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bluerosefox · 7 months

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Bellatrix Star

A TaliaxDanny idea that came to me.

Damian, Bruce, and the rest of the bats discover the Talia al Ghul they had been fighting against, the one that cloned her own son, had the clone kill him, plant a control device in him when he broke his spine, etc etc was actually not the real Talia al Ghul.

Turned out Ra's had cloned her and killed the original when she discovered his little plans to take over Damain's body and she confronted him about it. Ra's had to make a clone when after tossing a dead Talia into the pits but never returned (he meant to kill her as a warning, as a "you may be my blood but will not hesitate to end you Talia.") It explains so much to Damian when remembers how out of nowhere his mother changed, her training him changed from harsh to deadly, the soft motherly love she would give him when behind closed doors suddenly stopped, the tales she would spin for him about his father no longer whispered to him for bed.

How this was find out?

Well it's hard to ignore the facts that when your foolish grandfather in his quest for immortality summons an eldritch being known as the Ghost King into the Mortal Realm and uses Damian as a sacrifice while his (not) mother watches emotionless.

When the being appeared, plunging the room from green glowing flames and the glow of the Lazarus Pits into darkness before a cosmos exploded to life, its glowing green eyes snapped open in the stars and stared at them all. Making every single one of them feel small, so very small.

It took a single glance around the room before stopping on the al Ghul's. It's eyes widen before a steel and firm look entered them. Just as quick as the cosmos sprang to life, it suddenly swirled away into a ball, putting them all back into the Lazarus room,and reformed in front of them to a more humanish height and body.

When the body, around the height and build of Batman, was done forming it took a step forward and suddenly as one blinked a man stood in front of them. Or rather floated. Snow white hair that flickered and wisped towards a crown made of fire and ice, glowing green eyes that held none of the madness but all of the power the Lazarus Pits could give. His clothing were tailored made that were tastefully a mixture of black and white with some silvers and greens, clothes fit for a King one would say. The cosmos that once engulfed the room had shifted into a cloak that hanged around his body, on one side more than the other (think like how CW wears his only the hood is down).

This, this was no doubt the Ghost King, he stood tall and regal and made everyone in the room feel the need to look down, to bow ones head for even just a moment. Even Ra's had trouble disobeying the urge to do so.

"Well..." the being said, his voice deep but not as gravely as Batman's was "What an interesting way to meet my In-Laws and Step-Son..."

He has said that as he looked towards the al Ghul's. Damian flinched back with a frown of confusion and disbelief while Ra's looked panicked for a second when the words registered into his mind, meanwhile Talia... looked emotionless and barely even twitched.

"What the fu-?" Someone began only to stop when the King lifted his hand and with a snap of his fingers a green portal appeared, it looked almost like the Lazarus Pits but it felt... cleaner? Less angry?

"My Bellatrix, my warrior star. I believe I've been summoned to your home dimension. And judging by the looks of it your father created a barely functioning Mirror of you and planned on using your son as a sacrifice to me." He spoke out towards the portal before holding his hand out.

A hand appeared from the portal, a slender hand and with green and black painted nails manicure to perfection before someone walked through it as they took hold of the Ghost King's offering hand.

Standing in front of them was another Talia, only this one looked a tad older than the one in the room. She wore clothing that matched the King to a T but even then, as always, Talia looked deadly in it. Beautiful but very deadly. From the heels she wore to the crown upon her head, a crown made of not ice and fire but of stars and black jewels. Her eyes were sharp as she stared at everyone in the room, frown on her painted lips, but her eyes lit with a small soft joy when she saw Damian only for them to turn poisonous when they landed on Ra's and the other Talia nearby.

"I should had know you would had created a Mirror of me instead of admitting to my son you killed me Father." Queen Talia spat out. "The least you could had done was not make my Mirror so cheaply, it doesn't even have a proper soul attached to it."

#danny phantom #danny fenton #blue rambles #crossover #writing ideas #random idea #danny phantom dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #i forgot Danny and Talia's ship name #Talia was killed when she confronted her father when she found out his plans to take over her son's body #she was tossed in the pits and was meant to return to life but a portal opened up as she was brought back #she landed in Danny's garden and in a Pit Rage attacked any ghost in sight #Danny was called in noticed the Rage and knocked her out before taking her to Frostbite #they find out she is very liminal #like near halfa levels like she just needs something to kill and bring her back at the same time levels.#Talia raged and wept when she woke up #she was told she was in the Infinite Realms and what the Lazarus Pits actually were and that they were going to try to find her a way home #but because the Infinite Realms were well Infinite it was like looking for a needle in haystack #it takes a while and some talks with Jazz but Talia eventuality begins to try to make the most of her life within the Infinite Realms #and the only world is was always connected to #she does eventually fall for Danny though. things happened and Talia can sense her love for Bruce fizzle out and begin to grow for Danny #who never once asked her to change her deadly and swift ways #Danny was the Ghost King now. he understands that sometimes a quick and hard hand needs to be used.he is a fair and just King not a doormat #Danny accidentally called Talia Bellatrix one day. after the female warrior star in the sky. she is deadly and beautiful to him #Talia liked it a lot and well showed him how much she liked it #eventually they date and get married. Talia is in charge of the spy network for the Kingdom encase of anyone gets any bright ideas #Talia loves her new life. the one without her father or Bruce trying to control or changer her. She wishes for Damian though still.#Danny's been on the look out for her world when she told him everything. He wants to meet and learn about his step-son #he hopes he'll like the 'I'm sorry I married your mother without your permission but I would love your blessing.' gifts he had commissioned

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schwarz-san · 8 months

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A Revenant for The Red Knight

Your typical Dp x Dc Summoning AU, but with a twist.

Jason is having a bad time.

The most of the family to be honest.

Why? Cultist. In Gotham.

One that worship some kind of All Powerful Eldritch Death Outer God from Beyond and plans to summon the Thing to this plane of existence.

The worst part? Most of the bats are being use as sacrifice. Wait no, the worst part is that Jason is the main sacrifice.

They did contemplate whether to use Jason or the Demon child, but end up deciding to use Jason instead. Something about being having essence of Death and the Multiverse in his veins and you know what? He's not gonna touch that with a ten foot pole. Nope.

The demon child is lashing out like the unvaccinated feral racoon that he is, Dick is trying to escape and so does Bruce as well as trying to make sense of the Summoning circle that the cultist were using. The replacement is snoring, the asshole.

Hah. Thats what he get for drinking five mugs of expresso instead of sleeping then gatting tranq.

Also, fuck Bruce for not calling Constantine or Zattana the moment they smelled something supernatural.

God, he hates magic.

The cultist started chanting by then, speaking in a language that no one understood—huh? Well look at that. He could apparently. He could hear them chanting in that unknown language and english at the same time, its over lapping. Weird, its like it was being translated especially for him since the others didnt seems to show any recognition with the words the cultist was using.

Except maybe the demon child, but the others? Nada.

"—Ruler of the inbetween, Heed our call. Defeater of the Dark Tyrant. Master of Space, The bridge between Every Realms, The Great One, The Balance—"

Thats a fuck ton of titles.

The circle began glowing green and fucking Lazarus waters began to pour out and thats not fucking good.

Pillar of unnaturally Neon Red Fire emerge from the Circle and destroyed the ceiling and shook the entire ware house.

A tall armoured figure emerge as the pillar of fire began to settle out. It was floating above the circle, looming over everything in a terryfing manner. Temperature began to rise as the being's Unnayurally white gaze fell upon them.

It was… a knight? A knight cross over a biker??? It also had guns which is weird and is that a fucking Bat Insignia on its chest?

Pressure from all side crash over them as the beings gaze intensified before vanishing all together the moment its gaze fell on jason.

After what seems to be eternity, the being finally spoke.

"Huh. His majesty was right, I really was that stinky and fuck up before he find me."

???

The knight biker then remove his helmet to reveal his own face with a domino mask with his color pallete just inverted.

The doppelganger then pull out his gun and began shooting down the cultist all against the other bats protest. One by one the cultist vanished in to tin air as if they didn't exist all together.

He snapped his fingers and the rope that tying the burst in the same crimson flames and vanished all together.

"What the absolute fuck is going on here?!"

Or cultist used kidnap batfam and use jason as a sacrifice to the ghost king to summon him.

They summon Alternate version of jason who is a halfa and work as one of Danny's Fright knight: Red Knight.

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flamingpudding · 7 months

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Fictober23 Prompt: 2 - "Don't worry, I got you."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: T

Warnings: Mentions of death, implied mentions of panic attacks handling, Jason typical profanity

"Don't worry, I got you."

These were the first words Jason could finally hear after what felt like forever. His head was pounding and his vision was still tinted green but slowly he felt like he was gaining control over the rage that had taken over.

He couldn't remember what triggered it, nor what he had done when his vision turned green. All he remembers was that he had been out on Patrol before he heard a scream. But now he could feel two hands resting on his shoulder. A young voice resounded in his ears, telling him to breathe in deeply, hold it and then breathe out. He remembers this exercise, B had made sure they all knew this one, so that they could help anyone that was working themselves into a panic attack. But he wasn't suffering through one, was he?

Unconsciously his eyes closed, blocking his vision of the still tinted green world.

"That's it. Try to redirect that power, don't let the Mania take hold. Can you feel your core? Try listening for its humming."

What core? What do they mean? Yet despite not knowing what they were talking about Jason tried to follow the direction the voice gave him. He wasn't sure why he was even listening to them, but something in him made the vigilante want to trust them. Redirect the power, they had said. Maybe they meant the Pit Rage? But how? Feeling for his core? Did they mean his heart? Jason could do that, he focused on his heart beat, tried to sense how it beat rhythmically in his chest and heard the blood rushing in his veins. Now that he listened there was a humming next to his heartbeat. Was this what they meant? Probably.

"Great you found your core, focus on it. Store that power in there for now."

Nodding slightly Jason tried to do what they said. Whatever this core was, he imaged it like a box and then mentally stuffed all that Pit Rage into it. Every bit of rage and madness the Pit made him feel, everything. He pushed it all into the box he imagined as that core and once it was all in there he decided to go a step further. His eyebrows furrowed as he imagined closing the lit of the box and putting a big fat lock on it. Like the one B put on his weapon storage after he raided it 5 times in a row when he had run out of grenades to throw at drug dealers and other scum lurking in his territory.

"Hey! Hey! Don't overdo it! Your core is still tiny! To much power und you will be in big trouble if it bursts the next time!"

His eyes snapped open. The first thing he noticed was his version was no longer tinted green. The second thing he noticed was the kid floating with no legs before him. Lazarus Green eyes coupled with snow white hair stared concerned yet relieved back at him.

"What the fuck-"

"Great! You're back to your senses!" The kid cut him of grinning at him and Jason was just confused and also surprised at himself. He did not feel anymore rage or a need for violence but instead his mind for once felt calm and a whole lot Pit free. Though there was the confusion of WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT KID?

"I honestly didn't expect to find another Halfa when I was contacted by Pandora to look into something. But Clockwork did mention something before, that I should look out for his Granddaughters fan that lives in Gotham and wears a red helmet. Didn't think I would meet you this soon though or like that. I haven't even greeted Lady Gotham yet. I was just on my way to the center of her haunt when I got these real disturbing feelings and bam you appeared out of nowhere attacking and I was forced-"

He cut the kids rambling off by rudely shoving his hand over the kids mouth to make the boy stop talking. "Shut up for a second there kid and let me catch up. You just dumped a lot of info there."

The kid had the nerve to sheepishly rub the back of his neck as he floated backwards a little, away from his hand that was covering his mouth. "Sorry, I got excited there. I think this must have been how the fruitloop had felt at first before things went to shit, when he found out I was a Halfa too. It's just kind of exciting, you know? There aren't a lot of us."

"The fuck you mean Halfa?" He questioned and mentally thanked his self from a couple hours ago for choosing to go on patrol with his trusted helmet instead of listening to his brother to use just a mask because of the head. This way the kid was not able to see his facial expression escaping him with all the info bombs the kid kept dropping.

"Half death, half alive. Well more like Half Ghost, Half human but details." The kid shrugged and Jason really wanted to pinch the bridge of his nose right now through his helmet.

"Last I checked I appear to be pretty alive, kid." He would know if he weren't or at least he hoped he would know, somehow.

"Well duh. That's the half alive part. The half death part is your second form, have you not managed to transform yet? I mean your core is tiny but that shouldn't matter to much. You did die and then come back alive with the balance sort of regulated by a big amount of ectoplasm, right? Though I have to say that the ectoplasm in your system is very unusual. It's so different from what I feel from Dani, Dan or even the fruitloop. I probably should drag you to Frostbite as soon as possible but there are no portals here so I would have to drag you either to my home or Wisconsin first, or maybe find a natural portal but that's harder than just taking you to one of the permanent open ones. Speaking of Dani and Dan, they gotta be excited to hear that there is another Halfa in our age range that's not related via cloning or time shenanigans! That's gotta be so fun and we can show-"

"Kid, you're rambling again." Jason cut in suppressing a sigh. Cloning? Time shenanigans? What the fuck was he getting into by associating with this kid? "Did anyone ever tell you that you are bad at explaining?"

"My friends and older sister." The kid answered with no delay, like he had been asked that same question before. "Also I am 20."

Jason wished the kid could see how he arched an eyebrow under his helmet. He could have tricked him if he didn't look like a 14 years old. The kid appeared to sense it anyway as they huffed and pouted his way. "I swear I am! My Ghost form is just stuck at looking like the age I died at! I haven't figured out how to manipulate my ectoplasm to make my ghost self look older yet! I swear Dan has been holding this over me for years now!"

"Sure kid, let's just get back to that Halfa thing and what that means for me." Jason didn't know what exactly the kid was nor what the kid meant by Jason apparently being also an Halfa -was it?-, which meant the kid was one in the first place. "By the way, who are you?"

"Oh right! I am Danny Phantom! Nice to meet you Red Hood! And pleases stop calling me a kid! I swear I am not anymore!" Well that was at least a step forward. Now Jason just had to figure out how to get the information he really needed from the kid, Danny, without listening to excessive rambling as well as how to explain just all of this to Bruce and the rest of his siblings. He can already hear them freaking out about it.

No wait, he actually could hear them freak out right now. Oh shit! His coms were on, weren't they? Wait did Dickwing just say ETA 5? And B just said ETA 3! Shit, fuck, damit! His family were on the way and he was not sure if the Halfa Kid, or whatever, would run at the site of them. B would probably scare the shit out of the kid just to get answers.

Well at least, the good thing so far was that the Pit was quiet now and the kid could apparently help him control it and the Pit Rage better.

#fictober23 #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #crossover #danny fenton #danny phantom #jason todd #jason is a halfa #pit rage #Danny saw Jason struggle and did what Frostbite thought him #Danny thought Pit Madness was the same as Ghost Mania #Jasons got questions #so has the Batfam #They listened in over the coms #Danny well have to do a lot of explaining #he will probably call Jazz for help #Lazarus Water is an ectoplasm variant #Not quiete the same but not so different either

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nelkcats · 1 year

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Yetis to the rescue

After becoming a halfa Danny didn't realize how much he needed a medical checkup until he went to see Frostbite. It turns out that being a hybrid of two species leaves you vulnerable to both types of diseases.

Frostbite was shocked when Danny commented that he didn't have any of the ghost vaccines, but in his defense how was he supposed know that it was a necessity and that ghosts could get sick? Nobody informed him!

Despite following all medical advice and undergoing the process of multiple vaccinations in the same day; months later Danny was infected by a case of Ghost flu, this kind of flu was a little different: in ghosts it just destabilized their ectoplasm, but in his half normal human body it was causing a severe pulmonary obstructive reaction, he was just lucky he didn't need to breath.

Danny was severely ill for a couple of days, and without noticing it, the Ghost flu mutated inside his body; when he finally recovered by becoming immune, the entire city was infected with a severe case of flu, a very intense flu that sent people to the hospital and was extremely difficult to detect.

At first Danny was confused when Frostbite told him that the signs the Amity Parkers were showing was a Ghost flu infection because, wasn't it supposed to be a ghost disease? Frostbite explained worriedly that sometimes virus could evolve to infect other organisms if they have the chance.

At the end Danny and Frostbite had to do an emergency quarantine in Amity before the virus mutated from affecting liminals to becoming compatible with humans, while the Amity Parkers were reluctant to accept help at first, they realized their liminal status along with the small amount of ectoplasm they hold inside their body could save them with the help of a Yeti from Far Frozen.

When Danny heard reports of a concerned Amity Parker about an infection starting in Gotham he realized it might be too late, maybe it was time to unleash the Ghost yetis medic squad.

On the other side, Red Hood had been sick for a couple of days with an extremely persistent flu, to the point where he swore to hallucinate a Yeti outside his door.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc x dp #jason todd #frostbite #The ghost flu evolved because of the halfa body #So basically is Danny's fault but no at the same time #An infected Amity Parker visited Gotham and encountered Red Hood #He didn't notice at that time but he infected him #First infected were ghosts #second halfas #from halfas to liminals #and from liminals to revenants #Jason is the last step before an human infection #they need to find him fast #poor Danny is feeling extremely guilty #batfam is concerned about Jason #Jason just want to rest for a couple of months #Frostbite is creating an artifact to identify sick people #just in case they need it #At least it was just a flu and nothing worse but is still extremely dangerous for the alive #if Jason see Danny while he is still sick he could think is an angel #Phantom's white hair would not help with that

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ashspecter · 2 months

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So I recently rewatched Infinite Realms when I thought of something...

There are different, natural portals all over the globe that open to the GZ for a limited period of time such as the Bermuda Triangle (according to Frostbite). They can lead people or ghosts to different places in the world & in time, but who’s to say that they (humans) never leave the GZ?

What if there is a section of the GZ dedicated to misplaced humans?

What if these humans began to intermingle with ghosts?

What if there are halfas that were made/born by natural causes?

What I am saying is, perhaps Danny and Vlad aren’t the only halfas out there (they’re the only ones who weren’t born, but that’s regardless of the point). We know that ghosts can have kids, so what about humans and ghosts intermingling? It can be a long short for earth-born humans, but if they’ve been in the GZ long enough, perhaps their bodies have begun to absorb extra ectoplasm?

If these humans ever return to Earth, they would be liminal and perhaps a little unhinged... but if they stayed in the GZ, perhaps they would begin to gain ghostly abilities?

Of course, they won't be able to gain all the abilities of a ghost, but they have little oddities that they begin to form. Perhaps a deep-rooted obsession that is less than healthy (even by ghost standards)? Maybe they can interact with the GZ in more than just existing in it?

#danny phantom #dp #dp au #dp lore #dp headcanons #ghost zone #ghost zone lore #gz lore #infi-map #danny fenton #frostbite #vlad plasmius #vlad masters #portals #halfas #half ghosts #humans in the ghost zone #liminal

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miscmonstro · 2 years

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The Uno Reverse Adoption Saga 3

First: Chapter 1

Previous: Chapter 2

Next: Chapter 4

Halfa!Trio Au crossover with Batman

Current Characters: Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Danny Fenton, Jason Todd (mentioned), Frostbite (brief)

Summary: Forced to attend a gala by her parents as she is every year, Sam Manson was resigned to suffer through the stifling three-night gala until something pulled at her core. The something turned out to be a someone. Just who is Jason Todd and can the trio gain enough of his trust to help him before his struggling proto-core collapses?

Warning for panicking/fear, sort of admitting it and being overwhelmed!

👻 {Chapter 3 Below!)

Sam wasn’t blind to the looks she received as she returned to her parents’ side, from the other guests nor from her parents. Her mother in particular eyed her speculatively, but thankfully she didn’t say anything about Sam’s disappearance.

Yet.

The rest of the night went smoothly. Sam shut the boys out of her senses so they’d sleep. She knew all too well that if she didn’t they would stay awake to keep her company. Any other night she wouldn’t have minded terribly much but they were heading out to the Far Frozen tomorrow, without her, and they needed to be alert. She ignored her aching feet and almost reconsidered, mind begging for a distraction, but she reminded herself that somethings were worth suffering through. If she was lucky one of the boys would start dreaming soon. Though mainly incomprehensible, a dream would be preferable to hearing the woman behind her prattle on about the various scandals surrounding the host’s sons. The woman didn’t even have the decency to mention Jason, rendering Sam’s eavesdropping to be for naught.

👻 {Boo!)

The next day Sam fussed at Tucker and Danny as they prepared to enter the Ghost Zone.

“-and don’t forget the Fenton phones,” she instructed redundantly. Jack and Maddie Fenton had been thoroughly distracted with the ghosts that had ventured into Amity in their absence and had taken off immediately that morning. Their nonattendance worked out wonderfully for the trio who intended to seek out Frostbite; they couldn’t use the portal if the elder Fentons were in the lab.

Standing in a familiar basement laboratory in Amity, Danny and Tucker gave one another long suffering looks.

“Calm down Sam,” Danny said.

“Between you and Jazz, it’s like I’m hearing double,” added Tucker.

There was a spark of amusement from Danny and a welling of irritation from Sam. “I’m just saying, historically something always goes wrong with these types of things,” she mentally scowled.

Tucker waved her concern off. “Relax! I’m not saying you’re wrong but worrying about something that hasn’t even happened yet is-“ and he added a sentiment, a feeling of it-wastes-time-and-energy-that-I-don’t-have.

Danny hesitated. “Jazz is helping.” Nonverbally, he added that she had a modified Fenton phone through a series of impressions. “You’ll know if something horrible happens.”

That was not reassuring at all and Sam let them know that.

Usually the trio relied on their link. They never found out how exactly it came to be or how to replicate it, but they agreed it had something to do with all of them being caught up on the same accident. Distance didn’t affect it, neither did time travel. There was only one circumstance in which they were out of reach, and that was when the trio was split between the human world and the Ghost Zone. The connection became unstable, not unlike a flip phone call with poor reception in a thunderstorm. Glimpses and fragments could filter through, but the link was largely dominated by a tingly unpleasant static which was often times accompanied by a headache. Needless to say, they rarely went to the zone nor returned without each other. Some situations, however, called for splitting up and thus they utilized the modified Fenton phones. Sam hadn’t dared take hers on the trip to Gotham and now she was sorely regretting it. Everything she’d know would be second hand through Jazz, which was jarring for someone who was accustomed to constant first person updates in real time.

All she could do was nag at them and make sure they were as prepared as they could be.

“We’ll be fine Sam,” Danny assured her as he strapped some ecto-something or other to his side. He felt a tad giddy- even after all this time he still felt cool ‘gearing up’ for their missions.

Fondly, Sam let him know he was a total dork and was echoed by Tucker.

The mellow moment passed and was replaced with a tense air as the boys stepped up to the swirling neon portal. Its spirals were hypnotizing in the worst way, the ebb and flow of the ectoplasm shrinking and stretching like a breathing, writhing mass. Ironically, it made the portal to the world of the dead look alive. Even from Gotham, Sam could feel it’s glow pressing into her eyes, demanding attention, and her heart fluttered anxiously.

Every time she looked at it, an unbidden wave of green raced at her like a raging bull, engulfed her. Every time she looked at it, the accident replayed in her mind for a brief disconcerting second.

Time had taken the edge off of the emotions that assaulted her when faced with the portal. Tucker was still unnerved on occasion too, and he tended to squeeze his eyes shut whenever they passed through it. Danny though… he’d been on the inside and hadn’t seen what they had during the accident. He always felt excitement and dread but not the same fear Tucker and Sam had.

It looked different from the inside, he said. It didn’t look like the portal.

“Alright, we’re going through,” Tucker announced, cutting into the tenseness before it could become suffocating. “I’d say wish us luck but I think Sam needs it more.”

Sam mentally scowled at him as Danny watched mirthfully. “Get out of here,” she told them.

“We’ll be back,” Danny promised.

“‘Course we will,” agreed Tucker.

As they went through the swirling vortex there was a cacophonous wail and then the bond was wrapped in a muting array.

“Stay safe…” Sam thought quietly.

But she knew from the crackles and sense of empty that they hadn’t heard her.

👻 {Boo!)

She hadn’t been to a gala alone, really on her own, for three years. It was odd but not unnavigateable. After all, the times she’d had to put up with them alone outnumbered the times she’d had Danny and Tucker with her. It should’ve been easy to fall back into practiced habit, especially with the predictable behavior that was expected of her.

The operative word was ‘should’.

Sam had already been feeling foul and the constant static with the occasional burst of clarity across the link only made her more so. Her headache was diligently working its way up to migraine and she was miserable. She’d gotten glimpses of shock, boredom, confusion, and excitement but she didn’t know what any of it meant.

Whirling the drink in her hand, Sam watched the slivers of light glinting and reflecting with each turn. It was kind of hypnotizing. It was easy to ignore the shuffling and the oddly rising voices of the room if she only concerned herself with the little lights in her cup.

Her uninterrupted daze didn’t last long.

One moment she was struggling not to fidget, making an effort to keep a straight back and a serene air, refusing to shift her weight lest she appear skittish. The next moment she and every other guest whirled toward the sound of a crash and shattering glass.

There were cries of dismay as a handful of black clad figures invaded the room, wielding guns and oddly, bug sprayers. Sam counted seven.

“Nobody move!” one of them barked.

They wasted no time in taking hostages and Sam began to sweat. For all the variety of situations Team Phantom could handle and had been involved with, common human crime was almost entirely unfamiliar to them. She’d always been one for action but if her moonlighting as a Phantom had taught her one thing, it was that she had to consider her actions lest she make a situation worse. Sam had no idea how to approach this.

One of the infiltrators stepped into the center of the room. A wide ring was cleared around him as people shuffled backwards. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, “no one has to die tonight.”

Sam’s spine crawled. Trepidation. Anxiety. And an emotion she eternally loathed to admit she harbored: fear.

There were so many people- Sam’s eyes darted around the room.

So many people could get hurt.

A voice that sounded suspiciously like Tucker pointed out that this wasn’t her responsibility. Team Phantom focused mostly on human and ghost interaction in Amity and a timid Danny voice that was most-certainly-not-really-Danny asked if it was worth risking her, and their, safety.

Sam knew her life was fifty levels of weird and the fact that she had caricatures of her friends in her head after a few mere hours of their real counterpart’s absences was… it was something. She didn’t know. Jazz would’ve had a field day pouring over whatever that implied.

But was acting it worth it? If she went ghost and did something to get on the GIW’s radar the connection between Sam Manson and Manes would be scrutinized too closely. And if she was caught? It would be game over. Not to mention, she glared around the room through the pounding in her skull, that they might scan the guests. She didn’t want to drag Jason into anything ghostly, much less due to the necessity of escaping the government. And with Batman’s notorious stance on metas… well, she wasn’t a meta and the GIW sure as hell wouldn’t clarify that for him. She didn’t want to get on the wrong side of the so called ‘world’s greatest detective’.

So Manes couldn’t do anything here without the risk of Major Problems For Everyone, but could Sam Manson?

Whatever Sam could do needed to be done soon. She needed to act. She’d done hostage negotiations before. Granted, it was with ghosts, but she remembered the basic setup. Listen to the demand and try to talk with them to find a compromise.

Except she realized that the spokesperson had been talking the entire time she’d been grappling with herself and if he’d made any demands she’d missed it-

Sam wasn’t prone to panic, but with the stress of her parents breathing down her neck, Danny’s annual Christmas gloom, her and Tuckers desolation and vulnerability following the scramble, the mystery of Jason and the possibility that he could out her as Manes since she hadn’t realized he was human-

She couldn’t handle it.

It was all piling up and spilling over. So she might have been panicking. Just a little.

But she was a halfa, she had powers no human nor ghost possessed. She had a responsibility to help people. She had to do something. Sam wasn’t helpless. But as she stood there, struck perfectly still with a steady rhythmic pulse of pain crawling through her body and blurring the edges of her vision, with the gaping void where the frayed connection faded to nix, she might as well have been.

👻 {Boo!)

Danny thought that their expedition was going pretty well. He and Tucker had made it to the Far Frozen nearly unmolested, though the brief altercation they’d had with Baby Face Boyle was hardly worth mentioning. The natural interference of the zone made the trio’s bond erratic and the side of headache was always awful, but with Tucker nearby it wasn’t so bad; the connection liked having him close when Sam was out of reach.

Frostbite and the others had welcomed them warmly (heh) and while Tucker basked in the attention, Danny was more bashful. He was still a little embarrassed from the mishaps that had occurred when they’d trained him to use his ice. The ghost yetis didn’t seem to mind though, so long as there were no ice usage demonstrations involved, and were more than happy to help. Danny and Tucker had barely opened their mouths to ask if they could talk cores and Frostbite was already ushering them into the caverns that housed the medical facilities.

After clarifying that no, Sam was alright and no, no one was about to cease, they explained the situation the best they could.

Frostbite and the medic yeti were helpful, walking them through the basics of cores (though admittedly, it wasn’t anything they hadn’t generally known) and things like ectoplasm circulation and core surface density and the regeneration rate to core size to ambient ectoplasm ratio.

(Danny knew all that and he knew Tucker did too. His parents had cut up more than one blob ghost and they made sure the trio, Danny especially, knew what they’d found out each and every time.)

Still, they listened and Danny took notes on a little notepad. Tucker fidgeted, absently reaching for his PDA a few times before his fingers would curl and his arm would retract.

The proto-core part of the lecture was interesting, it was new, and both halfas listened with rapt attention. Humans, Frostbite said, had fully defined traits. Cores were defined and were defining, much like human ambition. Unlike human anything, however, cores were ectoplasmic. So when humans died and the natural barriers of life were forgone, those definitions were free to collect ectoplasm and forge a core with the human’s traits.

Proto-cores differed. They had a porous structure and would be hard pressed to preserve outside of ectoplasm rich environments without feeding often which the trio had known from the infamous ghostling sitting mission. What they hadn’t known was how exactly a proto-core came to be. Frostbite explained that they were made by the joining of two or more cores and were an echo of the parent cores, but only in the most basic structure. Ghostlings had no ties. They had no obsessions, no ambitions of their own. Those they would define on their own as their cores grew in size and strength.

“So wait. If two or more ghosts have to mush their cores together to make a proto-core,” Danny puzzled, “how does it get a body? Is that just a thing that happens over time?”

“The ghostling’s parents donate their own ectoplasm to help form the body. You are aware of where your ectoplasm is, even when it’s separated from you,” the yeti medic shared. Tucker and Danny grimaced. It was weird, knowing exactly where your ghost-blood had been spilled, and they knew it too well. It was still a part of you even when apart from you. That made the samples of team Phantom’s ectoplasm in his parent’s lab extra weird. They could even tell when the elder Fentons were running experiments on the samples.

“This is because it is still a part of you,” the yeti continued, unknowingly echoing Danny’s thoughts. “When given to offspring, it acts like a signal that a ghostling’s parent can sense over long distances. In a place like the Infinite Realms, being able to locate your ghostling is of the utmost importance.”

There was a bit more from the yetis about parents cycling the ghostling’s ectoplasm and how avowing worked, but Tucker was quick to circle back to body formation.

“M’kay, but what if the proto-core doesn’t have parents? Could it find a living body or something?” he asked.

The yetis frowned. “What ghostling wouldn’t have parents?” the medic asked, baffled at the notion.

“There is no such thing,” Frostbite agreed.

Tucker and Danny glanced at each other.

Danny fiddled with his pen. “So, hypothetically of course, there’s a zero percent chance that a human could have a proto-core?”

“Before you, Great One, I would’ve said yes. Now however? I will say it would be extraordinarily unlikely.”

“Great,” Danny said with a slump.

Across the link, Tucker wondered if the core was attached to Jason or if it actually was Jason’s core. Danny jotted the possibility down.

They thanked the yetis and took a quick break to check in with Jazz, who pointed out that Frostbite might be able to help Tucker with his PDA.

“He’s kinda like a ghost doctor, right? You and Sam can’t be the only ghosts with techno-parts,” she reasoned to Tucker. “So ask about it! He might be able to help you.”

Hope fizzled up in Tucker’s chest. Danny perked up too- he didn’t have any integrated technology like Sam and Tucker, but he knew their misery firsthand.

“That’s a great idea! Thanks Jazz,” Danny beamed.

“Do you really think Frostbite could help us?” Tucker asked, cradling his PDA. The accident had fused Tucker to his PDA and Sam to her camera. Now in ghost form and out, the devices were a part of them.

On the outside the PDA looked fine, new even, but to Tucker it felt like he’d been laying on his arm for hours and it had fallen asleep. But unlike when a limb fell asleep, the awareness never returned and the pins and needles sensation never went away. That was on top of the PDA being a hacked mess.

Ghosts like Shulker and Technus heavily utilized technology, but more in the sense that they manipulated the use of and overshadowed the tech rather than it being attached to their cores in some way. If Shulker’s suit was destroyed, he could make a new one with minute complication provided he could get parts. Sam and Tucker, on the other hand, couldn’t just replace their camera and PDA respectively.

Danny turned to the yetis, who had moved to a table and were hovering over something. “Hey Frostbite, so Tucker and I were wondering-”

The sudden spike of intense emotions across the bond through the unwavering obscurity shocked Tucker and then Danny, both of whom began to feel anxious as they caught glimpses of Sam’s mind.

The pain of the interrupted bond. A paralyzing fog of confusion and reactive anger. The urge to act and the inability to.

Fear. Overwhelming, all-encompassing fear.

And then it winked out, lost to the sea of static.

Tucker’s stunned dismay mirrored his own.

“-if we could borrow the infi-map!”

👻 {Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it.)

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Next: Chapter 4

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ecto-stone · 2 years

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Everything is actually a big Chess Pieces refrence ? Alway have been.

#hachi doodle #You ever thought of the moment you even removed Vlad from the main antagonist seat #all the other villain imediately got billion time more personal and scary #due to them becoming enemies during The duo dumb naive teen phase #Like for real u could have a whole desended from trying to save his wife to trying to make her a halfa after she die so she could be back #with him only to grow too greedy for power and lose her completely and in an attemp to keep her with him he got all that he want #halfa power his wife with him but at a morbrid cost of those two merged together #for freak show #Ghost royal dynamic and more fleshed out Aragon and Dora as well as pariah dark him self #Aragon have been groom and train to be the next Ghost king of the dark age section #he envy Dora carefree child hood while he got thrown in brutal trainning and lock inside the studied hall for hours without any real connect #he work is darn hardest to be a good prince evident by his battle scared dragon form #but the moment he make a hiccup #everyone already preparing to replace him with the more well beloved Dora #all mean while Dora also undergoing her own problem dispite the caring facade she feel caged by her own overprotective father #and unable to understand why the distant between her and her brother keep growing to be so big as they used to be so close #More lore for the Yeti and far frozen being the point Zero of ghost zone explain why majority of importance artifact are held there #with the addition of Yeti working with the observant into making Danny their puppet king #that only changed with Frostbite breaking the tie due to the bonding he made with the two boy #Ghost Writer being the casual looking ghost but actually one of the ommipotent one as he represent the Writer and artist working on the stor #with the libary being the ghost of Alexander libary #and it basement contain the world history silk constantly being weaved by misery vex and million of other ghost born soul #Ghost Writer the God of Story #Clockwork being master of time since his frangment is scatter across the mutiverse to keep the universe in order #Soujourn being god of space and maker of infinity map #his existence is a myth as he exist and don't exist at the sametime

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evilminji · 3 months

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You Know How There Are Those AU? Where SUPER Injured Ghosts Need To Retreat To Their Core?

No one seems to be USING that to its fullest potential! For SHENANIGANS! Because! Who?? Could POSSIBLY carry a Halfa's Core safely... but another Halfa?! A FULL ghost would KILL them. A human would be killed! What terribly precarious peril we find ourselves in! Oh nooooooo!

Well, no worry!

As much as Dani fuckin HATES this. That there is her brother. Her Template. Her Clone Daddy and Bestest of Bros. Like HECK she's gonna let him suffer for centuries and possibly DIE. She can take it, Doc! Pop him in! We'll go road tripping and-

What do you MEAN "No"?

Unstable??! Of course she's unstable! But the-.... Oh.

Turns OUT? Dani? Can hitch a ride in DANNY for Emergency Medical Aid... but NOT the other way around. Her body is too loosely held together. He would parasiticly consume her from within. Instead of feeding off her Ecto System like injured ghosts are supposed too, because she's a CLONE? AND an unstable one at that? His Core would just... see her body as free ectoplasm. All of it.

He'd eat her.

Which mean Frostbite can not and WILL NOT allow that.

But he's HURT! That big, off screen, cataclysmic Fight To Save Everybody From *cough cough mumbles* and settle us all in the DC universe, REALLY messed him up! What are we supposed to DO!? He can't STAY like this!!!

Enter-> My FAVORITE DCxDP Trash Ship! Vlad&Lex!!! *horrified screaming from the crowds, someone shouts "oh god, no! Please!"* Ha! There are no gods here, silly billys! Only two terrible, terrible HIGHLY Dramatic, self serving, incredibly damaged, gay peacocks. In Business Suits that cost more then your house is worth.

They're AWFUL~♡

And! Vlad was sent ahead to lay the ground work. Insure there would be no GIWs. Also because no one could stand him and his EXTENSIVE criminal record. But that's besides the point.

But!

You know what he found? A Business Nemesis. Who he routinely dates and/or Dramatically Hate Fu-*coughs* I mean, attempts a Corporate Take Over(tm) off. You know how it is. Business. He ALSO gets to make it no secret he's a "Meta", thanks to the INCOMPETENCE of one Jack Fenton, because that- *seething rant*

Yet? Dispite his STILL burning hatred for Jack? And his finally letting go of Maddie? You know what he STILL wants?

For Danny to be his Son.

*Gets a call from Frostbite*

...............soooooo........ what you're SAYING is..... I can be pregnant with Daniel.

You, Frostbite, need ME, Vladimir Masters, THE ONLY OTHER HALFA, to carry Daniel around inside my body, in what to all appearances resembles a pregnancy, in order to heal him. Because I am an Older And Stronger Halfa Upon Which He Relies.

*instantly begins plotting*

Just? Imagine. Vlad is a FUCKIN LIAR. No one but him would even KNOW what was going on! He just? Rocks up one day, like? *falsely demure* "oh I couldn't POSSIBLY has any scotch, Lex! >:) I'm eating for Two~☆" and just? Deals the MAXIMUM amount of psychic damage he can.

Probably says it at their weekly, public, Veiled Threats Brunch.

It makes front page news. Luthor choked on his eggs. The paparazzi lost their SHIT. Vlad is doing the FULL Celebrity Mom Thing. The classes. The photo shoots. The Gucci sunglasses as he peruses high end strollers. All while HEAVILY suggesting that not only is "The Baby" Lex's.... but that he's going to withhold the child and deny Lex any access.

Danny isn't even aware. He's in a lovely lil medical coma. Dani is trying to find a good spot to plop down Amity. She just know Vlad is being... Vlad. Meh. He can handle it. Dan? He's not even IN the human realm and is not sure he wants to be.

But over in the LEAGUE? Everything's on fuckin FIRE.

Kon is losing his SHIT and Clark is thousand yard staring into the void. Kon's half brother is in the hands of a... Less Then Ideal... Meta that Batman is PRETTY sure is highly suspect. Might be a deliberate weapons experiment. Certainly is a hostage. And the DRAMA.

Lex has never been worse.

He might actually stab his...partner? Vlad. At the hospital. The SECOND the child is born. There are already long term kidnapping plans in the making. He's hiring lawyers. Getting VICIOUS. There have been talks with DEATHSTROKE. By BOTH OF THEM.

Clark wants to cry.

@hypewinter @ailithnight @nerdpoe @hdgnj @the-witchhunter @mutable-manifestation @babbling-babull

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #Vlad With A Baby AU #Peacock War AU

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puppetmaster13u · 3 months

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Prompt 188

Pariah stares down his muzzle at the scrap of a ghostling hissing up at him, still waking up from an eternity of sleep. Something he honestly hadn’t expected to awaken from any time soon, even if it had been several thousands of years.

But that was not important at the moment. No, what was concerning him was the fact that there was a ghostling, practically a fetus really, with itty bitty fangs bared and tiny wings puffed up in an obvious attempt to make themself look bigger.

Not to mention the fact another ghostling tried to attack him from behind the moment he leaned down to get a better look. Which meant moving very carefully to not accidentally crush said ghostling while dislodging them from the spikes across his spine.

Ugh, he’d just woken up, why was there a pair of ghostlings in front of his prison? Where was whoever had decided to free him? …

…

Please don’t tell him that the sarcophagus was opened by a pair of ghostlings that shouldn’t even be out of their caretaker’s nest yet. Alright. How did they even get- Why is his Keep in this location? Where is, ah, there Fright Knight is.

Please do tell him you at least know what’s going on, because while feeling quite better than before his mandated nap, he’s also not up for active conquering or anything close at the moment. Actually he still feels exhausted and- would you stop trying to bite him tiny ghostlings-

Oh Realms, why are there two hatchlings this sick?! One had one of the worst infections he’s ever seen, and he became an adult in the middle of the Zone’s warring days! The other- dear Flame, what is he even looking at?! Why are their cores like that?! What in the Realms’ Name has happened while he was imprisoned that there are ghostlings with cores looking like that?

No no no, he has eternity to continue conquering if he wishes to attempt that again, but he has to fix this immediately. If there is something wrong with the Nesting sites where ghostlings arrive and form to the realms then there is something very wrong.

…

Why is there a literal tear in the Zone?! Ow, stop trying to bite him you tiny ghostlings, he’s not setting either of you down until he can figure out how to deal with this and get you medical care! Fright Knight, you’re in charge of investigating this portal-tear, he’s going to see what the fuck has happened.

Heroes and civilians alike are very concerned about the multitude of literal dragons suddenly going all across the midwest and would really like answers now. Perhaps also answers as to why several government buildings have been (seemingly accidentally… maybe) wrecked? Maybe? Please?

#Ghosts are Dragons Au #Dcxdp #Dpxdc #Prompts #Danny is like a newborn to Pariah #Vlad is like a feral 2 year old #That was left to fend for itself out in the woods while being sick #Pariah is a very stressed dragon king who just discovered halfas #Amity is Very Concerned because A they’re in the Ghost Zone and #B up until this point they have not seen any ghost-dragons anywhere close to as large as the adults #The Zone is in chaos (they were expecting Pariah to attack but he isn’t and they’re Panicking)#Vlad & Danny could have maybe escaped if they actually worked together but that hasn’t happened #They’ve gotten adopted and no complaining to Frostbite or Clockwork will help

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nerdpoe · 7 months

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Tim is on a list for an Organ Donor; a...slightly experimental list, as it's very possible to live without a spleen, but he'd still like one back.

People can live without spleens, sure; but as a vigilante it's very difficult. Every little cut is an infection risk, and interplanetary work is nearly impossible for how immunocompromised he is.

So while spleen transfers aren't super common, and are still technically in the testing phases, he signs himself up for a donation if one that's compatible with him comes his way.

It does; a John Doe that just dropped dead has a spleen that matches his blood type and flesh type and HLA.

It's perfect!

He feels bad for the guy, a kid two years younger than him, but he takes the spleen.

His body actually takes to it pretty well!

Phenomenally well, even!

Which, of course, is when everything goes to shit.

He starts going intangible. He gets random bouts of hiccups where he loses the ability to obey gravity. He starts going temporarily invisible when he sneezes.

On the plus side, he hasn't gotten sick at all. In fact, he's healing scarily fast.

He's not dumb.

He traces it to the spleen, and concludes that John Doe must have been a meta or cursed.

Danny, meanwhile, wakes up from his nap in the morgue and missing a spleen. He can go to Frostbite and get another one, but he has to find the dude who apparently had a Halfa's spleen experimentally shoved inside him.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #story prompt #phanfic

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flamingpudding · 5 months

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How to human

Nightwing was sure he was being watched. He had been in the hero business long enough to recognize that feeling. The little irk, whisper in the back of your mind and the little hairs standing up. He was being watched. A part of him felt honored. He had gotten a little stalker like Tim had been to Bruce once. So, on some days, he made sure to do some extra flips and air acrobatics. No, he wasn't showing off to watchfull eyes, shut up little wing. But whenever he turned to the direction he felt eyes on him, he found nothing. He was worried that he was getting as paranoid as Bruce, but at the same time, he swore that someone had started watching him during his patrols, especially whenever he was in Gotham.

Red Hood grew more and more frustrated as the days passed. This wasn't his first time dealing with little stalker but usually, the street kids of crime alley knew when and when not to follow him around. The kid that was currently following him? The little shit was reckless af. Red Hood going to bust a drug deal? He felt that freaking kids eyes on him. Getting into a fight that ends with a shot out? That little shit was still there watching instead of leaving. But the kid was good, Hood had to admit that. Whenever he turned to scowl the little shit, they were gone. They avoided him the moment he puts his attention on them. But just the kid wait, he will get them one of these days. He was not having as much fun as his brother with his little stalker.

Spoiler preened at the attention she was getting. She had a little stalker! Not Red, not Orphan, not Signal, not Robin but her! She had a stalker of her own. Like Nightwing and Red Hood! There was a little kid interested in her and following her around during patrols. She probably shouldn't, but she did end up teasing the other about it. It most likely wasn't good either, considering all the things that could happen during their patrols. But aside from that it was an interesting feeling to have a little shadow that somehow can avade you. Just like Nightwing and Red Hood whenever she turned around or tried to actively look for her little stalker there was no one. But she knew the kid was there. Compared to the idiot boys Spoiler had gotten some cookies from Agent A to lure out her little shadow. Saddly the kid had been a no show but they did take the cookies when she had looked away for a moment. And a giggle told her that they liked them. She was at least making process in getting to k ow her stalker.

Danny, Dan and Ellie, after decades of having lived among ghosts in the ghost zone when realizing they didn't age like their human family, ended up spit back out to the mortal realm. (Clockwork had gotten fessed up with the Phantom trio and decided HE needed a vacation from them and Frostbite mentioned sending them to the morals would be good for their halfa health. So the decision was made pretty quickly, let the humans deal withvthe ghost kids for a while. He will force the trenchcoat magican, that liked to poke around too much, to check up on them sometimes.) The problem was, they kind of forgot how to be human. So what did they do? Follow around the one human that caught their attention and learn how to human again from them. To bad that the humans that caught their attention happened to be vigilantes and they only ever seemed to be the most interesting when they dress up at night.

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ghostbsuter · 5 months

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Danny had everything under control! He did!

It's dark out, time ticking to zero, and he's desperately trying to hide the baby yeti along the shadows of the alleys.

He's so so dead. Even more than he is right now. Turning full ghost even.

When Frostbite finds out that he'd taken his eyes off Snowdrift for five seconds and ended up in the living realm with no preparation, very short notice, or plan, he will never trust Danny with babysitting again!

Oh ancients.

"Hey there— is that a yeti?"

Great, a hero.

Swirling around, Danny stands in front of Snowdrift, hiding their form barely, their fluff and form peeking from behind the legs.

"No—"

"Greetings! My name is Snowdrift!"

Danny glances at the yeti cub as they stand next to him.

"Snowdrift, this is a stranger danger situation, remember what I told you about those?"

The cub peers up at him, confused. "Name no name and call for Dad?"

The teen nods.

Snowdrift looks at the hero, and a light bulb goes off. They quickly slide back behind Danny's form, simply peeking from the side now, curious.

"You saw nothing." The halfa turns to the hero, grinning nervous yet threatening.

"I'm not sure this is how it goes—"

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fic prompt #writing prompt #RANDOM HERO! CAN BE ANYONE!!!#snowdrift (oc) is frostbites kid! they go by they/them but can use he/she too!#frostbitr literally gave danny ONE JOB and he messed up bad #trying to get tthis yeti toddler home without being caught (Fail)#he ends up getting help from the hero duh #but still #his pride is done for #snowdrift has no idea of human customs #dc x dp prompt #local teenager babysitting yeti cub more at 11

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glow-worms-are-believers · 7 months

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Sewing Club (dp x dc)

This had all started when Frostbite had asked Danny why he'd never changed out of his hazmat suit. Danny had assumed it would've been useless to try since the one time he had put on any of his normal clothes on as Phantom, they had disappeared when he turned back human and when he went ghost he was back to the hazmat.

According to Frostbite, though, ghosts could change clothes, as long as they had been made by ghosts. At first Danny had been ecstatic, and he'd rushed to the nearest ghostly tailor where his hopes had been crushed. Because ghost clothes were apparently very expensive and very in demand, ten-year-long-waiting-list kind of in demand.

That was when Danny had had a brilliant flash of inspiration. He was a ghost! Which meant if he made his own clothes, they wouldn't disappear into the void! Which brought him back to today, taking sewing classes two states over during summer break.

"That's good, those stitches are looking neater," Alfred said as he passed by Danny's chair. The halfa smiled up to the older man before bending back down onto his needle and thread.

This was not how Danny had thought the summer would go. At least he got some free cookies out of it.

#alfred pennyworth #sewing #this is very random haha #Danny joins Alfred's sewing club #those people have all the juiciest gossip #dp x dc #dc x dp #roxpoxwrote #roxpox

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rboooks · 11 months

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The bakery is a front!...Right? Part 2

Danny can practically feel Peter's glare through the small window between the front counter and kitchen, trying to melt his ice core. He isn't sure what he did to earn the man's ire but it was getting sort of old after two weeks.

Peter's brother, who almost always steals food and drinks between customers, wasn't nearly as bad. Danny didn't mind the loss, as he is beyond rich that he could fund his own country; he just found it odd that Alvin tended to put whatever he stole in test tubes.

He used to seeing street kids' having sticky fingers, but not ones with this particular habit. If he hadn't witnessed Alvin taking an entire bagel and stuffing it into a ziplock bag after another filling another test tube with the ghost theme latte- it was just color dye green and the foam shaped into a blob ghost- he would thought the guy was gathering samples of his merchandise rather then stocking up on food. Not that he could blame him.

Not knowing where their next meal will come from makes it understandable that they horde any food they can. Yes, the pair of brothers were close to his age but they been on the streets since Peter was fifteen and Alvin was thirteen. They had apparently took off in the middle of the night after Alvin was violently outed and his scum of a father tried to break the gay out of him.

They haven't spoken much about their past besides that, but Danny didn't need any more information.

Alvin is remarkably good at taking things without anyone noticed.

The only reason Danny caught on to what he was doing was because this was his haunt, and his ghost side had growled in outrage the first time Alvin swiped some samples of various coffees. His human side just thought it was hilarious.

After a while, the part of him that was Phantom recognized the two as new members of his haunt and now purred whenever they took stuff. Phantom's desire to provide for those under his protection made it hard for Danny not to slip and purr or rub himself against people like a creepy cat.

Phantom also had this mysterious allure to humans. Sam and Tucker let him know after the three came across the Phan Club led by his old classmates. Paulina wanting to marry him wasn't a one-time thing. Almost all his classmates wanted to marry Phantom because a part of him influenced their attraction.

Halfas were like that.

Frostbite said halfas were close to sirens and that annoyed him more than anything.

His ghost side wasn't mansplain, manipulate but rather manwhore. At least with enough exposure, people developed immunity to his allure, so Danny ignored all the love-struck eyes made at him.

Danny still very clearly remembered coming back for his junior year, walking into the hallways and causing multiple jaws to drop.

Sam and he had broken up at the beginning of the summer, so she only blinked at his sudden appearance, but Tucker had been blindsided.

"Dude, don't take this the wrong way, but you look delicious"

Danny had fallen for him just a little for that alone.

The two of them dated all junior year with Sam's blessing but agreed they were better as friends by the end. It was awkward, but the three got past that, spending senior year snickering as various people tried to ask Danny out.

Danny was petty enough to admit he enjoyed turning them down, citing their past treatment of him as a "never going to happen". Breaking the hearts of the A-listers was a special kind of joy, especially Dash.

After taking the time with Elle to further develop his ghost side, he hadn't realized the big difference between him and the other halfas.

Vlad's accident case him to form over time, after getting ecto-acne, and the years he spent in the hospital were him repeatedly dying only to be brought back seconds after, by the ectoplasm forced into his face. It is no wonder he lost his sanity and became violently obsessed with his parents.

In the creation of Dan, Vlad's mind had finally been accessible to his human side again. The future Vlad was more mellow sure, has taken him in with a kind heart but that was because he had been more human then ghost. The ghost side no longer had his parents around so its vengeance was no longer needed ans it cleared up the maddness.

It was like his image of a human hand been painted over by his ghost. It didn't blend.

Jazz had realized this, and then after speaking to his parents, they vowed to help him. Surprisingly it worked, and now Vlad was not a fruitloop. Unfortunately he may be something far worse.

Vlad was now his parents' boyfriend. Ugh. It didn't help that it had been Vlad that given his parents a grant all these years, who had taken care of the family from afar, and that he was a gentle soul. Jack had named him godfather of his son because they grew up together and had always know the sweetheart hidden within.

His coming back from the dead madness had rekindled old feelings, and his mom admitted she had felt something for him too.

Ew.

Ellie was influenced by her ghost side too. She was a clone, but her core form first, and unlike the other failed clones, she was more like a ghost who learned to be human. She gave in more to her spirit urges, only really eating and sleeping because she thought they were fun. Her ghost was painted over by her human side, but it was a well balanced collage.

Danny was a single painting with two figures side by side.

Since his accident perfectly split his two parts his human side kept his ghostly influence at bay until he was about sixteen, where slowly but surely, he allowed his two pieces to start to fuse.

That's why Dan had gone off the deep end when separated from his human side. There was nothing hold his urge to protect after his loved one's death and his ghost part saw his human half trying to get rid of him as betrayal, so it reacted by betrayung his protective obsession- by destroying everything it could and eating Vlad's ghost only fueled his crazy.

There had been times when both his ghost side and human side were separated that didn't cause this. When he was spilt by Fenton Ghost Cather, his ghost side took the responsibility while his human became even lazier than average. That didn't mean they had different personalities, just that some aspects of themselves were futher away.

It was like his soul multiplied rather then broken. It's why he was able to stay sane, he didn't reject any part of him.

It just didn't help with their fusing his ghost was affecting humans and him. He now had to deal with even more love-struck eyes. Worse, according to Vlad and Frostbite, Danny was now entering his mating stage, and he was honest to Acients nesting.

The building next door that he had bought and developed to have decent-sized cubicles with warm beds meant to house the homeless was now mostly occupied by children.

Phantom was almost always purring, seeing street kids slowly move in. He offered them food, work, a roof, and warm water. The cubicles could be considered dorm rooms-a bed, desk, and small cabinets that were savage from other kids who sold them to Danny enough for them to walk into and sleep when it turned dark. Some leave in the morning, others stay, but Danny doesn't mind.

Maybe that's why Peter hated him so much. Alvin was weak to Phantom's charm and Danny knew a thing or two about older siblings trying to protect thier younger siblings from parent's bigotry.

Jazz made a face when ghost hunters got near him before the reveal. They weren't in danger anymore, but knowing that and relaxing around what they saw a threat were two very different things.

Peter and Alvin Draper appeared a month or so after the whole Scarecrow's incident. He didn't mean to run into the supervillain, knocking the man over in the middle of his villian monologue.

He had been too busy trying to get Sam and Tucker- dated in senior year and the last two years- to agree on the main decor for their wedding. Even after they got engaged, it was still Danny who smoothed their bickering to notice that he had stop breathing again.

Sometimes he forgot.

It took the guy stuffing a needle into his arm, the liquid already being cleansed by his ectoplasm before fully settling in his bloodstream, to realize this wasn't another Gotham citizen casually wearing a gas mask.

This was the reason people wear gas masks.

He punched the creep away from him, effectively allowing the heroes to lock him up. But in doing so, he put all his goons out of work. He hadn't known until two days later Andres had nervously walked into his bakery with a resume.

Andres had been the Scarecrow's right-hand man trying to get money for his dying mother, who had cancer. Danny didn't know what to do with a guy whose only valuable skill at a bakery was speaking Spanish but if he wanted to get out of life of crime then who was he to stop him?

His resume was impressive, but it was mostly how to handle illegal chemicals and torture, so Danny set him up as his cashier and co-baker. A few days later, Andres had carefully suggested other goons from Scarecrow's crew who needed jobs, and Danny found himself fully staffed that same day.

More people began visiting him for work, and Danny didn't what to do with them half the time.

Sighing, he placed the newest batch of ecto-cookies in a box for Manolo to take to his mother. The kid is rocking on his heels by the entrance. He is new to the streets after getting thrown out by his mother's ex, but now that she was cleaning up her addiction, Danny hoped he wouldn't be seeing him around the streets as often.

"Peter is going to shoot you," Andres said, looking at the man with the streak of white in his hair practically foaming at the mouth when he saw the small boy arrive for his delivery run. "Want me and the boys to take care of him?"

Danny glanced up to catch Alvin ducking his head, face a healthy red hue. The guy had been staring at him again, which meant Peter was being overprotective again.

"No" He tells Andres, putting the boxes in a little red wagon for the boy to tug around. "I'll handle him."

He walked by the brothers, Alvin already trying to sneak a box away. Danny quickly moved the wagon away from him. When there was nothing to cleanse, ectoplasm worked like a potent energy drink, and honestly, Alvin did not need more of a reason to get less sleep.

Alvin pouted when his chance to steal a cookie failed.

Cute Thought Danny

Our children will be gorgeous Responded Phantom Make Alvin mate.

Danny ignores Phantom to smile at Manolo. He slips into Spanish, quickly crouching down to be at eye level. "Hi buddy. How is the new sweater treating you?"

Manolo's dimple shows as he pulls the sleeves over his palms. "It's warm. I like how fluffy it is."

Phantom cooed, and a soft purr escaped him before Danny clamped down on the sound. "I'm glad. Ready for another day of deliveries?"

"Yes!" The ten year old chirps snapping the list of names and address out of Danny's hand. The baker laughs, pulling our his wallet.

"I know I can count on you, so I'll pay you upfront. If anyone gives you tips, you can keep them," He says, handing the boy five hundred. Manolo beams, pocketing the money and scurrying away with his wagon.

I want a baby Phantom whines

I'll eat a bagel later, Danny promises.

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#dc x dp crossover #dc x dp #part 2 #Danny is practically a siren #hes in the middle of mating season #he and phantom are one but also not #Peter is Jason #alvin is Tim #the bakery is a front!...right?

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