#pariah dark went against the realms will

[breesperez139]

Dc x Dp Prompt #3

Immortal Ghost King Au:

Daniel Fenton was crowned as High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms on his 16th birthday. He knew many were opposed to him being crowned at such a young age (he was too), but the Realms had gone too long without a ruler and it was getting restless.

The Realms were sentient to some extent. It can not run itself as it has no form but it chooses a host, a King if you will, to fulfill its wishes. It may have lived on an entire millennia without a ruler, but it was only out of sheer luck and the contributions of countless gods that it had survived. The Infinite Realms needed a King and Danny Phantom was the only contender.

So the people were ignored and their boy king was crowned. However Phantom was young and naive, a child as both a human and a ghost. Even worse, he knew nothing about being a king. But the little godling would learn and learn he did.

Most kings were taught before they were coronated, but Danny had no such privilege. His coronation came and left with the wind. His private lessons overshadowed any thoughts he had left of mortal schooling. And Danny gave up on living a normal human life.

That last part was perhaps the easiest for Danny. Amity Park was already considered too liminal for them to have any “sentience”. The GIW had all but declared war on the Realms with their continuous violent actions upon his people and the land itself.

It wasn’t difficult for Amity to give up their “rights” and “humanity” either. They said good riddance to the world that never helped them, to the heroes that ignored their cries for help. And they bowed to Phantom, declaring him their King, just as he declared them citizens of the Infinite Realms.

He welcomed his liminals with open arms, vowing to protect them from any harm that would come their way, just as he would with any of his other citizens. He gave them a home in the Realms, an island- no a haunt of their own should they wish to truly reject the land of the living, and they accepted. Not many wanted to try their luck against the human government.

But with a God, no, their King on their side, they knew their safety and happiness was all but assured. After all, it was Phantom who protected them even as they turned their own backs at him. It was Phantom who fought against foes that could have erased him from existence.

And of course it was Phantom who would now receive any and all support he could ever want and need should he declare war against the humans of Earth. No, there was no need for people of the Infinite Realms to worry. High King Phantom was a God after all. It was only ever his right to exact divine punishment onto those who opposed and threatened his will. It was not their fault if the humans actively went against his will. No, the humans had no one but themselves to blame for whatever came for them.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dc x dp prompt #dp x dc prompt #the infinite realms is home to more than just ghosts #like demons and other things too #it uses the king as its host to ensure its people’s survival and in turn makes the king a god #pariah dark went against the realms will #so he was sealed away and not killed because you can not kill an already dead god #the people of the realms were skeptical of having such a young king #but Danny’s a quick learner and turned out to be really good #amity park vs GIW wouldn’t be the first war he’s led #Danny gave himself a god complex bc people respect him more that way #it’s a mask he only uses outside of the realms #he’s acts normally when he’s with citizens of the realms #can a god even have a god complex?? #amity park moved to the infinite realms after the GIW tried killing them all #JL and JLD are struggling trying to find a way to negotiate a peace agreement #but amity park feels abandoned and spiteful so they refuse #lucky for the JL that it’s Phantom who’s in charge #or maybe that’s the reason they’re not so lucky #amity found out Danny was a god and ran with it #this might be a good way to like make this into an arranged marriage au with a person of your choice #make Danny as old or as young as you want #Danny will do what he needs to make sure his people are safe and happy

[bet-on-me-13]

The First Supervillain

So! A Typical "Early Start" AU where the events of The Show happen early in the Timeline. Like, in the 70's or 80's.

Danny never quite managed to fix his Public Perception, and even years into his career people still saw him as the Villain.

Coincidentally Valerie was seen as a Hero because of how often they were seen fighting. Even after they revealed their Identities and got together, they still had the occasional Battle. It was their love language.

His role as the Villain was Cemented when Pariah launched his Second Invasion of Earth after some dumbass accidentally freed him, and Danny took the Blame for it. Instead of being seen as the Hero who battled Pariah and stopped the Invasion, he was seen as the Tyrant to launched the Invasion in the first place, with Red Huntess being the one to defeat him in one final Ultimate Battle.

And honestly? He was fine with that. Now that he was the King of the Ghost Zone, he had the Authority to Regulate the Portal so villains stopped getting through. And that meant that he wasn't needed to stop random Ghost Attacks anymore. He could finally focus on College and his own Life, instead of sacrificing everything to act as the Protector of the Human Realm.

Val continued to be a Hero for a few more years, eventually retiring when it became Clear that the new generation of Heroes could pick up the Slack.

He went to College, got a Job as an Aerospace Engineer, and eventually proposed to Valerie.

About 20 years since his initial Accident, and he was doing great! He had moved into a humble home on the edge of town with his loving wife Val, his beautiful daughter Ellie, and his cute dog Cujo.

Yeah, life was good.

Until the day Danny accidently caused a Mass Crisis.

...

Superman was having some extreme trouble in dealing with his current Opponent. He had just been flying around the City, patrolling as Usual, when all of a sudden he had been attacked by a Flying Mech Suit.

At first he had assumed that Lex was giving it another Go, but he quickly realized that was not the case when the Armor seemed to Phase though solid matter in the middle of the battle. Lex had never made Tech advanced enough to do that on the fly.

This opponent was tough too. Strong enough and Durable enough to go blow for blow with him, and seemingly able to pull Advanced Weaponry from out of nowhere whenever he wanted. As tough as it was to admit, Superman as losing the Battle.

Then, without warning, the battle stopped. His opponent was staring at the space just behind him, with a look of pure dread. He turned around, and his heart stopped.

Floating behind him, staring right past him and directly at the Mech Suit, was the First Villain Phantom.

He looked much the same as when he had last been seen, although he was definitely Older. He had snow white hair, and glowing green eyes that seemed to stare right past him and into his very soul. He was wearing what seemed to be a costume of sorts, with an all black suit, white gloves, and white boots. Over his Shoulders sat a Cloak made of Stars, and above his head sat a Crown made of an Icy Blue Fire.

The Mech tried for a greeting, "Er- Hello t-Lord Phantom. How do you d-"

"Skulker."

"Y-yes?"

"What are you doing here? I thought I gave you explicit orders to stay in the Ghost Zone until further notice. You disobeyed me."

"Okay look. I got excited, that's my fault. It's just, I got anxious waiting. Can you really blame me? I've been waiting 20 years to take another Crack at the Human World, what's it matter if I left a few weeks Early?"

"I told you. You were supposed to wait exactly 20 Years, and you left Early. This calls for punishment."

"No wait!"

"Let's see how you feel after a few days as Soup."

The Villain pulled out a Thermos, and in a flash of green light, Skulker was gone, and the King was capping the Thermos. He then turned to Superman.

"I apologize for him, he decided to leave ahead of schedule." The King addressed him. "Now, Kryptonian. Rest and tend to your wounds, you will need to be in your best health if you want to continue saving the lives of those people below us."

With a dramatic flare, the King reached up and Tore a hole in Space. Through the Hole, Superman could only see an infinite Green Void, with the sound of screams cheering being heard through the rift.

The King departed through the Tear in Spacetime, and it closed behind him.

Superman tried to collect himself, and activated his League Emergency Comms.

"Attention All Founding Members, and Justice League Dark Members. This is Superman calling for an immediate Emergency Meeting."

He took a deep breath.

"Phantom is Back."

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Phantom is the first Supervillain #Red Huntress is the first Superhero #Danny/Valerie #Danny x Valerie #When Valerie and Danny battled against Pariah Dark they both managed to beat him #So they both became the King and Queen of the Zone #But nobody knows this and thought that Hero Red Huntress had defeated Villain Phantom #Danny went along with this since if was just easier and he didn't plan to ever break out the Phantom Persona again #Until Skulker decided to break the terms of his Parole #Skulker was supposed to be released in a few weeks but he got excited when he learned that a new Rare Species had become a Hero #He violated his Parole and left to the Human Realm Early #Misunderstandings #Now Superman thinks Danny is planning an Invasion of the Human Realm #They need to find Red Huntress #she would know how to defeat Phantom #Too bad for them she never let her identity be revealed

[ghostbsuter]

"What exactly are halfas?" Constantine asks, cigarette lit and leaning against the table.

They were in the justice league, having attended a meeting previously and now just lazed around.

Batman loses focus on his laptop screen and openly looks at the two, interested.

Green Lantern, Hal, jerks up at the question, looking between everyone still in the room and trying (and failing) to seem uninterested.

Zatara is glaring daggers at Constantine's back, eyes narrowed.

While flash had no context, having just arrived back with his food to sit with the rest, he appropriately tenses as well, from just one glance around the room.

Superman and Wonder woman aren't different from batman, not as discreet as some are trying to be and just staring at the two.

Slightly amused, Danny decided to entertain the question.

"Unlike ghosts and the undead, halfas are created and not born." He explains, looking at the man when he writes it down.

Who knew the infinity realm were this closed off that John Constantine had to get information from the source itself just to keep updated?

"Care to elaborate?"

Clicking his tongue, he does so.

"Halfas get created during extreme circumstances, it has to be right place, right time and correct amount of ectoplasm." Danny catches the lollipop that Batman throws at him, sending the bat a quick smile.

"Not everyone can become a halfa, our race is a rarity amongst the dead."Constantine raises a brow, pursing his lips. "There are only 3 of you right? Is that a normal amount in the realms?"

Another click. "No, thousands of years ago, when our kind reached its peak of over hundreds of people, Pariah Dark happened."

He briefly shares a glance with Martian Manhunter, he wonders if anyone here sent out a message of phantom story time? Why were they all lounging around?

"It was genocide. He killed off an entire species just because he felt threatened." He shrugs.

Constantine jolts, eyes clear as if he'd just connected the dots.

"So his downfall wasn't only because of rights of conquest but— the reason no one joined nor fought between you and the old King was because it was a revenge kill."

Danny ponders the words over, nodding. Yeah that sounds right.

"Many aren't surprised that Pariah Dark went berserk. It was kind of predictable, considering his soul was brought to the Infinity Realms after he'd died in the Phantom Zone as you know it."

Hal straightens up, Batman tenses and Diana leans forward.

"This previous King of yours– he was a past prisoner of Aethyr's Mind?"

The halfa nods, uncertain now that he'd stumbled upon unknown territory.

"Yes, the Phantom Zone and the Infinity Realms are sister spaces. Were you not aware?"

They were not, he quickly finds out.

Fumbling with his words, mind working overdrive as he sorts through information, he speaks again. "They are the two sides of the same coin, Phantom Zone being non-habitable while the Ghost Zone is filled with unalive."

He briefly struggles with his words, genuinely taken off guard with the lack of knowledge.

"Aethyr isn't just a being, but someone who is connected to the realm itself. Its similar to my position as King of the ghost zone." He summons his crown of ice to simple gesture.

"Besides! Phantom Zone, Zero Zone? Anti-infinite? That's literally the opposite of the Ghost Zone, the Infinite Realms!" he exclaims, throwing his hands up.

"Could you tell us more of your realm?" Superman asks, voice gentle and non threatening. "Some of us have been in the Phantom Zone, so hearing that there is a place being the complete opposite?"

The halfa nods in understanding. "Sure, why not?"

Three simple words yet everyone feels the trust put on them with such information.

"The entire realm is an ever shifting space, we categorise eith the sectors of each afterlife. From the Greeks to the Yetis and different eras."

—

(The tale of his realm lasts longer than expected, it is only when Hal started to get ready to leave does Danny address a certain area in his zone.

"The... Emerald Space is also a sector of the Infinity realm. The sector itself is formed in a sphere like form, we aren't sure what's inside since the fallen lanterns keep to themselves rather."

Hal froze, eyes catching the ghosts, and looked away again. He'd tell OA of this, but now he was going home.

Danny watched him leave and declared it down for now, free for more question the next time and left just as fast.

At least Constantine and Zatara can update their books now.)

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fic prompt #writing prompt #worldbuilding #dc x dp prompt #danny talks abt the ghost zone and the phantom zone #the phantom zone and the ghost zone are sister spaces #connie just wanted a fresh history lesson and got glared by ztarara instead #i love writing pissed off zatara

[radiance1]

I've been having a thunk about Pariah Dark.

Specifically, the hc about how he loves horses that goes hand to hand in my farmer au.

Then I thought about mlp and.

Well.

Alicorn Pariah Dark.

Not literally, of course, he just takes the form of one because he loves horses, has seen both a unicorn and pegasus and decided to combine the two.

Hence results in Alicorn Pariah Dark.

Well, that's after being pardoned from his eternal rest for being a war spirit who did too much basically. Why was he excused? Because he had a change of heart, realizing the error of his ways and that forcefully unifying the Zone for a war against humanity under his tyrannical ruling was wrong?

No, not really.

Instead the Ancient of Time vouched for him, and because he's well, Time (and one of the ogs) he held a lot of sway. Enough for everyone else to take it into consideration.

Not everyone was pleased with it, but they had to shut up since Clockwork said he would take personal responsibility if Pariah decided to do too much again.

And, well. It is the Ancient of Time you know? A being that not even Pariah Dark tried in his goal to wage war against humanity, and who just left him alone for most of his conquest and only requested verbally for Clockwork to join him instead of trying physically with force?

They already know there was a reason for that, and so they take Time's word for it.

Pariah Dark, freed from eternal rest and monitored personally by time itself, decided to form himself into an alicorn (unknowingly) in an attempt at it being a disguise.

Clockwork is also an alicorn, because why the hell not.

And before you say anything, nobody told Danny that the ghost king was released from eternal rest and that Clockwork was personally monitoring said ghost king, so he's left outta the loop.

Then they (really Pariah mostly) decided to bugger off to another dimension, that dimension being that of DC. Pariah decided to mostly keep to himself and not interact with any kind of civilization. He decided to stay in a random forest in a certain area he hid with magic, obviously Clockwork came along as well.

Clockwork decided to fill his 'friend' in on all that he had missed, both in the human realm and the ghost realm because of his long absence in eternal rest.

Which would take a long, long time if he included every single little detail.

It has been eons since he last heard his beloved's voice, and it wasn't like he had anything to or had the risk of old age thanks to his immortality.

So, he had time to simply sit and listen as Clockwork recounted everything that happened after his sealing.

A while later, after countless tales they were interrupted. Pariah was prepared for a fight, while Clockwork was content to just stay behind and watch. However, contrary to both of their expectations (Clockwork isn't constantly watching the timestream here, since he left his lair) it wasn't an enemy of any great magical might.

But a human child.

Said Human child was Billy, who got separated and lost from his group during their school field trip and managed to stumble upon the barrier erected by Pariah Dark, not that he knew that.

He was warned by Solomon that the barrier was constructed by someone powerful, and if he went in to be wary of any attacks. Billy does go in after a moment's thought, his curiosity got the better of him and if it came to blows, he was prepared to turn into Shazam at any moment.

Then he met Alicorns.

Who he thought was only real in comic books, even Solomon can't tell him everything about the two beings in front of him, as Alicorns are very, very rare beings and he urged Billy to be careful and wary of the two in front of him.

Fortunately for Billy, the aggressive one backed down, seemingly bewildered by Billy. Which makes sense, really, he is a kid who just stepped through a magical barrier that was probably supposed to keep others out.

So, he tries to make friends rather than enemies here.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #pariah dark #dp clockwork #Just another reminder #Danny isn't the ghost king here and never will be. #Pariah Dark is the king. #Alright now that that is out of the way #Pariah is the Ancient of War here because yes :3 #Pariah and Clockwork have much more than a friendship going on #Pariah decided to mix together a unicorn and unicorn and got alicorn #Pariah Dark can summon his armor at a moments notice and is gigantic lmao #So that was pretty intimating for Billy to see #darkages #dp darkages #if you squint

[elizabethemerald]

The Son of the Red Hood

The Weight of the Time Stream

Clockwork intervenes in Danny’s life so that he can learn all needs to be the King of the Infinite Realms. Hopefully this time he can be loved and cared for like he deserves. 

The weight of monitoring the Time Stream was one Clockwork would never wish on another being. He had bared witness to horrors that were truly beyond the comprehension of a lesser ghost. He has seen Pariah Dark slaughter his way across the universe. He had seen Darkseid complete the Anti-Life equation and unmake existence. He had seen a rampaging Doomsday wipe out all intelligent life. All in alternate timelines where a hero had failed 

While his power was not absolute, Clockwork's purpose was to guide the Time Stream away from such calamitous endings. A small nudge of a bullet’s path here, a bomb disarmed at the last second there, a villain taking just a moment longer to monologue somewhere in the middle. Whatever it took to keep the Time Stream on the proper path. 

More important than protecting the Mortal Realms, Clockwork focused most of his attention on the Time Stream of the Infinite Realms. The so-called Ghost Zone was connected to an infinite number of dimensions and alternate realities and if the Zone were to collapse, or the Time Stream become marred it would lead to the catastrophic collapse of all other realities until all of existence was unmade. 

It was for the preservation of the Time Stream that Clockwork aided the other Ancients in entombing Pariah Dark. The Tyrant Ghost King would never have been happy with his subjects in the Realms. Eventually he would have wanted to conquer the universe to add all of existence to his control. Even if he somehow managed to slaughter every living thing that existed across all the infinite dimensions and realities he then would have turned his gaze back to the Zone and set about slaughtering and shattering his own citizens. 

Since the fall of Pariah Dark, no single being has had as much of an impact on the security of the Realms and the Time Stream. That was until a single boy, in action so unlikely that in all the infinite timelines Clockwork had witnessed it had only happened once. Daniel Fenton, known to the ghosts as Phantom, became the second ever Halfa. Half ghost, half alive. The moment echoes across the new timeline, carving and reshaping the possible futures from this one radiating moment. 

At first there had been numerous timelines where it was Danny who broke the Time Stream,  or who slaughtered his way across the cosmos. Maybe he went back in time and had accidentally unwritten his own birth causing the timeline to collapse into a singularity or a paradox. Maybe he was tortured into insanity by the Ghost Investigation Ward or his parents and in his madness brought about the end of all things. Maybe he cheated on a test and then watched his family die in front of him and then killed almost all life on the planet. 

However unlike others with this amount of potential for harm, it only took a single instance of Daniel facing his own dark potential future for those possibilities to vanish. Again the boy had the bizarre ability to simply will timelines into or out of existence. There were no longer any timelines where he would harm the Time Stream, or threaten the realities. 

Daniel believed in his own personal rules for himself so strongly that they could rewrite all manner of possible alternate realities. He told himself he had to protect and so he did so. He told himself he couldn’t become Dan, so he didn’t. It was an ability, a belief in himself that Clockwork had rarely seen before, no matter how many timelines he observed. 

When Daniel faced Pariah Dark, unknowingly challenging the Tyrant for the throne of the Infinite Realms, Clockwork could see the future of the Time Stream brighten with every blow he landed against him. When he successfully defeated Pariah in single combat Clockwork watched the numerous time lines wherein High King Phantom led the Infinite Realms into a golden age of peace and prosperity. 

However, even Daniel wasn’t perfect. He was untrained in many areas, self taught in others. There were beings, ghosts or mortals who were better fighters than him and if they challenged him could unmake the good work he could do. He needed to be trained, to be taught all he needed to know about how to fight, how to lead, how to govern, how to negotiate. All of that training would take time, and for once, Clockwork the god of time, who had witnessed timelines and futures beyond count, didn’t have enough time. 

Clockwork had managed to convince Daniel that he would not officially have to take the crown until he was ready. Daniel interpreted that as he had until his eighteenth birthday, only a few short months away now. Clockwork could not see any timeline where the boy did not take up the crown upon his birthday. So Clockwork, who had watched eons pass, was suddenly on a time crunch, to infuse Daniel’s mind with what some ghosts spent centuries learning and perfecting. 

So he had stumbled upon a solution. He needed to push back Daniel’s birthday. But how to do it? If he did the simplest solution and just held Daniel in his clocktower lair, outside of the Time Stream, it would be a matter of hours of instruction before the boy grew bored and left. Any other solutions would end up breaking Daniel’s very shallow trust in Clockwork which could lead to catastrophes in the futures. 

Daniel either had to choose to delay his own birthday, which he would never do because with his birthday also came with freedom from his parents, or he couldn’t know that Clockwork had delayed the day. It was fortunate then that Clockwork had the ability to manipulate a being’s place in the Time Stream. In the common vernacular he could make things age forward or in reverse at any rate he desired. It would be a simple affair to regress Daniel to a younger age, restrict his memories, locked behind certain aging milestones. But what to do with the boy then?

Clock could certainly train Daniel himself, or have one of the other powerful and trustworthy ghosts watch over the deaged boy king. There were however two flaws with that idea. Even before he officially accepts the crown, Daniel could still be challenged by other ghosts, so he would have to be hidden away from the ghosts that would threaten him. The other flaw was that Daniel was only half a ghost. His human half had needs that couldn’t be seen to in the Infinite Realms. He would need to be watched over in the Mortal Realms. 

Where to place a young boy, who would inevitably develop his ghostly powers and his heroic tendencies? Where could he learn to fight or to lead so that he could not be bested in combat and instead lead the Infinite Realms to the brighter future Clockwork had seen? If only there were heroes in the world that could guide the child king. Oh wait. 

There were numerous heroes in the Mortal Realm, many of whom would be delighted to care for, raise, and train a young hero. The Kryptonian, the Amazon, the Atlantean. All of them have things they could teach the boy, their moral codes: incorruptible iron. However, being Master of Time meant weighing all sides to try and gain the most benefits from a decision. While these power houses would be able to teach Daniel much before he took up the crown, they would benefit little from their tutelage. 

Searching for someone who had the skills Daniel needed to learn, the connections to fill in any gaps, and would benefit from raising a lonely and broken child led Clockwork to the Bats of Gotham. The Bat himself wouldn’t do, he had too many children already, and Daniel did not need another absentee or emotionally stunted parent. The children of the Cowl however… there were many options there. Cassandra to learn the way of Shadows, Damian to learn the way of Blades, Richard to learn how to fly even before his powers develop. Daniel would benefit equally from any of the Knights of Gotham, as the siblings would always, in every timeline, reach out to each other to ensure the best possible care. 

There was one that would benefit the most. The one who’s compassion had been drowned in the rage of corrupted ectoplasm. Yet still, fought every day for control, fought to protect. The one who would without question care for a hurt child, who would be calmed by the child king’s aura of pure ectoplasm. And with the network of heroes he would have access to all the help he could ever ask for in the training of his ghost child. 

Decision made, Clockwork turned to look at the floating gears around his head. In one a hero wearing a red helmet was being called to a source of ectoplasm that called to the Pit inside him. Danny had bled on Clockwork’s floor after the last time his parents had caught him in his Phantom form. Clockwork simply kept the blood and then poured it out onto a Gotham rooftop in order to bring his hero of choice into the proper position. 

In another, a tired Daniel flew back to the portal to the Mortal Realms. He had been through a long day. Multiple fights in Amity Park, then a long lesson in Clockwork’s lair. In the last gear, Daniel’s parents descended into their basement with Vlad Masters, the first halfa, otherwise known as Plasmius. Clockwork could have shortened the conversation with Daniel to prevent the coming confrontation, or he could have held him there in the Infinite Realms longer, but this needed to happen. 

He watched as Daniel stepped out of the swirling portal, transforming into his human form mid yawn. The Fentons reacted at once, his mother pulling and firing a blaster in the blink of an eye. Daniel lept back, flight taking over in an instant, one hand clamped over the blaster wound on his side. A flash of light again started to travel up Daniel’s body as his father levied his, much larger, ecto bazooka and fired. A sneer gleaming in Masters’ eyes at Daniel’s misfortune. 

“Time Out.” Clockwork said. The images in the gears froze. The hero and his brother were almost at the rooftop. Daniel was frozen mid transformation. A powerful beam of ecto energy was stationary, stopped on its course towards Daniel’s body. 

Clockwork willed himself to Daniel’s side. If he didn’t involve himself now this would be the worst of Daniel’s tortures at his parent’s hands, almost enough to drive him to a world ending madness. However even this wasn’t enough to overcome Daniel’s strength of character. Instead Daniel would withdraw from the world, turn his back on the humans. It would break him in a different way. 

He tapped Daniel with his staff and watched as the boy regressed, the consequences of puberty undoing themselves before his eyes. He stopped when Daniel was just short of five years old. Daniel would be old enough to learn from his new mentor without being an undue burden on someone not expecting to be caring for a child. And he would have 13 years to learn as much as he could from the heroes. 

Clockwork grabbed the deaged child in his arms then glanced around at the scene he was leaving. Anger and hatred radiating off the faces of Daniel’s parents. Cruel glee on the face of Plasmius. If the Fentons were allowed to live they would never stop hunting Phantom, the ghost they assumed had killed their son. They would keep escalating their attacks until war between the Realms was inevitable. 

Their hatred and rage would only be fueled by the man standing behind them. If Vlad Masters learned that Daniel was in a vulnerable state, he would not hesitate to try and manipulate control over him or to challenge a toddler for the crown of the High King. Under the rule of Plasmius the Infinite Realms would rot away in his constant search for more and greater power. Removing Masters at least temporarily and Daniel’s parents permanently could only be good for realms, at least if Daniel eventually could bring himself to forgive Clockwork for it. 

He tapped a panel of the portal with his staff and watched as the screws holding the panel in place corroded and rusted, aging decades before his eyes. When the screws finally crumpled to dust the panel fell to the ground exposing wires and charged ectoplasm that powered the portal. The ecto blast was directly lined up with the exposed components now that Daniel wasn’t in the way. 

It was the perfect time for an explosion. Daniel’s two companions were at their homes. Tucker Foley and Samantha Manson wouldn’t find out about the explosion until the following morning. His sister, Jasmine Fenton wouldn’t find out about it for a week. He had thought about trying to prevent her from reconnecting with her brother, but the girl was tenacious. It was a family trait. Trying to stop her from finding her brother was like trying to stop the very flow of time. When she inevitably found him, it would do nothing but help the boy’s emotional growth. 

Clockwork pulled Daniel away, changing his clothes from those fit for a teenager to those of a toddler. Daniel might be angry at him later, but Clockwork couldn’t resist the star themed footie pajamas. Bearing the weight of the Time Stream was a lot. He had to take his small moments of enjoyment where he could. 

The two of them appeared on the rooftop in Gotham. Clockwork knew the heroes were only a few roofs away. He set Daniel down on the rooftop next to the small puddle of his blood. Next to the boy, who had during his transformation to a child had fallen asleep, Clockwork placed his gifts. A red beanie saturated with Foley’s ecto signature. A pair of black, fingerless gloves saturated with Manson’s. And finally a teddy bear dressed up as an astronaut. The bear not only contained Jasmine’s ecto signature, but smelled like her favorite shampoo, a mix of her namesake and apple blossoms. Inside he had recorded a final gift from Jasmine to Daniel that the boy would discover later. The last thing he wanted was for Daniel to forget completely about the people who had loved him, even if his memories of them would be restrained for now. 

Clockwork glanced around to make sure that everything was how he wanted it, then appeared back in his haunt in the Infinite Realms. The two gears again showed their frozen scenes, just as he had left them. 

“Time In.” 

Out of the corner of his eye he could see one gear suddenly light up with green light as the portal overloaded and exploded, wiping out the Fenton home. He flicked his wrist and banished the gear away from his sight as he focused on the last. He watched as the Red Hood swung up and onto the rooftop. He watched as the hero came to a sudden stop at the scene before him. And even though he couldn’t see the man’ face through the helmet, he knew his eyes had widened in surprise. 

Clockwork just hoped he had done enough for Daniel to grow up, happy this time, and to have the skills needed to be the best king the Infinite Realms had ever had, or would ever have.

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[youcalledsworld]

Danny Phantom across the Multiverse

Vlad never learns and like always left his 17 year old nemesis to clean up his mess. So what did Vlad do? He opened the sarcophagus of forever sleep again.

At least he didn't do it for ultimate power again. No he did it because he was desperate, because the Observants finally wanted to lock him up for opening the sarcophagus the first time and releasing Vortex.

So Vlad ran but he didn't want to run forever so he thought he could gain favor from Pariah by releasing him. But that didn't work he just ended up swapping imprisonment for 3000 years for ceasing to exist.

This led to Danny fighting Pariah again, this time without the ecto-skeleton. It was a fierce battle that had the Infinite Realms shaking, the effects of it could be felt in every dimension.

Battered and bruised Danny stood infront Pariah Dark ready to finally end the fight. He crushed Parish's core, but while the old King was fading he didn't want Danny to feel victorious. So he opened up numerous portals behind the halfa that was beginning to suck him in.

While Danny was fighting against the portals with the last of Pariah strength he blasted Danny where his core was and it split into 10 pieces and Danny's energy and body was sucked into them when all but one piece was sucked into the portal.

Clockwork made sure to save one piece so that his grandson could make it back to him and his family.

Once the pieces were spat out the other end of the portals in different dimensions, 9 different Danny's emerged from the pieces.

One Danny found himself stumbling into a Camp that had the campers wearing orange coloured shirts and running around with swords and other kind of weapons. They welcomed him into the camp and helped him recover. He spent 2 years training, questing and trying to find his way back home. Sadly Danny lost his life in the war against the Titans to save his fellow campers.

When he died his core went back to the piece that was being held in Clockworks lair

Another found himself on an island that had dinosaurs and two giant Viking warrior friends fighting to prove who had caught the bigger fish. When they weren't fighting they were training Danny. Sadly he had to leave them in order to find a way home, so he left with a small pirate crew that was led by a man with a straw hat. They had many adventures, they laughed and cried, fought in many battles, fought against the world government and completed their dreams all except Danny who instead of making it home, made one for himself and had lived long enough to meet his great grand children.

Then he passed peacefully in his sleep and made his way back to his grandfather.

Another Danny found himself in a crime ridden city called Gotham instead of helping he decided to find a way home, he knows he should help but this wasn't his dimension he needed to get home. So he started stealing from tech companies in hope to build a portal home. After a few years when he was almost done with the portal the city gained its own vigilante called Batman and he was trying to catch Danny already. The rookie vigilante was well trained but Danny found out that Batman was actually Bruce Wayne (what's with billionaires and their secret life?). Sadly Danny found out that the veil was too thick to punch a hole into the infinite realms so he gave up and became a teacher at Gotham Academy. He eventually married one of his students mothers. A wonderful woman named Paula Crock, they met by accident and got along well. They told each other about their past and decided it didn't matter. Plus she loved it when he broke her ex husband's nose arms and legs. He even punched Bruce Wayne in the face for sending his step daughter on a mission that got her sent to the hospital. Sadly he was gunned down by a criminal while he was shielding his students. On his death bed he promised Paula he would come back for her.

Clockwork promised that he would help Danny reunite with the families he made.

When Max opened his eyes he couldn't remember who he was or how he ended up on the side of the road. Thankfully the Tennyson's gave him a name and adopted him. They even helped him pursue his dream of becoming an astronaut. But thanks to a certain incident he found out he could become something more if he joined the Plumbers. Joining the Plumbers gave him the best and worst times in his life. He made friends he couldn't have met if he didn't join but he also lost friends in this line of work. He also met his ex-wife Verdona who had given him his sons. Then he remembered his past but he couldn't leave his family he made so he didn't look for a way home. His grandson then became a hero like he was when he found the Omnitrix so he trained him. Hoping he didn't make the same mistakes he did, of course Ben made mistakes but at least he was around to help him. Until he wasn't, he was on a mission until he was discovered and had to ask Ben to step up and complete it for him and he did. He was so proud of his grandson, who became a better hero than he ever was. He still helped his grandson when he could even if he didn't want his help. Then one of his grandsons enemies accidentally made a portal to the Infinite Realms and it was going haywire, so he told his grandson and great grandsons to leave so he could shut it down. The only way he could make sure it didn't destroy the world was making it implode which would suck everything in a 10 mile radius into the Infinite Realms. He said good bye to his family and allowed himself to be sucked in.

Max met his Grandfather on the other side and gave him the biggest hug he could. He asked Clockwork if his family was still alive in his original dimension. Clockwork told him that what felt like decades to him over there was only hours here. Then he went on to tell Max that other fragments of him scattered across the Multiverse and would come back when they died or like him enter a realm portal. He also told him that now he had to put the core that was in him with the other core fragments in his lair.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #Danny Phantom x Paula Crock #young justice #dp x young justice #one piece #Danny joins the Strawhats #dp x one piece #percy jackson #dp x percy jackson #Danny is a camper #Danny vs Pariah Dark #Ben 10 #Danny Fenton is Max Tennyson #max x verdona #Danny Phantom x Ben 10 crossover #what other dimensions does danny end up in? #Clockwork is Danny's grandfather

[rainybyday]

I know there are a lot of stories saying that magic users don’t like to visit or go near Amity Park in any of the dc x dp fics but what if they did. 

Finding a place that has connections to magical forces aren’t uncommon but most magic users like to stay away from very high potent of magic lands if they are unknown to them. No one wants to mess with magic that you have no idea will either curse you or help you or leave you alone. Better safe then sorry. 

Amity Park is one such place, an unknown variable in a realm of possibilities. The reason that no magic users ever went on its grounds. It wasn’t because they know of the dangers of Amity, but that Amity was too much of an unknown for anyone to do anything about it.

But the day that Danny won against Pariah Dark was the day that the energy in Amity shifted, not only in its lands but to everything ever connected to magic in any way. Danny’s win against the King of the Infinite Realms had shifted power over to him of all those dead, an event that has never happen before, thus, created a domino effect of the rules of death being rewritten under his common and power, a shift in power and the universes system as they know it.

The defeat of the King had shifted not only the power of death but also the system of dimensions, magic and life itself. 

(Or instead of leaving Amity to its lonesome, have a magic or group of magic users just feel this shift in reality because of Danny’s win against Pariah Dark and them/they trying to find what the heck happened to feel such a wave of power come over them and the rewriting of reality around them that they feel.)

#dc x dp #danny phantom #danny fenton

[q-gorgeous]

Are You Still In There

fanfiction

ao3

word count: 2231

Danny is a half-ghost/half-human who’s been living in the Ghost Zone ever since he can remember. One day, while flying around the zone, he finds two humans! He's never seen real humans before! How did they get here? And who are they? @duchi-nesten

heres another

Danny flew through the ghost zone. He loved it here. There was always something interesting happening, something new to look at. 

It was also really nice today. The ghost zone sometimes had some really strange weather that would appear sporadically, but no random storms or quakes had happened today. It was very peaceful. Or at least as peaceful as the ghost zone could get. 

He heard something strange. It sounded like something propelling itself forward through the ghost zone. It was similar to Skulker’s jets in his suit. What could it be?

When he looked down he saw something flying through the zone below him. It didn’t look like anything he’s ever seen. He looked closer and saw two humans sitting in the seats in front of the large window. 

Humans! He’s never seen any real humans before. The other ghosts only ever told him stories. And very few at that. This was his chance to talk to some real humans!

He flew down toward them and was rehearsing what he was going to say. Were humans normally freaked out by ghosts? Could he just go up to them and say hi? Clearly if they were here he probably couldn’t freak them out too much. Not when they were also flying around in the ghost zone.

As he flew towards the ship, he watched as the girl that was inside it looked up at him. Her eyes widened and she shook her friend's shoulder, pointing up at where he was flying to them. She pressed a button and then he could hear her voice coming out of some speakers.

“Danny? Danny is that you?” The girl called. Her hands were pressed against the glass of their weird spaceship looking thing as she stared straight at him. 

“How do you know my name?” He cocked his head at her. 

“Tucker! I think that’s him!” She said excitedly, ignoring him.

“But he looks so different. His skin is a different color and his ears are pointed now. Sam, what if he’s…”

She bit her lip and looked away from the boy. Tucker. 

“Maybe… Maybe he’s not. Maybe we just have to get him back to the human realm.”

“How do you guys know me?” He flew up to their ship and stared at them through the window. 

They exchanged a concerned glance between the two of them and he was confused. 

“Do you not remember us, Danny?” Sam whispered.

“Nope. I’ve been here for as long as I can remember.” He frowned. “Am I supposed to remember you?”

“We are your best friends.” Sam pleaded. “We’ve spent so long looking for you. It had been so long, we were almost ready to give up. We thought maybe you died… We didn’t know what would happen if you died again, where you would go. We thought you might have just disappeared.”

Danny furrowed his brows. “How could I have died again if I was already dead when I knew the two of you? That doesn’t make sense.”

“You’re telling me.” Tucker said quietly. 

“Can you come back home with us, Danny?” Sam said. Her hands were still pressed against the glass. 

Danny smiled. “I don’t know if you’re telling the truth, but I’d be up for going to the human realm! I’ve never been there before. It could be fun.”

He flew through the door into the ship after Sam opened it for him. Once she had the door shut again, she scooped him up in a big hug.

“I’m so glad we found you.” She whispered. 

“So assuming you guys are telling the truth, what happened?” Danny asked. He awkwardly patted Sam’s back. 

“You were fighting some new ghost we’d never seen before.” Sam pulled back to look at him. “He must’ve been on the same level as Pariah Dark because your parents were evacuating people out of the city. We were leaving when a big explosion happened and then the fight was over. You defeated the ghost, but then you were nowhere to be found.”

“When you went missing after defeating that ghost, your parents thought Phantom had something to do with it since he went missing at the same time, obviously. We had to tell them everything. We needed their help to be able to find you since we didn’t know what happened to you.” Tucker said quietly. 

“Everyone’s been so worried but we finally found you. We’re going to fix this. Everything’s going to be okay now.” 

Danny looked at Sam and Tucker as they spoke. He didn’t remember anything about his human life. But these two people made him wish he did. Maybe he wasn’t dead after all. Maybe he had a chance to get his memories back.

-----

Danny jumped out of their ship and landed on the tiled floor of a cold basement. The swirling portal was behind them and he was still surprised about how he had never found it before. It wasn’t that far away from where he normally resided in the zone, how had he never seen it before?

He looked around at the basement. Supposedly this was his parents lab. This didn’t seem any more familiar to him than his two best friends that brought him here. 

“So what do my parents do again?” Danny asked. “I don’t think most normal people have labs in their basements.”

“Oh, uh, they’re ghost hunters.” Tucker smiled sheepishly.

“They’re not gonna kill me deader, are they?” Danny asked. Who knew if his parents even believed their story that he was one in the same as their son. 

“They shouldn’t. They better not.” Sam frowned as she started heading up the stairs on the other side of the room. “We explained everything to them and they seemed really remorseful about everything that’s happened. They shouldn’t change their minds now.”

“Come on, Danny. Let’s go upstairs.” Tucker smiled at him. “We can let everyone know the good news.”

They headed up the stairs together. Danny felt nervous for some reason. If everything they were saying was true, how would his parents really feel about him now? Being a ghost was all he’d ever known, were they going to try and take that away from him?

His hands felt jittery as he passed through the doorway leading into what looked like the kitchen. He could see three people sitting at the table in the center of the rooms and his anxious thoughts were dashed away when the smallest of the three stood up and ran towards him.

“Danny!” She threw her arms around his neck. “Danny, is that really you? What happened? Where have you been all this time?”

“Jazz, Danny doesn’t remember anything.” Tucker said softly. 

He felt as Jazz slowly pulled back from him. She studied his face, looking for any ounce of recognition in his eyes. She must not have found what she was looking for because tears welled up in her eyes and she pulled away. Seeing her cry hurt.

She took a deep breath. “Sorry, that must have been weird or overwhelming. I’m Jazz, your sister.”

Danny studied her face but then his gaze drifted behind her to where the two older people were still sitting at the table. They stared at him with wide eyes. 

“Are those our parents?”

Jazz nodded. “Yes.”

He watched as the woman, his mom, stood up from her chair. She walked towards him slowly. 

“Danny?”

She studied his face and tears filled her eyes. His dad walked up behind her, studying his face in the same way,

“How did we never see it before?” She whispered. “You look nearly identical to your human half.”

A sob pushed its way out of her throat. “I’m sorry for everything, Danny. I’m so sorry. Maybe if we had known, you wouldn’t have disappeared. We could’ve stayed to help.”

He didn’t remember anything she was talking about, so he couldn’t offer her any help. All he could do was watch. 

“Mom, do you know how to fix this?” Jazz asked.

His mom took a deep breath and steadied herself. “We’ll have to figure out what happened first. We need to do a bit of research before we can start making theories and plans on how to move forward.” She smiled at Danny.

“Glad to have you back.” His dad said. 

“Glad to be here.” Danny smiled at the strangers surrounding him. He couldn’t remember them yet, but they felt like home. 

-----

Danny floated above his bed in his room drinking from a slurpy Sam and Tucker had dropped off for him after school. He couldn’t resume his normal human activities yet since he still couldn’t remember anything, not even how to change back to his human form, but they were always offering to bring him things they said he liked before or stories to tell him. 

“Danny!” His mom called from downstairs.

He set the slurpy down on his bedside table and floated downstairs through the floor into the living room. His mom stood facing the stairs, expecting him to be walking down them.

“Hey, what’s up?” He said behind her. 

She jumped a little bit and turned around to face him.

“Oh, Danny!” Her hand was to her chest. “You startled me.”

“Sorry.” He said sheepishly. 

She waved it off and smiled at him. “Your dad and I have made progress.”

“Progress?” He asked. 

“We’ve been observing you since you came back home.” She started. “We think spending so much time in the ghost zone forced your ghost form to adapt. Without knowing you were also supposed to be human, it could be possible that your body let itself change to better suit your environment.”

She gestured at his face. “Your ghost form is already starting to go back to how it initially was before you came back.”

“It is?” Danny asked, shocked. He hadn’t noticed anything about his appearance changing.

His mom nodded. “Your ears are no longer so long and pointed and your skin is closer to a more human tone.”

“Huh.” How did he not notice that?

“We’ve also started developing a new invention that will let us see inside your core.”

Danny raised a hand up to his chest. “That won’t hurt, will it?”

She shook her head. “Not a bit. All it’ll do is scan your core. This way we can see exactly what’s happening inside it. We’re going to see if the part of your core that triggered your transformation is still there.”

“And if it’s not?” Danny asked.

She paused for a moment. “If it’s not still there then it’s likely you died in that last battle.”

Danny swallowed hard. “That’s some high stakes for a simple scan.”

She nodded. “We’ve got to keep hope though. You’ve proven that you’re extremely lucky, in one way or another. I’m sure we’ll be able to find it. If we do, we at least know where to start.”

He nodded back at her. “Are you working on it right now?”

“Yes, it’ll be our priority until it’s finished.”

“Can I come see it?”

She smiled. “Of course.”

-----

Danny sat in the living room with Sam and Tucker. It was Friday, the start of the weekend, so they came over right after school to hang out the whole weekend. His parents said that they were close to finishing their new invention that would be able to scan his core and they wanted to be here when it was done so they could all find out what it said together. 

For now, Sam and Tucker were regaling him with all sorts of stories about their classmates.

“Wait, wait.” Danny shook his hands in front of him. “You’re telling me the guy used to beat me up all the time? Why’s he so sad I’ve been missing then?”

Sam shrugged. “Tucker thinks that he lost his favorite punching bag. I think he’s got some deeply repressed feelings for you.”

Tucker rolled his eyes. “There’s never been any sort of evidence pointing towards Dash being interested in guys. What are you even basing your theory off of?”

“Maybe it’s a gut feeling.” 

“The Fenton’s would be offended by you making theories without anything to support them.”

“Yeah, well, they used to-”

Sam was interrupted when Jazz slammed the basement door open in the kitchen. She ran through the door into the living room, out of breath. She looked at the three of them and smiled. 

“Mom and dad finally finished the invention! We’re going to get to see if your human form is still in there somewhere.” Jazz said excitedly. 

Danny, Sam, and Tucker exchanged glances with one another. Sam and Tucker smiled at him but he could tell they were nervous. 

They stood up and Tucker extended a hand to him. Danny let him pull him up off the couch. Jazz ran back to the basement door. 

They followed after Jazz and walked down the stairs. When Danny passed the threshold of the lab, he could see the invention his parents had been working on ever since he came back sitting in the middle of the lab. He walked toward it.

Sam and Tucker walked with him, one on either side of him. He looked at them nervously.

“Are you ready to see if you’re still in there somewhere?” Sam asked with a small smile on her face. 

Danny nodded. “Definitely.”

#gorgi writes #danny phantom #phic phight 2023 #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #jazz fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #fanfiction

[warrior-komatsuhime]

The Observants' Control

The Observants are more than mere observers. Of course that is the majority of their job. However, the Observants love to be in control. They need to make sure everything is the way they want it needs to be. Plus, the rush of power they get from that control. It's such a pleasant buzz. Not many beings can say they control an Ancient and a God. That rush is intoxicating. Although, Clockwork is the only one they can control at the moment. They are hopeful to control some more soon. The more powerful the Observants can become, the better everything will be for the rest of the Infinite Realms and beyond.

However, controlling an Ancient wasn’t and still isn't an easy task, especially one such as Clockwork. The Observants used Clockwork's past relationship with Pariah Dark as a threat against them. The Observants made sure to keep the threat vague, knowing Clockwork's own imagination will be far worse and keep them in line better than any direct threat they can make. A bit of ghostly magic helps as well. Although the Observants aren't very powerful or skilled, their numbers and that threat should keep Clockwork in line should their spell fail at any point.

Regardless of how it's done, the Observants have some way to sort of keep Clockwork in line with how they view the world and how the future should be. However, Phantom is making the Observants' lives very difficult. Especially after defeating Pariah Dark and having a claim to the throne of the Infinite Realms. And now because of that freak of nature halfa, Clockwork is slipping from their grasp. Because of Phantom, Clockwork is repairing their broken heart and moving on from Pariah Dark, finding love elsewhere and with a mortal no less. That does the Observants no good. This mortal, Alfred the Observants believes that's what Clockwork called him, most likely won't become a ghost at all which means the Observants won't be able to control Clockwork using the same methods. That is to say, if Clockwork hasn't made the human immortal already. That was well within Clockwork's powerset after all. In order for the Observants to regain their control over Clockwork, they gathered and captured Phantom, that abomination, and Alfred along with Pariah Dark, securely locked in his coffin of Eternal Sleep, and hidden them from view of Clockwork.

Hiding three people is almost impossible from Clockwork. However, there are a few ways to do so. The first method would be to erase them from existence. This doesn't do the Observants any good. They have no leverage that way. The second option is killing them. However, Clockwork would still be able to view their timeline and find out the truth. The last option would be to use ghostly magic. A specific spell will hide the intended target from the detection of any and every being. This will get Clockwork's attention and show them that the Observants aren't very pleased with them. So, the Observants went with option three. Plus, this way, the Observants will have enough time to think of a way to also control that disgrace of a ghost, Phantom.

It wasn't long before Clockwork came storming into their observatory, growling in anger, eyes glowing with untold rage, and exuding a dangerous, oppressive aura that threatened pain beyond imagination for those who wronged them. Clockwork realized their playthings were missing a lot quicker than the Observants would have liked. The Observants watch Clockwork in faux calmness, all secretly terrified of what might happen. It's fine though because they have the three beings that Clockwork cares most about from All’s creations. Clockwork zeros in and immediately flies over to the leader of all the Observants.

"Ah, Clockwork, nice o-'' the Observant is cut off when Clockwork doesn't stop their advance, but instead speeds up and slams the Observant into the nearest wall with Clockwork's fist balling up the front of his robe. With Clockwork's face so close to the Observant, he can see the tears of frustration rolling down Clockwork's cheeks and landing lightly on the Observant's robe.

Clockwork is not playing around. They had enough of the Observants' bullshit. It was fine when it was just Clockwork and their sleeping husband. However, when the Obserants took their child and boyfriend somewhere Clockwork couldn't see, not even All can protect the Observants from Clockwork’s vengeful wrath. Clockwork never claimed to be a merciful god. The Observants will receive a small taste of their wrath.

"You took them away from me. So now I will take something from you." Wisps of smoke escaped Clockwork's mouth as they angrily rasp their words mere inches away from the Observant's face. The heat of more than Clockwork's voice was making the Observant sweat.

"Wai-"

"You shall observe no more," the calm rumble of Clockwork’s voice makes the Observant sweat more in fear. They lift their right hand and delicately place their fingers around the Observant's enormous eye, fangs bared in threat.

It happens so quickly, and so painfully. Clockwork probably used their time manipulation ability to exact their revenge. The Observant screams in agony as blood splatters across Clockwork's fangs and the rest of their face.

It’s so dark. He can't see anything. For the first time in his existence, the Observant can't see anything. Unfortunately for the Observant, he can still hear everything. The terrified and pained screams from his fellow Observants. It’s brutal. The Observant leader's imagination is going wild with what Clockwork is doing to his fellow Observants. Whatever it is, it can't be good.

However, that isn't what concerns him the most. The Observant leader isn't foolish enough to think Clockwork will grant the Observants the mercy of properly healing themselves. He knew Clockwork will use their power to manipulate time in a way so that their eyes will regenerate incorrectly if at all, leaving them permanently blinded. The thought of seeing nothing, not even darkness, terrifies the Observants. Having their worst nightmares come true is so much worse than they ever thought it would be.

"Now, where are they?" The Observant leader yelps and pathetically jumps away in fear. The feeling of Clockwork’s stinging breath on the side of his face is a lot more terrifying now that he can’t see. Not being able to see is going to probably kill the Observants sooner rather than later.

If he is going to die anyways, he might as well make sure Clockwork is miserable for the rest of their eternity. How dare they have the audacity to defy the Observants. Clockwork is just an aid for them to use to observe the known. Clockwork is little more than a tool for the Observants. At least, that's what Clockwork was supposed to be. Clockwork deserves to suffer for what they have done to him and his fellow Observants.

"Somewhere you and your powers can never reach." The Observant laughs in defiance at Clockwork.

"I never thought the Observants would be foolish enough to take a chosen of Aether, let alone what is mine." The deep rumble of Clockwork's voice is a lot more petrifying when one isn't able to see anything.

"W-what do you mean? A chosen of A-Aether?" The leader's voice trembles in even more fear. How is that possible?

The deep, rumbling chuckle sent another shiver of fear running down the Observants' spines. "I am not the only Ancient or God to claim dominion over Phantom."

"What?" gasps the leader in surprise. "No..." the Observant's voice is barely above a whisper.

"Yes!" The Observant can hear the feral grin in Clockwork's voice. "That child, you Observants despise so much, is more powerful than you will ever know. And has the favor of those even far more powerful than him." Clockwork bellows with unhinged glee in their voice. With too much hatred and disgust in their voice, Clockwork continues. "I'll let you all suffer in your pitiful unseeing state. It's more mercy than any of you deserve." Clockwork sighs deeply with faux exhaustion. "However, I'd rather not have Phantom disappointed in me. I want to keep his favor. After all, my child will find his way back to me sooner or later. And I'm sure he'll bring the loves of my existence with him.” It sounds like Clockwork is talking to himself now.

With the small hope that Clockwork is distracting themself with imagining their future, the leader tries to crawl away. He needs a place to hide, heal, and recuperate. The other Observants are probably attempting to do the same thing right now. Probably not. The leader hears the pained moans and groans of his fellow Observants. Most of them probably can't even move.

"And where do you think you're going?" Seething rage is back in Clockwork's voice.

The leader stops dead in his tracks, shaking in fear. "P-please," his voice comes out as nothing more than a trembling whisper. "I need to rest and heal." The Observant becomes acutely aware of the sweat making his robes cling to his back and the big drops of blood leaking out of his eye socket.

"Fine," Clockwork says casually, it gives a small breath of relief to the leader.

Then suddenly the leader can feel that same smoke from earlier on his face again. The Observant barely notices that he isn't even touching the ground anymore as he is presumably lifted and leveled up to Clockwork's face. The tension comes back full force to the Observant.

"I'll make sure you heal." Smoke billows into the Observant's wounded eye socket making it sting and burn just that much more.

In the back of his mind the Observant wonders if that is regular smoke. Probably not. It’s probably some sort of toxic temporal residue. Not toxic to Clockwork, of course. Just toxic to anyone else. His nice little distractive musings didn't last long.

"However, the healing process will be painful." The leader can feel the hateful glee in Clockwork's aura as well as their voice. "And your scars will be so painful. Even a breeze will make you kneel in crippling pain."

If he was capable of it, the Observant leader would have probably died of fear at this point.

"That goes for all of you!" Clockwork addresses the rest of the Observants.

The room is filled with the terrified shrieks of his fellow Observants. However, they are drowned out by his own tormented screams as Clockwork begins. Clockwork takes their sweet, painfully slow time with each and every Observant. They all know Clockwork went deliberately and excruciatingly slow with this process just to draw out their revenge.

By the time Clockwork is done, an aura of contentment with an underlying flick of rage surrounds them. Clockwork leaves, covered in Observant blood and flesh, feeling satisfied with their work. They need to prepare for Danny's, Alfred's, and Pariah Dark's return. They should probably start with cleaning the bits of Observant off themself. And then preparing a meal with all the eyes they collected sounds delicious. Although, Clockwork will make sure to prepare something human for Alfred to enjoy as well. Clockwork is content in their domestic tasks as they wait for their loved ones to return to them. After all, everything's the way it’s supposed to be. 

#danny phantom #danny phantom headcanon #clockwork #clockwork centric #dp #Clockwork x Pariah Dark #past Clockwork x Pariah Dark #danny is Clockwork's child #scary clockwork #protective clockwork #Observants #observants are assholes #slight ghost cannibalism #slight gore #kidnapping #dp x dc #but only very slightly #clockwork x alfred #i just think that's a very cute ship #but if you want you can ship cw whoever you want #nonbinary clockwork #i hc the literal embodiment of time doesn't have a gender #yes beta we live like danny

[five-rivers]

What Was Bound, What Was Loosed 6

AO3

The palace of the King of All Ghosts was surrounded by acres upon acres of gardens.  They were tended to by shades, shadowy not-ghosts bound to the king’s will.  

The new king’s shades were gentle, quiet, unassuming, and faded into the background, unlike what they had been for the last king.  Pariah Dark had been anything but gentle, and his shades had reflected that.  Even during his golden age, they had been forceful, a projection of his confidence, his power.  

Petitioners were received in the gardens, now.  Not the throne room.  Never the throne room.  Never a throne.  Those who knew what went into a coronation were not surprised.  Others…  

He was so different from Pariah.  Pariah had not opened his keep to petitioners for years after he was crowned.  When he woke it was with fury in his heart, vengeance on his mind, for all that the strain of his coronation kept him from attempting conquest for several long, blessed years.  

No, the new king was… soft was not, perhaps, the correct word.  Perhaps there were no words that could truly describe him in his entirety.  When he saw petitioners, his weakness, his wounds, were clearly on display, something that few rulers would ever allow.  The times when he accepted petitioners were short, scattered, his health not robust enough to withstand longer audiences.  

Yet even those whose requests were turned away did not dare attack him, did not dare try to threaten him for the sake of their wish.  

This was at least partially because of the looming presence of the Master of Time at the king’s shoulder, but… not entirely.  No.  Not entirely.  

The new king was young, small, hurt, and, at times, desperate.  But there was something about him, something invisible and sharply dangerous.  To push him too hard would be to press bare hands against shattered glass.  Not done wisely.

Although some would say that petitioning the Ghost King was unwise to begin with.  

.

Danny was finding balance.  

Somehow.  Somehow.  

He still ached for sleep, still lacked the energy to stay awake, still felt like he was falling apart, still felt like an open wound, like he was made of salt, like everything he was had been broken, but he was finding balance.  Because for the first time since all of this started, he was really helping.  Helping someone.  Helping a person.  People.  

People came to ask him things.  Came to him, in his lonely castle, in his palace, in his prison.  Came to him, cautious but hopeful.  

When Danny could help… It felt amazing.  Soothing.  Like a balm on his soul.  When he couldn’t…  When he wouldn’t… 

It was a work in progress.  

He breathed in, as deeply as his lungs would allow.  He could smell the roses.  There were a lot of roses in this part of the garden, blue ones that grew from ice.  

“I don’t understand the gardens,” said Danny.  He leaned forward, to prod at a small flower that grew near the legs of the bench, but overreached.  Dizziness overtook him and he almost tipped over.  

Clockwork steadied him.  “What don’t you understand?”

“Hm?”

“About the gardens?”

Danny blinked, slowly.  “Why they’re here, I guess?  I don’t…”

“They make you happy, do they not?  They are something you enjoy?”

“I guess,” said Danny.   

“That is reason enough for them,” said Clockwork.  

His thumb brushed the side of Danny’s neck and Danny flinched away.  Immediately, Clockwork dropped his hand and drifted back, away from Danny.  Danny longed for the touch and was glad it was gone at the same time.  He hunched his shoulders, trying to ignore the contradiction.  

He wanted–

He didn’t know what he wanted.  

“So… stuff will just happen if I want it?”

“That is, perhaps, an oversimplification, but yes.  Your thoughts and feelings direct more than the weather.”  Clockwork flew into Danny’s line of sight.  “Your personality forms much of the basis for the underlying essence of the Infinite Realms and from that essence comes things like this.”  He cupped a rose that was as blue as an evening sky, in one hand, turning it towards Danny.  

“But flowers aren’t really… I don’t know.  My thing.  They’re more Sam’s thing, if anything.”  He liked them, and they responded to him, but they didn’t make sense for him.  

“That they are not your passion does not make them meaningless to you.  I cannot say what they mean to you, but perhaps, like many people, you associate them with life.”

Danny pursed his lips.  “Maybe,” he said.  He closed his eyes.  

“Would you like to try to sleep?” asked Clockwork.  

“Not yet,” said Danny.  He knew he wouldn’t be able to, not yet.  “Let’s…  I think there’s one more person waiting for today.”  He nodded.  “One more.”  He could feel the shades bringing them now.  

“I am unsure this is someone you will want to see.”

“Can’t be any worse than any of you,” said Danny, feeling snippy at being told what to do, after everything.  He leaned back against the bench, resting as much as he was able.  If he fell asleep now… it would be good, if he could fall asleep.  

He didn’t.

The shades were close, now.  He opened his eyes to greet whatever guess they’d brought.  

He was abruptly not tired at all.  Or, at least, the possibility of rest was completely banished from his thoughts.  

“You!”

“Goodness,” said Spectra.  “You say that as if I was the one to betray you and trap you in a thankless job like a slave.”

“Go away,” hissed Danny, trying to stand.  

“Is that any way to treat someone who’s trying to help you?  Although, I suppose you may not know any better considering how all your attempts at helping have worked out.”

“I don’t want any help from you.”

“Oh, but you need my help, don’t you?  At least you know that I’m honest with you, dear, unlike–”

Wrath flushed through Danny’s body so quickly that it left him blind.  

(The Ghost Zone trembled.)

(The older ghosts had known - it had only been a matter of time.)

“Daniel,” said Clockwork.  “Breathe for me, Daniel.”

Clockwork was holding his hands.  

“There you are.”

“Where,” said Danny.  “Where did she go?”

Clockwork paused.  “I sent her away,” he said.  “She will not bother you again.”

“Why didn’t… you do that before?” asked Danny.  He was having some trouble breathing.  

“I do not wish to interpose myself between you and your choices, Daniel.”

“Warn me,” said Danny, moving his hand to grip at Clockwork’s arm, “next time.  More.”

“Of course.”  He shifted to support Danny more.  “Would you like to go back to your room?”

Danny felt like crying.  “I won’t be able to sleep.”

“You could still rest.  I could read to you.”

Danny closed his eyes and slumped forward. “Okay,” he said.  “Okay.”

#danny phantom #dannymay 2022 #dannymay #dannymay 2022 day 9: ghost king au

[mymadmedleyw]

"I wanted to ask..." His fingertips ran slowly on the bull-like horn, on the curves around, up to the end where it twisted a bit. Then as movement was done, he took a worried glance at his companion. "Does it hurt?"

The crimson eyes marked him as if trying to see through him - or just getting sure there was no hidden intention behind that inquiry.

"No," The reply came. "And I don't even feel it. I mean, I do feel it, but... it's not sensitive or anything," she cleared. "It's a part of me now."

For a long second, he examined the new addition - the side-effect of her longer-than-expected shape-shifting, inherited from that other form... Now these bone extensions seemed fitting for her, both in fluting and shape, beautiful even, but…

"I missed you. I missed you so much," he breathed out instead of the apologies that he should have kept saying to her until everything he had ever done would get forgiven.

"You turned sappy over the years?" She tilted her head to the side, mocking him. "Well, I'm sure if the others would know about that their god-like Cl–"

His palm, covering her mouth silenced her before she could have made the very obvious comment.

"Don't call me like that," he warned her. "That's not my name, you know that too. It never was. Not for you at least," he added, giving out the ultimatum. "Unless you want me to call you by the name you went through the millenia, whispered across corridors in fear." Her exaggerated eye-roll betrayed that the recall right now might have felt uncomfortable for her. "Pariah," he pressed the name meaningfully.

She frowned, placing a hand over his, telling him that she wished to speak.

So then, he slipped his hand down from her.

"It's King Dark. That forename must have got into the common knowledge after someone so nicely locked me away. But refresh my memory if I am wrong. That's a nickname you referred to me as, not my real name, oh, Master of Time."

He let out a sigh, seeing that bringing up their past at this moment was not the best decision - that title felt alien to him even more than being called 'Clockwork', but he did not have much of a choice, not after hundreds of years…

"You have gone too far. I had to make that step, you have to understand," he recalled. "If we hadn't stopped you–"

"Ifs," she cut in. "You have never taken any responsibility for your actions."

"Because you did?" He questioned.

Her lips curled into a smirk, eyes glinting. "Yes. Against you, I have always known what I was doing." There was a pause that made it apparent she was waiting, waiting for the best time to drop the additional note. Then she did it. "I wanted you to witness the world burn, this realm and eventually the other too, the so precious human one, making you see that it was all your fault. And induced by your blindness over me, because you were weak back then by choosing the easy way, because you were nothing but a coward."

"And what changed?" He glared at her, staring into the glowing red pair of eyes. He could wish to see the human shine in those again. But now - or at least at this moment, for now - that human side under the current ghostly demenour, did not exist.

"Nothing changed," she spitted. "So don't you dare to believe for a second that they did."

#danny phantom #dp dark ages #pariah dark #clockwork #female!pd

[seasonalsummers]

Misery Vex Redesign! I’ve been wandering around the DP Fanfic Discord and read about her, so i decided to redesign her because the concept atleast seemed fun. it took way longer than i thought it would be to design her because i got obsessed with researching.

-Ramblings about her design under the cut + Sketches-

when i read about her concept, i immediately thought about Fae and Fairies in folklore and how they were known to basically steal children or replace children for varying reasons, so i tried to make her seem friendly, despite her appearance, as some Fae are seen as beautiful or humanlike to the point that humans are more inclined to trust them and get tricked. Fae kidnap children for a varying of reasons, to turn them into a servant, into a soldier, to raise them as one of their own, to turn them into witches, etc. etc. 

Alongside the Fae inspiration, i was also inspired by the Jorogumo yokai in Japanese folklore, mainly cause of the abundance of spider stuff in the original design. in Folklore, a Jorogumo is a yokai who transforms into a human woman to trick her victims into trusting her, i knew a bit about them thanks to Rottmnt so it was fun to research. the spider I’m basing her off is the Nephila spider, which is one of the species that Jorogumo can refer to, and they’re most well known for their golden silk. i tried to incorporate bright gold in her design but went with Bronzer gold and red webs instead. might sketch a more spider based form for her who knows

Finally in connection to both, i got inspired by the Snow Queen, especially after looking through concept art for the original plans for Elsa and also reading abit of the original story, nothing really ice based about her but i just reminded because of the Snow Queen abducting the boy and keeping him in her castle. so she has a similar attitude, that being that she isnt exactly a bad person however that doesnt mean she isnt a good person either. i also made her have a more regal look than the superhero/villain look of the original design since the era Pariah Dark seemed to have been active was around the Dark ages or earlier

I kept her as an Ancient, since i liked the concept and wanted to explore them more. instead of gloved hands, her hands are exposed and both of her arms contrasts against the rest of her body. she probably was more skeletal in the past but needed to look more human to be able to sneak past in the human realm. the cracks in her hands are from the battle in containing Pariah Dark, since he’s The Ghost King i’d think that he found a way to permanently scar other ghosts.

The Ancients probably dont have a true form, being beings shrouded in mystery, but they are able to transform their forms into what they want and how they see fit depending on what their duty is 

Anyways enough rambling, have some sketches!

#I placed way more time and effort into this than i thought i would- #Misery Vex #danny phantom #character redesign #seasonalarts #danny phantom fanart #DP

[inthememetime]

A scenario in which there can only be Four Halfas in existence at one time, one for each Core type (AtLA Elements). Vlad's core being Wind based, Johnny 13's being Fire Based, a Halfa version of Walker being the holder of the Earth Core, and then finally Danny as the holder of the Water/Ice Based Core. The Four are supposed to act as anchors to tether the Ghost Realm to the mortal realm as neither can exist without the other, the issue is that the Ghost King is meant to guide them while in turn they are meant to keep the Ghost King in check. Pariah Dark stopped assisting the Halfa's as they interfered with his power to rule and thus the four were left to figure things out on their own.

Hmm. Interesting premise. I don't think I would be the best one to write this, but it is interesting.

Reluctant heroes all around. Danny is the only one interested at first. Who's the catalyst?

Can a halfa be the GK? Or would that create conflict?

I think the conflict between the team might be more interesting than the actual plot! Consider:

Johnny 13- chaotic neutral. He doesn't care if it's good or bad, but he's not going to be obeying any laws.

Walker- lawful neutral. Like Johnny, he doesn't care if it's good or bad. Unlike Johnny, he only cares about the law.

Danny- chaotic good. He wants/needs to help people, and if the law interferes with that, it's time to break a few laws.

Vlad- neutral evil. If it benefits him or harms someone he doesn't like, he's in. He'll twist the law so much it doesn't even resemble itself, if caught, but he doesn't really care about laws.

The 4 are almost completely opposed on morality, so it's a constant battle. Danny and Vlad can't stand one another, and neither can Johnny or Walker. Sometimes Johnny or Walker will side with Danny or Vlad (or vice-versa), but there's definitely a Sokka character there.

For this story, with this many conflicting ideologies, I'd say it has to be Jazz. She leans on the side of good, but she's not as gung-ho about it as Danny, and tailors her approaches to the people she's speaking to.

Jazz's role is so important that when the inevitable kidnapping/got lost/got frustrated with their bs and went to cool off arc happens, four extremely powerful halfas are beaten quickly and easily because they're so busy fighting each other they aren't effective against their enemies.

Frostbite and Jazz are trauma buddies (TM).

Each time Frostbite and Jazz get together, they don't even say hi. It's 'what did they do THIS time'.

After seeing her deal with the 4, Pariah won't stop trying to hire her as a general.

#inthememetime #come ask me things #danny phantom au #a:tla au

[romantic-destruction]

Why does Danny lose his flight, when it's so intrinsic to what he is? / one of the most basics powers, instead of losing the ones that are more advanced (like ice)?

Because for me, Danny's powerset and control over his powers don't come JUST from the fact that he has trained them (hard), but rather, that they come from how he views himself.

In my Au, Danny has a variety of powers, some that come from the basic powerset, some that don't.

Flight, in this Au, represents his state of being, his state of mind in relation to how repressed he feels. This Danny has been through some rough situations back home, pressure building up more and more as the threat of an actual, wide-scale retaliation from the Infinite Realms gets closer. As his mom and dad get closer to killing him in a fight. OR the GIW getting to him and revealing his status as non-human to the world.

Danny's flight represents his freedom. Above all else, that's what it meant to be able to fly away. To be away. From the pressure, fights, retaliation and guilt or pain. It meant being able to indulge on who he was, on who he loves to be: a person who likes the stars.

Danny losing his flight represents the fact that he cannot do that anymore; no more carefreeness, no more indulging flights, no more trust in himself and his parents. No more chance of going back to a safe environment at home.

-I think I DID say in the fic: Danny's parents developed a new weapon, it was set off (accidentally) and the wide shot got him square in the chest. He was in the ceremonial speech that his parents were giving about this new gun (a strange distortion of a sales pitch), as a witness. He wasn't dragged there, he wasn't asked to be there. He went out of his own volition, because he was curious, morbidly so. He wanted to be there and see how far in the deep he was to be sold out. The reasoning he gives are excuses (that he himself can't really fathom as such), but mainly, he's just letting the wound fester.

Words have been told, shots were fired, actions were taken and decisions were cemented.

The shot that got to him was a catalysis, it changed the way his core worked and now it tuned out every single power that wasn't elemental for Danny's survival. -This based on instinct and the subconscious.

So, Danny's flight is removed from the list, because he doesn't see the point of flying if he isn't free. He feels restricted enough to not use his flight back in Amity anyways, instead choosing other ways to make round in town.

The Ice, however, is another story entirely.

And now buckle up, because there is some lore drop that I have been wanting to write up and now that I'm taking the chance, I will do it until I run out of will.

Ice cores- And elemental type of core, usually developed at the same time the ghost is formed (Danny's had his 'Ghost Sense' since the beginning, as far as I remember.). Danny's no exception to this. He has a core, and it's decided that it has been out of ice, per canon.

And then we have the Far Frozen, land where the Yetis reside, a place that receives Danny and his friends with open arms because they were part of a prophecy that said Danny was the one who would defeat Pariah Dark, right? That's what canon says, and for the moment, I am not willing to make a big change to that. Yet. I want to develop other things too.

But anyways, point is: the Yetis are a welcoming community to Danny and his friends, even if they cannot be there for long. Or just never stay for a wide amount of time.

Danny finds them in his time of need, -his fight against Undergrowth-, and they help him. Eagerly and happily, they teach him how to control his ice and how to use it in battle. Danny saves the day and the rest is history. Normal ending.

But he kept coming back. To train a little bit more, when he has doubts about something, to learn more about ghost culture, to learn how to heal.

And that's what makes ice an intrinsic part of Danny. His sense of belonging to the Far Frozen, the sense of community that he has developed through time and recovery. -Danny's ice is an intrinsic part of what he is because ice taught him that he wasn't alone, and that he shouldn't have to carry a protecting burden on his own. That there are people he can rely on.

-THAT'S my answer as to why let him keep his ice powers.

#this is about a fic I have #I am my own conspiracy theorist

[elizabethemerald]

Son of the Red Hood: Part 2

Timely Conversations and New Fathers

Diana Prince strolled through the gardens of Themyscira enjoying the moment of peace in between missions for the Justice League. Flowers of all manner were blooming and flourishing in the gardens, small birds and butterflies flying lazily from flower to flower. She smiled to herself as she rubbed her fingers against one of the blooms, releasing more of the heady scent. 

“Diana!” A voice she recognized called to her from behind. 

She turned and midway through the turn realized something was wrong and pulled her blade as she completed the turn. Sophia, her dear friend stood a few yards away, her arm upraised in greeting, though frozen in place. The butterflies were similarly frozen in place, some mid flap of their wings. 

Diana turned again, keen eyes trying to pick out any threat. When she once again faced the same direction she had been walking in she saw a grandfatherly being with teal skin and a purple robe. She may not recognize the being’s face, but she could feel the energy coming off him well enough. She slid one foot back as she settled into a fighting crouch. 

“Lord Kronos.” 

“Peace God-Killer.” The being said. “I have no wish to cause harm to you, your home or this world. Besides, your work is already completed in my regard.” 

She stayed tense, ready for any attack but when none came she strode forward and thrust her sword into the being’s chest. Kronos looked down at the blade with a grimace but didn’t otherwise react. 

“You are a spirit.” Diana said simply before withdrawing her blade. 

“Yes I am. Among my kind I am known as Clockwork now.” 

Diana stepped back, but stayed wary of any trick. Spirits were just as known for trickery as Titans were known for aggression. She did not know what to make of the spirit of a former Titan. 

“Very well, Lord Clockwork. Why have you come? And what have you done to the inhabitants of Themyscira?” 

“I have simply frozen you and I in a single moment. When I depart things will resume as they were before. As for why I have come…”

Clockwork hesitated, and before her eyes aged backwards until there was a young man standing before her. His hand went to his chin as he considered the problem before him. 

“I have come to ask for your help in training the next king of my kind.” He finally said. 

Diana paused in confusion. Of the great many things she had expected to be asked, assisting in training was not one. 

“The next king of the Titans?”

“No. The next king of Ghosts. The last king, a tyrant by the name of Pariah Dark was dethroned in combat by a mere boy. A child, half of this world, half of the next. He has much he needs to learn before he takes up the crown and while I have given him as much time as I can he is still largely untrained.” 

There was a lot of information there. Diana felt for a moment that she was sitting in one of Batman’s debriefs. She settled back from her watchful stance to consider the issue. 

“If the boy-king needs training, why not train him yourself? Or have another of your kind do the deed?”

Clockwork sighed, Diana watched as he deaged again until he looked like a child himself. 

“While the boy is powerful, wise and just beyond his years, in my efforts to buy him the time needed to be the best king the Infinite Realms has had, I have made him vulnerable. If the ghosts who wanted the throne knew of his vulnerability they would take advantage. I am restrained in how much I can interfere. Besides all that he is of the world of men. He needs as much training in this world as he will in the next.” 

Diana considered his words carefully. Finally she nodded. 

“I will train this little king. Where may I find him?” 

“You may take your time to search your histories and consult with your sages, I don’t expect you to take me at my word. But you will find the boy-king in a city shrouded by darkness and cloaked in death, guarded by one to whom the shadows cling. When the time comes, follow the one who calls to you.” 

Diana blinked at the riddle and by the time her eyes were fully open again, Clockwork had disappeared and she could once again hear the sound of bird calls. 

“Di-Oh! Diana! Have you been training with those speedsters of the world of men? I’ve never seen you move that fast.”

She turned to address Sophia who seemed to be unharmed from her brief moment being frozen. 

“Sophia, were you calling for a specific reason?” Diana asked as she turned to her friend. 

“No reason, I just was wondering if you would be joining us for a celebratory dinner tonight.” 

Diana nodded. 

“I may be a little late. I need to spend some time in the archives. I have much to consider.” 

Sophia looked a little confused, but ultimately didn’t bother her, she knew Diana had many responsibilities from her work with the Justice League. 

“Very well, Diana. I will be sure to save you a plate.”

Diana smiled at her friend and strode quickly towards the Library of Themyscira.

.

 Jason swung through the city of Gotham from one grapple point to the next. Normally when he went through the city he took his bike. The grapples he stole from the bats just weren’t made to carry the amount of armor and weapons that he normally carried on his person as Red Hood, but sometimes, he just needed to remember what it was like to fly. 

Now he needed to fly because he was following a strange pull on the Pit. Anything that made the Pit sit up and pay attention was something to be concerned about, especially when whatever it was pulled him to a building just outside his turf. That seemed deliberate. Like someone was purposefully trying to draw him out of where he controlled. 

Jason hated the Pit. It was rage and hatred and vengeance, and he thought he had wanted that, but it was also blood and death and threatening his family, and fear in their eyes and their blood on his-

Now that feeling in his chest that burned and turned his vision green called like a siren’s song. He needed to find whatever was calling him. If it was a threat he would remove the threat with extreme prejudice. If not… then at the very least he would remove it from anywhere it could threaten the rest of the bats. No need for anything Pit related to be outside Hood’s territory. 

He landed in a crouch on the rooftop that had been calling him and stood cautiously looking around for any threat, or the source of the call. He didn’t have to look very hard. There was a child laid out in the center of the roof. 

A child. Alone. On a rooftop in Gotham. If Jason wasn’t seeing green before he certainly was now. He dashed forward, keeping a weather eye out, just in case one of his enemies decided to use a kid as bait. If they were he was going to tear their bodies apart. Their corpse would be unrecognizable as human. 

Jason fell to his knees alongside who couldn’t be older than five, a small collection of personal items next to the kid like they had been dumped here alongside the kid. Worst of all was the green glowing puddle next to the kid. It didn’t have the consistency of Lazarus Water and was closer to the thickness of blood. Jason’s hands hovered over the unconscious form of the child, their chest shallowly rising and falling with each breath. 

A crunch of gravel at the other edge of the rooftop made Jason whirl around bringing his guns up, his eyes blazing green. When his brain caught up to the fact that the person was Dick it took all of his self restraint not to squeeze the trigger anyways. 

“Dammit Dickiebird! You should know better than to try and surprise me!” Jason snapped, his voice harsh. 

“Oracle noticed you were out of your usual turf and I wanted to make sure-” Dick froze as he looked past Jason. “Is that a kid?”

“Yes, it's a kid! It’s a kid and he’s hurt and he’s barely breathing and for some reason I can feel him through the Pits!” Jason’s voice was hoarse as he whispered, he holstered his gun, trying to ignore the way his hands shook. 

Dick was immediately at his side, kneeling next to the kid. He looked over the other things, the hat, the gloves, a teddy bear dressed as an astronaut. That last one was actually kind of adorable. 

“Who just leaves a kid on a rooftop? In Gotham of all places?” Dick said. He picked up the teddy and looked at it closely as Jason returned his attention to the kid. 

“Someone who wants them found by a Bat I’ll bet.” Jason said softly. 

Dick examined the bear for a moment longer before he squeezed the bear’s paw. Both of them were surprised when they heard the voice of a young woman come from the space themed bear. 

“I love you so much Danny, no matter what.” The voice said. They were both just as surprised when the kid, Danny maybe? stirred and looked around. 

“Jazz?” The kid said as he sat up. 

Jason immediately put a hand on the kid’s back to keep him as steady as he could. 

Dick pressed the bear’s paw again and that same voice called out. 

“I love you so much Danny, no matter what.” 

Danny reached for the bear and Dick willingly handed it over. The boy looked confused at the beat before pressing his face to the bear’s fur. 

“Hey kiddo. Are you Danny?” Dick asked. 

The kid nodded his head. 

“Is your mom named Jazz?” Jason asked. It wasn’t the weirdest idea that the kid would call his mom by her first name, but Danny immediately shook his head. 

“No! Jazz is my sister!” Danny had the pouty voice of a toddler who thought the other person was being stupid. “She’s the best!”

Dick grimaced, but carefully hid his face before Danny could see it. A child abandoned on a rooftop and a sister missing in the wind. None of this seemed good to them. Danny made to stand on wobbly legs, but winced and held his stomach, falling back onto his backside. 

“My tummy hurts!” 

Dick and Jason immediately crouched at his side again, concern clear in their movements. 

“Hey buddy, tell us where it hurts.” Jason said, trying to keep his words soft past the voice modulator in his helmet. 

Danny grabbed his side, just below his ribs. Jason reached towards the buttons of Danny’s star themed footie pajamas with shaking hands. 

“Do you mind if we take a look? If you’re hurt we can take care of you.” 

The kid thought for a second before nodding. Jason helped him undo his buttons one by one. He could feel a burning rise in his gut as the top of a scar revealed itself. A few more buttons and he could see where the two up branches of the scar joined in the center of his chest and continued further down. Someone had vivisected this kid. 

Someone had VIVIsected this KID. 

sOMEone HaD cUT OpEN thIS KID

Someone had Cut open this KID

Green filled Jason’s vision and with the last of his self control he turned away and marched over to the edge of the rooftop. He was going to kill- he was going to tear them- Blood he needed blood- All he could feel was rage-

He felt a small hand take his own. 

His head snapped down to look at the hand with unnatural speed. Through the haze of green in his eyes he could see the little boy, pajamas still unbuttoned, had grabbed his hand. Danny was desperately tugging on Jason’s hand, trying to pull him down all the while waving his other hand in the air as if he was trying to waft away smoke or bugs. 

Jason crouched down next to Danny. Distantly he could tell that Dick was watching him closely, hands anxiously outstretched in case he hurt the kid, but Jason could no more hurt this boy than he could cut off his own hand. As soon as he was on the kid’s level Danny used both hands to wave around Jason’s head with an annoyed look on his face. 

“Go away! Leave him alone, green monsters!” Danny shouted, still waving his hands around in the air. He scowled almost as well as Damian at whatever he could see around Jason’s head. 

The green that filled his vision slowly faded. He could still see the vivisection scar on Danny’s chest and it filled him with rage, but the rage was his own and there were no murderous impulses. Jason took a deep breath and slowly released it, letting the tension and fury drain from his body. Eventually he would deal with whoever did this to a kid, but until that time he had different priorities. 

“Thanks kid.” Jason said. He could see Dick relaxing in the corner of his vision, but he stayed focused on Danny. 

“Of course! It’s why I’m here! To protect you from the green monsters.” Danny said proudly, jutting his little chest out. Then he sagged against Jason, wrapping his arms around his neck. “Now I’m tired.” 

“Go ahead and take a nap kiddo. We’ll get you somewhere safe.” Jason said. 

It only seemed to take a moment before Danny was fast asleep, his arms still wrapped around Jason’s neck. He picked up the kid easily and settled him on his hip before he turned to look at his brother. 

“Dickolas. This kid just ended the Pit Rage by asking nicely. I don’t know what happened to him before, but if anyone tries to hurt him I’m going to end their entire bloodline.” He sighed out. “Until we find his parents or his sister, Jazz, I’m going to keep him safe.” 

“Understandable, though he might be safer at the Manor-”

“If you tell B about him I’m going to blow your brains out.” Jason interrupted. He wasn’t going to let B get another kid killed. Dick put up his hands in surrender. 

“I’m just saying, how many guns do you think are currently on your coffee table at your place?” 

Jason wanted to growl in annoyance, but he couldn’t really deny that. 

“Could you come with me?” Dick could have only looked more surprised if Jason had asked to have a family dinner with Bruce. “Just come, keep an eye on the kid while I baby proof my apartment.” Jason grit his teeth for a moment. “Please.” 

He could see Dick’s eyebrow raise even with his domino, but he nodded all the same. 

“Yeah, of course. What are brothers for if not for babysitting strange children with mysterious powers over the Rage of the Lazarus Pit.” 

Jason scowled but the two of them still descended the building together and made their way into Crime Alley towards Jason’s apartment. He kept a firm hold on the sleeping Danny the whole way there.

#dp x dc #Jason Todd #dick grayson #Danny Phantom #danny fenton #Wonder Woman #clockwork #writing emerald #son of the red hood

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Prologue - Story for Children

This is a truce gift for @five-rivers​! I am so sorry its late!

The prompt I did was Prompt#3: Pariah Dark decides Danny has all the qualities he wants in an heir and forcibly adopts him. I know I’ve done it before, but I think this version is better... I really hope you enjoy! Happy New Year!

Once upon a time there lived a wicked king. Now this king was the baddest of the bad, I mean really bad! He was the type of person who would butt in line when you were waiting for five hours. He liked to pick on kids. He could never get a date because everyone thought-

“I get it, I’m not stupid!” “Okay, fine…”

Now this king wanted to conquer the whole ghost zone. Because he was the biggest and strongest, this king believed he could do so easily. Guess what? He was right! Nobody wanted to fight the king! Like cowards, they fled into the human realm. Those idiots didn’t realize they led the king to a whole new world to conquer. Fortunately, the human world had a hero willing to fight!

“Like a Prince?” “I guess so?” “Was he like you Danny?” “You could say that…”

This hero was strong and brave and handsome! He was the type of person you could depend on. He fought evil ghosts nearly every single day! One problem though, he was WAY WAY WAY younger than the king. The wicked king saw dinosaurs, the hero didn’t even know who the Beatles were.

“Beatles?” “I think they were a famous in the human realm- That or they were a weird kind of bug.” “Oh, okay.”

The king was a master of battle tactics while the hero had a C average in math class. The king could memorize all his plans, while the hero couldn’t remember what he had for breakfast that morning. The king had an army, the boy had a rag tag team of rogues. The situation was pretty hopeless…

Yet the hero challenged the king.

“The hero was pretty stupid.” “No, he wanted to protect the town! What would you do in the situation? What if our castle was the one under siege?” “Daddy would never let that happen!” “You’re missing the point, Danielle!”

It was a brutal fight. The king fought the boy with little mercy. The boy was thrown into so many walls… he definitely had a concussion…

During the fight, something grew within the boy. He knew he had to win for the people of his world, his friends and his family. Unfortunately, the power he had been granted by a bumbling old wizard was way too much-

“Where did the wizard come from?” “I forgot to mention him… Umm… he was a really smart man when it came to magic, not so smart when it came to talking to other people.” “You suck at telling stories” “Just let me finish!”

He realized that if he used it correctly, that the power wouldn’t be too much.

“What a concept!” “Shut up Danielle!”

So, with some help from his enemies and a major creep, the hero locked the evil king away. The hero went… somewhere… I think home? The creep went to go spy on the hero’s mom. The hero would end up kicking the creep’s butt. I don’t know after that, maybe the creep would get flung into space. Jury is still out on that. I think I might have dreamed that last part. Maybe it was in the book?

“Okay...?”

But our story isn’t over. The wicked king stewed in his prison about how to get revenge. He plotted to see how he could get his throne back. (Because the hero won against the king, he was now the king.) he came up with a strange answer. Once his planning was complete, he broke free and paid a visit to the ghost government.

They weren’t happy at first. But as they heard the king’s request, they became more and more pleased. See, they didn’t like the king, but they didn’t really like the hero either. This was a way to get rid of the hero and appease the king. The king wanted to adopt the hero, soon to be a prince. He felt that he could influence the prince to do what he and the government wanted. The prince would become a puppet king. The people would grow to hate him and wish for the days of the government or even the wicked king. I don’t quite get the plan? Maybe they were afraid that the ghosts would revolt against their government if they killed a beloved king?

“What if they were afraid the wizard guy would help the hero? Maybe they thought this was easier?” “Most ghosts aren’t afraid of the wizard guy.”

They called in their Time Master who suffered from their tyranny. He didn’t like the idea, but he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. His last request was to test the hero’s family to see if they were worthy of their son. He gave them three trials. One of faith, one of hope and one of love. They only had to finish one. They failed all three. 

The time master was forced to kidnap the boy. He reversed the boy’s age until he was an infant. The king wanted to influence the child as young as he could. Then he put the baby in a time freeze until they could find his twin sister. “Twin sister? The hero was a twin just like you and me?!” “Yes. The hero loved his sister a lot. She liked to travel too. That’s why she wasn’t captured right away.” “I want to travel one day! But how did you know that she liked to travel?” “I dreamed it. I’ve been having a lot of weird dreams since I got that book.” “Maybe you should stop reading the book? “Nah.”

They found her and reversed her age too. The king then took the twins and put them in his castle far away from anyone who may recognize them. As time went by, he came to love his children. He was a lot nicer! The people loved the fallen heroes now children and called them the blessed.

Then everyone lived happily ever after, except creep guy who was still stuck in space.

“I didn’t like that story.” “It was the first story in the book that we found in my room. You wanted me to tell them to you, right?” “Not anymore, the stories are too weird!” At least they don’t have sad endings?” “What’s this that I hear about sad endings?” “Daddy! Danny is telling weird stories again!” “Why don’t I be the judge of that? Son, tell me a story.”

Once upon a time there was an evil chef who wanted to serve poisoned food…

...

Pariah Dark smiled as he watched his son Daniel sleep soundly. Who would have thought that he would be smiling so kindly at his enemy? Who could have seen the love that he would have for a boy that stole his crown? Who could have known that the former hero could have such an active imagination? Unless… these were memories?

The Observants assured him that there was no way for Daniel to remember his former life. He wouldn’t recognize his family as he conquered the human realm. He wouldn’t know the people of the Far Frozen as they begged for mercy. Even the Master of Time would not get a kind eye from the prince…

Still, maybe he would convince Daniel to be one of those kings who stayed at home and tried to belter the people through laws. Daniel didn’t seem like the type to want to take over anything. Maybe he could convince Daniel to appoint his sister, who didn’t have any attachments to the real world, to go and conquer for her brother.

Maybe she could take the crown from him?

NO! Daniel would wear the crown and his sister would be happy to give up her life for him.

Who would have thought that he would favour his opinionated enemy over his enemy’s timid sister?

Pariah sighed. His son rolled over in his sleep. The king’s eyes widened. He had never seen that book before. He had made sure to approve all the ten books in the castle, just in case his children were triggered by anything that was written. So far, he had been successful in keeping his kids in the world he had created just for them.

He snuck into Daniel’s room and carefully untangled the book from his sheets. He took the small pouch from his pocket and took a pinch of its content and concentrated. He needed Daniel to forget all about the book. With one last mental push, he sprinkled the powder over his son’s head. If he approved the book, there would be no harm. But if that book was a way for someone to try and reach his adopted son…

Well, there would be hell to pay.

Originally, It was going to be longer... But I didn’t like the direction it was going in. I’m planning on continuing the rest of the story in 2022! 

#holiday truce 2021 #danny phantom #pariah dark #to be continued