#Blob Ghost Danny AU

[dragonsdomain]

Blob Ghost Supreme chapter 1

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Ao3

Sam and Tucker sat in the Fentons' front room waiting for Danny to finally get home from whatever was going on.

Tucker tapped away on his phone.

"Has Danny texted?" Sam asked.

"Nope. Nothing.” Tucker sighed. “What's been keeping him so busy lately?"

Sam rolled her eyes. "Maybe he's off flirting with Paulina or Valerie."

Tucker chuckled. "Yeah right. He wouldn't have the guts for that."

Sam slumped against the couch.

"What if he got kidnapped by a ghost or something?" Tucker asked.

Sam shrugged. "Or he could just be late. Again. It wouldn't be any use worrying over nothing. He's probably just being irresponsible."

Tucker clicked back to his text messages again. Still nothing.

Suddenly a green light zipped into the room, and Sam and Tucker both jumped. The creature froze upon seeing the two of them, and all three just stared at each other for several seconds.

Tucker's jaw was hanging open. "Sam. Sam, that's the blob ghost. The one! The— the one that fights off the other ghosts!"

Sam stared, dumbfounded. "Man. It really is adorable."

The ghost bolted for the staircase down to the basement.

Sam scrambled off of the couch, grabbed their half-empty snack bowl, and dashed after it. "Come on!"

Tucker rushed after her. "What are we doing?!"

"Catching it!" Sam called back.

"Why?!"

"'Cause it's cool! I have questions!" Sam bounded down the staircase just as the tiny ghost zipped through the swirling portal to the Ghost Zone. She cursed, tossed the bowl aside, and grabbed a Fenton Thermos off of a cluttered desk. She then yanked open the door to the Spectre Speeder and hopped into the driver's seat.

"Are we sure we want to be taking the Fentons' flying ghost car without permission?" Tucker asked, even as he climbed into the passenger seat and clipped on his seatbelt (not sponsored).

"Like they could be mad if we came back with the most interesting ghost ever!" Sam started pressing buttons until the Speeder jerked, then whipped toward the portal.

Tucker yelped and slammed his door closed just before the vehicle was enveloped by green light.

...

Did blob ghosts blush? Danny hoped not. He was horribly embarrassed for two reasons, the first being that he'd forgotten about promising to meet up with his friends on the same day as the Ghost King tournament and inadvertently stood them up. The second was that they'd now seen his tiny, pathetic form directly, and Sam had called him adorable to his face.

At least he could be grateful they still didn't know it was him.

Danny floated off through the ghost zone, following the slight tug on his core. He hadn't noticed it until Frostbite mentioned it, but now that he knew to look for it, it felt plain as day. He flew past a shoal of blob ghosts who chirped at him in greeting, and he gave a bubbly growl back at them. He may be a blob ghost, but he didn't want to be associated with all those normal weak ones.

What could he do to let people know how intimidating he was? Could he turn around and fire an ecto-laser from his mouth like a rocket booster? ...No, that'd look stupid. Forget it.

Danny plucked a ghost apple off of a tree he passed and chomped it down with as gruesome of an expression as he could muster. Yes, listen, anyone watching, know that could totally be your head. Wait, that sounded gross. Danny wouldn't eat your head, but so too would your head be crushed! Yeah!

...What was he doing? Trying to intimidate people in his mind? Time to get this over with.

A beam of light flashed just to Danny's right, and he gave a startled, unflattering squeak. He bolted to the side, then swiftly pivoted towards the source of the light.

The Specter Speeder. With... Sam and Tucker inside. Danny grimaced. Great, they were chasing him. This was his karma for ditching them, wasn't it?

Danny picked up his speed, zigzagging away from Sam and Tucker. They pursued, but Danny could turn more quickly than the Speeder could. Danny darted down into a belt of floating islands, weaving between the chunks of land and branches of ghostly trees. A couple more beams from the Fenton Thermos struck obstacles behind him, indicating that Danny hadn't yet left his human friends behind.

Danny pushed his speed even further, zipping out of the belt to the left. A glance back showed him that the Speeder hadn't followed him into the belt. Sam, who was at the wheel, had just been shooting him from outside it. Of course.

Pivoting, Danny rushed straight towards the Speeder. He saw Tucker flinch back, Sam snatching the Thermos from him and pointing it at Danny as he drew close. Danny dodged down again, inhaled (he tried not to think about how his body was inflating like a balloon), and let loose a blast of ice. The ice enveloped the front of the Speeder, even tipping it dangerously upwards. Danny winced for a second, trying to remember if he'd seen his friends wearing seatbelts (not sponsored), then quickly swung around the back of the Speeder and used more ice to clog the Speeder's boosters. That wouldn't last long if it were to be started up again, but it'd at least give Danny enough time to get away.

He swung down, flying quickly off again towards the tug on his core. He had a tournament to get to.

...

The colosseum was deep down in the ghost zone, on a large, flat surface which Danny had first assumed was the dimension's floor (though he would soon enough be informed that it was only a massive slab of stone). Even from a distance, a cloud of ghosts was visible surrounding and churning towards the colosseum, and Danny felt an involuntary bubble of nervousness. It was a tournament for who was going to be the new ghost king. There were probably a lot of contestants.

He shook off his apprehension. That was what he was counting on! Danny was here to prove himself; the more ghosts that saw him do it, and the more powerful the opponents he defeated, the better. He was sick and tired of everyone thinking they could push him around just because he was a blob ghost. Today was the day he'd show them all how wrong they were.

Danny rushed down towards the entrance, shoving through a couple more shoals of blob ghosts and a small crowd of humanoid ghosts all vying for entry. Walker's goons were guarding the entrance, along with an Observant.

Danny tried to slip through the archway, but a ghostly cop barred his way with a rod. He cleared his throat disdainfully, and Danny in turn shot him a murderous glare.

The Observant glanced over towards the two of them and gave a long-suffering sigh. "Let that one in. It's the blob ghost rumored to have fought Pariah."

The cop gaped back at the Observant. "You can't be serious. You actually believe that crazy rumor?"

The Observant flipped absently through some papers. "Do you really want to find out how powerful it is right now?"

The cop scowled, then reluctantly moved his rod. Danny smiled smugly at him as he swept forward into the entrance hallways surrounding the arena.

He floated down the hall, wondering where he was supposed to be. Thankfully, no one else was trying to stop him, but various tough-looking ghosts kept firing dubious glances his way. He heard one whisper to his girlfriend about who had let him in. He scowled. Reflexively he was grateful that at least no one was picking fights with him yet, but then he reminded himself that he wanted to pick fights. If anybody stood up to him, that'd be his chance to show them what was what.

One of Walker's goons spotted him hovering uncertainly in the middle of the hall (oops, he should have made it look like he totally knew what he was doing. Drat). He floated over to him.

"This isn't the entrance for spectators. You're supposed to be on the second floor or higher."

Danny glared, hesitating. How could he communicate to this man how wrong he was? Would he have to talk? Danny tried rolling his eyes and floating on past the man.

"Hey now," the man said, grabbing Danny unceremoniously. Oh, it was on.

Danny unhinged his jaw and swallowed the ghost's hand whole before charging a ghostly laser in his mouth. The cop screamed and frantically shook Danny off.

Danny regained his balance in the air and glared at the man challengingly.

He nursed his hand and glared back. "What's with the attitude?!"

Danny cringed internally. Fine. He had to. "I'm a contestant!" he declared as angrily as he could, but it was no use. His voice was high-pitched and squeaky and adorable. His face felt hot, and he resisted the urge to curl in on himself in shame.

The cop's face dissolved into a smile as he barely contained laughter. Danny fumed. "Ye sure, little guy? I dunno if you want to be involved in something like this. It's the ghost king tournament, you know. The strongest ghosts around'll be competing. You could get hurt."

Danny shook with rage. "'You could get hurt'," he mimicked in a singsong voice, then immediately felt more embarrassed for how childish that sounded. What was he doing? How was he supposed to get this man to take him seriously?

Danny decided he was done messing around. He sped off down the hall to where he found a desk occupied by a bored-looking Observant. There was a stack of application forms in front of him, so Danny yanked one out and faceplanted on it in lieu of a signature. The Observant gave an undignified shriek of surprise as Danny zipped off again.

Firing down the hall like a homing missile helped Danny pretty quickly find where he was probably supposed to be. He found a collection of ghosts gathered in a large room around the back being generally rowdy and hostile, like a bunch of feral cats locked in a room together. Danny flew in through the central archway and asserted his presence by floating there silently, trying to will the ghosts to respect him through force of mind.

Finally the biker ghost he'd beat up once — Jimmy 15? — spotted him in the doorway and smirked. That was not the reaction Danny had been looking for, thank you very much. Danny's glare intensified. 

Jimmy pitched his cigarette at Danny.

Danny shot a fine laser at it, vaporizing it in midair.

Jimmy blinked.

Danny glared harder, and finally Jimmy realized it would be a better idea to look anywhere else in the room than at him.

Danny started slowly moving through the room, trying to exude the same energy as a dark, muscular man with a large gun walking into a bar. It was pretty difficult to do as a sentient water balloon. No, Danny didn't manage it, but he probably got closer than any other sentient water balloon ever had, so good for him, really.

Eventually, after receiving no attention, Danny decided to sit as menacingly as possible in the center of the fireplace mantle. He occupied himself by scanning the room for any more menacing place to sit. Now all he had to do was wait until the pre-round of the ghost king tournament started, and he'd finally be able to show all these people who they were dealing with.

...

"Wow! That was awesome!" Tucker said from the passenger seat of the frozen-over Specter Speeder.

Sam slumped down in her seat. "I can't believe we blew that. We were so close! We almost got him a couple of times!"

Tucker flipped on the heater and defroster. "Eh, would've been anticlimactic if we'd gotten him right away."

Sam gave some wordless grumble and started pressing buttons and flipping switches.

Tucker watched her. "You're just gonna..."

"Yep," Sam responded. "We're getting back out there."

The Speeder suddenly tipped downwards. Sam and Tucker yelped and were only saved from whacking their heads on the dashboard by their seatbelts (not sponsored). Sam slapped back the switch she'd just flipped and the car righted itself. She went right back to pressing buttons.

Tucker gulped and turned the heater up.

Finally something exploded, and Sam and Tucker both screamed, but they were fine. The vehicle had somehow exploded only outwards, expelling shards of ice out into the green atmosphere.  The shards pierced a couple blob ghosts who cried out dramatically, but were completely fine after eating the ice.

Tucker turned off the defroster. "Okay, then."

Sam sat there dazed for a second, then shook herself out of it and said, "Finally! Let's go!" She floored the accelerator, and the Speeder jerked forward with enough force to send Sam and Tucker both slamming back into their seats.

Tucker, eyes watering against the whipping ghost winds, reached forward and pressed the button to roll the windows up.

As soon as the windows were closed and Tucker could hear himself think, he said, "Sam, where are we going?"

She slammed on the breaks. "Oh. Ah." She coughed, then started scanning their surroundings. She perked up. "Hey, there are a lot of ghosts headed in the same direction, aren't there?"

There were. Shoals of blob ghosts were all drifting lazily forward and downwards, close to the same direction the phantom blob had been heading before they lost him. "Huh!"

"Great. Here we go!" Sam slammed on the accelerator again, making Tucker wonder whether she was a bad driver or if the Fentons' vehicles were just wired to start and stop with extreme abruptness.

They powered on, following the trail of ghosts. The flow continued, other ghosts converging in from other directions too, so it seemed that Sam had been right. There was something going on that lots of ghosts were headed towards. Before long, they'd arrived at what seemed to be the destination.

"Woah-ho-ho!" Tucker gasped as the colosseum came into sight. The river of ghosts they'd been following were busy crowding into the audience seats.

A couple of ghost cops sped over to Tucker and Sam as they tried to drive up towards the stadium. "You two are humans, aren't you? What gives you the right to bring in all this debris from the living world?"

Sam and Tucker glanced at each other blankly for a second. Then Tucker gave her a wild grin that hopefully portrayed the correct message of I'm about to try something crazy, play along. Tucker turned back towards the ghost cop. "We're ambassadors, actually, so we have diplomatic license. You don't recognize us?"

The ghost raised his eyebrow. "The humans sent two children as ambassadors."

"Excuse me?" Sam chimed in, drawing herself up to full regal height. "You really don't know who we are, do you? The ghost authorities are really slacking with their training, aren't they? In the past we've at least been able to count on security to have basic information." She rolled her eyes at Tucker, and he shook his head disdainfully.

"What are you talking about? There's never been any kind of truce between the humans and ghosts." The cop's eyes narrowed. "Do I have to escort you off the premises?"

Tucker gulped, but he kept his expression stern. "Look, if you need to confirm our identities, you can check with your boss or other immediate superiors. They'll know what's going on. Now please, we have important responsibilities to attend to. We can't be late for this."

The ghost scrutinized them for a second, then he pointed a finger. "I'll be back. Don't move."

"Make it snappy," Sam said, waving a hand in a shooing motion.

The ghost cop flew off.

Tucker jerked forward. "Okay. Now we've probably got, like, two minutes before that guy comes back with confirmation that we're definitely not supposed to be here. We gotta hide the Speeder, then get in here somehow disguised as ghosts so he doesn't recognize us."

"Good quick thinking back there," Sam said, giving him a grin. "Love rebelling against authorities with the besties."

Tucker chuckled. "To each their own."

Sam pivoted the Speeder and pulled it behind a nearby outcropping of ghost rock.

"Is this really going to fool the ghost police?" Tucker asked dubiously.

Sam put the vehicle in park and pulled off her backpack. "I think our biggest concern should be how we're going to trick them into thinking we're ghosts."

Tucker peered into her backpack. "You don't happen to have a pair of sheets in there, do you?"

Sam snorted, continuing to rifle through the bag. "I was more hoping for something like green makeup. I don't think I brought any though..."

"Aww," Tucker pouted. "So then now what? Do we call it quits?"

"No!" Sam glared at him. "We've come so far already! There's something crazy going on over here! We can't turn back now!"

Tucker put his hands up placatingly. "Sheesh, okay. Then what's our plan B? Or C. Whatever letter we're on by now."

"We'll think of something..." Sam said. She scanned her gaze over the Speeder. Her eyes lighted on the ectoplasmic energy core, and her mouth pulled into a grin.

"Why are you looking at the ectoplasm core, Sam?" Tucker asked, hoping he was misreading the situation.

Sam climbed back to it and popped the glass container out of its socket.

"Sam."

"I mean, if anything's going to convince them we're ghosts..." Sam fiddled with the lid to the tank of ectoplasm.

Tucker scrambled over to her and slapped her hand away. "We're not going to paint ourselves with toxic alien sauce!"

Sam pulled the tank away from him. "I thought we agreed the Fentons aren't right about everything?"

Tucker threw up his hands. "But they're right about some things!"

"There you are!" Came a voice from outside the vehicle, and Sam and Tucker froze.

The same cop ghost from earlier was hovering next to the Speeder, looking rather annoyed. "Why were you trying to sneak off?"

Tucker spluttered. "Oh, we weren't— no, we were just parking the Speeder out of the way! Just getting out of your hair!"

The ghost had no visible hair. He squinted at them, then sighed. "Well, apparently you're welcome at the tournament. The Observants' weird boss says you're the future ghost king's friends or something, so I guess you can come back." He muttered something under his breath about clocks and favoritism, starting to float away.

"Wait, can you give us a lift? We can't fly." Tucker asked, and Sam smacked him in the arm for some reason. He later found out it was because she'd wanted to take advantage of the apparent favoritism to park the Speeder closer so they could have an escape route whenever they wanted. That would've been smart. Oh well.

The ghost sighed long-sufferingly then floated back and pulled them out of the car, floating over back towards the stadium.

"It's good I got the news soon enough. The pre-qualification fights are about to start, and I might've gotten in trouble if I'd kept you out of that."

"What did we say?" Sam said, pulling on a scoff.

"You can drop the act. I know you were lying before," the ghost grumbled.

"Oh." Sam blushed.

The colosseum was in an uproar. The officer deposited Sam and Tucker near the top of the rows of seats, one of the only places where there were empty seats left. Sam and Tucker both had to stand up atop their seats to see past the large excited ghosts in front of them to see what was going on.

Sam tapped the shoulder of a pumpkin-headed ghost in front of them. "Hey!" she had to yell to be heard above the cheering. "Do you know what's going on?"

"It's the ghost king tournament!" the ghost yelled back. "The event of the century! Someone took down Pariah Dark so we're having a tournament to choose the new king of the ghost zone!" He paused, suddenly comprehending. "Are you two humans?"

"We have permission to be here," Tucker chimed in defensively.

"Okay!" the pumpkin ghost yelled back. "Have fun!" He turned back towards the arena and continued cheering.

"Can you see what's going on?" Sam asked Tucker, standing on her tiptoes.

"It looks like ghosts are starting to come out? No, wait--" He cringed. "Let's go to the bottom of the stairs. There won't be seats, but at least we'll be able to see."

Sam grabbed Tucker's hand and pulled him quickly over to the staircase and down to the bottom almost too fast for Tucker to keep from tripping. Cheers bellowed on and off from every side. Enough ghosts struggled to contain their excitement that the air was starting to fill with spirited spectators and guests who continued to arrive long after the seats were filled.

Sam and Tucker managed to squeeze down to the foot of the stairs, gaining a clear view of the arena. They were just in time; only a second later a firework went off and the ghosts in the arena launched into battle.

"Is that Ember?" Tucker asked.

"Kitty!" Sam cried, pointing.

Tucker recoiled as ectoplasm started to spray. "Ooh..." he cringed backwards, holding his stomach.

Sam put a steady arm around his shoulders. "Don't worry about watching. I can give you a recap later." She gasped. "Tucker look! Or-- oh."

Tucker was already looking, whether voluntarily or by reflex. And what he saw was indeed a spectacle. In the center of the arena was the very blob ghost they'd chased into the ghost zone. Well, Tucker could only assume it was the same blob ghost based on its size and the fact that it was suddenly dominating the competition. He started by pinwheeling a laser in an arc that sent each of his competitors launching backwards to strike against the stone and barred walls of the arena. He then swept a beam of ice in a circle, freezing the greater part of his competitors solidly against the walls.

"Wow," Tucker breathed. "Maybe it's not such a good idea to mess around with that ghost..."

"Mm, or all the more reason to do so?" Sam suggested.

Tucker shivered. "I think we got lucky."

A small handful of ghosts had managed to dodge the attack upwards, and one or two large ones broke out of the ice through brute force. The phantom blob rocketed towards a dragon, causing it to double over in pain. The blob bit its tail and somehow lifted it up, into the air, then spun in a circle again to gain enough momentum to launch it upwards towards the ghosts that'd escaped his ice. The dragon slammed into them all, taking another group of ghosts out of the arena.

Tucker gestured towards the display, giving Sam a pointed look.

Sam squirmed. "Yeah, okay, maybe more preparation would've been better."

Out of the ice burst a tornado creature, shaking loose a genie-looking ghost next to him, who took one look at the floating sphere of terror in the arena's center and bailed out on her own. The tornado fired a pair of lightning bolts at the phantom blob, who summoned a ghost shield that blocked it easily.

"How many powers does it have?" Tucker whispered. He really hoped things didn't get bloody again. The blood being green and glowy didn’t really help. He wasn't sure he'd be able to tear his gaze away a second time.

The blob aimed an ectoblast at the tornado creature's head, which it blocked with an armored hand. Next, the blob started splitting into multiple versions of itself and firing at the tornado from multiple directions, which quickly caused it to shrink into a sizzling heap on the ground.

Ghosts to Sam and Tucker's left and right started to murmur in awe. And Tucker found himself feeling the same.

The last foe left was a mass of thorny vines cowering on the ground of the arena. The blob quickly subdued it with several ferocious beams of ice followed with slams of ectoblasts that left it shattered and thoroughly pruned.

The colosseum held its breath. The phantom blob coalesced into one again, then slowly scanned the arena around it, almost seeming to dare any ghost who was left to challenge him.

No one came forward.

A tall ghost seated in a booth near the top of the arena stood up. The audience remained hushed as the being's singular eye, which floated in place of a head, gazed down upon the arena.

It spoke. "We have our first ghost who has won the right to compete in the Ghost King Tournament! The Phantom!"

The audience erupted into an excited, confused, and enraged roar.

Chapter 2

#my fanfics #Blob Ghost Supreme #Danny Phantom #AU #Blob Ghost Danny AU #crack #tw violence #ectoimplosion2023 #no one knows AU #Sam Manson #Tucker Foley

[britcision]

Another “Danny works at a mortuary” but because he’s also the strongest source of ectoplasm in insert-city-of-your-choice he is constantly surrounded by blob ghosts that no one else can see

And occasionally they try to “help” him at work, moving tools around, trying to clean the pumps, just generally being well intentioned poltergeists who are very much not actually helping

Once in a while a group of particularly naughty blobs will hop into one of the bodies Danny’s preparing (it takes 6-8 blobs to make it move properly, since they need at least the knees, waist, shoulders, and head controlled separately)

Danny then has to chase the corpse down and very carefully suction the blobs out and try and get it back before anyone notices…

But he’s not always at work

And the blobs keep chewing through the corners of his ghost wards like naughty little goats

One of the heroes gets wind of suspicious body snatching activity at the mortuary (and possibly magic cult stuff if we’re playing with Shazam) and begins to investigate

The only rule is if we’re doing Gotham and bats Danny is accidentally sent a Talon at LEAST once and Scooby Doo shenanigans ensue while he chases the Talon around and tries to slurp the blob ghosts out, while the blob ghosts chase Danny to see what he’s doing

He’s doing his very best to just do his job and be a good mortuary assistant, and all his work colleagues/classmates from the program make so many jokes about living a horror movie

Danny WISHES he was just living a horror movie, but his permanent soundtrack is just the Benny Hill theme and there’s nothing he can do about it

(Maybe he’s shooting for mortician to help baby ghosts stabilise in a city less saturated than Amity, maybe he’s passing on messages for the dead, maybe it’s a psychopomp thing but he’s really trying not to get busted by the Justice League for body snatching that he isn’t even doing)

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #mortician danny au #but the blob ghosts are having the best time #they’re just happy little friends with about the intelligence of a sponge cake #and they’re having a lovely time

[radiance1]

Over the course of a month, Bruce Wayne has been followed by these little green creatures relentlessly.

The man himself didn't even know why these little... blobs, started following him, according to him, one just showed up one day, left a few days later, and came back with more.

The batkids have obviously made multiple jokes about how his adoption powers extend to even non-human entities.

(Jarro the Starro is a hard example.

Unluckily for Bruce , they seem to follow him while he's out on the prowl as Batman, luckily for Bruce however, no one seems to figure connect the dots of Bruce Wayne and Batman being the same person.

(Unknownst to him, the batkids edited the theory of Batman being Bruce's sugar baby to include the Blobs and calling them their unadopted kids and calling Batman the mother)

More and more just seem to... pop up, really. It wasn't a problem, the manor had more than enough space for them, and they were completely and utterly harmless really.

It wasn't a problem.

Until, at the end of the month, with the entire Wayne family in attendance at a gala plus their new unofficial yet official siblings.

Something happened.

A bunch of blob ghosts popped up through the room's floor, and that wouldn't be a problem.

If it weren't for a voice following after.

"Yes, yes. I'm still following, don't worry."

Which was immediately followed by a large, and they mean large, tendrils of green goo (that looks similar to the Blobs) raising from the floor.

The entire Batfam was instantly on alert. The rest of the Gala attendees watching on in both curiosity and some fear.

It kept raising, and raising, and raising. Until the tendrils fused into a mass of goo that morphed into a god damn dragon.

A dragon who was holding its face on top of its claw, while Bruce Wayne was pushed forwards by the multitude of Blob towards it.

It looked down at him, seemingly bemused and eyes holding a hint of recognition, as if he was vaguely familiar.

"So, you are the one so favored by my subjects, it seems?" The dragon leaned down, still staring down at Bruce. "Well, you do seem to hold some features of my own father, so I suppose they could be a reason why."

The dragon sniffed, before blinking in reply.

"Oh, you stink of death."

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #Goo dragon danny #King of the Blob Ghosts au #He is NOT the Ghost King #Or the Ghost Prince. #He is a king though #Off the Blob ghosts :3

[petite-phthora]

Dp x Dc prompt #6

Verda the blob ghost was just casually floating around, enjoying exploring the different cities.

While they’re quite old in ghost terms, Verda has never really gone to the human world before.

So, they got curious and one thing led to another and now they’re here. Floating around from place to place, exploring.

Everything here is so different here from the ghost zone and—

Oh!

Verda stopped dead in their tracks when they feel a call for help coming form another core.

And not just any other ghost core. No, it’s a baby core calling for help!

Well of course Verda has to go check it out and help the poor distressed thing.

And if they end up becoming the new ghostly parent to a recently formed baby ghost?

Well, Verda believes that they’ll be perfectly fine taking care of their new child.

---

Jason doesn’t know what the hell is going on.

All he knows is that he got in a though spot in a fight without back-up and then a glowing green floating blob thing showed up that has refused to leave since.

It somehow got him out of the fight safely and now it keeps following him around. No matter what he tries, he can’t get rid of it.

He even tried shooting it, only for it to happily eat the bullets!

He glances at the blob.

Well… the little guy does look quite cute…

It seems to notice he’s looking and, while it’s hard to read its body language or facial expression, he gets a distinct feeling of happiness-calm-reassuring from it that leaves him slightly rattled.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #i grabbed the jason is a baby ghost and older ghosts can adopt baby ghosts aus and mashed them together #usually i see something about danny ghost adopting jason as ghost parent #or jason normally adopting a de-aged danny #but i thought nah jason gets a little blob ghost as his new parent #congrats jason! youre adopted! again! #and yes i was very uncreative with the blobs name #I couldn’t think of anything so i went with green in Esperanto #so the blobs name can be changed to anything #just didnt wanna leave them nameless in the prompt :p #the blob ghost is very protective of their new child #and also very proud of them #cheering for jason at the sidelines of every fight #in the first meeting the blob saved jason by just- eating the guys he was fighting with #what happened to them??? dont worry about that jason #worry abt your new ghostly parent

[dxrksong]

Just a funny what if

The classic batfam being used to summon the ghost king scenario. Danny claws his way out of the circle and tries to intimidate everyone

Danny: WHO DARES-JOHNNY13?! Is THIS Where you've been this whole time?!

Jason: unfortunately.

Danny: wait, are you alive?!

Jason: unfortunately.

Danny: is that your family???

Jason: UNFORTUNATELY

[Later]

Jason: kid, wait up!

Danny: ?? What's up?

Jason: take me with you, PLEASE! I can't deal with their constant drama!!

Danny: John-JASON, I really don't think That's a good idea! With your family being overprotective as it is, your.....weird biology of being essentially a halfa ZOMBIE. I'm honestly concerned about what would happen if you went back into the zone.

Jason: kid please! There's hardly any ambient ectoplasm here that ISN'T tainted to high hell! Look, you can get a doctor or something if it'll make you feel better but I REALLY need to go back!!!!

Danny: *sighs* fine fine! I'll get frostbite. Just wait here for a little bit!

Jason: YES!!! THANK YOU KID!!! YOURE A LIFESAVER!!!!

Danny: uh huh, just don't die again. Oh, and btw, you might wanna start running now.

Jason: huh? Why?

The batfam, misunderstanding that entire conversation and gearing up to smother and protect Jason at all cost:

The Bike who drove itself home the moment Danny appeared because it knew Jason was gonna be fine:

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Frostbite isn't one for swearing

For one he's more than often surrounded by younglings and the other is to maintain the image of his tribe. For if he were to start swearing like a sailor, the rest of the yeti tribe will be sure to follow. And of course it'd be nearly impossible to reverse such a thing.

So when he met with the great one's distressed friend, all he could do was freeze as he desperately tried to pick his words VERY carefully.

What....

What the FUCK was he LOOKING at?!

This.....this poor thing is SERIOUSLY ILL!!

Oh-wait! The great one was saying something, he completely tuned him out!

FB: Great one, we MUST get him to the infirmary IMMEDIATELY!!

Danny: huh? Why? Is it really that bad- *Frostbite grabs Jason and runs back into the zone* -and wow he didn't even wait, this must be serious.

------

Frostbite......has no words.....

This......shouldn't be possible....

And yet for some reason it is....

FB: You have a parasite.

Jason: huh?? Like a virus?

FB: yes.....Which shouldn't be possible.

Jason: what?? How? I'm technically alive right?

FB: yes, but that's not why. It's the parasite itself, that's the impossibility!

Danny: what do you mean?

FB: it appears the parasite is mimicking a central nervous and vein system out of ectoplasm not unlike what the Great one has, hence your reserection.

Jason: and that means???

FB: it essentially means you have a second core! But it appears unfinished. Though I am curious as to WHY it's using itself so diligently to keep you alive...

Danny: so what were to happen if we were to remove it?

Jason: ?!?!?!

FB: he would have to be put in an intensive care treatment immediately as the shock would no doubt threaten to stop his heart or rupture his core.

Jason, trying to keep himself calm: so there's no way to fix this?

FB: on the contrary, it appears your body might be trying to absorb it. Or more specifically the corrupted ectoplasm that came with it.

Jason: ok?! And??!

FB: well if we get rid of the corrupted ectoplasm, the parasite SHOULD be weakened enough to the point we can just take it out, simple as that.....in theory.

Jason growled, green coating his vision. Before getting a small electric shock in the neck

Jason: OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!

FB: it appears the parasite reacts to your emotions. If you get angry, it boosts your strength. Although unfortunately it seems to elevate your emotions as well, which seems to only confuse the parasite more till the threat is neutralized or out of sight.

Jason: so, what? It's sentient??

FB: it appears so, however it doesn't look to be very smart. Only reacting to emotions and the stress levels in your system. Kind of like a blob ghost with it's herd now that I think about it.

Jason: .......ARE YOU SAYING I'M BEING POSESSED BY A FUCKING BLOB GHOST?!?!?!

Danny:

Jason:

FB:

FB: well I'm NOT not saying that-

Danny had to drag Jason back home before he injured frostbite.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #jason todd #red hood 13 #halfa jason #dc x dp #johnny 13 #dc red hood #dc x dp au #dc x dp crossover #dc batman #dp x dc prompt #dp #jason 13 #blob ghosts

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Blob Ghosts Adventures

okay crack idea!

y'all know those little transparent marble sized orbs that when you put them in water just grow?

What are they called orbeez?

Anyway!

Onto my idea

Blob ghosts have the same reaction, in the Infinity realms they're fine won't grow much but outside the realm?

Ohohoha! They don't have a true limit!

On an unrelated note Ra's seems to have an infestation that only continue to multiply in quantity and physical size.

Well at least they seem to enjoy his pit waters.

~

Just imagine a huge blob ghost relaxing inside one of the pits like they're on vacation with a sunhat and shades surrounded by other blob ghosts of varying sizes all the while Ra's is in the background looking tiny in comparison

~

Just an Idea

#dpxdc #dp x dc #blob ghost pit takeover au #danny phantom #dc x dp #batman #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp crossover #dcxdp #c: ra's al ghul

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 232

Once more thinkin of These Series of AU/Prompts, where the Class pulls a Tiamat. Becomes Giant Hydra Dragon. But with some inspiration from @radiance1's Blob King AUs. Specifically also the dragon ones.

Now, the nine of them are admittedly far older than they once were. Far older than most of the people outside the cage they were tricked into all those years before, exhaustion seeping into their bones as their ectoplasm was siphoned away.

Yet no matter how much the GIW drains away- if they're even called as such anymore- they never run out. If anything, at least from what they've noticed, unable to do much of anything else in this pit, this tank of green and red, they seem to be making more.

Their recollection of being separate, of having separate bodies have long since slipped away in exchange for keeping memories of their families and friends long gone now. Perhaps they're in the zone, as ghosts, but perhaps not.

Days feel like both seconds and years, words falling away as their Core hums as one. Sometimes a Blob ghost manages to find its way inside- the trap designed not to stop things from getting in, but to prevent them from leaving.

They always disappear whenever the ecto is taken away, not having enough to continue holding on to a physical form. But... the blobs don't stay gone. Their own ecto brings them back, tiny forms almost mimicking their own.

It's something to distract them, something to actually do besides growl at the figures beyond the barriers around them. The blobs don't speak, don't make more than squeaks, but it's something. Almost like dozens of toddlers floating around, becoming more and more draconic in shape with every siphon.

Do their captors realize, they wonder, how they've made them all stronger than they were even before? Do they realize what they've done, creating this loop of ever-growing power?

No, Star giggled, pink and gold scales shimmering as she bobbed her head in amusement, Paulina's darker purples following.

They don't know, Wes agreed, dark amusement echoed by both Sam and Dash, fangs flashing amidst the liquid. The trap would not be able to contain them for much longer, they all knew. They could feel it, how the siphon stuttered with every run.

It wouldn't be long now. They had waited three hundred years for the chance to escape- they could wait for a few days more.

...

Though they won't complain about an early prison break if those alarms are anything to go by.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #the class pulls a tiamat #blob ghosts are dragons au #It's not the league who has broken into the lab and I almost feel bad for the villains who opened the blast doors #Reminder of who is part of the hydra: Danny Sam Tucker Wes Dash Paulina Kwan Valerie & Star #I am tempted for the hydra to give off scp 682 / undead vibes when they first burst free from the now cracked open doors #Like it gives off the vibe of These Doors Being Closed For A REASON #There's also the fact that the hydra was said to guard an entrance to the afterlife and I'm not NOT saying there's parallels with the porta #I'm also not saying the ennead wouldn't eat a GIW person or three on the way out #And while a rogue or several might have opened the door something That Big isn't going to go unnoticed #Especially if it's bursting out of the ground or out of a mountain #Morally gray ennead because they've lost everything save for their lil blobs & aren't afraid of taking a little retribution #go wild

[vladdyissues]

What if Vlad capture tiny ghosts and use them as ingredients in ghost flavored cheese. If a ghost fails to do their part, they get turn into cheese in an instance. And he would threaten them with cheese puns. "Skulker. If you fail to capture the boy, you're gouda be sorry." "Danny, cheese wisely." "Oh, this could be the start of a brie-utiful relationship."

This is a grate idea, anon. I couldn't have done cheddar myself 😆

#asks #danny phantom #vlad masters #ghost cheese au #phanart #blob ghosts #hjbenderart #the cheese puns alone are 💯💯💯

[tourettesdog]

Ectoberhaunt 2022 Days 11, 19: “Drown”, “One and One Hundred”

*screams softly* 

#ectoberhaunt22 #day 11 #day 19 #EH chaos #EH order #drown #one #one hundred #danny phantom #dp art #phanart #dogart #selkies #mermaids #mers #eyes #THOSE LITTLE BLOB GHOST FISH EEL THINGS TOOK SO LONG #I'm very happy with how they came out but #holy hell lmao #also this isn't based off of a specific story or au it's just vibes #mer or selkie take your pick #danny fenton #scars #also there is definitely more than 100 of those little dudes but just ignore that

[ovytia-art]

Sleepy moth Danny inspired by @seaglass-skies’ bug AU

#dp #danny phantom #blob ghosts #ghosts #digital art #my art #fanart #artist on tumblr #moth #drawing #art #ovytia.art #dp au #dp fanart #metamorphosis au #.5k #1k #1.5k

[justaphantomhuman]

Two of a Kind (Super & Fun Spooky AU)

THIS ISN'T SHIPPING THEM TOGETHER

THINK MORE STEVEN UNIVERSE TRYING TO FUSE TOGETHER AGAIN

BUT FAILING

#justafriendlyhuman #danny phantom #justaphantomhuman #anime #blob ghosts #danny fenton #digital art #danny #dp #fenton #super danny #fun danny #heroic amusement #not ship art #got the name from someone on the ei discord!! #thank you <3 #redesign #Super and Fun Spooky AU #oreo cookie

[dragonsdomain]

Blob Ghost Supreme chapter 2

AO3

Chapter 1

Danny's first victory was not met with the unadulterated praise for which he'd hoped. He heard terms ranging from "Cheater!" to things he wouldn't be able to repeat over the dinner table flung towards him like javelins, along with empty snack packages he had to dodge. The screams of the audience carried a whole range of emotions, the kind of sound that might herald a riot. Would it make things better or worse if Danny tried to step in and get them to settle down? No, Walker's minions were already on that.

Danny glared defiantly at the audience, then headed out of the arena. This was the beginning. So they didn't believe a blob ghost could win that fight fair and square? So they were enraged by the very idea of it? He'd show them. He'd make them believe he was the real deal, that he deserved their respect. If winning this whole tournament was what it took to make that happen, so be it. He would do it.

...

Sam and Tucker had to grab hold of each other to make sure neither got swept away by the increasingly riotous crowd after the battle ended. The ghost cops all jumped into action and soon enough were able to calm the crowd into a tamer simmering discontent.

Muttering continued between audience members as they finally started to settle back into their seats.

Tucker grabbed the shoulder of a Day of the Dead skeleton to his right. "Hey excuse me, what was that? What just happened?"

"I don't know!" She exclaimed. "A blob ghost, just taking out so many ghosts like that? It shouldn't be possible! Did it cheat? Did it bribe all those ghosts somehow? What does it want? We can't let a cheater get away with becoming the ghost king! We—"

"Wait!" Tucker waved his hands to grab her attention. "I just mean like, what are the rules of this tournament? How does this work?"

The woman sagged, scowling at Tucker. "If you care so little about this tournament, why are you even here?" she sighed. "It's the Ghost King Tournament. It'll have three rounds of one on one battles between eight contestants, and the final winner will be the new ghost king." She pointed down at the arena, where the ghost cops were now working on freeing the defeated contestants from ice. "That was a preliminary round. There'll be eight, with contestants randomly divided between them, and the last ghost standing at the end of each preliminary round will be one of the eight contestants."

Tucker nodded. "Okay. Thank you. That helps a lot."

The woman stood, dusting herself off. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go discuss this with someone who actually cares how it turns out."

Tucker turned back to Sam as the other ghost turned away, finding her having some debate about ghost races with a dangerous-looking ghost to her left. Tucker pulled her away from him. "Sam, can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Oh. Yeah. Sure." Sam looked like she was about to fire some final word at the large ghost behind her, but Tucker yanked her away into the crowd before she could.

Tucker grabbed her face in his hands. "Sam, that blob ghost Phantom is really powerful."

Sam's eyes narrowed. "We're not leaving."

"What do you mean?" Tucker glared at her. "What are we even doing here then? Putting our lives in danger for curiosity's sake?"

Sam grabbed his shoulders, holding him away from her. "Look, we may not be sure exactly what's important about what's going on, but this tournament is a huge deal. Seeing it could be a once-in-a-lifetime experience."

Tucker started to respond, but Sam interrupted him. "Plus, how much danger can our lives be in if we've somehow been sponsored by the Observant boss or whatever it was that police officer ghost said?"

Tucker frowned. "What was that about, anyway? Why would some important ghost want us here?"

Sam let go of Tucker and started tapping her chin. "I think the ghost mentioned that it was because we're the future ghost king's friends. But we don't have any ghost friends. Do you think it's some kind of mix-up? Did we actually fool them?"

Tucker shrugged. "Yeah. I don't know. It's weird." He straightened. "If we're not the right people, then... what'll happen when they find out the truth?"

Sam cringed. "So we might be in a little danger. Okay. Still, it's not like we'll ever get another chance like this."

Tucker curled in on himself. "I don't know. I don't like it. I feel like we're getting in way over our heads, Sam. We're supposed to be having a hangout with Danny right now! What are we going to tell him when we get back if he's been there waiting for us now?"

Sam pulled out her phone. "Do we have service—? No. Yeah, um. Okay. How about we compromise. If things start going south, if somebody tries to hurt us, we leave. Okay?"

Tucker rolled the idea around in his head. "Okay. Fine. I mean, yeah, I'm curious too." He shuffled awkwardly. "Do we have to watch all the prequalifying fights though?"

Sam smiled in relief. "No, we can probably find some hallway to hang out in 'til the one-on-one fights start. Thanks, man."

Tucker smiled wryly. "I'm the one who gets to call if things are getting too dangerous, 'kay?"

Sam rolled her eyes. "Fine."

The two of them walked up towards the top of the audience seating, looking for an exit to somewhere else. The next pre-round was about to start, and it'd be better to get out of the way before things got exciting again.

Tucker worried there wouldn't be anywhere to go since most ghosts got around by flying, but thankfully they were able to find an exit to some hallways that could easily be reached by foot. Was this place based off of a human colosseum? Or was it originally built by humans? It'd be pretty interesting if the places in the ghost zone were the ghosts of places from the real world too.

The hallways weren't completely quiet and still had a fair number of ghosts milling about, but it was significantly more peaceful back here than out in the audience.

Sam and Tucker started strolling aimlessly down the hall.

"You know," Sam said, "If you don't want to be here, I could drop you off back at the Fentons' with the Speeder. You don't have to be here with me."

Tucker snorted. "Yeah, right. I'm not leaving you here in some deep part of the ghost zone all alone."

Sam smirked. "I guess it is kind of nice having you here too."

They found a bench and sat down. "Too bad Danny's not here," Tucker said.

Sam leaned back, stretching her arms above her head. "His fault for being so late," Sam said. "Plus, he hasn't been that interested in ghost stuff anyway. Any time I try to talk about that blob ghost—Phantom—he's always changing the subject."

Tucker frowned, thinking.

Sam glanced at him. "What?"

"Why is it always us who see Phantom? It's not like it’s rare for the little guy to show up, but Danny's never been there when he does."

Sam tilted her head. "Well, huh." She frowned down at the floor. "Is he avoiding Phantom on purpose?"

"But how would he know when Phantom was gonna show up?" Tucker asked.

"I mean, whenever a ghost shows up for it to fight? I have noticed Danny taking bathroom breaks often when that happens." Sam tapped her fingers.

Tucker stared down at his shoes. "Correct me if I'm wrong. But didn't Danny always leave before the ghost would show up?"

"Oh." Sam nodded. "I mean, that makes sense. I was trying to remember why teachers would let him leave if a ghost was there. Makes more sense if he'd left before."

"Weird," Tucker said, folding his arms.

A flash of green zipped by at eye-level.

Tucker and Sam launched up from their seats. "Phantom!" Sam cried, dashing after him, and Tucker followed quickly after.

Phantom was far faster than the two humans were on foot, even when he was having to slow down to take turns in the narrow hallway. Soon enough they'd lost sight of the blob ghost, but kept tracing his path by asking nearby ghosts which way they'd seen him go.

Eventually they wandered their way down to a basement story, where there was some kind of ghost gym (it looked pretty similar to a human gym except that some things were floating). Phantom was visible repeatedly tackling a sandbag with enough force to send it swinging wildly, and the ghosts near him kept giving him nervous glances.

Sam strode up to the blob ghost and said, "Hey, Phantom!"

"AH!" the blob ghost jolted to a halt with an adorably high-pitched shriek.

Yeah, okay, Tucker was no longer scared. He walked up to the ghost and stood next to Sam.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," Sam said with alarming respect towards a tiny creature with such an adorable voice.

Tucker coughed, trying to regain his composure.

Phantom muttered something about how he wasn't startled, and was Tucker imagining things or was his face a darker shade of green? Anyhow, "Well, what is it?" Phantom asked.

Sam drew herself up and cleared her throat with a level of professionalism that made Tucker wonder what was about to come out of her mouth. "As the ambassadors from the humans to this auspicious occasion, we'd like to ask you a few questions about you and this event."

Phantom scoffed. "You two are ambassadors? From what government? No one sends ambassadors to the ghost zone!"

Tucker glared at Sam with the intensity it'd take to telepathically call her an idiot for thinking that would work again.

"Uh," Sam continued. "Well, from America. We're the kids of the president!"

How far are you going to push this? Tucker telepathically glared.

Sam glanced at him and finally noticed his glaring and gave him a telepathic I dunno, man.

Phantom dipped down low in a mock bow. "Oh, my apologies, Princess Samantha." He froze.

"How'd you know her name?" Tucker asked.

"I- uh- I heard it? From someone? Didn't you mention it?"

"No?" Tucker said in bafflement.

"Uh, well, I think my fight is about to start!" Phantom gave a laugh that sounded very fake and anxious. "BYE." The blob rocketed out of the room.

There was an awkward silence in the gym as the other ghosts stared after Phantom. "I don't think they're even done with the pre-rounds yet," one of them muttered.

After a minute, the ghosts started going back to their exercising. Sam and Tucker looked at each other. "Is it just me," Sam began, "or did Phantom know a lot about the human world?"

Tucker frowned at the floor. "Maybe he died recently? And how did he know your name? Do we know him?"

Sam inhaled. "Something felt familiar about the way he talked. I can't put my finger on it."

Tucker shrugged. "He hurried away pretty quickly. Seems like even if we did know him, he doesn't want to talk to us."

Sam folded her arms. "Or he doesn't want us to find out."

...

If Danny was lucky, Sam and Tucker would write off that interaction as just weird and awkward and forget all about it. And then they wouldn't bother him anymore, and they'd never have to find out that he had secretly passed halfway into the afterlife in the most embarrassing way possible.

Danny was not lucky very often.

Still, he was trying to put it out of his mind. He had to be focused when it came time for his first battle. It would stink if he lost in the first round.

"Welcome to the first round of the Ghost King Tournament! Behold our first two contestants: Phantom the Blob and Skulker the Hunter!"

Both contestants entered the ring, and Danny saw who he was fighting. Was that a mech? His opponent looked like a robot. Maybe he was operating it through possession.

Skulker gave a condescending smirk. "I usually don't waste my time with common prey, but I'll make an exception this once." He lifted his arms, which unfolded into a gun. "Make this interesting for me, whelp."

Danny dodged away from the blast, hissing. "Since when are we allowed to use outside tools in this fight?!"

Skulker glared. "This mech is as much a part of me as any other ghost's power." He raised his arm cannon for another shot.

Danny dodged easily again, but the shots looked powerful enough that he didn't fancy getting hit by one. He should make this quick.

Danny tapped into his second core, pulling forth the power of space. He opened his mouth, letting loose a miniature black hole.

Crowd members shouted as they started being pulled towards the battle. Danny's eyes widened. Oops. He hadn't thought about that. With some focus, Danny managed to create a shield around the arena, stopping the force being exerted on the crowd and eliciting some relieved breaths.

Skulker, though, was still struggling against Danny's hole's gravity. Danny floated lazily beside it, waiting for it to do its work. Starting to look panicked, Skulker fired another blast at Danny but it curved into the black hole harmlessly. Skulker gave a cry of dismay as his arm gun broke loose and was consumed by the black hole. Danny smiled smugly.

"What are you?!" Skulker huffed as he pressed himself up against the wall.

Danny sneered. "I'm a ghost, just like you!"

Skulker looked terrified. "Blob ghosts can't do things like this."

"I can," Danny answered darkly.

The black hole grew in size, and Skulker's armor started ripping away piece by piece. He shrieked, trying to hold onto his breastplate, but it flew out of his grip. Skulker finally gave a last ditch effort to lunge at Danny with a set of blades, but Danny dodged easily and started firing his own ecto-shots to slice off whatever weapons he could see.

After another second, Skulker's entire silhouette seemed to break apart and fly towards the black hole. Danny yelled, zipped over and consumed the black hole before it could destroy the ghost.

He hovered there panting.

That. Had been too close.

Skulker's robotic limbs lay scattered across the arena. Danny was suddenly aware of how quiet the audience was.

He floated forward in dread. Nothing was moving.

"...Skulker?" Danny pleaded, drawing close to the disembodied head.

It broke open, and Danny screamed.

"Hey! Shut up! You won, okay?"

Danny froze.

Inside the opened robotic helmet was... another blob ghost. Kind of skinnier than Danny, with shrimpy little limbs. He sat up and glared. "I hope you're happy."

The audience burst into murmurings. Danny heard snippets again of what they were saying, accusations of cheating again, of collaboration, miscellaneous trash talk about blob ghosts.

Danny floated away from the blob ghost that was apparently the real Skulker. He hadn't killed him. That was good. Still, he'd probably need to be more careful with his powers in the next battles.

...

"Another blob ghost! Of course. Finally, something that makes sense. Of course a blob ghost could beat a blob ghost."

The ghost beside Tucker started laughing rather hysterically as pandemonium continued in the audience around them.

Tucker turned to Sam. "Did you see that?"

"You're gonna have to be a little more specific, Tuck," Sam responded.

"At the end there, after Phantom got rid of the black hole," Tucker said. "It looked like he was breathing. Panting."

Sam gasped. "You're right. And the black hole? Space powers?"

"Who's one of the people we know who's most likely to accidentally call you by your name? Your nickname?" Tucker said, feeling thoughts piece together in his mind.

He and Sam stood up as one and bolted out into the hall.

"What does it mean? It doesn't make sense!" Tucker called after Sam.

"I don't know! But we're going to get answers." Sam shot back over her shoulder as they ran.

The two of them pounded down a staircase, dashing down the hall and past a couple security guards. They yelled after them but were ignored by Sam and consequently by Tucker.

They reached their destination: the door where Phantom would come out after the battle. There he was, just about to head off down the hall.

"Phantom!" Sam called at the same time as Tucker yelled "Danny!" All three of them froze.

Tucker gulped. "I, uh. Wasn't planning to call you that."

Phantom swooped closer and bit Sam and Tucker's backpacks to drag them hurriedly into an empty side room.

He pushed them in and wrenched the door closed.

"You can't be yelling weird stuff in the halls at me," Phantom snapped in a voice that Tucker was now distinctly aware sounded almost exactly like Danny on helium. "I don't know who this Danny is, I don't know anything about him. What do you two want?"

Sam started spouting out their handfuls of evidence at the blob ghost's annoyed face, but Tucker started to tune her out as his mind whirled. This ghost was acting exactly how Danny would if he was annoyed, or even more like if he was pretending to be annoyed but was really trying to hide something.

"...Did you come from him?" Tucker said softly, almost not even aloud. "Were you born when Danny had that accident with the ghost portal?"

Phantom froze, looking at Tucker in alarm.

"Or... no, you were breathing back there, like a living human. Wait, and why-- you--" The pieces snapped into place. "You are Danny."

Phantom started to pull back, eyes wide and scared.

"Tuck?" Sam spoke softly.

"That's why you didn't show up this morning," Tucker breathed, piercing the ghost with his gaze. "Because you had the tournament to go to. It's why you've kept leaving class before ghosts show up and why you're late for things and busy so often these days. Because you're Danny. You're Phantom."

It all made sense in Tucker's head, but spoken the ideas sounded almost ridiculous. Almost, because Phantom looked far too alarmed. Like Tucker was right.

Sam gave a weak laugh, glancing searchingly between Phantom—Danny and Tucker. "What?" she asked.

Danny shrank down towards the corner. "I... I didn't... not like this..."

"What?" Sam asked desperately. "He's right? You-- Danny?"

Danny curled down further.

That was all the answer Sam needed. "What happened to you?"

Danny couldn't look at them. "The ghost portal half killed me. So I'm part my human me, and part... this."

Why didn't you tell us? Tucker wanted to ask, but he knew the answer. "And you were too embarrassed to tell anyone."

Danny nodded. "Nobody respects my ghost form. I wanted to use this tournament to prove to everyone that I'm not just some tiny cute ghost."

"Can we go back to the part where you're dead," Sam said dazedly.

Tucker ignored her. "So were you gonna tell us about this after winning?"

Danny tilted thoughtfully. "I dunno. Maybe."

Sam blinked. "I mean. Do you really need to do all this? I mean everybody already knows that you're crazy powerful, even if you're also kind of ado—" Tucker smacked her.

"For the record, this doesn't change how we see you, man. You don't have to win some crazy tournament for us to know you're cool." Tucker put out a fist for a fist bump before awkwardly remembering that Danny currently was a blob and had no fists.

However, Danny hovered up off the floor and gave a little smile before headbutting Tucker's fist. Tucker couldn't stop a little laugh from escaping. He was so squishy!

And adorable.

But he would die before saying that out loud again.

Chapter 3

#my fanfics #Blob Ghost Supreme #Danny Phantom #Blob Ghost Danny au #crack #tw violence #ectoimplosion2023 #no one knows au #Sam manson #Tucker Foley

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

(continuation of the continuation for the reaper of heroes au/writing prompt #3)

I said I was done with this writing prompt, didn't I? I lied. Brain won't let go.

← previous

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Healing Jason is slow going. Whatever was used to bind his soul back to his body with the chains already snapped and corroded was some really nasty stuff. Phantom worked tirelessly with the yetis of the Far Frozen to extract it from his underdeveloped core without causing his soul to separate again. It was excruciatingly painful for the man to go through but Phantom held onto his hand through the worst of it, even though Jason was too delirious to fully appreciate it.

In the end, the lazarus water was flushed out of his system and stored in a jar for later observations. Jason slept for many days afterwards as the yetis supplied his underdeveloped core with the nutrients it needed to finish forming. Phantom patiently waited by his side for as long as he was allowed in between his kingly/reaper duties.

Needless to say, it was quite a shock to Jason when he woke up to a strange white haired main sleeping silently in the chair next to his bed and the yeti dressed in a doctor's coat fixing a new bag of what looked to him was gently glowing lazarus water to his IV stand. Initially, he freaks out, waking Phantom up as Jason sprints out of the med room and out into below freezing weather. He can barely walk he's shivering so hard.

"You might wanna come back inside where it's warm. Unless you want to catch the rest of your death out there?" Is the first thing Phantom says to him after he woke up.

Jason goes back inside and is bundled in the fluffiest blankets he's ever seen. He asks what's going on and Phantom freely explains everything from the moment he collected his soul. How Clockwork had announced the unexpected creation of another halfa and the gruesome fate he would've had if Phantom hadn't found him and taken him to the Far Frozen when he did.

"Is that why you feel familiar? I've heard your voice before."

Phantom smiles sadly at him and nods his head in agreement. He apologizes once more for not being able to save him then and for not keeping his soul safe while he was most vulnerable. This is what Jason had imagined happening between him and Bruce so many times. Wishing for him to apologize for not making it in time. For letting the clown live. With some thought, Jason forgives Phantom and wonders at his ability to easily do so with the pit gone.

Jason is advised to stay in the Far Frozen until his core is fully developed and stabilized. Until then, Phantom teaches him what it means to be a halfa as well as about the Infinite Realms and his role as it's ruler. Jason is having a blast, surprisingly. Even more so when introduced to Ghostwriter and given permission to peruse his vast collection of every book ever written. Things are good so far. Things grind to a halt when the yetis call for Jason and Phantom's attention to something rather curious.

The jar that held the lazurus water has reformed into a ball the size of Jason's fist. A ball with large white eyes that looked up at them with black tears rolling down it's face that steadily dripped to the bottom of the jar.

✦

The sentient lazurus blob came out of no where, I swear. Regardless, I've decided the lazurus blob's name is Leslie and no one can change my mind. Their pronouns are they/them/it. Leslie is just scared and heavily misunderstood.

Leslie the Lazarus blob art by me

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #danny is ghost king #danny is the reaper of heroes souls #writing prompt #prompt #dp x dc prompt #leslie the lazurus blob #Reaper of Heroes AU #sleepy-writes-stuff

[spectral-snippets-and-drabbles]

Beware the Blob Mafia

Where Danny is younger (12-ish) wants to be an entomologist (Insect Scientist) instead of an astronaut and develops a different core as a result...an Insect core!

Also, I kind of headcanon that Blobs are animal ghosts and Zone-born ghosts while Shades are intelligent Sapient ghosts who crossed over the the Infinite Realms.

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• It all started when a blob got caught in the middle of a fight with one of his rouges. The little blob remembered Danny when he released it and a small bundles of them from his parents' traps. Intially, they saw the boy as an unusually powerful newborn predator, so they tended to stay away to avoid being eaten by him up until they realize he was purposely freeing several dozens of them from the bad human scientists with no sinister intent.

- They decide to form a symbiotic relationship with Danny by becoming a loyal swarm in the hopes of staying close to him as protection, as they are lowest on the food chain. The young Halfa has no idea they imprinted on him, he thinks they're just being extra friendly.

Blobidious (as Danny named him) and his group bring refined ambient ectoplasm and human food to their protector to keep both sides of the Halfa nourished. They unintentionally stole from random restaurants, stores, and homes for a little while until Danny catches wind of food going missing from people's houses and has to teach them to not do that. Though, the occasional Nasty Burger wouldn't hurt anyone...a small fee in the shape of a combo meal for keeping Amity Park safe, if you will.

- Thankfully, Sam and Tucker help by having food stuff stashed away in their rooms at their houses for the little battalion to grab for him when he's hungry, as his own home is to dangerous.

• As time passes, Danny's new ghost core slowly evolves to become a living hive/den for blob ghosts to live in where they rest after a day of successfully working on collecting nourishment for their protecter. With the area around his core becoming a small pocket dimension that serves as the main nesting area for them, adorned with a honeycomb pattern over its surface.

- Danny's human body has also evolved to hide the ecto signature of the swarm and himself as a defense mechanism, making the Fenton household defenses unable to detect their ecto signatures, much to his surprise and relief. When he transforms for the first time after his body successfully completes its metamorphosis, he appeared more insect-like in the beginning.

(Think like Devorah from MK series.)

Due to the nature of having a bestial core, he can transform into a large variety of Insect/Human forms and utilize their abilities via his Obsession with bugs. Danny's already insane strength and skill set being amplified by using the powers of the most unique insects on the planet.

• Danny's naturally produced ectoplasm from his body combined with the refined ambient ectoplasm collected by the swarm creates a ghost jelly. As he uses it to revitalize himself for the first time, the effects are almost instant, with wounds healing themselves rapidly and finding himself full of energy that lasts for days with no need for sleeping or eating. Due to the energy crash, he uses it sparingly, which causes an overflow resulting in a leaky core and him puke up the excess amounts.

Not wanting to have it happen again, he lets his swarm have the excess as reward for everything they've been doing for him, completely unaware of the hell he was gonna unleash on everyone with this offering to his little buddies.

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• They proceed to evolve rapidly and become much more powerful as a result of eating the jelly. They begin to specialize and diversify their roles to better aid their boss to help him succeed and survive in Amity's ghost-ridden madness. Their symbiosis has resulted in Danny learning a form telepathy only he and the Swarm can communicate with.

From the simple blob ghost, Collectors, Warriors, Hunters, Scouts, and Workers arise to fill new roles. What's more astounding thing is the fact that they aren't just stronger, but have a higher intellect and can think and behave with reason, picking up on Danny's thought process and following his lead.

- Collectors are tasked to seek out ambient ectoplasm and food for the Danny. They also evolved in a way to leech it from hostile ghosts and follow hunters/soldiers to aid in subjugation. They can even drain humans attackers of their stamina and emotions, stripping them of their will to fight and leaving them unable to act.

- Soldiers are responsible for accompanying Danny to fights and following his orders on the field. They are also tasked with protecting the civilians from other ghosts looking to cause harm and evacuate the nearby area. The townsfolk were intially terrified, seeing monstrous ghost bugs, but calmed down knowing that they were Phantom's " pets", ready to defend them all.

- Hunters specialized in stealth, ambush and hit-and-run tactics, purposely venturing out into Amity Park and seek out his rouges in packs and dragging them back after paralyzing the offenders to be souped with a few Collectors in tow to squeeze 'em dry.

- Scouts are the crew that watched over Danny when he sleeps or when he's unable to transform into Phantom at the time, patrolling Amity Park for ghostly activity. If they saw/sensed a nearby ghost, they would emite a pheromone to alert the horde.

- Workers kept their intial blob form and stay inside Danny to be on standby to strengthen his body via nurturing it and repair it from the inside, taking the non-combat role; focusing on healing his wounds and making his body much more durable and healthy by merely being the caretakers of their boss. Thanks to their continued efforts, it increases the space for small pocket dimension to carry things he would need and increase the capacity for the swarm's hive.

His body is at its peak and the definition of perfect health. Perfect sight, hearing, strength with a quick healing factor for a boy young as he!

• Danny was intially surprised when the Swarm first came out of their volition to fight and was worried for them. But after seeing them pull a Cujo and transforming into Insect monsters of various sizes to beat down the unsuspecting victim rouge (Box Ghost), he's relieved that they're safe and he's excited that he's no longer alone in the literal fights against ghosts and that his friends don't have to jeopardize themselves without proper backup.

• Meanwhile, Danny's rouges are having an awful time in the wake of his growing bond to his Swarm. They can't enter the living world without a literal army of blob ghosts waiting for them to pop out the portal.

- Skulker tried to hunt them down only resulting in him getting his suit torn to shreds by the Welp (Phantom/Danny) when one of his blobs got hurt by the hunter's stray shot.

- Ember tried to pull a Pied Piper and force them under her control, but it only resulted in her guitar getting badly damaged and her ectoplasm sucked out of her by the Collectors.

- Spectra and Bertrand developed a severe phobia of insects after they brought her scheme crashing down and nearly killed them both after she tried to manipulate Danny like in canon, reveling in his despair until it brought the full fury of the swarm to make the attempt to destroy her when she made him upset. The swarm would've succeeded if Danny didn't call them off and she hasn't returned from the Zone since.

- Technus kept having his machines melted by corrosive acid being spat at him and ripped apart with the insane bite force of the insects assaulting him.

- The only one who managed to get passed them was Cujo. The pup's obsession wasn't destructive in nature and took a liking to Phantom and his hundreds of friends, even going as far as to acknowledge Phantom and even listen to him, making him get a pass while the others were stuck in the Zone, totally not jealous.

• The ghost pup was able to be stopped by Danny and the Swarm before he could destroy Axion Labs, making Val see the infamous "Spectral Skitter" in a more positive light.

She was a little mad, but seeing Phantom laughing as he gave the ghost puppy his favorite toy gave her a somber reminder that they both, the puppy and the ghost boy, had died way too soon. Val would still become Red Huntress, but less out of revenge, but to find out more about Phantom, becoming the 4th person to know Danny's secret.

• Vlad is rather good in this au! The sting of Jack and Maddie's abandonment made him a recluse and he refused to try and find happiness out of fear of being abandoned again. Causing his once green ectoplasm to become a shade of violet, as it was his pent up love made manifest.

- But Vlad wouldn't let that stop him, nor would it hold him back in life! He came into his own in Wisconsin after starting a successful chain of brands revolving around dairy goods, using a small portion of the earned funding to research ghosts in his free time using actual methods of study and not the havoc he's heard regarding a certain set of ectobiologists. He honestly can't help but be worried about young Daniel and Jasmine. He can only imagine that whirlwind of a life the children must have, having his former friends as parents.

- After making enough progress, his therapist suggests Vlad getting back out there and try giving the socializing scene another shot, as the Halfa himself mentioned that he missed companionship during their last meeting. Being socially inept, he decides to transform and look around for potential associates while invisible. So lost in thought that he ended up in Illinois on accident when his ghost sense went off like a bomb.

- He jaw fell open when he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He saw giant ghost insectoids that were taking down several Ecto beasts being led by Skulker, who seemed to have tamed (intimidated) them to his side. Another group was taking the people far away from the fighting and standing guard over them. Despite his curiosity being peaked, Vlad couldn't help but groan loudly and facepalm. The tin can tried skinning the older halfa in the past, only for it to end with the said Halfa threatening to destroy the little nuisance's core if he kept it up. He hadn't had a problem since, but seeing the "Greatest Hunter" again made his eye twitch something fierce.

"When I get that welp's pelt I'll–"

"Prove to everyone that you're the greatest hunter ever and yada yada yada...Soup Time!"

Along with his defeated beasts, Skulker is absorbed into the Fenton Thermos and Phantom powers down back into his human form after hiding in a nearby alley...not even realizing that Vlad just saw him do that.

• Vlad immediately knows that this is Daniel Fenton, due to looking up the Fentonworks Website in the 'About Us' page and seeing the major similarities between the "two" boys". He also knows that Phantom is labeled as the "Ghost Menace"...who was constantly being hunted by Jack and Madeline, getting shot at like it's open season, causing needless destruction in their wake...like how they tried to hunt him a few years prior...

- Knowing Jack and Madeline, This makes poor Vlad's mood go from bad to infinitely worse because that meant that they had no idea that they've killed their own child (like him, oof) and have been hunting him since his first appearance in Amity. He immediately retreats back to his castle and has a severe panic attack.

• After calming down, Vlad will probably try to murder his old friends like in canon by inviting the family to his place, but it comes from a messed up sense of needing to protect Danny from his disastrous parents, seeing the younger as a victim of his parents recklessness. It takes a lot of convincing, but Danny is able to get him to stand down and explain that his parents aren't as dangerous as he says they are. Except Vlad had made very good counterarguments that made the younger Halfa question the doubts he had about his parents.

- It doesn't help that the original members of his swarm don't answer when he asks for a biased opinion in his favor. Surely his folks would still love him once he tells them what happened down in the lab...right? Danny makes the protocol "Friend or Foe" with Sam and Tucker and creates a guideline depending on which way the wind blows that fated day.

- Vlad gave him his number, a key, and a room for him to stay at the castle should he be inclined to take the offer should the worse come to pass. Telling the young badger that he had a place to retreat to in case things goes sideways and someone willing to train him as well.

• Jack and Maddie are up to their usual activities, but they meet more resistance by both the ghosts and people of Amity Park.

- The blob ghosts they usually catch to turn their ectoplasm to power their weapons or experiment on have made an alliance with Ghost Boy, Phantom, who made them far more powerful and elusive than they previously were. It doesn't help that their failed attempts to grab one usually end up with some form of property/vehicle damage while Phantom and his monsters scatter and vanish as soon as they arrive.

- People are genuinely looking to the literal ghost child (Phantom) for protection and has been keeping the streets of Amity Park safe from ghosts more than the proclaimed "Ghost Experts". He even began rehabilitating most of his old enemies at this point and helped them find non harmful methods for them to fulfill their obsessions at this point of the timeline. They couldn't defeat him or his army, so they yielded and gave his methods a chance with good degrees of success.

When a curious person (Jazz, the daughter of the town ghost experts) "asked" about a ghost's obsessions and why they fight, Danny goes into extreme detail (thank you, Clockwork and Pandora!) about why it is a ghost would do the things they do, debunking many ectobiologists theories and scientific discoveries made by the field of study.

• It felt like a slap in face and all their hard work was being undermined.

- This causes a screaming match between Maddie and Phantom. Both who are refusing to back down and causing a crowd to form.

"You're kind are danger to humans!"

"Have you seen how you nutjobs drive!? There's a reason nobody parks their cars on your street! You're a living road hazard!"

"You ghosts have been terrorizing the town!"

"Excuse me!? We've been PROTECTING it from your mistakes! Maybe if you actually studied ghosts instead of labeling us non sentient and cutting us up and making them live ammunition, you'd get better results!"

• It just keeps going until something in Danny starts snapping. He's already past sobbing and red in the face with panic and anger, the swarm is practically going feral as they sense the distress rolling off of him in waves, waiting for these humans to dare to make a move. Snarling, hissing and growling could be heard from hundreds of creatures slowly manifesting in the sky, floating with eyes glowing blood red.

People begin to start to worry out as they never seen Phantom's pets like this before...but then again...holding guns up to a kid who died recently and protects them from both the ghosts and the Fenton's daily madness isn't exactly a good image.

"You may have fooled everyone else, but you haven't fooled us, Phantom Menace! If we let our guard down, your kind will exploit us and we'll all be paying for it!"

And just like that...the final thread self control snaps and Phantom explodes. His scream of anger is amplified by his swarm and takes out most of the devices powered by ectoplasm.

Pay for it...PAY FOR IT!? WHAT DO YOU NOW ABOUT "PAYING FOR IT" WHEN ALL THIS WAS ALL YOUR FAULT!? ALL BECAUSE YOU MADE A LITERAL PORTAL TO HELL! YOU'RE SO OBSESSED WITH GHOSTS YOU HAVEN'T EVEN NOTICED WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME..."

The silence that came after was deafening and as the "good doctors" try to object, they themselves are stunned into silence as well when a ring forms around Phantom's waist and reveals who he actually is. Gasps and shouts of surprise are heard as a teary eyed boy stares down at his parents from a roof, glaring icy daggers with tired eyes.

"You were always in the lab, for days on end, as Jazz and I grew up. She put up with it and accepted the fact that work took priority, but I didn't! I hated that stupid portal and I went into the damn thing trying to make it work so you could pay attention to us again...but it turned on with me inside because a "genius" put the power button inside...which I hit on accident...making me die alone!

My grades dropped off a cliff because I had to step up and take responsibility for YOUR obsession with ghosts! I lost so much sleep because there were threats almost every other day trying to cause problems for Amity Park! Jazz was almost murdered and I almost had to kill the ghost to stop her from harming my sister! I had to literally beat my rogue's gallery into submission so they could behave and to protect them from ghost hunters so I could get to live a semi-normal life again! My so-called evil "parasites" have been helping me out keeping everyone who saw me as some weird freak safe since we teamed up and I won't let you slander them or myself anymore!"

It made the people of Amity feel sick to know the truth. The small kid who likes bugs who was supposed to barely start high school was the same friendly ghost who constantly charged into battle to keep everyone safe. His friends and enemies alike were under his protection out of the kindness of his heart when he could've easily used his powers for mischief, or worse, evil. As the realization began to sink in, people began to whisper and mutter to each other.

"An actual kid was defending us the whole time!?"

"Bug-a-Boo was really just a kid..."

"Danny Fenton is the Spectral Skitter!?"

"THEY KILLED THERE OWN KID!?"

That's what made people turn on the Fentons with the looks of disdain and anger. People were forming a protective ring around Danny as they continued to bombard his family with accusations and throwing insults. "Hey, Jazz is innocent in all of this, so leave her out of the hate mob! My sister barely found out and has been taking care of me better than our own parents well before I died...was there for me when things were at their worst fighting back the ghost..."

As the two Fenton siblings looked at each with soft, reassuring smiles, the tender moment was ruined when a blast went off, screams were heard and Danny stumbled back in shock at the sudden pain and blood blooming in his chest. It didn't punch through him fully, but cracked his ribs and now he was on the ground in pain. The shooters fate was sealed when a soldier's stinger punched through the attacker's leg with an ecto blast before the swarm and began fighting men in white suits, the attackers being overrun quickly and being mangled savagely before stopping at Danny's order before fainting.

In their desperate attempt to get Danny to safety, the swarm grabbed his unconscious body and hurriedly went through the Ghost Portal before blowing it up, preventing the Guys in White from doing more damage. There, they were greeted by Danny's greatest ally, Clockwork, and Yeti named Frostbite who wished to help their Boss. With reluctance and cries of sadness, they gave him to the beastman and hoped for the best.

#danny phantom #danny phantom au #insect core au #Danny unintentionally became an apex predator/ghostly mob boss by being nice to blob ghosts #The GIW once again ruining people's lives #GIW wanted to hunt Phantom down but got Pariah Dark's fury instead #Danny stayed inside the Ghost Zone up until Pariah Dark was released. #They found the key to his sarcophagus as they rebuilt the portal from a cultist #Danny becomes the High King but kills Pariah Dark because he's too dangerous and absorbs his power. #Jack and Maddie are more open ended so they either learn from their mistake or not kts up to the reader

[dxrksong]

Jason 13 au memes part two

Bruce: *slams a door on accident*

Batfam: you slam door on Brood? YOU SLAM DOOR ON BROOD LIKE GROUNDINGS???! OH!! OH JAIL FOR FATHER!!! JAIL FOR FATHER FOR 1000 YEARS!!!!

Jason 13, calling Danny on speed dial: JAIL FOR FATHER!!!!

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Kitty:

Jason:

Kitty: YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE BUILT LIKE A BRICK HOUSE!!!!!

Jason: to be fair, I forgot???

Kitty: speaking of which, hows that going out for you?

Jason: it's been....emotional.....not to mention the whord of shades trying to mother hen me 24/7

Kitty: I've been meaning to ask you about those.

Jason: I thought you wanted to talk about our relationship?

Kitty: we have communication rings, we can do that later. I'm more worried about the tall intimidating city spirit behind you.

Jason: oh that's just Gotham

Kitty:

Gotham: *tall black lady that can kick your ass* ;)

Kitty, sweating:

Jason: don't worry, she's nice. She's just a litte over protective of her kids.

Kitty: there's MORE of you????

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Kitty:

The batfam:

Kitty, surrounded by baby ghost cores like stray kittens: I don't know what's worse. How much they look like you or the inane urge to just adopt them all, oh nooooooooooo!!

Jason: now you know how it feels old man.

Bruce: *confused in bat*

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Kitty:

Catwoman:

Kitty: crimes?

CatWoman: hell yes, kitten!

[LATER]

Jason: WHO THE FUCK DYED MY SUIT PINK?!?!?!

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Kitty: you know considering my name it's a little odd that you're the one being all cat like.

Jason, laying his head on her lap while she cards through his hair: shut uuup, it's not like I can ask anyone else for attention like this. It'd be weeeeiiiird.

Kitty: *sighs* better hope you didn't leave your comm on.

Jason:

Kitty: Johnny.

Jason: I can't remember if I turned it off or not

Dick: you know little wing, if you wanted attention you could've just asked-

Jason: SHIT!!!!!!

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Spectra: so are you still dating him or..?

Kitty: you know? We died basically around the same time and we were introduced to each other first before anyone else, so we kinda just stuck together. And really everyone had kinda just started calling us boyfriend and girlfriend, and we just didn't think otherwise to correct them.

Ember: wait, so you two HAVEN'T been dating??

Kitty: it was never official, if anything it was an ongoing bet to see how long it would last before people started to notice. We're more like.....siblings but not quite. Or emotional support ghosts for each other.

Spectra: that....actually makes a lot of sense. You two are hardly seen without the other and you haven't exactly been dead for long, so it would make sense you're still settling down from the trauma of dying.

Kitty: did you just psychoanalise me?!

Spectra: You basically gave it to me on a silver platter!! It's a force of habit!!!

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Jason: hey squishy

Blob ghost in Johnny 13's bike: ?

Jason: think you can get this blob ghost out of my corpse-

Squishy: *Rev's backwards out of the bat cave*

Jason: ouch! Not even my own pet will help a zombie out.

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Danny: so how you feelin Jason?

Jason, sarcastically: oh just great, I've only had ONE murderous breakdown this week due to Zom!

Danny: Zom????

Jason: the blob ghost possessing me.

Danny: You named it????!

Jason: WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?!?! IT'S A FREAKING BLOB GHOST, IT'S NOT LIKE IT HAD A NAME BEFORE!!!!!

Danny:

Jason:

Danny: I'm telling frostbite-

Jason: Don't you DARE!

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Dick: Hey, Jason? Can you come over? I need your help.

Jason, muffled by a humming noise: sorry, I don't think that'll be possible at the moment?

Dick: what do you mean by that Jay, and what is that sound?

Jason, swallowed into the shadows and getting fussed over by the shades: would you believe me if I said I got readopted by shades?

Dick: U Wot?

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Batman: Jason, what's this about shades adopting you??

Jason: look I didn't ask for it, it just happened.

Bruce: and are they....good? Parents?

Jason: well they like putting me in shadow jail alot.

Batman: Shadow jail?????

Jason: not to mention the constant babying-

Bruce: WHAT?!?!

Jason: ?! Jeez Bruce!! Wha-

Bruce: YOU LET THEM BABY YOU?!?!?!

Jason:

Bruce: I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO DO THAT SINCE THE FIGHTING STARTED!!!!

Jason: .....are-are you JEALOUS?!

Bruce:

Bruce >:'(

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Dick: ok, so to recap! *pulls out a projector and a Google slide document*

Dick: Jason got reanimated by something going awry and messing with reality, accidentally reviving Jason. *click* He gets scooped up by Talia and revives him fully. *click* this leaves him with powers and uncontrollable emotional problems *click* apparently he can talk to ghosts and they are often friendly to him back. *click* so much so, according to Jason himself, he has been adopted by the entirety of the ghost population in Gotham *click* including the SPIRIT of Gotham herself.

*it's a vague drawing of what Gotham looks like*

Dick: any questions?

Tim: yeah, uh. Who's that?

Danny: hi! :D

Dick: no clue, next question!

Danny: I'm phantom! I used to beat Jason up when he used to go by Johnny 13!

Batfam:

Cass: does the Lazarus pit taste like lemonade?

Dick: no, it tastes more like sprite.

Duke: wait-how do you-

Dick: NEXT QUESTION!

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Jason, 'living on his own':

The Shades: :)

Squishy: :)

Gotham sometimes: :)

Kitty: :P

Danny: >:)

The various bird and/or bat: :)

Damien: :

Ember: lmao I'm the older one now! >:D

Spectra: (usually only when Kitty shows up)

Skulker: (target practice training) >:)

Technus: (built Johnny's bike believe it or not) >:)

The box ghost: (this man has dad energy, change my mind) >:)c

The lunch lady: (every growing ghost needs proper calories!) :)

Jason: ...............I need a bigger house....

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Batman steps into the batcave to see green fire everywhere, Jason in his ghost form, and Damien trying to stab him with a sword.

Damien: it was Todd's idea!

Jason: Damien, you fucking snitch!

Batman: language!

Damien: yeah Hood, watch your fucking language!

Batman: DAMIEN!

(Reference to this)

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Jason: remind me why you're here again?

Danny: what? Like I can't visit my favorite Rouge?

Jason: I thought that was plasmius?

Danny: he's my arch nemesis, not a rouge! He doesn't count!

Jason: if you say so. But why am I your favorite, and I'm pretty sure I no longer qualify to be one of your rouges?

Danny: dude you're the only one I can have a serious conversation about! Vlad's a fruitloop!!

Jason: yeah but at least he knows what he's taking about half the time.

Danny: psh. 'Half the time'

Danny:

Danny: you can still turn into Johnny, right?

Jason: I mean if I concentrate real hard I guess? But it'll take a lot of energy.

Danny: wanna convince Vlad he's going insane?

Jason: only if I can record it.

Danny: DEAL!

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