mentioned a few times by the same blog on here #haven’t seen any fits with her yet :( #yeah this fic will probably never come to be sorry #revenant rambles