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radiance1 · 1 year

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A random au thought that I barely thunk up before splotching it on here.

So basically, Danny, Sam, and Trucker are doing some bullshit thing and somehow manage to create a whole ass world out of a tabletop game they were playing or something.

Basically DnD I guess.

But anyways, the three create this world so that they can play and do whatever they want. All three of them have legends about themselves from the npc's they's inhabited the world with.

Tucker is the Pharaoh of the night less desert, known as Duulaman. Freeing the citizens from the rule of the Tyrant god Abanoub and brought peace and prosperity to all across the land.

Sam is the Queen of Nature known as Terra, directly on par and sharing interests with Mother Nature. Her legend is that she freed the Forest of Vita and defeated a powerful void entity who sought to use the powers of Gaia to further its own ends for power. Joining forces with Mother Nature who almost fell to its corruption to end the void being once and for all.

Danny, known as Astraeus, unlike the other two, have two different aspects to his legend. Prince of the undead, and the constellation Star Child.

The first one as you should know, is basically Danny being the prince of ghosts, wherein in the world they made the ghosts (and extending too other undead), were disorderly and running rampant among the other races in the continuation of a war that should have longed ended. So, he rounded then all up and took control because the person who was originally supposed to be doing it was... indisposed.

(Cough, real reason is that Pariah Dark somehow got his ghostly hands on the world cords and was like "Hmmm, my son's world is awfully boring time to spice things up" and then shit happened.)

Which in turn, ended the eons long war between ghost kind and the other races.

Constellation Star Child is one he kind of got on accident, his friends made a joke about him being the spawn of death and time itself and being molded from a star. Which the npc's took seriously.

Also doesn't help that he goes out to explore the void and space around their world on numerous occasions to identify any threats that would require his attention (Which is literally just an excuse so he can go and explore space to his hearts content.). And whenever he comes back, it's like a shooting star falling down to earth.

So, after they've done all of their adventures and when it was time for them to just scrap this world and move on. They just, couldn't.

This world grew extremely on them during their time in it (Despite the unexpected inclusion of Pariah Dark), and they just didn't want to destroy it so they just, stayed.

Not like stay stay, more so they come back to it a lot more than they should. Fermenting themselves as these deities or god-like beings who protect and care for their followers or something.

They created a space for the three of them to converse, known simply as the council. A realm sitting on the plane of reality between the world and the void, basically heaven but not really heaven?

Anyways.

So, continuing on with this, the trio splits apart, a feud in reality carrying into their game world that caused Danny to just leave and explore the calmness of the cosmos so he can clear his head.

Sam went to Mother Nature to talk about it and seek aid about the recent crack in three's friendship.

Tucker just went to take care of his kingdom and confide in one of his trusted advisors, much like Sam.

This is when something unexpected happened. Danny never came back to that world, not as if he went back to his reality.

He just never came back.

Something is keeping him from going back, some powerful threat that he's keeping at bay with all of his might while out in the endless nothingness that is the void.

With the absence of his presence, a powerful void creature who managed to slip between the cracks of Danny's notice suddenly sees he's not there anymore for an extended period of time and has its sights on the core of the world, Gaia, and the two goddesses protecting it. Mother Nature and the Queen of Nature.

To distract the one known as the Pharoah, it managed to find what remained of Abanoub and gave him some of its power to combat Duulaman.

Abanoub worked behind the scenes, slowly rising back to his prime state of power and with the added power of the void entity, he managed to corrupt the roots of Duulaman's kingdom and sow discord.

Unfortunately for Abanoub, it couldn't exactly kill Duulaman, so it instead caught him by surprise and put him into eternal slumber.

The void entity who named itself Akasa, just like the previous one. Sought to use Gaia as a power source, but not just the core, but the two goddesses as well.

And with Duulaman and the Star Child of death out of the way, it was free to do so however it wished, though not to say it wasn't extremely careful when it enacted this plan.

Sam didn't know that Tucker was sent into eternal slumber, nor that Danny was never going to come back as soon as she hoped he would. So, when she went to the council and found that she was the only one there, she knew something was wrong.

Mother Nature was attacked while she was on a different plane, with such a coordinated attack on both her and Gaia by Akasa, Abanoub's army, and a recent addition, Chiwa the undead duchess' pawns. She unfortunately fell and became nothing more than power source.

Sam tried, oh she tried. But in the end, after a drawn out battle between her, Akasa, Abanoub, and Chiwa. She fell as well, with the added power Akasa gained from Gaia and Mother Nature, now with the added source of the Queen of nature. He was basically unstoppable.

That didn't mean all hope was lost, with the last bit of her power, she managed to seal all three of them to specific areas.

Abanoub, the Night less Desert. More specifically Tucker's throne.

Akasa, the realm between the world and the void. The council.

Chiwa, the blood lake of the eternal lady.

Their forces were still at large however, with the ghosts under Chiwa's command wishing to continue the war from eons ago. Abanoub's armies spreading across the world to take over their various kingdoms and be forced under his rule.

All two wished to free their master's, who in turn promised to free Akasa when they were free as well.

The rest of the races didn't take this laying down at all, immediately going to war and managing to hold their ground relatively well.

Both sides were at a standstill, with Abanoub, Chiwa and Akasa sealed they lost a signifcant portion of power.

Whereas with the Star Child gone, the Queen of Nature captured, and the Pharaoh of the Night less Desert sleeping, they couldn't push forward no matter how hard they tried.

So, what did they do?

They came together and summoned people from another world of course!

And who did they summon?

The Justice League.

#dp x dc #sam manson #tucker foley #ghost prince danny #mostly a background thing #Pariah Dark #briefly mentioned but he's there #the Justice League get summoned to help a world currently at war #take the ramblings of a drunk man #(I don't actually drink so hahefhae)#I may be cringe but I am free #Had this in my mind for a split second and it just snowballed from their lol

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mutable-manifestation · 1 year

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The Heart of the Matter Ch.2 (part 4)

@kyrianclawraith, @jesimilu, @bleuyellow93, @ocearnawrites, @undead-essence, @violet-catsarelife, @sunsetdew0101, @tsukihimeyfan, @the-legal-shipper

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All ghostkind speaks of Pariah Dark in hushed whispers.

He is formally titled the King of All Ghosts or High King of the Infinite Realms.

His subjects have different titles for him.

The Tyrant King, they call him.

Core-crusher.

Thrall-keeper.

The last title manages to be the most horrifying of them all.

A skeletal army stands at his beck-and-call, unable to do anything else.

They weren’t always skeletons.

A few millennia into his reign, he discovered something new to do with his enemies.

Instead of crushing their cores, he took to changing them.

Binding them.

Controlling them.

He reduced thousands to will-less slaves who could do naught but scream inside their own minds while their bodies obeyed his slightest whim.

To fall in battle against Pariah Dark was to lose one’s very form, to lose one’s freewill.

A fate worse than destruction.

And when the Tyrant King is finally sealed away by the Ancients, ghostkind rejoices.

Nature abhors a vacuum.

The position of High King of the Infinite Realms is necessary, and not just to keep order among the various afterlives that exist therein - though that is incredibly important.

Beyond even that, the High King is the humming core of the zone itself, maintaining the veil between realms and ensuring the safety of both worlds.

Ghosts are meant to pass into the land of the dead, some souls must return to the land of the living, the cycle marches on.

Doors must open, but they must also close.

The living and the dead are meant to remain separate.

Pariah Dark lay sleeping in his sarcophagus.

Nature abhors a vacuum.

The crown has only passed down twice, both times by combat.

Legend has it that the first High King was the will of the zone given form.

It never sought to rule, a simple little thing that flitted about closing stable portals down, opening temporary portals for new ghosts, and shepherding fading spirits to the Zone’s heart for their soon-to-be return to the cycle.

Always with the same emotionless expression.

Ghosts sought it out for access to the human realm - which it sometimes granted - or as a third-party in disputes - but it did not speak.

Already, war and chaos had crept into the once-peaceful realm. As the number of dead increased, so too did the infighting.

Friendly combat was one thing - being dead, there was little true harm that could befall them - but things escalated far beyond that point as the collective beliefs of the living bloomed gods and devils into existence, all howling after whatever power they could obtain and more often than not butting heads in the process.

Not that the ghosts of the dead hadn’t already begun seeking that same kind of power for themselves, but the added structural divisions only managed to escalate hostilities.

The second king was one of the first sapient beings to die, and had been dead long enough to see those first peaceful centuries.

He wept at its loss, at the blooming rot of terror and violence.

And when he heard of the ghost referred to as High King only half in jest? He sought it out.

Many had challenged the being before, seeking to subjugate it for on-demand access to the living world or simply to claim the title of High King formally for themselves.

All of them failed.

The to-be second High King did not.

When he looked upon the first and its title he saw more than the potential for power.

He saw the potential for peace.

He could become that mediator that was so badly needed and keep the zone stable all at once.

He rallied his once-fading will, trained his power, and sought the being out.

And so the second High King fought the first and claimed his victory. But there was no core to be found when he reached into his enemies’ chest.

It is said that the moment the second High King drove his hand into the chest of the first, the being’s expression changed for the first and final time: it smiled.

Then, in a flash of light, the being was gone, a crown bathed in green fire floating in its place above the new king’s hand and flooding him with power he’d never imagined.

The second High King of the Infinite Realms brought about the return of the peace he had so sorely missed, bringing stability to the land of the dead.

The title itself became formal and true; countless kings of countless factions challenged his powers and his claim, and countless kings bent the knee.

Some tried to steal the newly named Crown of Fire, but it never changed the outcome and it always returned itself to float above the High King’s head.

They could have their factions, but fighting decreased with the newly available mediation option - and the fact that the new king would put an end to fights and mediate them anyway, less favorably for those who started it since they didn’t seek his council of their own volition.

Nothing lasts forever.

A member of an ancient race on a planet called Aik’lan dies and becomes a ghost named Pariah Dark.

He is dead for barely more than a century when he grinds the second king’s core to dust between his hands.

When he places the Crown of Fire on his own head, it stays.

He is power-hungry. The land of the dead alone does not satisfy him. He hungers to return to the land of the living as a conqueror, to become the ruler of All Things.

He starts as a tyrant and a core-crusher.

He only grows worse with time.

The second king’s right hand ghost swore loyalty to the crown, but one can only tolerate so much. They finally lash out, enraged, when Pariah attacks the last king’s closest friend.

Pariah has done enough research by now; he rips their core from their chest and mounts them on a ring that feeds the would-be usurper's power straight to him in a sick perversion of the first king's legacy.

It is eventually named the Ring of Rage, for the constant, spitting fury that leaches into the air around it whenever it lies on the High King’s finger (always).

Pariah’s rule is as dark as his namesake.

The Ancients lock him away as a group, and the crown refuses to remain outside of the sarcophagus.

The crown is passed down by combat.

There is no High King.

Nature abhors a vacuum.

No one saw Pariah coming.

Not even Clockwork - so young, then - lost as he was in admiring all the different paths reality could take, missing the poison at the river’s source in favor of all the lush, winding branches.

He could have swam upstream, of course - when he finally noticed the change in kings and the monstrousness of the new one - could have changed the past to save the future.

But the second king only ever gave him a single order.

“Never interfere with that which has come to pass, Clockwork. Learn from it, but look only to the future, and make your mark on the world that will be rather than the world that was, lest you drive yourself mad in pursuit of an imagined perfection and grind the world to a standstill.”

He held those words close to his core as he watched Pariah Dark’s past, present, and - most importantly - his future.

Clockwork reaches out to the other ancients, and Pariah Dark is locked away.

He is not defeated.

The High King sleeps, and the Infinite Realms turn on without him.

But Nature abhors a vacuum.

The Observants were originally historians, marking time as it passed them by.

When Pariah Dark is sealed away they turn their many eyes to the future.

Clockwork sees too much, they agree. He is too unfocused.

Let him lose himself in his possibilities; they will be there to watch what shall be and to rouse him from his wanderings when he is needed to avoid that which should not be.

It doesn’t take long for the Observants to develop a taste for power.

In the absence of a high king, lower-kings and faction leaders seek out the Observants for mediation - after all, what better stand-in than the council that even an Ancient would obey?

The Observants grow used to control.

It isn’t difficult to hide their own actions when they make so obvious their refusal to act.

They mediate discussions, yes. They observe.

But whenever something requires action, they always seek out Clockwork.

No one suspects the growing collection of dormant cores hidden away in their shared lair. Their dissenters disappear - for all anyone knows they just got sick of arguing and went back to their lairs.

A small abuse of their future knowledge has dissenters-to-be taken out before they can appear.

By the time Clockwork discovers their actions they have him trapped in a web of contracts he can’t escape without ending up as another dormant core in their collection.

He spends the next hundred thousand subjective years reviewing as far into the most likely futures as he can, sick of being blindsided with nightmarish outcomes that he failed to anticipate and determined to find every crack in the collar he unthinkingly wrapped around his own throat.

The Observants find a possible future that ends in their cores being crushed not a thousand years out - their little collection won’t stay hidden forever if it stays in their lair. They need somewhere to put it.

Then they remember the Oan.

A living species had once found its way into the land of the dead.

The Oan, they’d called themselves: a species seeking to create an interstellar peacekeeping organization to manage their ever-growing universe.

They’d been seeking an energy source for the framework they’d made - which unfortunately demanded more resources to power than they were capable of providing.

They had sought to bargain with Pariah Dark, hearing tell of his crown and ring after a short time in the Zone, and too blinded by the potential to acknowledge the horror inherent in the tales.

Pariah Dark is not a bargaining kind of ghost. He is a possessive one.

He could not deny how useful having a group of combatants in the living world would be, but why bother bargaining when they needed him and he did not truly need them? What did they have that he wanted?

He would give them their power source in exchange for absolute obedience, signed away and promised in the form of gifting him their souls.

He would accept nothing less than complete and utter servitude.

But the Oan sought peace, and Pariah Dark’s warfaring ways were made clear in short order.

Of the five Oan that entered the land of the dead, only one left.

Pariah Dark butchered four of the Oan down to their very just-forming cores and allowed the last to flee with their injuries.

Let the Oan learn to fear and respect The King of All Ghosts, a being able to kill that which cannot be killed.

The Observants have a taste for power, but they are willing to make compromises - both to hide their indiscretions and to obtain a foothold in the human world.

The Observants use their collective power to reverse-summon one of themselves to where the Oans had first entered the Zone from, bearing news of Pariah Dark’s defeat and an offer of peace and alliance.

The Oans, still unsuccessfully hunting for either a power source or a successful alternative, take the news of their species’ personal boogeyman with relief and the offer of alliance and energy with glee.

The Oans get their peacekeepers, the Observants get a foothold in the living world, and the collection of cores disappears from the Observants’ lair.

3 billion years later, Pariah Dark is freed from his slumber to wreak havoc on the Ghost Zone and the human world.

Danny Phantom’s allies stand against Pariah Dark’s reawakened thrall army, and Phantom stands alone against the Ghost King.

Pariah Dark formally accepts the challenge - he and his crown and ring against Phantom and his little suit.

Pride cometh before the fall, and fall Pariah does - right back into his slumber.

Phantom alone forces Pariah Dark back into the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep and holds it shut long enough for one of his own to lock it shut - as much as he will hate that Vlad was considered anything of his, even for the purposes of a fight (though he’ll find it funny that Vlad is painted as a pawn in the battle despite him considering Danny to be one at the time).

The crown does not go to him.

A child-ghost has never defeated a king before. When nothing happens they think, perhaps, it didn’t count.

The High King still sleeps in his sarcophagus, they assume.

But the crown does not go to the sarcophagus either, unmoving. Waiting.

Clockwork waits.

Danny Phantom’s core reaches maturity the day after he turns 18, on the fourth anniversary of his death.

Nearby ghosts watch in shock as the Crown of Fire races through the Zone.

It ends its merry flight atop Danny Fenton’s head, arriving at the exact second of his death, crown passed for the third time.

Danny Phantom is crowned High King of the Infinite Realms at age 18 and formally coronated two months later.

The Observants drown him in backlogged paperwork to hide their indiscretions.

Clockwork is unable to speak on the matter without an inciting incident or a direct question, bound as he is.

Two years later Hal Jordan locks eyes with Jason Todd, and Clockwork smiles and requests an audience with The Ghost King.

#dpxdc #danny phantom #dcu #Observants🤝Guardians of the Universe #Pariah Dark being horrible #mentions of body horror #I mean it's Danny Phantom related so #lol #History of the High Kings

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trinoxtrinox · 1 year

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A party to be remembered through the ages (Part 6)

Ectoberhaunt 2022, Side Chaos. Prompt: Costume Party

Summary: Danny, Dora, Pandora and Frostbite arrive to the party. History is learned and shenannigans ensue.

Author's note: I've finally finished this part XD I swear this one was becoming longer and longer the more I worked in it and it seemed like it never ended XD Now I only have to work on the Epilogue with the aftermath of the party and I can finally call this "One Shot" over XD

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“Oh yeah, before I forget. Who are you dressed up as Pandora?” Danny had already parked the Specter Speeder, and after opening the door of it and locking it down once everyone got out, he was now floating in the direction of Johnny and Kitty’s door.

“My costume is that of Kagu-Tsuchi, the creator of the Ring of Rage and Crown of Fire, and also a dear friend of mine whom I haven’t seen in a long while.” The Ancient of Hope answered, sight turning upwards as she reminisced of the past.

“Really? I would’ve thought that you’d be able to see him whenever you wanted.” Frostbite inquired, standing beside her and tilting his head slightly.

“True, but he wanted to remain hiding from the rest of the realms, and I shall respect his wish.”

“How come?” Danny asked this time, floating towards her friend’s face while turning upside down.

“Well, Kagu-Tsuchi was last seen during Pariah Dark’s coronation, so I can only think that he went into hiding after that and has yet to return.”

“Thanks for the info, but I meant, how could you’ve found him if you wanted?”

“Oh, oh! I know the answer to that! Can I answer that one!?” Dora’s eyes were shining so much that they might as well be flashlights in their own rights, and the small hopping in place she was doing was another thing pointing to her excitement at being able to talk what she knew about the Ancient present before her.

“Be my guest.” Pandora’s smile was visible, and she extended two of her arms in the direction of Phantom so she could take central stage.

“As the Ancient of Hope, one of Lady Pandora’s many powers is the ability to make all of her hopes a reality. I suppose there are some limits to that, but there is no widespread information about that.”

“You’re right on that, I have my limits as well, however I won’t be revealing them. I like having an edge over my enemies after all.”

“Well, I think that’s enough for now, we came here for a party, have we not?” Frostbite reeled the conversation back a bit, now standing before the group with the door to the lair at his back.

“Yeah, we did. I’ll knock the door now, please try not to start fights in there that I’ll have to break down, alright?” Danny asked his friends as we positioned himself in front of Johnny and Kitty’s door, head turned so he could look at everyone who was behind him. Nods were the answer he got from every single one of them. “Great, now let’s have some fun!”

Danny knocked on the door to the pair’s Lair, and after a few seconds it was opened by Shadow, who at the moment was dressed up with a sword on his hip and a helmet on his head, it might’ve been the most simplistic one but the figure of Fright Knight was still recognizable.

“Heya Shadow, I brought my friends over, I suppose the party started already.” The halfa remarked while listening to the music that was blasting through the lair, Embe’s voice easily recognizable with her vocals. Shadow meanwhile simply let everyone inside and closed the door behind them.

The Lair was the interior of a bar, a big one considering that Pandora was able to remain her full size with enough room for her to float around comfortably should she wish to do so, with more than enough space for all of the ghosts present to be able to walk or float around without colliding into anyone, and considering that there were at least about 100 ghosts present, that was a lot. The bar extended through the entirety of a wall, drinks stacked on a shelf with a mirror placed above them, stools on the other side of the bar for any ghost interested in getting a drink by any of the shades from the lair. At the center of the room there was a stage where Ember was currently playing one of her songs dressed up with a pink tunic and a baby blue one folded around her hip, sandals instead of her classic boots and a hairdo with a double braid that went around the edge of the hairline, with the rest of her fiery hair at low intensity, giving the impression of her hair being a small bonfire.

“Oh, it’s been so long since I’ve seen anything related to Sapho at all, I almost forgot about her.” Pandora mentioned while looking straight to Ember McLain, who was in the middle of a solo with her guitar.

“Sapho?” Danny asked, looking back to her figure as he floated upwards so he could be eye to eye with her.

“Yes, Sapho was a songstress and poet famous across the realms for all of her verses revolving around love, a love so intense she felt all the time that it was theorized that her obsession was love itself.”

“Ok, but how is she a historical figure?”

“That’s easy young Phantom, Sapho was Pariah Dark’s songstress, and one great enough to calm him during his many anger induced temper tantrums. Normally she would sing about her own love, and I remember hearing a Lyric of hers as well, but to Pariah she sang and spoke about her perception of his love for conquest and power.”

“Huh, I didn’t know there was someone who could calm down that old fart. What happened to her?”

“She faded. No one knows for certain how she managed to do it, but she somehow fulfilled her obsession and lost her tether to the Infinite Realms, moving on of her own volition.”

“I’m happy for her then,” Danny looked at Ember once more, eyeing her full costume with a more detailed glance, “she was able to leave on her own terms, and even if she had a calming effect on Pariah, it shouldn’t’ve been her responsibility in the first place.”

“Yes, and that’s the biggest reason why Sapho is considered a historical figure through the Infinite Realms.” Pandora put one of her many hands to her chin, “say, do you think she’d be willing to have a ballad at my Lair sometime soon?”

“I don’t see why not, though you’ll have to ask her yourself to be sure.”

“Got it, thanks for your help little one, I’ll go talk to her now.” And with that Pandora left Danny’s side, floating towards the front of the stage, waiting for the flame haired rocker ghost to finish her song so she could talk to her. Danny meanwhile turned around and looked out for his other friends, who left his side while he was talking with Pandora and were now missing.

Flying around, Danny began searching for his other friends so that he could at least know the general area where they would be in, Pandora he could trust fully since she’s part of a queendom that’s connected to the rest of the Infinite Realms and is strong enough to protect herself should something happen, however Dora lacks the strength to do so (hence why her royal guards asked Danny to keep an eye on her) and Frostbite, being from the Far Frozen, was secluded enough from the rest of the Realms that he most likely has no basis for how any social interaction should look like.

“Oh, I wasn’t aware the Great One had so many sparring partners,” Frostbite’s voice could be heard coming from near a window close to the bar, in front of him was Skulker and Technus, the first one being covered from head to toe with light tan to pink color, a mask covering the lower part of his face (or the mech’s faceplate at least.) and a bow in hand [Fuma Kotaro]. Technus meanwhile was dressed up as himself, only it was his first form, wearing a lab coat and with a haircut that resembled a pointed afro if the hair was also thinner and with a pointy end towards the top.

“I wouldn’t call myself a sparring partner of the whelp.” Skulker retaliated to the insinuation with a bit of scorn in his voice, leaning over the wall he was placed next to. Technus meanwhile started to laugh at that, it was a good naturedly one, but still, Frostbite was left uncomfortable if his side-eyeing was something to be interpreted that way, sight switching between the mecha ghost and the technological inclined one.

“Hey there Frostbite,” Danny came in in a clutch, ready to save this almost certain future trainwreck of a social interaction, “everything fine here?”

“Yes Great One, I was talking to these 2 and I interpreted your relationship with them as some sort of rivalry based on sparring sessions, was I wrong in assuming that?”

“Haaaaa… That was a good laugh my furry friend, but no-” Technus cleaned a tear that was rolling down his check from the laugh as he said that, a squeak of Danny upon hearing his friend being called a furry largely ignored by everyone present, “-we aren’t sparring partner, for I, Technus, Master of all things electrical and technological! Am not a sparring partner of the ghost child, he is but the biggest obstacle of my objectives in the human world.”

“I only care about getting the pelt of the whelp hanging on the wall of my lair once I manage to get my hands on him.”

“I consider them all more of frenemies than anything else to be honest.”

“Wait, we’re frenemies?”

“I thought that was obvious.”

“Whelp, I literally go out of my way to hunt you down.”

“Yeah, and we banter all the time, I thought it was a game by now?”

“Ghost child, am I a friend of yours?”

“Frenemie, not friend, don’t mix them up.”

“How does that make our fights suddenly a game!? I’m literally wanting to peel you alive!?”

“Ok, first off, Ew! And second, I treat most fights like a game nowadays rather than something serious.”

“Does that mean that I can gain free access to the human realm now?”

“If you stop wanting to conquer the world all the time then sure.”

“Awesome, I’ll make sure to keep all my ploys for world dominance for the weekends then.”

“How could you treat our fights more than a game than something serious?”

“Sorry Skulker, but I don’t want our playtime to be over so soon, so I have to dial down on the intensity when fighting you”

“You seem to have quite an active and interesting group of ‘frenemies’ Great One.” Frostbite stepped into the center of the trio of ghosts lifting his hands to all of them to calm them down a little. “Would any of you mind doing a small spar session with me? I must admit that I’ve neglected a bit of my training with adding variety to the opponents I face for a long while.”

“Oh! I, Technus, master of all things electrical and technological, shall accept your challenge!”

“I’ll stay back for a bit, I need to process what I just learned.”

“Sorry for the worldview shift Skulky, I’ll stay with you for a while so you don’t get lost in your thoughts.”

“Very well, let us find a proper place for a duel and then we shall begin this glorious battle.” With that, the leader of the Far Frozen flew away with Technus in tow, looking for Johnny so he could give them directions towards the place their spar would take place, leaving Danny and Skulker floating alone together in an awkward silence.

“Sooo, who did you end up dressed as?” Danny tried to break the metaphorical ice.

“Fuma Kotaro.” Skulker answered automatically, sight still far away to the distance. “A ninja when human and the best hunter that the Ghost Zone has ever seen.”

“Wait, I thought you were the best hunter of the Zone.”

“The best current hunter of the Zone, Kotaro faded a long time ago, but his legends still survive to this day. His biggest accomplishment was getting inside Pariah’s Keep and stealing some stuff of his.”

“Doesn’t that mean that he wasn’t a hunter?”

“Don’t insult him in front of me Whelp,” Skulker instantly casted his pondering and worldview shift aside in favor of defending the already gone ghost, “Fuma Kotaro didn’t only hunt ghosts and some living beings, he also hunted information and objects as well.”

“Geez, chill out dude, I was just asking.” Hands on the air, Danny replied to that confrontational defense hoping to deescalate the situation. “I had no idea who that dude was, take a chill pill dude.”

“You know what? That’s a good idea.” Skulker left the wall and began walking towards the bar, “I'll just drown my shattering worldview in some drinks until tomorrow where I'll be more relaxed and’ll properly process everything.”

“Woah woah woah, please don't do that, I don’t want you making something you’ll regret later when inebriated.” The halfa put himself between the hunter and the bar instantly, not wanting to see anyone become as drunk as Skulker is implying to want to be.

“Move aside Whelp, I know how to control myself, this isn’t my first time drinking.”

“Can you promise me that you won’t drink yourself into blacking out nor forgetting what happened today?”

“There’s no need for that, if I forget what happened today I won’t be able to prepare for our future encounters. I want ecto-alcohol to help me process everything, not forget everything.” A scoff escaped his metallic lips as he once again began floating towards the bar, this time unobstructed by Danny. “I’ll see you next time I hunt you Whelp, I don’t think I can take any other revelation of yours before then.”

Danny observed as the mecha moved further away and finally reached the bar, looked how he left his own mecha and let his small self reside on the palm of his extended hand that resided supported by the wooden surface, lifted his own minuscule hand and asked a copy of Shadow for a small drink.

“He didn’t get to hear about the Ancients at all.” He muttered as he watched him grabbing the thimble like glass and downed it in 3 gulps before asking for another one. Shrugging, the boy floated away and continued exploring the place, hoping to find the last friend of his, Dora, before she found herself in a shenanigan he would have to help her get out of.

“Kid, kid!” Johnny 13 came rushing towards Danny’s side, waving his hands in front of him while doing so, “so glad you could make it, you can join the fun now!”

“What do you want, Johnny?” He asked crossing his arms

“Nothing! Can’t we have some fun with the games over there?” He asked while pointing to one of the corners where some ghosts were crowding around a TV and some ghosts with apparently some white controllers that could not be discerned from their current position

“Aha, and what’s the game?”

“Just dance 2020, we got it a few days ago and chose today to let anyone else know.” A smile spread across his face while saying so.

“And the catch?”

“Ugh, fine. Kitty and another girl are sweeping all the competition, and even though I love my girl, I want to play WITH her, not AGAINST her.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll play with you once I find my friend so I can at least know she’s safe.”

“Don’t be a spoilsport kid, just dance one song with me and then you can go your merry way round to check on your friend.”

“*sigh* How long do the songs last?”

“Awesome, let’s go now before the girls pick someone else to embarrass with their moves.” Johnny grabbed Danny’s hand, not answering his question as he dragged him along for the ride.

“Johnny, you haven’t answered my question. Johnny!”

“They’re short, now don’t be a coward and challenge the girls with me Kid.”

“Fine fine, let’s just get this over with.” He grumbled as they both now began parting the crowd so that they could challenge the current champions of Just Dance, a few complains and good luck exchanged as they weaved between the crowd and pushed some ghosts around to advance properly, until finally they managed to reach the empty space where both girl were waiting for the next challengers, and the first thing that came out of his mouth was- “DORA!?”

“Oh, Sir Phantom, you have to play this game with us, it’s such an enjoyable experience.” Dora went over to him and began dragging him into the empty space, giving Danny a controller immediately for him to begin playing alongside her and Kitty, who was standing beside her chewing on some ecto-bubblegum.

“We still need a fourth player though,” Kitty said as she bopped a bubblegum balloon, “Hey Danny.”

“Hi there Kitty, and well, Johnny should be here any second, he’s the one who dragged me here.”

“Coming, coming,” Johnny’s voice could be heard as he tripped onto the ground upon exiting the mass of ghosts surrounding them all, “ouch, those guys are brutal. The moment you were whisked away they piled up over everyone to see what was the fuss with you and the new girl.”

“Ouch, it seems your costume managed to survive at least.” Danny winced a little as he began taking note of his costume finally, looking him up and down as he analyzed the clothes he was wearing. Johnny’s costume consisted of a black armor, green belts all over himself, a black cape with a red interior hanging from his shoulders that was tattered thanks to the scuffle getting through the crowd, a red hijab and a green wig of long and fluffy hair that reached the middle of his back.

“Yeah, it better be, I cashed in a favor to grab a real armor after all.” he replied as he stood up and began dusting himself off, accommodating some of the belts that got themselves out of place and putting the hijab back in order.

“Here Johnny, let me help you.” Kitty moved over and helped her boyfriend with the last details of his costume, including a little ectoblast job on the rips to essentially cauterize the rips back together. Her costume consisted of a red battle skirt accompanied by a blouse of granate color, some dark green armor covering her and boots of the same color. She kept her braidlocs intact, however a theme could still be seen between the pair of ghosts that shared a lair.

“So, who are the two of you supposed to be dressed up as?” Danny asked incredulously, or maybe not so since some ghosts began muttering between themselves in the crowd, also curious to the answer that would be given soon.

“Well kid, we’re dressed up as Pariah Dark-”

“-And his wife Altigita Tago.”

“Huh, didn’t know that old fart had a wife, that’s surprising.”

“Damn, why don’t you drag him down the mud too?”

“What!? His personality was garbage anyways and it’s not like he’s the prettiest ghost out there to begin with.” Danny defended himself with crossed arms.

“Will you play or what!?” A random ghost from the crowd shouted, startling 3 of the ghosts present in the clear space for dancing.

“We’ll start in a moment, I have already selected a song for us all to play, and am now awaiting everyone to get into position to begin our dance session.” Dora answered the call from the crowd, surprising the distracted trio that were still talking about Pariah until a few seconds ago.

“Well, guess this’ll be a girls versus boys battle.” Kitty let a smile take over her face as she got herself in position and took the control back.

“We can’t lose here Kid.”

“We won’t, don’t worry. Dora makes me have some dance lessons whenever I go to the Dragon Queendom, there’s no way I can be that far behind.”

“Huh, didn’t expect that.” Johnny gave Danny a controller while keeping another one for himself.

“Guess today’s full of surprises. Now let’s see how we do against the ladies.”

“You said so Kid, let’s win this dance off.” And with a smile thrown by everyone, Believer by Imagine Dragons began playing on the screen. Danny and Kitty ended up dancing as the models from the left, while Johnny and Dora danced to the rhythm of the right model, all four of them following the song to the best of their abilities, and even though they all had experience in dancing, the differences between them all began showing off. Dora was able to follow the moves she could recognize perfectly, however there were some she couldn’t recognize, and that costed her some points; Johnny and Kitty could recognize all the moves on virtue of the pair owning the game, but the precision of their own moves left a bit to be desired in their wishes to have a perfect dance, and Danny, being the only one familiar with the games as well as having assisted to the classes Dora forced on him, was the one with the most advantage of the ghosts present, even if he rarely ever got perfect moves.

By the end of the song all of the ghost crowd was cheering and clapping and hollering and doing the equivalent-thereof with their own appendages. The wait for the final score was tense, however once they were revealed, 1 ghost ended up lamenting, another one resigned, and the last 2 high fived each other.

“Woohoo!” “Yeah! We did it!” Danny and Johnny celebrated, witnessing how the scores were pretty close all things considered, with the sum of each pair only differing by a few hundred points.

“Congratulations on your victory Sir Phantom.”

“Yeah, that wasn’t half bad Johnny.”

“Thanks Kitty, say, do you want to grab a drink and then have another dance, just the two of us this time?”

“Sure thing, this is leaving me a bit tired anyways, I gotta get a break.”

“Well, while the hosts leave for a drink, do you want to dance another song, Dora?”

“Yes, I do. Thank you kindly for inviting me to a dance.” The queen bowed slightly and turned to the screen, waiting for the halfa to pick a song to dance to.

“Well then, I think I’ll pick… Wait a sec, is that a Stop Motion song?” Danny said as he noticed a certain song's initial screen having a model that looks nothing like the normal ones Just Dance has, with it being a panda bear wearing a yellow raincoat and boots, and it actually clearly being a real thing instead of something animated in a computer. “Ok, I have to see how this song is danced, I can’t imagine how they made it work with Stop Motion.” And with the simple click of a button, Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra began playing, easing in everyone watching into how the stop motion would work for the game pretty easily with an introductory scene.

A few more minutes passed as they played the song, and eventually it came to an end, both players' hands extended to the sides as a final nod was given to the screen and a cheer was heard from the small crowd once again. Danny put the controller down, and Dora copied him, herself rubbing her forehead a little with her palm as if cleaning out any sweat she could’ve had had she been alive.

“That was very fun, but now I wanna check on everyone else, will you be good being alone for a few minutes? I promise to come back soon.”

“Sure thing Sir Phantom, please make sure to enjoy your stay at the ball as well as I do.”

“I’ll have it no other way, be back in a bit Dora.” And with that Danny parted ways, looking for the place where Pandora and Technus were having their spar, yet not finding the place where that was taking place at. Eventually he sighed and resigned himself to not being able to watch them brawl at each other.

“Guess I’ll look out for Pandora now.” Resigned, Phantom went to look for the tallest ghost that was present in the party, however that search got interrupted when one of the walls of the lair got destroyed once Frostbite came crashing down through it, ice arm in front of him and only a little singed, clearly having been used to block an attack from whoever he was fighting against.

“This is the most fun I’ve had in a fight in years! Show me what else you got!” screamed the yeti as he stood back up and conjured a spear out of ecto-ice, pointing it towards a robot created by various appliances full of green lines and black accents, where one screen showed Technus’ face.

“I, Technus, shall show you what else I can do in this new and improved mechanical body of mine!” he shouted as he pointed a muzzle located on the back of his hand towards the Ancient of Medicine and Care, before a small lighter was lit on in front of it, and what could only be described as a mini flamethrower of ridiculous proportions took action, bathing Frostbite in the green flames, as well as part of the interior of Johnny and Kitty’s lair, and the clothes of some of the ghosts present, ruining their costumes.

“Hey!” “Watch where you’re pointing that!” “Why did you bring the fight inside!?” “Do you have any idea how long it took me to make this costume!?” “Technus, I don’t care that we’re dependent on you for technology, but the moment you add a single singe to my costume I’ll END YOU!” And many more complaints were heard as the fight between the ghosts waged on and the pair ignored everyone around them.

“Oh my, that is a lively fight, isn’t it?” Pandora stood next to Danny as she watched the fight continue, witnessing how Frostbite was now creating a snowstorm inside the lair in order to turn off the fires that were being spread around, as well as the ones coming from the weapon the other ghost managed to integrate into himself.

“I need to stop this.” Danny said to the air as the fight began to move towards the bar itself, what with Frostbite giving a lateral swipe with his spear against Technus, cutting one of his basically mecha arms off and pushing the rest of his body towards it, crashing into the stools that were there and hitting his head against the border of the table, momentarily disorienting him.

“There’s no need for you to do that Young Phantom. Frostbite knows how to measure his punches and maintain control of the battlefield.” Technus stood up, turning the screen to see the arm that wasn’t there anymore, and then returning his sights to his opponent.

“Yeah, that doesn’t mean that things won’t be getting worse still.” Danny and Pandora tilted their heads to the side, a reflected blast of Technus passing between their heads as Frostbite shouted an apology to his friends as he let the small ecto-ice shield dissolve into the air.

“Who destroyed the boxes of the fearsome Box Ghost!? Beware!” Danny snapped his face to the side to look directly to the Ancient of Hope.

“Pandora no.”

“Pandora, yes!” A spiteful smile spread through her face as the corners of her mouth reached further and further into her face, slowly actually reaching her eyes. Just before they managed to touch each other, she turned around and began frowning on her own accord. “Box Ghost! Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you!”

“Gah! Beware… my escape!” “Get back here so I can enact some spiteful punishment right this instant!”

“Deep breaths Danny, just like Jazz taught you, deep breaths.” he began inhaling and exhaling rhythmically in a 4-7-8 seconds beat, 4 to inhale, 7 to hold and 8 to exhale, calming himself down a little as blasts, screams and clouds of smoke that were rising all around him, with some ghosts cheering for the battles and others running away from the fights inside an enclosed space.

“You ruined my dress. How dare you ruin my dress!?” Puffs of smoke came out of her mouth and nose as Dora transformed into a dragon, filling the space slowly at the same time as Technus took control of the set up for Just Dance and took it to replace his missing arm.

“Deep. Breaths. Danny.” his voice was strained as he closed his eyes and brought his hands in front of his face clasped together in a futile attempt of calming his nerves.

“I, Technus, master of all things technological and electrical, shall bring your defeat!” “Woah! Watch the fire!” “You are one slippery ghost” “The Box Ghost shan’t be trapped again by your retribution!” “Hey! Stop destroying our Lair!” “No wonder the Great One is in such good shape fighting ghosts like you all the time!” “Johnny do something! I’ll corral out the bystanders meanwhile!” “You got it, Kittens! Hey, Phantom! Calm your friends a little, will you!?” “Who dared to burn my guitar!?” “Someone save the drinks!”

“Enough!” Danny shouted so loudly he managed to drown everyone’s voices, after which he instantly fired an ectoblast between Frostbite and Technus, put an ice wall between Dora and her next victim to her fire, and put up an ecto-shield around Boxy to protect him from Pandora’s wrath, “We are leaving this party. Right. Now.” The intensity with which he said those words were enough to cause everyone to lose their voice for a few seconds.

“”But young Phantom, what about my spiteful retribution?”

“I don’t care, we’re leaving.”

“I suppose I won’t be able to finish this fight then?”

“No, we’re leaving.”

“But we’ve barely been in the ball for a pair of hours.”

“I promise I’ll take you with me to the next party I have, but we’re leaving now.”

“You can’t do that to us young Phantom, we can continue our battling if we want.”

“Pandora, I greatly respect you and Frostbite, but right now I don’t care that you two are Ancients, nor do I care that you’re greatly enjoying your spars, we’re leaving. Now” Once again that last word was uttered with such intensity that only those really stupid or really brave were able to even make a sound at that moment.

“Sooooo, can I get out of the bubble?” The Box Ghost asked incredulously.

“Not until Pandora leaves Johnny and Kitty’s lair, I won’t risk her grabbing you and making a run for it.”

“I would never do that!” she defended herself aghast at such an accusation.

“Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t do that.” Danny put himself in front of her and crossed his arms, waiting for an answer he knew wouldn’t be positive. “That’s what I thought. Dora you leave that poor ghost alone right this instant or I’ll revoke my promise to invite you to my next party.”

The ghost dragon instantly retracted her head from just above the poor victim who didn’t even notice was about to be eaten and began whistling, claws on the front to show she didn’t have anything hiding as well.

“Well done, now get ready Frostbite, we’re leaving.” Danny turned around towards the door of the Lair that connects to the rest of the Infinite Realms, not waiting for his answer.

“Can’t I at least finish this fight?”

“... I trusted you Frostbite, you’re the most responsible of the group, I trusted you!” The disbelief at such a betrayal was palpable in the air, the emotions running rampant there making it all the way to the other end of the Lair and even to the outside of the lair itself through the whole that was busted by the fight previously.

“I’m sorry Great One, I shall leave immediately.” The yeti hung his head in shame as he said so, turning his face towards his opponent, “I enjoyed the fight while it lasted Technus, goodbye.”

“Ughhh, if you two really wanna have a fight that badly, then I can spar you both next week, is that good enough for you?” Danny asked as he opened the Lair’s door and let the other 3 ghosts go out before himself.

“Oh yes I love that idea, I haven’t got the chance to see you fight before after all.” Pandora’s excitement could be tasted with how intense she was feeling it, and the smile that lit up the entrance told the same story.

“Sir Phantom is a formidable fighter, I’m sure his abilities will be up to your standards.” Dora replied as she floated outside, voice drifting and growing softer as she began retelling some of the stories of his fights that she’s heard around in the rumor mill of the Infinite Realms.

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ectoplasmicsoda · 2 years

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Pariah Danny Father-Son au. How exactly does the adoption happen and how does Danny learn about it?

Okay normal non ship sane anwser: Probably happens after Danny is forced to be come King. Pariah says ???? No thats a Baby I'm gonna become his dad so he can LEARN SOMETHING

[Insane ship anwser because jtsmy birthday i do what I want: Danny actually is his father in law after Pariah marries his son so. Go figure?]

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp pariah dark #mentions of crown royal

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lwh-writing · 7 months

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Ghost King Isn't the Only Title Danny Has

Okay, so you how monarchs can have multiple titles? Like how the heir to the English throne is both Prince/Princess and Duke/Duchess of Cornwall? And how monarchs can get titles and epithets that just stack onto their preexisting names/titles? Like "Catherine the Great" or how Daenerys gets her famous list of "Stormborn, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, etc."?

Well, there are dozens upon dozens of names for the Infinite Realms. The Ghost Zone might be what Amity Park calls it, but there have been hundreds of names for it throughout history. The Afterlife, Sheol, Heaven & Hell, Purgatory & Limbo, Valhalla, and so on and so forth.

So when Danny finally gives in and lets himself be crowned, he doesn't just become the Ghost King. Oh no. He is crowned "King Daniel Fenton, First of His Name, Protector of the Infinite Realms, Defeater of Pariah Dark, Liege of Fright Knight, Ice Mage of the Far Frozen, and Hades of the Underworld."

And then a few months later when Danny inevitably gets summoned and pops up on the Justice League's radar, there's some serious side-eyeing going on because 'Diana, why didn't you mention your uncle looked like a teenager? Why does one of the most powerful gods like to hang out in teenaged form anyway?'

Just... give me an unknowning Danny accidentally inheriting a niece along with the crown, and that niece just so happens to be Wonder Woman.

#dpxdc #dc x dp #danny fenton #ghost king danny #wonder woman #danny accidentally becomes wonder woman's uncle #if anyone can recommend a fic that'd be lovely #i don't want to have to write my own but i will if i have to #writing idea

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ew-selfish-art · 9 months

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Dp x Dc AU: It’s not the usual suspects trying to summon the undead this time, and it’s proving to be a massive headache for John Constantine. They seem...Competent.

When John sniffed out a new plot to summon a ghost, he kind of laughed it off. Ghosts were not more than shades of the people/creatures they used to be, without all the right resources and enough buy in from the greater spirits of the Infinite Realms, most entities that came thought might scare some kids at a slumber party but that was at most. Plus, kids were scary resilient these days thanks to the internet, so really, John’s not worried.

Then he hears about the gathering of artifacts and he has to care a little more. He learns that one Jasmine Fenton is involved and he’s... Surprised. She’s got a public record of dismissing her parent’s inventions and causing stirs at supernatural conventions (not to mention a great reputation as a research focused psychologist). Jasmine’s credit cards report a great deal of cash (refunded to her account by an unknown off-shore account) being taken out and her location is right next to the last place anyone could find a shard of the Crown.

Yeah, that Crown. The Infinite, ancient blessed and deity cursed one. John had meant to get around to investigating if the shard of obsidian (fire forged) was legit, so he begins to set his sights on Jasmine for a ‘chat’.

Then Sam Manson, a scary ass Heiress, pulls up in a limousine and all but kidnaps him and dumps him outside city limits. She tells him that he’s been cursed for the next 48 hours to stay out of their city- If he comes close, any plant will identify him in a heartbeat and come to life to kill him. (Fun fact: there are a goddamn lot of plants surrounding this stupid town, even the dandelions are forging knives to kill him.)

THEN worse, Red Robin gets on his ass about cybersecurity of all things. Turns out another player, identified by the moniker TooFineTooFurious has been tracking John’s phone and has been rummaging around official JLD documents- How was John supposed to know that keeping his passwords on the notes app could be hackable? Red Robin declares him incompetent and John can only sigh, crush his phone and move on.

That all leads him to the summoning portal in front of him in this weird ghost themed high school gymnasium. It’s far too competent. It gives him goosebumps even before he can read out that they’re summoning the King of the Infinite Realms himself. John clicks the panic alarm on his JL communicator before engaging with the Trio before him.

They’re not wearing any capes, no candles are lit, but this is the scariest cult he’s ever seen. Jasmine Fenton, ghost denier, Sam Manson, Heiress and Plant Witch (?), Some other dude with a beret and fucking DRONES (he considers this might be the man who hacked him). John pleads with them, they don’t know what they’re trying to do. Pariah Dark will kill them all, eat their entire planet for breakfast!! Everyone rolls their eyerolls at him, and he’s taken aback by their nonchalance.

Plant guards grab him and a drone has a laser sight on his forehead. He fights but is subdued- They’re almost done chanting when Superman, Green Lantern, Red Robin and Cyborg all appear. Despite their disruption- the chanting ends with the green illumination of the circle. Despair fills the air.

And then- Poof- a groaning young man appears.

“Dudes you have no idea how unhelpful the Infi-map is sometimes. I was lost for like weeks and CW was being such a bitch ab- What. Wait, who are all- Holy shit did you guys summon the Justice League?” The Ghost King in full Regalia stared back at them in questioning concern. The three summoners start bitching at the monarch and John... isn’t sure if this is going to be an interdimensional incident yet.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dc crossover #dp crossover #danny phantom #red robin #cult summoning but it's just your homies #jazz fenton #john constantine #justice league dark

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on-leatheredwings · 2 months

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Sleepover

Yandere! Damian Wayne x (Fem!) Reader

romantic > summary: During a sleepover, Damian makes his first foray into infatuation. > word count: 1605 > [ a/n: i just love writing from the yandere’s point of view! Damian is 19 or college-age here. honestly not much plot, just musings~ i will try to write from the Darling’s POV next time hehe.]

This must be love.

“Wow, Damian… I’ve never noticed but your nails are so pretty,” you compliment, satisfied with the boy’s upkeep. Damian feels his heart thrumming against his ribcage. You are holding his hand.

Not for the first time either, but the thrill never fades.

If this had occurred a year ago, before Damian learned of how casual (generous, even!) you were physical affection, he might have dumbly stated, “You’re holding my hand.” Instead, he simply thinks it, on loop, in one long string.

You’re holding my hand. You’re holding my hand. You’re holding my hand.

Unbeknownst to all this, you simply paint his forefinger with a stripe of green so dark it looks black.

“If we’re going to do this, it’ll be by my rules,” he had said.

In reality, if you needled him any harder, he would’ve accepted pink nails with glitter on them. Who cares? There wasn’t anyone who dared to make fun of him at school. Not to mention, it’d be obvious to everyone that you painted them. You'd be marking him as yours, essentially. And at night… well, Robin wears gloves.

“Hn. How so?” Damian asks with feigned coolness. Mainly because he wants to hear you praise him. In your hushed, awed voice. When he dreams, you often sound like that. (And he quickly pushes that thought away.)

You look at him pointedly, grinning. Oh, he’s not so slick. You acquiesce to his whims anyway.

“Your cuticles are impeccable and your nails are finely trimmed… I’m impressed. Don’t you do martial arts, too? Crazy they aren’t more dinged up.”

Martial arts. That was supposed to explain his abnormal strength and fighting capability, the one time you saw him nearly break a man’s wrist for trying to pickpocket you.

You accepted the excuse with only a little suspicion.

“It’s simple grooming.”

A catlike grin forms on your face. “Hm~ I don’t knowwww… Seems like you may be trying to catch the eye of a girl – you know, girls look at stuff like that.”

Damian frowns.

He’s infatuated but not delusional. He’s aware this ‘sleepover’ is pretty platonic on your end. After nails, it’ll be skin care. Maybe you’ll even do your makeup and take goofy pictures with him. You’ll laugh and platonically huddle against him during a movie. You may doze off on his shoulder while he’ll be committing your every dewy, moisturized pore to memory.

Because of Damian’s (self-admitted) social awkwardness with your peers, you think that gives you some sort of elder sibling-esque edge on him. You are the social butterfly, leading a naive, but well-meaning social pariah through the perils of young adult life. You don’t know you are so much more naive than he is, and he adores that.

Rather than addressing the question, he snorts. “When are you going to turn on the movie?”

You hum, completing his nail’s first coat. “Oh yeah, that’s right!” You grab the remote and press play. You continue painting, gingerly admiring his long, golden brown digits. Damian preens at the attention.

As the movie plays, you pause often to look up and gape at the screen. It’s a horror flick, and boasts an abundance of cartoonish gore. While a bit more sensational than something he’d put on, he likes your dark taste. An annoying teenager gets their head hacked off with a chainsaw. You laugh and Damian feels his heart sing.

There’s a chime that rings through Wayne Manor, and he has to bite back a groan.

“Pizza’s here!” you cheer. You begin to get up when Damian whips out his card in an instant.

“I’ll pay.” To his delight, you gape in surprise, cheeks warming.

“Oh… Thanks, Damian!” You never quite get used to him paying for things, but you at least know by now not to argue. You grab his credit card and – thank God – your fingers brush against each other. It sends the most pleasant trill down his spine. “Since you’re paying, I’ll go bring it! I won’t be long.”

A corner of his lips quirk. “I’ll be pleasantly surprised if it gets back to this room at all.” You stick out your tongue on the way out.

As soon as he hears your footsteps disappear down the hall – such clumsy, loud steps – Damian’s attention falls to the messenger bag you threw to the ground of his bedroom. He knows your diary is in there. (In his mind, he can hear you protest, It’s a journal!)

He’ll be quick. He flips open to a random page, and he already is laughing at your writing style. There’s little care for capitalizing letters and full of what you explained are “emoticons”, despite being handwritten. He flips to today’s entry, half-finished.

February 01.

there’s a guy in class who’s pretty cute… one may even say HOT xP

Damian’s jaw tightens. He knows exactly who you’re talking about, and he won’t allow that neanderthal anywhere near you. At least, not again. Yesterday, you told him that your crush had smiled at you. Brushed fingers with you when passing papers. In the only class you have without Damian.

(Also, “your crush,” he scoffs. What a juvenile concept. You and Damian share something much deeper. His feelings for you are not so trivial.)

The semester is still young. Damian can pull any string to land himself in your anthropology class.

The rest of your entry for today (and the past days prior) isn’t anything notable except for when he’s mentioned.

stressful day, but at least i have tonight with damian to cheer me up. he’s seriously the best …. i should tell him more often !!! (but it’d give him an even bigger head)

He doesn’t even attempt to stop the smile splitting his face.

Damian’s keen hearing catches you striking up a conversation with Alfred in the kitchen. Despite your promise, he knows you will, indeed, take long. You love talking to everyone, even in passing. It’s an admirable quality, and one he envies.

He unlocks your phone and rifles through some messages of yours. He uses his own phone for documentation purposes. What else is there to do… He spies your jacket on his bed.

There is a shameful thought and Damian’s heart skips a beat. It is… frankly, it’s humiliating as a concept. Yet he’s enticed. It’s your jacket, after all. He brings it to his face delicately and inhales, almost shyly. Once he catches the familiar scent of your body wash, however, he allows himself to breathe it in. After being lost in it for a few seconds, he rips it away.

Only to see his father standing in his doorframe.

He knows what this looks like. Damian knows what this looks like. After years of working with the man, Damian can hear his thoughts as if they were his own, as they happen.

Damian just smelled your clothes. Even if it was investigative in nature, he could’ve retrieved a sample some other way. Someone’s personal journal is open on the floor. A phone that he knows is not Damian’s is unlocked and displaying text messages. All these things are splayed out in a circle around him. It’s uncharacteristically messy of him, as well. Damian’s own phone is actively on his camera. Was he taking pictures? And most notable is the absence of you.

In summary? Damian must have some interest in you. And by this sloppy job, it’s quite emotionally charged. And at his age, it’s likely romantic.

Damian’s skin rises to what feels like a boiling heat. What is Father going to say? He can’t stop him – he can’t. Damian doesn’t even want to talk about it, let alone be reprimanded. A feral need to escape bubbles underneath his skin. Despite the panic, he channels years of League training and hardens himself.

Bruce watches his son’s expression morph from dazed, to fearful, to steel, in real time. From Damian’s seat on the floor he offers his father only silent defiance. Bruce knows his son, his darker needs that stem from his cruel childhood. And perhaps he should’ve expected this to happen someday. Bruce exhales, eyes closing. When they reopen, his slate-grey eyes are firm and hard.

“No one gets hurt.”

And by that, Bruce means no one dies. Because Bruce and Damian are Batman and Robin – they’re all in the business of hurting people. People who deserve it, yes, but it’s still hurt. Pain.

Damian feels immense relief. He wouldn’t have killed his father – he’s not that boy anymore. But a life without you seems similarly unbearable. Damian feels… shaken. He doesn’t know what he would’ve done. He also feels grateful, that it didn’t turn out any other way.

His eyes drop to the jacket he holds in a fist.

“... Yes. Thank you, Father.” Bruce’s gaze lingers, but he leaves wordlessly.

This encounter reminds Damian of who he is. He is a detective, vigilante, assassin, and creature of stealth. He can’t be this careless, even if he knows you won’t notice.

Damian returns your belongings to their place, exactly how you left it. Diary back in your bag, jacket to where you were lounging, your phone underneath a pillow, because you carelessly tossed it aside. You’ll inevitably begin to look for it and he’ll grin once he places it in your hand.

You finally return to his room, two pizza boxes of deluxe cheese (for him) and pepperoni (for you) in your arms. You laugh sheepishly.

“Sorry for the wait, Dami.” His heart skitters at the nickname.

“It’s fine.” Your eyes glitter with excitement and optimism and purity. He finds it hard to look away, you raining down a gaze like that upon him.

“I was waiting for you.”

#yandere damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #yandere batfam #damian wayne #yandere damian wayne x reader #wish this was better but idc #its fun to just write u know :)#mine

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evilminji · 9 months

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*slams the door open, eyes manic* Sovereign State!

A Sovereign State: "International law defines sovereign states as having a permanent population, defined territory, a government not under another, and the capacity to interact with other sovereign states."

The USA already HAS several that exsist within its boarders? And there was that Gay Island of Australia (no really, look it up.) There is a LONG history of humanity going "well fuck you too then, I'm leaving. But also I refuse to leave. I am METAPHORICALLY leaving." *leaves your country and makes their own*

And??

Where's the FUCK were you? Mr. President? During that INVASION by Pariah Dark??

No, really. Social contracts, my dude. That is WHY you have AN ARMY. For INVADING FORCES.

You ALSO have declared us, your citizens, non-sentient and stripped of us our Constitutional Rights WITHOUT hearings, studies, or any due processes. Not to mention just desecrating the dead like it's NOT a well known religious and moral taboo. AND attacking out dead family members! The list goes on!

Why do we pay you taxes, if YOU are the active threat to us AND you offer us no social services?? You've all but cut Amity off anyway!

.......*Takes our ball and goes home* FUCK IT.

They are literally Limnals. It's a TOWN OF METAS. Can you honestly tell me that they WOULDN'T look at the Ecto-Acts and just think: "Yeeeeeah, how about No. Hard Pass."

You can have your INCREDIBLY stupid and offensive law. In OUR country, that's illegal. "We can't do that?" Yes. We can. We informed you in a Formal Document, which you received, you had the opportunity to STOP us, you did or could not, AND we got Regonized by another government.

It's a Ghost Goverment. We, the city state of Amity, were recognized by like... going on 23 at this point. We have a list. All Ghost Goverments, too. Sucks for you that you don't recognize those, they've decided not to recognize YOURS back until you do.

Politics, baby~

Aaaw D:> Does the Upset Baby wanna call, Superman? Boo Hoo. Somebody's forgetting the Justice League serves EARTH, not AMERICA. Suck on a lemon and die mad about it. Better not come back as a Ghost though! Your Goverment will declare you a lab specimen!

Now if you'll excuse us, WE have interplanetary trade routes. Because WE can use alien tech from our Ghost Buddies. And the Fenton Anti-Creep Barrier means you can't do SHIT. So *large crowd of teenagers making rude noises at frustrated government officials*

*Justice Leauge taking picture in the background* You're doing great sweeties! Aquaman is? So proud of the younger generation? They really are the future, you guys. Can he come in?

Oh of COURSE, your Majesty! *somehow ONLY Aquaman is able to get past the barrier, much to the impotent fury of the GIW and various officials*

@hdgnj @stealingyourbones

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom #my beloved #the Best Troupe #we decided to F this noise and Just Leave #just Walk Away #The Sovereign State Of Not Today Satan AU

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jinjeriffic · 4 months

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DC x DP prompt/ficlet

Throwing my hat in the ring with this idea that has been doing the zoomies in my brain for days. The Tim/Danny Accidental Ghost Marriage to Fake Dating to Friends to Lovers AU:

Pariah Dark was a piece of shit. Before his imprisonment, mortals would sometimes manage to bargain with the Ghost King for scraps of power. One of the "standard" deals was to send PD a "Bride" to play with and feed on (because I HC he feeds on fear and pain) and what better way than a little mortal battery that couldn't get away from him? The deal was sealed with a cursed amulet. Now in one instance, the contract was never fulfilled (maybe the petitioner died before he could complete his half) and the amulet was lost. After Pariah was imprisoned and couldn't make deals anymore the knowledge of the rituals needed was gradually forgotten since they didn't work anymore...

Eventually the amulet gets dug up by archeologists (maybe in Egypt or Mesopotamia?) and ends up in a traveling exhibit in Gotham. A Rogue robs the place (Riddler? Two-Face? doesn't really matter). When the Bats show up to foil the robbery, during the fight with the goons a drop of Red Robin's blood gets on the amulet, there's a blinding flash of green light and the amulet is suddenly glued to him.

While everyone is dazed by the ghostly magic flashbang, Fright Knight pops out of a portal, yoinks Red Robin across his saddle and jumps back through the portal before anyone can stop him. Cue the Bats trying to frantically figure out what in the multi-dimensional occult hell happened and where RR went?!

Meanwhile, Danny is disturbed to receive a ghostly missive in his college dorm to tell him that his Mail Order Bride has been delivered to his Ghost Zone Palace and is awaiting him so they can consummate their Unholy Matrimony.

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Danny: Wtf I have to study I don't have time to get MARRIED

Fright Knight: I'm sorry my liege, but according to the laws of ghosts, gods and magic you already ARE

Danny: Wtf. How did this happen?

RR: I would like to know that too

Danny: Oh shit, you're a superhero. Frighty, you can't just kidnap people! Especially not SUPERHEROES!

RR: While that's good to hear, I would really like to know about this supposed marriage..?

FK: I am not aware of the exact details, I was merely summoned to retrieve the Bride of the Ghost King. There used to be standard magical contracts for this, which went into effect when the Bride bled on the King's Token...

RR: Shit

Danny: Hold on, PARIAH got married? Multiple times??

FK: ...but we can always consult the Royal Archivist, if we can dig him out from under the several thousand years worth of paperwork that piled up while there was no King actively ruling...

Danny: Oh ancients, am I gonna have to deal with that?? I have exams to prepare for, dude!

RR: ...the dead still have to do exams? And paperwork?? *horror*

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Some time and explanations later...

Royal Archivist: It took some digging, but I believe I have found the contract in question. You are one Timothy Drake-Wayne, correct?

Tim: Fml

RA: Ahem. The contract was sealed with your mortal blood, as is standard procedure. Congratulations, you are officially King-Consort of the Infinite Realms! Until death do you part, and all that

Danny: Can I see that contract? ...This isn't in English

RA: Oh dear, looks like we will have to schedule your Royal Highness classes in reading cuneiform/hieroglyphics

Tim: Okay, does it say anywhere in that contract how to dissolve it? What's the procedure for a ghost divorce? Fright Knight mentioned the previous king being married multiple times

RA: Well usually, when Pariah tired of a consort he would simply devour their soul...

Danny: Ewwwww I am so not doing that

Tim: I concur. I can't imagine my soul would taste good anyway

Danny: That's what you took from that??

RA: ...but when you die and your soul passes into the Afterlife proper, the contract will be fulfilled. As long as you're not resurrected again.

Tim: Nuts, there goes that loophole

RA: Until then you are the Consort and duty-bound to fulfill his Royal Highness' every whim; ghostly, spiritual, carnal...

Danny: *sinks through the floor in embarrassment*

Tim: Can't he just... release me from the contract? Take the amulet off me or something?

RA: Not without obliterating your soul, no

Danny and Tim: Fuck

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Some time later, while Danny is away consulting other ghosts on possible ways of dissolving the contract, they discover the nasty little clause that if Tim isn't in regular physical contact with Danny the amulet starts draining his life force. To prevent victims from escaping you see... Danny really really hates Pariah right now.

They eventually return to the mortal plane to explain to the Batfam what the hell is going on and that they're still trying to fix it. In the meantime, Danny can't miss any more classes (studying areospace engineering at MIT or sth) and Tim has to stick close to him because of the curse...

Alfred: Oh dear, looks like Master Timothy will have to go to college after all *unflappable British Smugness*

Bruce pulls a lot of strings to fast track Tim getting his high school diploma and let him attend classes with Danny (he's not officially enrolled yet, but Money, Dear Boy). They never know when Danny has to respond to a ghost emergency or Red Robin to a Bat emergency, so they stay pretty much joined at the hip in their civilian lives. Of course there's gonna be rumors. Why did the Wayne CEO suddenly drop everything to go to college? So they make up a story about Danny and Tim having been secret boyfriends for a while and Tim becoming so smitten that he moves with him to Boston...

Cue the fake dates, interviews with magazines, couple photoshoots to really sell the bit... and the two young men gradually becoming friends... and then "Feelings?? But what do I do?? He was forced into this?" etc.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dc x dp crossover #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom #tim drake #red robin #danny fenton #ficlet #batman #batfam #accidental marriage #arranged marriage

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radiance1 · 2 months

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Ghost Prince Danny except he is incredibly tired and annoying of all the marriage proposals that keep coming his way. He doesn't want to date anybody, much less marry then.

Especially when it's most likely a ghost who has been around longer than he's been alive.

Pariah Dark can only do so much to keep these proposals at bay, since he was only let on for as long as he didn't do his whole tyrant thing. So he couldn't even brute force it.

Mountains of marriage proposals genuinely make him consider if the Ghost King could go on just a little bit of a tyrant spree.

All of that changed, however, when he realized that since he's half-human he could totally just choose from someone among his age to fill in as his spouse. Can't be Sam because they broke up and decided they were better as friends, couldn't be Tucker cause he already had someone.

So who...?

Then he was summoned, which is weird because he doesn't know who would summon him instead of the King but eh. Then he saw him, the perfect marriage candidate and totally wasn't chosen because he was told they brought him a suitable spouse to keep him bound to this world or whatever.

Robin is the perfect marriage candidate for him, he's obviously a warrior with him beating up cultists as soon as he was free, he was in a totally different realm than him and he was near his age!

Which meant he didn't have to do the whole 'love' portion of this whole marriage thing! He could just get him to agree, go back to his home realm and then wouldn't have to worry a bit about more marriage proposals!

Did he mention that he didn't actually have to do the whole love thing?

Now to just get Robin to actually agree to being his spouse....

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover

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halfghostwriter · 1 year

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Half a year after defeating Pariah Dark, Danny ascends to the throne. A few months after his coronation, he receives many letters from nobles of varying realms, all asking to betroth their children to “Princess Danielle Phantom.”

After a lot of asking around, Danny finds out that, despite the whole “King” title amounting to little more than a boost in power, ownership of Pariah Dark’s old castle, and the loyalty of Fright Knight, the royal titles also come with a lot of influence in Infinite Realm nobility circles. There also hasn’t been anyone in the royal family other than the King since the start of Pariah Dark’s reign, meaning every single noble with an heir of their own was sending Danny letter upon letter asking for his clone’s hand in marriage.

Danny, not wanting to force Ellie to be engaged anyone but also realizing that ignoring all of the requests would make for a lot of angry ghosts who are still mentally in the 14th century, talks out the situation with Ellie, and the two come up with a plan.

Danny announces a tournament for the right to become engaged to the Princess, one that would span across several days. On the first day of the tournament, every suitor would fight in a ring battle-royal-style until only ten of them remained. Then, over the course of several days, each of the ten suitors would face off against Ellie. Whoever manages to defeat her earns the right to be her betrothed.

Of course, Danny doesn’t mention the fact that Ellie’s power is nearly on par with his own, and that she had been training with Fright Knight for about half a year. There was no way anyone would be able to defeat her without her letting them, therefore allowing Ellie to choose her betrothed, whoever and whenever she wanted.

Naturally, all the suitors get their asses handed to them, and the citizens of the Ghost Zone get the show of a lifetime. Of course, none of the nobles are happy, in fact they’re nearly ready to riot when Danny says they can simply try again in the tournament next year.

The tournament takes place, and once again, Ellie wins, much to the excitement of the crowd and the frustration of the nobles. The year after that, they send their children in with hidden weapons, none of which are a match for the Princess. The crowd goes wild, and many ghosts become curious as to who could possibly defeat such a powerful young ghost. She’s far more powerful than those in her age range, and ghosts above a certain age are forbidden from fighting for her hand.

Of course, a few fans realize that the rules never actually specified that the competitors needed to be dead, just within the age range.

So, a few fans of the tournament, eager for a good fight, kidnap the entire Young Justice team and force them to compete in the tournament— without explaining the tournament’s purpose.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp #danielle phantom #‘no ghost can defeat me!’ ‘theyre no ghost’#by the time everyone finds out what’s going on the first day of the tournament is over #and Danny can’t exactly interfere without risk of a riot #if anyone wants to add onto this please do

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hypewinter · 9 months

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At first Danny had been overjoyed to hear that Ellie had finally settled down. But then he realized the man she had chosen to spend the rest of her life with was absolute scum. He was a raging alcoholic without a stable job and even worse, the asshole had managed to get Ellie hooked on drugs.

Danny had tried to get her to leave him. But she kept on insisting that he wasn't that bad, that he had his good moments. Every time she talked about that man it sickened Danny but he never pushed her too much for fear of Ellie cutting off all contact with him.

Now, as he busted down the door to her apartment, Danny regretted not dragging Ellie back to the Infinite Realms when he had the chance. She had stopped communicating with him a few days ago and panic had overtook him. If he found out that bastard had done something to her, he'd unleash endless suffering the likes of which would make even Pariah Dark cower in fear.

As Danny made his way into the apartment, he found himself experiencing the one thing he dreaded the most. Ellie lay on the floor motionless, a needle beside her. He was too late. No. No no no. Why hadn't he tried harder to convince her? Why hadn't he forced her to move out ages ago. Danny cradled Ellie's body as a silent sob escaped him. Why hadn't he.... His thoughts were interrupted by shuffling coming from the corner.

Danny looked up to see a small boy, sitting in the corner, his legs pulled up to his chest as he watched him. The boy's eyes were hollow and lifeless. And he was so tiny and boney, a gust of wind could have blown him away. What was a child doing here? Was this... was this Ellie's kid? She had never mentioned having a son. Then again, as time had dragged on, she mentioned less and less about her life. It's quite possible she had a son and never elected to mention it to Danny (the very thought that she would keep something like that away from him was too painful to bear).

Danny stared at the boy who looked at him with abject terror. He didn't even need to ask why the kid looked like he was bracing himself. He knew exactly who had instilled such trauma into him. Resolve settled into his heart as he realized it didn't matter whether this was Ellie's kid or not. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice. He was taking the boy with him.

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Or Ellie is Catherine Todd and Danny takes Jason in.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #winter's tales #tw drugs #tw death #let me know if there's any tw i missed

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satoshy12 · 1 year

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Heir of a Tyrant

Upon discovering that Danny was the rightful inheritor of both the Crown of Fire and the Ring of Rage, Vlad executed a de-aging scheme by instructing Skulker to poison and attack Danny. The poison transformed Danny into a child, rendering him too young to claim the throne. As an older Halfa, Vlad intended to seize the position of Proxy and rule the zone with Danny as his ward. Jazz, however, could not allow this to happen and fled Amity Park with her newly-turned toddler brother. As Jazz attempted to flee, she landed in various cities, yet Vlad's followers persisted in their pursuit. Fortunately, even though the heroes typically disregarded Amity Park, they were now determined to safeguard them. From Wonder Woman and Superman to the Flash and even the Green Arrow and Black Canary, along with Martian Manhunter, they all came to their aid. It was heartwarming to see how ecstatic little Baby Danny was whenever an alien or space hero appeared, while he was utterly uninterested when a mundane hero was around. Green Lantern won him over by mentioning that he was a Space Police officer and part of the Airforce. Danny found nothing wrong with this Space is Space! Jazz believed that Wonder Woman was somewhere in the middle since Danny liked her but not as much as the Alien Heroes. Nonetheless, he did not detest her or find her dull. Jazz believes it might have something to do with Pandora. In a meeting of the Justice League, the heroes gathered to discuss recent events they had encountered. To their surprise, each of them had encountered a green monster that they had to fight. The alien heroes in attendance spoke about how cute the toddler was that they had seen, as well as his red-haired caretaker. This caught the attention of Wonder Woman, Superman, Green Arrow, Black Canary, and Martian Manhunter, who were surprised to hear about the others' encounters. Batman spoke up and asked why the monster was hunting the toddler and the babysitter. Shazam explained that they were beings from the Infinity Realm, and that he had heard about this place from the Gods. However, he suggested that John Constantine might know more. When John Constantine confirmed what Shazam had said, the group turned their attention to the captured Vulture, hoping to get some answers. They learned that the toddler was actually the heir of Pariah Dark Throne, and that the Ghost had been sent to capture him and bring him to their boss. Their boss wanted to take the toddler's crown and control the Realm for himself, by making himself Danny's guardian.

As they learned by Shazam, Zatanna and John's shocked faces, Pariah was a Evil Dark Tyrant that was sealed by Ancient for a good Reason too. And someone who wants to take his place would be the same, the most important thing at the moment would be to find the duo and protect them, and make sure that the Boy will not grow up to be a Tyrant or be used to take control of armies and realms.

All the Planning the Justice League and Justice League Dark did for the weeks, was to be kicked out as Bruce saw the tiny toddler Black Haired blue eyed toddler and just changed the whole plan to just adopt the Duo.

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mutable-manifestation · 5 months

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Actual Scientists Jack & Maddie AU Part 3

Part 1 & 2

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The lab is empty when they get to Fenton Works, his parents busy off helping the JLD wherever it was they were working from.

The journey the rest of the way to the Far Frozen passes relatively quickly under the weight of discussing how to reverse engineer the sarcophagus of forever sleep to make Naptime Box 2: Vlad Edition.

Could they probably just beat him up with the right plan and aid? Sure. But then they risk having to play royal hot potato (Danny doesn't want it and he doubts most of the allies he has would want the extra responsibility. Assuming there are responsibilities - Danny wouldn't know since there hasn't been a king, for all intents and purposes, since well before he became a halfa so who knows what the position even means in the context of the Zone).

Plus it would be way more satisfying to shove him in a box. Vlad gets a nice long nap and Danny gets to live the rest of his half-life without worrying about his Dad getting stabbed or something if Vlad starts feeling impatient.

It would also give Danny plenty of time to find some way to buy the Packers - not because he wants them, just because it would be really funny if Vlad eventually woke up to find that the only thing he wanted other than Maddie was now also very permanently out of reach.

The city of Green Bay could fold eventually, after all. But Danny? Danny would never yield, just to spite him, and Vlad would know that.

He probably won't actually do it, seeing as a) expensive and b) probably complicated.

But it would be really funny.

Their discussion on the ethics of using the Fenton Stockades as the base for the Box cut off as they land.

Without the distraction of their chat the adrenaline of panic comes rushing back, and he transforms as he steps out of the Speeder, nyooming to hover in front of Frostbite so quickly that the entire welcoming party - Frostbite somehow manages to have one arranged every time he drops by, and Danny is usually willing to at least try and indulge them since it seems to make them happy - jolts in surprise.

"Greetings!" Frostbite smiles wide, arms open in a grand welcoming, the only hint of lingering surprise the trails of slightly puffed up fur up his arms and the sides of his neck that has already mostly smoothed itself back out. "The Far Frozen welcomes the Great One and friends-"

"Hey Frostbite sorry for being abrupt but I'm kind of freaking out and you seemed like the best person - uh, ghost to go to because you always seem to know lots of things and I kind of need to know what's going on as soon as possible just in case it's a worst case scenario because the Justice League came to talk to my parents about some papers and I probably haven't mentioned them to you before because they're awful and I thought my parents made them but surprise I was wrong! Which is good! Except the League was mostly worried about them maybe causing the new ghost king to war with the human realm because apparently there's a supernatural branch of the Justice League and they think there's a new Ghost KingTM as in the Ghost King after Pariah Dark and I'm kind of freaking out because if there is a new ghost king there's actually a chance it's Vlad and oh ancients please tell me it's not Vlad or that the League heard wrong please."

Sam and Tucker had caught up by then, coming to stand on either side of him as Frostbite blinked.

"You are...asking me the identity of the current High King?" He asks, face scrunched in a bewildered expression.

"Oh my gosh Batman was right!?" He floats a bit higher at the news. "Please just tell me it's not Vlad! Uh, Plasmius."

"Plasmius?" Frostbite asks, eyebrows crawling higher. "Certainly not! What in the realms - do you truly not know?"

"Oh thank goodness," Danny sighs, sinking back to his usual level. "Not Vlad, okay, one less disastrous possibility. And whoever it is probably already knows they're the king and nothing bad has happened yet so it's probably fine, right?"

He looks back to meet Frostbite's eyes.

"Wait, nothing bad has happened yet, right? Like, is everything okay? I know Pariah caused you guys a lot of grief before; the new guy 's not going around causing trouble for you and you just haven't told me because you're worried about being a bother, right?" He frets, eyes flicking about, searching for fresh injuries on the various members of the welcoming party.

"...No, Great One," Frostbite answers, blinking away the surprised expression to be replaced by something soft. "Though I, and all the Far Frozen, are honored by your concern. While Pariah Dark is no longer the High King of the Infinite Realms, I can assure you, with utmost certainty, that you have nothing to fear from his successor. But I believe we have much more to discuss. Come, let us find somewhere more comfortable to talk - and get your human friends out of the cold."

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It didn't take them long to reach a sitting room, and soon enough they were all settled into the enormous, fuzzy chairs in one of the warmer rooms available, Danny and Frostbite each with a cup of shaved ice tea while Sam and Tucker were offered beverages warm enough to steam in deference to their need for warmth.

Once everyone had taken a sip - or bite - Danny launched back into his questioning.

"So did Dark have a kid hidden away somewhere or did some kind of council finally decide on his replacement? Actually can ghosts even have - wait right Box Lunch, forgot about that on purpose but never mind. Or is there some fourth option that isn't those or trial by combat that we didn't think of?"

"Before I answer that, Great One, may I ask why you have already discounted trial by combat?" He returns curiously.

"Because if it was trial by combat it would be Vlad - er, Plasmius - and you already said it isn't him."

"Or it could be you," Tucker ribs, waggling his fingers at him.

"We already talked about why it couldn't be me, Tuck," Danny huffs, rolling his eyes and taking another bite of his... smoothie?

"Oh? And why do you think it would be Plasmius?" Frostbite asks.

"Because! I may have fought Pariah Dark, and sure I put him back in the sarcophagus, but I was running on fumes by that point, and he was still slamming around in there! Vlad, as much as I hate to admit it, is the one that turned the key and made sure he stayed locked away. It took almost everything I had to keep him pinned long enough. If...if he'd been even a few seconds later I probably would've died the rest of the way before he even had the time to break out a second time."

"But had you not put him there, no key would have mattered," Frostbite begins quietly. "Plasmius was no match for Pariah Dark; he was defeated in an instant the first time they clashed."

"Well, yeah, but so was I," he protests, not liking the direction the conversation is beginning to take.

"And yet, you alone went to face him a second time. You alone stood against the King of All Ghosts while your armies clashed."

"Our-!? I didn't have- you mean the ghosts that came to help me???" Danny sputtered, incredulous. "They weren't an army they were just-"

He pauses, searching for words that would not come.

"They were just a large group of ghosts who sided with you, who aided you in combat and kept the multitudes distracted while you went to face their leader alone. However you thought of them at the time, whatever they were to you up till then or are to you now, after, in that moment they were your army."

"Danny's totally the ghost king, isn't he?" Sam drawls after the brief silence that follows.

"Indeed," Frostbite answers her, but he looks Danny in the eyes as he does so. "You are the savior of the Ghost Zone, Pariah's Bane. And you are the High King of the Infinite Realms."

"I cheated!" Danny blurts out, shooting up to float above his chair.

"Cheated?" Frostbite's lips twitch as he fights down a smile.

"I had the Fenton Ecto-Skeleton! That's totally cheating! Don't combat trials have to be honorable or something?!" He begs.

Frostbite chuckles.

"I apologize, Great One, but I am afraid there is no such thing as an honorable war," he says, expression briefly turning solemn. "And even if it were, just as you had your "Ecto-Skeleton," did not Pariah have his ring and crown?

You issued a challenge and he answered, your armies clashed while the two of you stood against each other and each other alone; you alone put him back into the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep, and you alone held it shut long enough for Plasmius to turn the key.”

Danny drifts back down to his seat as Frostbite speaks, then continues slouching further with every word.

“I am given to understand that Plasmius likes to think of others as pawns on his own personal chessboard,” he says, “But at the time he was but another ghost, come to fight Pariah's army on your behalf - as a member of your army. A pawn, to paraphrase his own words, that you used to topple a king - not through any intentional manipulation, but through the sheer magnetic charisma of your willingness to stand against monsters like Pariah Dark and of your ability to do so. The confidence to stand alongside you that such strength inspires.

He would not have approached if he did not believe you could win - would not risk endangering himself so. At best, you could consider him a referee, calling the match to a close once it was decisively in your favor.

Plasmius may think of existence as a game with himself as the only player, and he may have been acting in his own self-interest overall, but by every measure, in this instance, he was undeniably your piece.

The Zone itself acknowledges your right to rule by the way the crown of fire sits where you left it, unmoving on the floor of Pariah's keep until the day you finally choose to wear it, no matter how many hands may try to move it."

Frostbite's words are slow and measured, but as undeniable as the creeping of a glacier. And by the time they cease, Danny has sunk so far as to end up an undignified heap on the floor before his chair.

The trio remains silent as they absorb his words.

Minutes pass before Danny finally speaks.

"If the crown can't be taken, then how did I get it from Pariah?" He questions, a final hope that Frostbite may be mistaken.

"It will only remain unmoved until you first put it on. After that, it will be up to you whether it stays safe on your head."

Danny groans his despair, final bit of hope shattered.

"I must apologize again, Great One," he says solemnly. "Had I known you were unaware of your station, I would have informed you sooner."

He frowns heavily, looking into the distance thoughtfully.

"The Observants should have informed you long before now."

"Well, that explains it. The Observants hate Danny's guts," Tucker says.

"To neglect their duties for such a reason...," He trails off, his glower highlighting the inhuman nature of his visage.

The trio fidget.

Danny coughs after a few seconds of tense silence.

“Uh, speaking of duties,” he begins, relaxing as Frostbite’s expression smooths back into something kind and polite as he listens, “What exactly does the Ghost King even do? Like. Pariah was locked away for… a long time? I guess. So does the Zone even need a King? Can’t I just, like, resign?”

“I suppose it might seem that way from a younger ghost’s perspective - Pariah has been locked away for millenia, after all, and the Zone is still in one piece.”

Frostbite pauses, leaning back in his seat and taking another bite of his drink.

“However. What you must understand, Great One, is that the problems caused by the absence of a king in the Infinite Realms are not the whirlwind that such a thing would be in the living realm - social order is affected, but the speed of bureaucracy is slower by orders of magnitude in the Realms, and there is not the same level of inter-reliance that the living tend to require - but rather, they are winds and waters sliding against a rock, chipping away at it bit by bit until it is either worn smooth… or the whole structure collapses under its own weight.”

“How does not having a king cause dimensional collapse!?” Tucker shrieks, clutching his cup like a lifeline.

“How long do we have before it collapses?” Sam asks urgently not a second later.

“Oh shit, how long do we have before it collapses???” he echoes, hunching over his cup enough that the steam adds a layer of fog to his glasses.

Danny sits bolt upright, whipping wide eyes away from his friends to join them in staring at Frostbite.

“Total collapse would take millenia more to truly begin,” he placates before taking a more grave expression. “This does not mean that there will not be issues before that point, however; the symptoms of the High King’s absence have begun to show this past millennium. But rest assured, there is time enough to heal the wounds that have been wrought. The only permanent damage would be the collapse itself, and that, as I said, is millenia away.”

“Is… is that why you never mentioned it to me before?” Danny asks, dropping back to the ground in relief. “Because it’s not urgent and you figured I’d just…get to it eventually? Actually, why did you think I knew if you knew that the crown was still in Pariah’s Keep?”

“It is the duty of the Observants to observe, but also, as you have experienced, to oversee - the timeline, trials, the general functioning of the zone. Without a king to report to, much of their ability to act is crippled, of course - their ability to interfere directly with the timeline has always been severely restricted, their options for sentencing are severely reduced, and there are some things the Realms require that only the High King can provide - but one duty remains unaffected: overseeing the ascension of new kings.

Coronations have taken many forms in the past, from a quick swap in the battlefield to a formal ceremony to a celebration that lasted a decade. Given the dark era we are, at last, able to put behind us and the non-urgent nature of even the most severe problems that the Realms are currently affected by, I had assumed that the large delay was in preparation for that last form - the lead-up to a grand celebration.”

“Except instead it’s just them being petty,” Sam notes, sitting back up from her own relieved slouch.

Danny groans, leaving his tea to float and covering his face with his hands.

“Why couldn’t it have just been as easy as shoving Vlad in a box,” he whines.

“I mean, we still can?” Tucker offers, prompting Sam to smack him over the head before pausing consideringly.

“OW!”

“He might be right, actually,” she says, ignoring his exclamation. “Given Vortex’s trial and sentencing, there’s clearly some kind of legal system in the Zone that isn’t just Walker on a power trip. No doubt he’s broken some kind of Actual Realms Law - I’d be surprised if breaking Pariah out like he did wasn’t some form of highly illegal - so you could probably send him to actual Ghost Jail. It’s certainly where he belongs, given all the….”

She makes a vague gesture with her hand in lieu of words.

“That doesn’t resolve the problem of I Don’t Wanna Be A King!” Danny exclaims, sitting back and throwing his hands in the air.

Then he turns to Frostbite, eyes pleading.

“Can’t you be king?” he asks.

Frostbite opens his mouth to reply, but Danny steamrolls over him.

“It makes sense! You already know how to lead people! And your people love you! You already know about all the king stuff too! You’ve beaten me in spars before! We’d just have to go to the keep, I put on the crown, you beat me, and problem solved!”

Frostbite’s smile is a mix of amused and pitying.

“I have only ever beaten you in training spars, Great One, and you and I both know that is largely because they were focused on improving your skill with ice and ice alone. Even if I could defeat you in a true all-out fight as you are, I believe you underestimate the boost granted by the crown of fire.”

“I can just put it on then take it off again before we fight! And we can stick to ice!”

“I’m afraid it is not so simple,” he shakes his head. “If you do not give it your all, the crown - the Realms - will not recognize the transition. The only way to “throw the match” successfully would require your opponent to fully End you: to crush your core and snuff your spirit from the very fabric of existence. I am unwilling to do such a thing, and I sincerely hope you would not ask it of me - or, indeed, of anyone.”

Danny paled enough that he nearly matched his human form in skin tone.

“Right. Let’s… let’s not do that, actually.”

“On the bright side, you can probably weasel ruling tips out of Aquaman in exchange for not declaring war on the Living Realm!” Tucker chirps, aiming to cheer him up.

“I’m not going to threaten the Justice League!” he yelps, scandalized.

“But you probably won’t have to threaten them,” Sam chimes in. “They’re already trying to summon you, you already know their goal is to avoid a war. As long as you don’t ask for anything unreasonable, they should be inclined to give you what you want in exchange for peace.”

“Once you offer peace, they will be invested in your successful rule of their own volition as a means of perpetuating said peace,” Frostbite corrects. “If you would like to set preconditions to an accord you should make them things that will not readily be given as a result of said accord. But before we discuss further, perhaps you can fill me in on why war was a concern in the first place? I believe you mentioned something about papers?”

#dpxdc #Actual Scientists Jack & Maddie AU #starring: Not Jack and Maddie lmao #Frostbite #the Trio #lots of dialogue #guess how many ghosts knew about the AEA before today #surprise it was just Danny and Vlad #the GIW were too incompetent to bother anyone except Amity Parkers #guess how many know after Danny fills Frostbite in?#surprise its a lot more #Danny: *harmless no longer useful information I can tell my buddy Frostbite bc it's no big since everything is being handled now*#Frostbite: ...#yeah Danny does the casual horrifying trauma dumps to ghosts too

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