DP x DC Prompt
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There are no more heroes.
Well, okay. Rewind a bit.
Danny has been doing the hero thing for a while now. He’s had a big reveal; everyone has accepted him (including his parents), the GIW disbanded, the Anti-Ecto acts repealed, and generally, everything is going great. Some of the A-Listers are even training as junior ghost hunters to help give him a break from his rogues! (Being Ghost King makes things hectic sometimes, and he just needs the extra help. Sue him!)
The point is, literally nothing is wrong with Danny Phantom’s afterlife.
And then Valerie Gray, the Red Huntress, disappears in front of his eyes.
Danny is baffled! She’s just…gone! Valerie just popped out of existence, like she was never there. But no matter how hard he searches in the Ghost Zone, he can’t find her soul anywhere. His core isn't broken in grief. So she’s not dead. Which is good. So then, where is she?
Some of the others come forward with ideas on how to find her. A few ghosts volunteer to go out into the mortal realm, an area Danny had declared off-limits, to see if she was out there. Danny approves it. He rounds up some of the friendlier (i.e., discreet) ghosts and Amity Parkers and demolishes the outside travel ban.
So everyone spreads out, looking for their dear frenemy and teammate. But it becomes apparent very quickly that something is wrong with the rest of the world.
There are no more heroes.
Every single living superhero on the face of the Earth has just…vanished. Villains are running amok; the countries are in chaos! Some aliens are invading Earth, mythical deities are trying to take over, and society is crumbling to the ground. Everything is on the brink of collapse.
Well, Danny was still there. And so were his people. They were pretty spread out, so could they just…take up the mantles? He also knew where to find the souls of dead heroes in the Zone; surely they wouldn't mind coming out of retirement for a little bit, especially if they couldn't die again. Oh! And that skeleton army leftover from Pariah Dark's reign might be useful in repelling those invading forces.
Honestly, there were more than enough hands to go around! And with the heroes gone, Danny didn't mind letting everyone out for a little break, as long as they followed his rules. They wouldn't stop the search for the other heroes, but hopefully, when they found them, the heroes wouldn't mind Danny's intervention too much. :)
In other words:
Someone fucks up, and all of Earth's living heroes are either wished out of existence or are whisked away to some far-off realm where Danny hasn't checked yet. In the attempt to figure out what's going on, Danny lets the dead run amok over the Earth as they search for clues. The skeleton army repels the invading armies, the souls of dead heroes deal with the world leaders, and his rogues and other Amity Parkers set up shop in place of famous heroes, trying to get the cities under control again.
Basically, they just do their best to keep everything from imploding until the Justice League and others are back.
(And why is it that Danny hasn't disappeared? Well, whatever caused everyone to go poof! only affected living heroes. Anyone heroes that were dead in the first place, or even just half-dead, stayed behind.)
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TMA Time Travel AU Masterlist
The time travel AU takes place after MAG 200. Future!Jon finds himself back in the 2015 timeline without his Martin.
(Note that F stands for Future and P stands for Past to differentiate characters of different timelines)
Links to all the comics in chronological order:
F!Jon's arrival into the timeline. part 1 | part 2 | part 3
F!Jon waiting for his Martin to arrive. link
F!Jon annoying P!Jon into undergoing character development. link
Peter Lukas visiting F!Jon. link
F!Jon getting hungry and feeding on someone in front of Sasha. link
F!Martin's arrival into the timeline. part 1 | part 2 | part 3
Extra stuff:
P!Jon reacting to F!Jon saying that he wants to kill Elias. link
F!Martin on his way to the timeline. link
F!Jon hearing the P!archival staff get along with one another. link
Tim asking to see F!Jon's fangs. link
P!Martin daydreaming about F!Jon's fangs. link
F!Jon getting decked. link
F!Jon wondering what his fangs are for. link
Tim walking in on F!Jon attempting to eat a cassette tape. link
Time travel au poster. link
F!Jon stuck in the Lonely but he's doing one of those babygirl poses. link
P!Jon and F!Jon's surprise birthday party. link
F!Jon and F!Martin reference sheet. link
P!Jon dreams of polyarchives. link
F!Jon and P!Martin interaction. link
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Rereading Young Justice 1998 and I always forget that there's an arc where, in order to escape government agents trying to capture them, they use their magic sentient motorcycle to phase down into the earth's crust
and while they're down there they find a strange dark cavernous space filled with flames and lava and tiny demons that feed on suffering, and also there are disco balls and people wearing bellbottoms
and Robin recognizes everyone there as scumbags and murderers that he's investigated or heard of at one time or another
and it's all run by a guy named Dante, because this is his (disco) Inferno
and the joke is, of course, that Hell looks like the 70s (and/or the 70s are worse than hell)
EXCEPT
it's literally not hell
Dante is just SOME GUY who FOUND A CAVE filled with FLAMES AND LAVA and TINY DEMONS that FEED ON SUFFERING!!
literally just some guy! Who went "Man, y'know what would be neat? If I kidnapped CEOs and murderers, tricked them into thinking they died, and set up a 70s themed prison for them. And told them it was Hell! And fed their suffering to all these tiny demons!"
and then stole all the CEOs' assets in order to finance his underground 70s-themed fake-hell prison where he feeds the prisoners' suffering to his tiny demons
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heyyy i have a request i think about whenever i go to your profile. about an angst or fluff fic or blurb about your bio(?) “i don’t think your friends will like me” with rafe and (hopefully)kook!reader. (i hope this sparks interest if not its fine <3)
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Your friends were less than thrilled when you told them that you were talking to Rafe, but they held their tongues. Once you started dating him, though, they refused to keep quiet any longer.
He has a bad reputation. He’s known as a psychotic douchebag who gets into a fight at almost every party. And they reminded you of that every time you mentioned him.
You finally snapped one day, telling them that you appreciate the concern, but you’re with Rafe for a reason. They weren’t exactly supportive, but they shut up.
He isn’t all he presents to the outside world. Behind the inflated machismo, Rafe is fun. He’s sweet. He makes you feel like flowers are blooming in your chest every time he looks at you. And nobody can convince you that he’s simply no good.
The country club is loud and bustling, every partygoer dressed in the best, most expensive thing in their closet.
After a month of dating, this is your first time coming to a club party with Rafe as his girlfriend. His hand is at the small of your back as you enter the ornate banquet hall.
You look up at him, smiling at the adorable way he scans the room, the chandelier lights twinkling in the blue of his eyes.
Rafe is out of his element. He usually comes to these things with his buddies, drinks a little too much, and doesn’t give a shit what people think.
But he’s here with you. And the pressure is heavy on his shoulders.
“My friends are over there,” you say, pointing to a table on the far side of the room. You spot a few free seats.
“I don’t think they’ll like me,” he replies, voice low, lips curled up in a nervous smile.
You pivot to face him, hands smoothing over the fabric of his suit jacket.
“Well, I like you,” you say matter-of-factly. Rafe looks down at you with a knitted brows.
“Yeah, for now.” His words leave his mouth before he can even think about them. Rafe glances away, his lips in a nervous, hard line.
“What’s that mean?” you ask softly.
He only shakes his head, an awkward smile on his face.
“Nothin’,” he drawls.
You won’t take that as an answer. Your hand finds his. Rafe loves the feeling of your palm pressed around him as you lead him out of the room you just entered.
Your heels click against the floor as you round the corner into an empty hallway, turning to face him again.
“What’s that mean, Rafe?” you ask again, your eyes deep with concern.
Rafe’s heart is pounding in his ears. He didn’t expect to have this conversation tonight.
It’s been eating away at him. He’s not an idiot. He knows his reputation. And he didn’t care about it until he met you.
“You…” Rafe sighs, looking down at the floor, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He doesn’t even know where to start.
“Yeah?” you ask.
“I know you know what people say about me,” he finally says.
You don’t play dumb. There’s no point.
“And you think I agree?” you say. Rafe steps back, scratching the back of his neck with another sharp exhale.
“You might,” he replies, tone low. You look at him with doubt etched into every one of your features.
“Rafe,” you say with a breathy, disbelieving laugh. “I don’t care what people say. They’re wrong about you.”
He’s not so sure. He can’t control himself at times, anger and aggression pooling out of him. People see that ugly side of him. He can’t deny that that side exists.
“Are they?” he asks. His voice is thin and vulnerable. You haven’t ever seen him like this. “I’m not always like… the way you see me.”
Rafe feels like he’s teetering at the edge of a cliff now, seconds away from falling, from losing you.
“You know that we went to all the same parties before we got together, right?” you chuckle. Rafe meets your eyes again.
You saw him drink himself into oblivion and get into fights and leave parties with a bloodied face and swollen knuckles. Countless times.
“I saw everything and I still want you,” you say. “I don’t give a fuck if people don’t like you.”
Rafe’s chest burns. He almost dropped off the cliffside, but you just pulled him back.
He swallows the lump in his throat and pulls you in, cupping your cheeks to softly kiss you.
He didn’t care what anyone thought about him before. Now, he only cares about what one person thinks. And he’s kissing her and she wants him and that’s all that fucking matters.
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