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poke-me-with-a-stick · 14 hours ago

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(dc x?) dp (x mlb?)

Headcannon: Wes has Batman levels of petty.

When Wes was ‘investigating’ Danny to see if ‘Danny and Phantom’ where the same person. He only intended for it to last a month so that he can gather blackmail, but then the GIW came along and Wes knew that if he stopped at that point the GIW would be suspicious. If the GIW became suspicious about ‘the kid that stalks the youngest Fenton to prove his theory’ has suddenly stopped then they’ll be suspicious. Not right now when they are still incompetent but maybe in the future.

So Wes did the one thing a horny rebellious teenager his age would think of, become a conspiracy theorist with multiple media accounts across the internet and to have a blog!!

The rest of the plan would be to have most of his accounts frozen/banned, lose the majority of his followers, and have (pay) someone to "convince" him that Danny and Phantom were probably secret tran-bisexual “that probably meet up secretly so it would make sense for Wes to see them together a lot”.

That was the plan.

He was going to put the last bit of his plan into motion after his vacation, before his senior year. It was going to be his high school year finale.

Wes has already had his accounts frozen/banned, and made people believe that he went to another country to find those who believed him. In reality, he is on vacation in the Bahamas because ensuring his accounts get banned turned out to be more stressful than it should have been. And, possibly, finding someone to pay.

But mostly he is relaxing before senior year.

Lying in his beach chair, getting a tan, and hearing the waves. Only for the peaceful atmosphere to be interrupted when he overhears a conversation.

A GIW agent on vacation.

Wes curses under his breath, "God damn it," before he tosses his sunglasses and grabs a button-up shirt as he stocks off the beach.

Kyle walks up next to Wes, holding snow cones in each hand, as he angrily puts his arms into his shirt, not bothering to button it up. "Damn bro, what's got you worked up?"

"A god damn agent showed up, so now I'll have to push my other plans forward," Wes pronounced every word as if they were venom.

An awkward silence falls on them before Kyle gives off a smirk and skips ahead of Wes. "Well then," he turns around and shoves a snow cone into Wes's arms, "I won't say that you won't find the exact person that you are looking for the moment you step off the beach," Kyle then finishes it off with a wink, letting Wes see his faintly glowing eyes, before running off somewhere else.

Wes grits his teeth, "Kyle, you asshole."

It wasn't until the late evening that Wes found the person that Kyle was talking about.

"Excuse me, I will pay you 10k dollars to make it look like you are convincing me that Danny Fenton and Phantom are separate beings because I need this bit to end before my vacation ends. Deal?"

They tap their chin as if in thought before reaching out their hand, "Make it a 100, then we'll have a deal."

"Deal," Wes shakes their hand before letting go, "names Wes Weston."

They tilt their head to the side, "The conspiracy theorist?"

He shrugs, then lets out a sigh, "Yeah, you?"

"Dani with an 'i', nice to meet cha."

Wes lets out a sigh of relief, then explains the plan where tomorrow they will have a public argument, and the following days they will meet up and try to 'convince' one another. Until near the end of his vacation, she would have 'convinced' him.

Afterwards, Wes enters his hotel room and goes to his bathroom. After washing up, he turns on his computer, puts his hands on his face, and stretches back. Springing back up, he starts typing rapidly with his eyes glowing faintly.

Meanwhile, at a club, the GIW agent takes a sip of his drink and chokes as he looks at his phone screen.

"WHO POSTED MY NUDES ON FACEBOOK?!?!"

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Notes: 1. The GIW agent was having a normal conversation with some friends before they pulled out their badge, and that's when Wes decided to cancel them because the glare of the badge caught his eye.

2. I have a small headcanon that if a Weston gets a prophecy or a glimpse of the truth, their eyes glow gold (prophecy) or faintly (the truth). It's why Wes called Kyle an asshole because he now knows something he doesn't.

3. Dani tells the group that something 'funny' had happened (she only knows that Wes is a conspiracy theorist and not the same Wes that the team talks about).

4. In certain instances, a Weston can activate a prophecy or a glimpse of the truth. Some of them use it to just be haters or greedy. In Wes's case, he saw a GIW agent.

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 14 hours ago

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DP X DC

GhostTheoriesBlogging.com is a blog that has the Batfam on a manhunt for the writer. His recent theory?

"Are all the rouges in Gotham Bruce Wayne's fault?"

It starts "Have you ever noticed that Bruce Wayne, famous playboy billionaire, was friends with many of the most dangerous rouges in Gotham. Why is this? Is there something going on behind Bruce?"

It ends "With these theories as evidence, I think I can safely, but aledgedly, confirm that the rouges are all Bruce Wayne's fault."

Bruce hasn't left the batcave, trying to find a way to apologize to Harvey and Harley and Hush and Cobblepott and almost all his rouges while Jason keeps moving the signals and cutting the wifi. Dick, Damian, and Tim are on the physical manhunt while Barbra is trying to break through the government level security of the blog. Stephanie and Cass had been dispersed earlier to a strange town that had disappeared called Amity Park so they're unable to help with the manhunt to make GhostTheoryBlogging apologize for making their dad cry.

Imagine the shenanigans, or the angst, they all get into. Danny is constantly having to save Wes from these quick ninja shadow things while the batfam have to keep finding Wes after a streak of cackling light grabs and "saves" him. Eventually, they find a young 15 year old boy, fighting a large dragon and realize that something bigger than Bruce's hurt feelings (poor man can't catch a break) and a rebel blogger is going on here.

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 15 hours ago

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Dp x Dc Prompt- Universal Dice

Damian disappears once a day every two weeks with no particular reason. It would just be a random Wednesday and he is just gone.

Tim tells the others, Damian is 15 and can make his own decisions but Bruce is still skeptical. So he asks Barbara to watch over him every time he disappears.

The problem with tracking an assassin bat train teen is that he can disappear just as easily. So when bruce finally realizes he has to physically tail him to get any answers he does exactly that.

Damian loses him more than a few times but Bruce is stubborn and refuses to let it go. So bruce stalls Damian before he leaves to cause him to lose track of time. (Getting grounded is not effective in the bat clan household and we all know this)

When Damian realizes his schedule is disrupted and he was running late, he packs a duffle bag and quickly leaves the manor but doesn't bother covering his tracks. Bruce followed him for a while watching Damian check some form of small piece of paper as if it had an address.

Damian turns down an alleyway that Bruce knows is a dead end. Confused he lurks on the roof and was stunned to see a door magical appear in the alley. Damian doesn't even double check or anything he just goes through closing the door behind him.

It doesn't disappear so Bruce descends from his spot on the roof to observe the door. Definitely magical but it was connected to nothing and surprisingly no one seemed to notice it. Bruce had had enough of the secrets so he opens to go in as well.

At first he was met with a long hallway but there were curtains at the end and lights. Laughter and arguing from children could be heard with some voices that were familiar to Bruce. So he gets closer.

"Emerald eyes is the last boogie today so every roll you get higher than 1 is divided by itself. For the non-mathematic nerds: if Dami rolls 20 he gets 10." Said an unfamiliar voice.

"WAIT THAT'S FAIR HE IS OUR CLERIC?!"

"Those are the rules Flatline however Phantom can I convince you to let this go if I have brought the reason with me?" Damian seemed somewhat confident when asking the Phantom kid.

"It has to be really good, Dami. I didn't even bend the rules for Billy and he is my boyfriend."

Damian went silent until Bruce was met face to face with his teen son. He grabbed Bruce's arm before dragging him into the room.

"Companions, I have brought us an observer for the games this session."

(Damian, Jon, Flatline, Billy Batson, Sam, Valerie, Danny and Tucker play DND in Danny's haunt with Danny as DM)

[Masterpost]

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 23 hours ago

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DCxDP RR Through the Looking Glass

Tim entered the bathroom and locked the door before bracing himself against the sink. Everything hurt like he was one giant bruise. God, how he hated magic. The magician they fought had been trying to bring something through, though the place burnt down before Tim had enough time to investigate.

Thanks Jason.

The only reason nothing was summoned was because Tim had accidentally grabbed the crystal focus that was powering the spell when the magician had tossed him across the warehouse. When he stood up the focus had been shattered below him.

Not that he's complaining! He's glad something potentially world ending hadn't been brought to their world. It's just, beneath the magician's look of horror at the broken remains of his artifact, there was an odd level of relief. Then the smug smile he had sent Tim's way, well... needless to say Tim wasn't feeling like tonight was a win.

Tim looked at himself in the mirror. He hadn't even taken the time to change yet. He looked like he got tossed around a warehouse like a ragdoll, which is accurate, but still rude. He shifted to grab the spirit gum solvent and froze.

He looked at his reflection. Nothing was amiss at first glance. He couldn't be sure all the scuff marks were accurate, but he looked how he felt.

He moved again.

A cold feeling crept its way up his back as his hair stood on end. His heart started pounding in his chest.

His reflection was moving a beat too slow.

Maybe it was an illusion. Maybe it was all in his head.

It followed his swallow and him licking his lips.

Maybe it was a prank of some kind.

He reached out to touch the mirror.

The reflection followed him exactly. Fingertips rested against fingertips. The glass felt solid, and his reflection stayed the same.

He let himself breathe a sigh of relief. He probably just needed to sleep.

The reflection smiled.

Tim tried to pull away but mirror-him reached through with reflective hands faster than he could blink. It grabbed him tight and pulled. He tried to call out, but his face was quickly pressed to the glass. He dropped a bug as he tried to brace himself or kick out, anything, but each movement shoved him further into the mirror until, in just a few moments, it pulled him through.

Cold. Piercing through his skin like blades. His entire body buzzed with static like an asleep limb. Pressure surrounded him crushing him so he couldn't breathe, couldn't move. Then nausea. The whole world spinning and tilting until he couldn't tell which way was up. Panic, confusion, until, suddenly, relief as he broke through the mirror into a void of darkness.

He managed to look back as he fell, only to see his reflection smiling at him, grin stretched wide with malice.

He whipped a batarang and tracker at the window he just came through. Though the batarang clinked harmlessly against it, the tracker stuck fast. He cursed while mirror-Tim's laugh followed him into the darkness.

Tim turned and tried to see what was below him. His mask was able to see structures coming towards him quickly. With a small gesture he activated his cape glider and caught his free fall. He located an area that looked clear enough for a landing, but still protected from whatever might be down there, and easily shifted into a slow, spiral descent.

He landed soft as a whisper even as the ground beneath him was no more than rubble and glass. The ground glowed a faint red and pulsed like a heartbeat. Its ominous glow threw shadows across the decimated landscape, outlining the broken skeletons of buildings towered above, and the debris of their remains scattered around him.

Tim swiftly hid amongst the shadows and tried to activate the bug he had left behind. The response was only static. He cursed and activated the tracker. It pinged a mile above him.

Tim closed his eyes and tried to breathe. The air was warm and dry. It grated against his throat and irritated his skin.

This was fine. It was going to be fine. Mirror-Tim probably didn't know the checks and balances they used with each other to determine imposters. His family would figure out what happened and help get him out of this place. Until then, he needed to survive.

Tim quickly cased the area to see if there were any living beings or any threats around. When he found nothing, he began taking debris and shaping it into the bat symbol that would only be obvious if you knew what you were looking for or if you looked at it from several stories above.

"So, whatchya doin'?"

Tim froze at the voice. He was moving one of the last rocks into place for the marker showing what direction he was going to go to try to find resources. He turned slowly and looked up. He was greeted with a young face around his age peering down at him from a broken wall.

The person was leaning with their head in their hands. Their pure white hair floated above them and their bright, glowing green eyes stared into Tim's soul. A feeling of calm washed over him. He hadn't even realized how wound up he had gotten as his jaw unclenched, and his shoulders lowered.

What were they? Alien? Supernatural? Human? Were they friend or foe? Were they going to run on some fae rules where he wasn't supposed to answer or else get his words stolen from him?

It didn't matter. Silence wouldn't get him any information, and the being didn't feel like a threat just yet. Better to move cautiously, though.

"...Redecorating." Tim replied.

The stranger giggled before they stood up from the wall and jumped down. Instead of falling they floated effortlessly towards him. Tim tried not to let his concern for what this being's ease of power use could mean for the other dangers he might find here overwhelm him.

"I like you. You can call me Phantom, he/him. What can I call you?"

Tim hesitated for a moment. Phantom seemed nice, but he couldn't take anything for granted in this place. Simple. As little as possible. "Red Robin. He/him."

"Nice to meetchya, Red Robin." Phantom started slowly floating around him. "You don't seem like a namuratu and you don't look like you belong in the Musalara."

"I have literally no idea what you're talking about." Or don't say as little as possible and just blurt things out.

Phantom laughed. The joy lit his face, literally, as his freckles glowed like stars. "It's been a while since I've been allowed to give explanations. I think I'll do a good job this time!

Bullet points, this land is the Musalara. Its people are the namuratu. And you are astulatu, a top-sider. I also saw your landing, very sleek." Phantom seemed to be thinking hard as he stared at Tim before he clapped his hands. "That settles it. I'm goin' with you. I'll help you get to the mundane world."

Tim felt a wave of relief flow through him even as Phantom's topic change threw him. He wanted to believe in this guy. Wanted to lean onto someone that might be able to help him in this strange place. But the strong desire to depend on this stranger also made him suspicious.

"How can you help me? How can I trust you? What will it cost?"

Phantom chuckled. "You're awesome. Perfect questions. 10 outa 10. Also, we're gonna have so much fun. To answer, I'm strong, we can do an oath about it, and only some cookies."

"Cookies?"

"Yeah. You seem like a guy who can get some delicious cookies topside." Tim hesitated and Phantom leaned in. "Or you could do it alone if you know how to get out of the bone forest; how to avoid the namuratu soul scribes; where to go to talk to the sphinx who will give you a ridiculous journey all to get to a place where you'll probably find out the answer was with you all along."

Tim chuckled, losing the battle of wanting to depend on this stranger. "Fine, let's do an oath about it."

Phantom leaned back in the air and kicked his feet. "You won't regret it, Red!"

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 23 hours ago

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Dan being used like chew toy as red hood shook like rag doll

“JAZZ WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND. “

“I don’t know”

Vlad from on high “ I knew the toxins effect on hood would be interesting.”

continue on how you want, thanks for answering my asks, and thank you for finally helping me get over my thing against drawing girls!

also your art is fire

(I’m changing the ask a little :3 and tysm! I’m glad that I could help with that :D)

Without any hesitation, Dan threw Jason off of him and then raised a hand to blast him. Jazz nearly threw herself on top of him to stop him, her eyes wide and frantic as she shoved Dan’s hands down.

“Stop! Stop! Danny! Don’t hurt him!”

“That piece of shit hurt me first!” Dan growled, reluctant to shake off his sister, but Jason shook his head like a dog and then pulled out the All-Blades.

His eyes were glazed over with mindless rage and he swung at Dan. Dan involuntarily gave off a yelp as he dodged holding onto Jazz tightly.

Jason seemed to have an innate desire to avoid hurting Jazz as he made sure not to hit her, but it only incensed Dan even further at the sight. Dan grabbed Jazz by the waist, gingerly dropped her off to the side, and then threw himself at Jason with a snarl, his eyes blazing just as fiercely as his fists.

Bright flashes of ghostly light struck the golden steel of the All-Blades, creating sparks that lit the entire neighborhood up like fireworks. If it weren’t for the fact that both men were trying to kill each other, the sight would’ve been dazzling.

Vlad peeked over the edge of a building from above, watching the show with a smirk. “So it seems that the effect is different on a liminal like Hood…”

Jason, despite having gone practically stupid from the toxins’ effects, still fought like a beast with all of the training and precision of someone trained by the Batman and the League of Assassins. Dan, meanwhile, was desperate to avoid the All-Blades and even more enraged than him, not even relenting on his attacks.

Both of them were like wild, skittish dogs that wanted to take chunks out of each other.

Vlad watched it all with a sense of amusement before he paused.

Wait a minute.

Where was Jazz? Shouldn’t she be running around like a headless chicken, trying to stop her brother and boyfriend from killing each other?

The hair on the back of his neck prickled and he slowly turned around.

Jazz stared at him coldly, her eyes flashing with fury as she raised the nozzle of the gun towards him.

Vlad laughed nervously, tripping over himself as he tried to back away from her. Although he was fast, her anti-ghost hunting equipment was even faster.

“Jazz, Jazz! Let’s talk about this calmly, okay??” He said desperately.

Jazz snorted mockingly as she clicked the safety off.

Her voice was low and furious.

“I hope you have the antidote on you, Vlad. Or you’ll see for yourself how my siblings will handle your remains once I’m done with you.”

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 24 hours ago

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Dp au/prompt: Danny's secret 3rd obsession.

A ghost having 3 obsessions is pretty rare in itself. And Danny only discovered his third when he impulsively bought an original 1898 Edison wax recording bank from the auction(Thankfully Sam helped him cover for it).

It was old shit... Like REALLY old shit. Now along side his NASA posters and model rockets are old clocks, old cameras, old taxidermy, etc.

He makes sure ALL OF HIS OLD SHIT is kept away from his parents because Ancients know what they'd do to his original pocket Kodak! Which means he strickly forbids anyone from entering his room unless it's Jazz.

Even ghosts(who stayed awag jn the first place) stay away even more from how protective Danny is of his old shit.

He has books from the 1500s all the way to the 1800s.

And he adores one original Pocket Kodak. Like adores it to the point he takes it everywhere...

One day he forgets it on the table in the kitchen and practically bolted back to grab it... Only to see what was once the Pocket Kodak... Under one of the larger inventions his parents made....

He is LIVID... His parents say they can fix it and "add new features"... But no... He wants his Pocket Kodak... that he named after his haunt... AMITY...

He screams at them.

Saying "My life is just hell because of you! The bullying I experience on the daily is because of you. I don't want you to add "new features" to my old shit! it's MY shit I DO WHAT I WANT WITH IT!"

He takes the remains of the pocket Kodak and places them in a box to hopefully figure out how to fix her

and later goes to Clockwork to just calm himself down.

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 24 hours ago

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Dp prompt: Two ancients of space

when Danny became the ancient of space. He had no idea that there was another ancient of space.

Nocturne was the one who told him about the second ancient.

what he wasn't expecting was during his exploration of space. He heard a loud, yippy bark...

He expected to see Cujo, that ghost pup always had the ability to find him.

But when he turned around, tears almost broke... There, floating infront of Danny... The second ancient of space.

Lakia the astronaut Dog

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 24 hours ago

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Danny has went up against the Ghost King, and became the new King. Thus has dominion over all Ghosts. And his responsibility to deal with wayward Ghosts causing havoc. So, about that new Spongebob Game ...

Plot is apparently simple.

King Neptune and the Flying Dutchman meet each other, and pissed each other off - and now Bikini Bottom is caught in the crossfire of these two beings clashed together.

As the announcment trailer said, "Their magic's clashed; ghosts unleashed, across Bikini Bottom!" And the trailer also literally says, "Beware of King, and Ghost!"

So in other words, Bikini Bottom is being plagued by a Ghostly problem. The green kind, that apparently has enough power to rival a godly king of the seas.

Even Spongebob himself turned into a Ghost, alongside Patrick.

Sounds like they're gonna need some assistance.

But who in the multiverse has dealt with Ghosts, godly-adjacent, and Kings ... ?

Danny, sitting peacefully in his bedroom, as the newly crowned Ghost King: ... why do I hear boss music?

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 1 day ago

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Ghosts reading

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 2 days ago

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Daddy's girl part 2

The Infinite Realms pulsed with gentle light.

Far from Earth, in the heart of his floating citadel, King Phantom walked the halls in silence. His cloak now hung lazily behind him, his crown dimmed to a soft green glow. No longer a furious storm of rage and retribution—just Danny again.

Inside one of the palace chambers, Dani lay curled on a bed of weightless mist. The Ghost Doctors—ancient shades sworn to serve the crown—had healed her, layer by layer, until her core stabilized and her body stopped flickering. She was sleeping now, finally at peace, pale lashes twitching as if she dreamed.

Danny sat beside her, elbow propped on his knee, hand half-covering his mouth.

And he was grinning like an idiot.

He tried to stop. He really did. He ran a hand through his hair. He even made it a full two minutes without chuckling.

But then the memory hit him again.

“DADDY!!!”

It echoed in his mind like music—raw, desperate, real. She hadn’t said Danny. She hadn’t said ‘clone’ or ‘big bro’ or ‘boss’ like she sometimes teased.

She’d said Daddy.

And it had ripped through him like a sunburst. Something in his very core had awakened—something warm, protective, ancient. The part of him that ruled death itself had dropped everything because that little girl had called him.

A warm hum vibrated through his core, resonating softly across the realm. Ectoplasm stirred, glowing a little brighter. Doors eased open like flowers. Somewhere in the castle, a ghost hound rolled over with a happy sigh, tail thumping once.

Danny blushed so hard his face glowed.

“Oh Ancients, I’m a mess,” he muttered, covering his face with both hands. “I turned into a giant death god and screamed at the Justice League because my kid said ‘Daddy.’”

His kid.

His core hummed louder, proud and smug.

“…She’s not even technically—well, I guess technically she is my clone, but also, like…” He trailed off. “Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter at all.”

She was his. She had called him.

And he’d never let anyone hurt her again.

He looked over at her sleeping form, a little smile tugging at her lips even in rest. His chest felt too full. He floated off the ground a little without meaning to.

“Dani,” he whispered. “I got you. I promise. Forever.”

She stirred, just slightly, and in a whisper barely audible over the hum of the realm, she murmured, “…Daddy…”

Danny’s core gave a full, joyful pulse that lit up the chamber like sunrise. The walls sang. The crown flickered back to life.

Danny just laughed softly, wiping a tear from his cheek.

He was a king. A protector of realms. A force of balance.

But more than anything else…

He was a dad.

And it felt more powerful than anything he’d ever been before.

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 2 days ago

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Speed Running Family

masterpost pls no editting assuaged by needy kitten. halp. he goes meeeew

Wally changes back into his street clothes so fast that he’s pretty sure he has rug burn. Jean burn? Whatever. Barely managing normal human speed, Wally hits the street.

Then freezes.

The arcade is in flames.

The arcade that they left Danny in is in flames.

Danny might be in flames. His new little brother could be burning to a crisp right then and—

“Wally!”

Spinning, Wally starts towards the other. “Dick! Dick, where’s Danny? Tell me you got Danny out—”

“He ran back in!” Dick said with a wild motion towards the flaming building. “He was helping someone out of the building, and once I took them, he just—he ran back in. And then the fire fighters got here and stopped me from going after him!”

“Oh god. Oh god, I get a new baby brother and I just—I left him in the proverbial oven!” Wally shouts. His hands are rough as he scrubs them through his hair. “I left the baby in the oven! Barry is going to kill me, and I deserve it! Forget Barry, Iris is going to kill me!”

“Wally! Where’s Danny?” Bart asks as he skids to a stop next to them.

Wally gestures wild to the building. “In there!”

“Oh—oh shit,” Bart whispers.

Wally takes off towards the building. He wants to go put back on his suit. He wants to run into the building just as he is. He wants to hold his little brother! They’ve had Danny for like, a month, and already Wally can’t stomach the thought of losing him.

“Danny!” Wally shouts as he heads towards the building. He knows that Dick said Danny was still in there, but maybe— “Danny!”

A paramedic stops Wally with their arm and he turns to them desperately. “Please, my little brother, we think he went back in! We got separated helping people out and—”

“The firefighters are making sure they building is cleared now. If he’s in there, they’ll find him,” they said.

“But—”

Dick is pulling at him suddenly. “Wally! It’s Danny!”

And it is.

It’s Danny being carried out by a firefighter, oxygen mask pressed to his soot covered face. Another person is being carried the same way next to them.

“Danny!” Wally tries to push past the paramedic without hurting them, but is stopped by Dick.

“They’re coming this way,” Dick says.

Bart doesn’t seem to care and slips easily around all of them. “Danny! Danny I’m so sorry that.. that…”

“He should be okay, but we need to get him to the ambulance, okay?” The firefighter says, not stopping in their stride even as Bart basically glues himself to their side. “He breathed in a lot of smoke and has some burns.”

“Burns?!” Bart squeaks.

Wally brushes his fingers through Danny’s hair as the group passes. They come away soot stained.

“Which hospital?” His voice shakes as he asks the question.

“Memorial central,” the paramedic says, already rushing around to help the firefighter with Danny. “You said brother?”

“Yeah,” Wally says, swallowing around the lump of grief and guilt that lodges itself in his throat. “Well—um, foster brothers, I guess? My Aunt and Uncle are fostering him like they did me.”

The paramedic eyes him before nodding. “Right, you can ride with us.”

“Thank you,” Wally says, sagging a little in relief. “Dick? Can you, here, my keys. Take Bart and meet us there?”

“But I—” Bart starts, but cuts himself off when Wally hugs him.

“Yeah, of course. Bart and I will be there.”

Wally squeezes Bart before he lets him go. Dick takes him.

Wally watches the paramedics settle Danny. He waits for them to be done before he climbs in after. He tries to take up as little room as possible.

He tries to stop his hands from shaking as he pulls out his phone.

He tries to keep the tears out of his voice.

“Barry? I, um, you and Iris need to get to Memorial Central as quickly as humanly possible. There was an attack and a fire and—” and Wally had failed. He’d failed so badly. “It’s Danny. He went back in the fire to try and save people. He’s hurt… and he… he just looks so small, Barry. Bring, um, bring that weird stuffed animal rabbit that Bart got him? He’d like that, I think. Yeah. Okay. See… see you guys soon.”

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 2 days ago

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 2 days ago

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The One Spark that broke the internet (and Tim Drake’s sanity)

Danny Fenton and his best friend Tucker Foley are setting up to film a TikTok/ or RedNote video. Tucker is behind the camera, making sure the lighting looks perfect, because they only have one chance before Sam shows up and inevitably questions what they’re doing.

The plan: Danny is going to perform the TWICE "One Spark" water bottle firework dance trend.

Tucker gives Danny a quick countdown. The recording starts, and Danny nails it — sharp moves, smooth rhythm, and a playful grin that makes the whole thing pop. He even pulls off a clean backflip at the end and lands in a striking pose, perfectly timed for the last beat.

Tucker does a bit of light editing (tweaks the brightness, cleans up the shot), but the raw video already looks great. They pick a thumbnail, post it, and assume maybe a few ONCEs (TWICE fans) or random internet users will stumble on it.

They don’t expect it to blow up.

But it does.

The video goes viral almost immediately. Female viewers especially are comparing Danny’s performance to Tom Holland’s iconic “Umbrella” Lip Sync Battle, saying he brought the same unexpected charm and energy.

Sam finds out about the video only because it pops up on her FYP.

Sam Finds Out

Sam bursts into FentonWorks, phone in hand, glaring at Danny and Tucker.

Sam: shoving the screen toward them “Care to explain why I just saw this on my For You Page?”

On the screen: Danny’s flawless TWICE “One Spark” water bottle dance, thumbnail and all.

Danny: nervously scratching his neck “Oh, uh… surprise?”

Tucker: grinning “Pretty slick, right? Lighting, framing, choreography—masterpiece!”

Sam: crosses her arms “You two filmed this behind my back. And you knew exactly why, didn’t you?”

Danny: sighs “Because… you’d say no.”

Sam: “Exactly. You know how wasteful this trend is! People just crack open brand new bottles, dump half the water out, and—poof—viral content at the planet’s expense.”

Tucker: shrugs “Come on, Sam. We didn’t waste anything. These were old bottles. I topped them off from the sink. Chill.”

Danny: “Yeah, I even recycled them afterward! Look—” gestures to the recycling bin, where the empty bottles are sitting.

Sam: glances, grudgingly impressed but still stubborn “…Okay. That’s one less crime against the environment. But still—it’s the principle. Trends like this encourage waste.”

Tucker: “Trends also encourage fun. Look, it was one video. Danny killed it, the internet loved it, and nobody drowned in a sea of plastic.”

Sam: rolls her eyes, “That’s not the point. The point i,s people don’t think about the bigger picture. Do you have any idea how many water bottles end up in landfills every year?!”

Danny: groans, hands up, “Guys! Can we not? I get it. Sam, you’re right—lots of people don’t recycle. But we did. It’s not like I was trying to destroy the planet. It was just… fun. For once, I wanted to do something normal and not ghost-related.”

There’s a pause. Sam softens just slightly.

Sam: sighs “…Fine. I’ll admit—it was fun to watch. You actually pulled it off.”

Tucker: grinning ear to ear, “See? Even Sam liked it.”

Sam: Quickly “I said the dance, not the wasteful trend. Don’t twist my words.”

Danny: smiles sheepishly “…Thanks, Sam.”

Sam smirks, but then her expression hardens as she flips the phone back around, showing them the views and comments climbing by the second.

Sam: “Oh, by the way? You’re viral now. Like… really viral.”

Danny nearly drops the phone. " Wait, I'M WHAT?!"

Comment Section Snippets

“Okay, but who is THIS guy, and why is he serving harder than 90% of TikTok?? 👀🔥”

“Not me watching this 20 times already… his energy is insane.”

“That backflip?? Sir, you didn’t need to go that hard 😭👏👏👏”

“This is giving Tom Holland ‘Umbrella’ levels of iconic.”

“As a ONCE, I approve. Boy understood the assignment.”

“Someone cast him in a K-drama, stat.”

“Okay, but WHY does he look like adoption bait for Bruce Wayne??”

" Okay, does anybody know if he has gf or bf or what, cuz I want to date him sooo badly"

Danny stares at the screen, blinking. “Wait—what? Adoption bait? Bruce Wayne? What does that even mean?”

Sam: smirks, arms crossed “It means you should take it as a compliment. People think you’re talented enough, polished enough, that Gotham’s most famous billionaire would ‘adopt’ you into his picture-perfect family. That’s high praise, Danny.”

Tucker: snorts “Nah, it’s just internet sarcasm. They’re basically roasting you, dude. Like, haha, you’ve got that sad-orphan vibe. Classic Wayne bait.”

Danny: throws his hands up “Why would I want that?! I don’t care what Gotham thinks! I’m never meeting Bruce Wayne, and I don’t want to be adopted by some billionaire. I already have one ghost trying to collect me like a stamp—don’t need a second one chasing me down.” Sam and Tucker immediately start bickering

Sam: “It’s not an insult, it’s validation.”

Tucker: “Validation? No, it’s a burn. He doesn’t look like an orphan; he looks like a guy who trended for five seconds.”

Danny: groans, flopping on the couch, “Why is this my life?”

The scene cuts to Young Justice HQ, where the video is playing on a loop.

Red Robin (Tim Drake): Arms crossed, analyzing every beat. “Okay, he has balance, rhythm, and—did you see how he stuck that backflip? That’s disciplined training. He’s not just some random kid.”

Impulse (Bart Allen): Practically vibrating. “DID YOU SEE THAT?! He spun like this—whoosh!—and then the flip! I gotta try this, I gotta try this RIGHT NOW.” Already attempting the dance, moving way too fast to follow.

Superboy (Kon-El): Leaning back with his arms behind his head. “Tch, kid’s showboating… but he nailed it. I can respect that. He’s got guts pulling that off on camera.” Pretends he’s not impressed, but he totally is.

Wonder Girl (Cassie Sandsmark): Blushing slightly. “He… um… he’s really good. Like, way better than half the guys at my school. And, uh… yeah. Cute.” The others immediately turn and grin at her. She waves them off, flustered. “I mean—objectively! Objectively cute!”

Bart immediately starts teasing: “Cassie’s got a TikTok crush!” Cassie: “Shut up, Bart!” Kon: “Heh. Guess the internet’s not wrong calling him ‘Wayne bait.’” Tim: choking on his drink “…Excuse me WHAT?!”

Author Note: Okay, so I thought of this prompt because I was scrolling on Red Note and a little bit on YouTube Shorts, and I saw this dance trend. I was like, “Okay, maybe I want to do a funny prompt with Danny Phantom.” So I thought about it, wrote it down, and here we are. I’m also going to add some YouTube links so you can check out the dance trend specifically and get the vibe of what it’s about. It also goes by different names depending on the platform, so yeah.

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 2 days ago

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DP x DC Idea

(This is actually a dream I had a few days ago)

So, the apocalypse happens. Oh no. Danny ends up in fortified base, away from his friends and family, living there for the foreseeable future (or until the zombies are gone). Being constantly surrounded by people, he sadly can't use his powers.

Until one day, when some zombies manage to break in the base and bite people left and right.

Danny, as the sole survivor, runs until he gets cornered and bitten. But, for some reason, he doesn't turn. Why? Idk, maybe it's because he's Ghost King, or it's because he's technically both alive and dead, who knows.

Then the zombie who bit him turns back into a normal woman, just with glowing green goo on her mouth. Danny's just discovered the cure to the zombie apocalypse: ectoplasm. But how's he gonna get ectoplasm to the entire human population?

Luckily, one of the other survivors on the base, Tim Drake, seems to have an idea.

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 2 days ago

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prompt request for @bjurnberg ! spreading my love for booster gold. also i think he and danny would be great as silly little guys hanging out together :)

give me a prompt

Booster Gold, as a general rule, does not rely on outside help. If he got himself into a situation, he can damn well get himself out of it again! He works best alone (these days, at least. There was a time when he wasn't alone but Ted—) and he knows what his reputation is like with both other heroes and civilians.

He's a joke.

Who would ever think of him as a real hero? Booster Gold is a parody of what a hero is supposed to be, egoistical and always chasing a brand deal, making a fool of himself trying to stop villains and save the day. Don't you know, he's the greatest hero history will never know? He knows his role and he plays it well and if he gets a little beat up, who's going to cry about it? Certainly not him!

But the past few months have been rough. The timestream is always in flux, and though Speedsters try to keep an eye on it, they've got nothing on Rip when it comes to tracking down threats and anomolies that threaten to bring about the end of everything.

Which means that Booster Gold is overworked and beat half way to hell. He gets that the situation is delicate and everything needs to be handled as soon as possible, but he got the bad guy, things are set straight, and everyone is as they should be. It's not a crime for a guy to get some rest. Booster Gold said as much to Rip and then stormed out when the guy tried to give him yet another mission to retrieve a lost artifact from the 26th century from being discovered in the 19th century.

He hasn't even had time to wash the blood out of his hair. All in all, the situation sucks.

The flight is long and works to get him to calm down a bit. Exhaustion always makes him quick to lash out, an unfortunate trait he got from his father that made him and his sister pick fights endlessly while they were in school. He doesn't have a desitination in mind, but he's a Gothamite through and through so it's not too surprising for him to find himself in the city, even if it won't be his city for another few centuries.

Booster Gold drops down to a rooftop and considers looking for someplace that's still open in the dead of night. He'd settle for even the most subpar, soggy taco in the world if it meant he had something to eat. He really means to move, to chat with Skeets as he flies through the streets, but his head is foggy and he's just… tired.

He wants to make use of Rip's time machine to go back a few years just to spend a day with Ted. He wants to go back to being the version of himself who has a team and a best friend and a reason to laugh. He wants to undo the years that have lead up to this point so he can try again and get everything right.

He wants to go home.

Maybe he could. Ted left behind a fund for him. By the time it reaches the 25th century, it'll be more than enough to pay for everything he stole from the museum that marked him a criminal.

"Booster."

Any other day, he'd flinch then crack a joke, but even he gets off days. So Booster Gold turns and stares down Batman.

"Is there an issue?" Batman asks, because right now this is his city and his only focus is on protecting it.

"No, I was just stopping here for a break. I'll head out in a few minutes."

Batman stares him down and Booster Gold swears, he really does, that if Batman asks him to join the Justice League again, he's just going to start screaming.

Batman doesn't not ask him to join the Justice League again. Batman reaches into one of the compartments of his utility belt and pulls out a notepad and pen. He writes something down, tears the page out, and holds it out for Booster Gold to take.

When he takes it, Batman nods and steps back, melting into the shadows of Gotham. "Get some rest. If you need medical attention, just ask and you'll have it."

And then he's gone, continuing his patrol as Booster Gold stares after him blankly. He's never sure how much the man actually knows of what he does; the pictures he has from the Joker of those endless attempts to save Barbara Gordon clearly gave Batman the impression of Booster Gold being better than he was, and as much as he never speaks of his work in protecting the time stream with Rip, Batman is the world's greatest detective for a reason. Well, even if he does know, there's no one better at keeping a secret, so Booster Gold lets the thoughts fade away and instead has Skeets lead him to the address.

The safehouse Batman is giving him access to is located outside of Gotham, back on the mainland. It's a small cabin in the woods, the perfect set up for a horror movie, but it's clean and quiet and exactly what Booster Gold needs.

A biometric scan opens the door, somehow already set to allow him in because the Devil works fast but Batman works faster, and Booster Gold is already looking forward to collapsing face down in a bed where he won't move for another 48 hours.

"Wonder if the Bat will let me just live here," Booster Gold muses. "Bet I can stay for a week before he swings by to kick me out."

"Sir," Skeets begins to say.

"Ah, maybe I can convince him that I need more time to heal and then I'll just never leave. That might work."

"Sir," Skeets tries again.

"Shh, not now Skeets, I'm fantasizing about a better life."

"Would you perhaps like to acknowledge the child in front of you before you fantasize about a better life? Or does this fantasy include a roommate?"

Booster Gold blinks open his tired eyes. "What the fuck, Skeets?" And then he actually looks at what's in the cabin, which includes: a kitchen, a living room with a couch and television, a hallway that must have the doors to the bedrooms, and some kid with black hair and blue eyes in a raggedly hoodie holding up a baseball bat.

They stare at each other in silence for a long minute before the kid blurts out, "Squatter's rights!"

"Huh?"

"I've got squatter's rights!"

Booster Gold doesn't interact much with kids or teenagers. His own adopted daughter is another matter because she's the best and smartest kid in the universe, and Jaime is a good kid he checks in with from time to time because that's what Ted wanted him to do. The point is, civillain kids are a bit of a mystery to him at this point in his life, so Booster Gold just shrugs and says, "Sure. Are you going to be an issue or can I pass out without you stealing my organs?"

The kid slowly lowers his baseball bat and gives Booster Gold a concerned once-over. "Uh, dude, you good? You're like—" he gestures vaguely to his face and chest "—kinda a mess."

"Nonstop fighting for a week straight will do that to you."

"I could probably guess from the costume, but are you a hero?"

"Booster Gold, in the flesh," he says, pasting on a tired grin. "I'd offer you an autograph, but I might actually collapse if I don't get to a bed right now.

The boy startles. "Oh! Right, yeah, sorry. Um, over here, I haven't touched this bedroom at all so it's a little dusty but you can sleep in it!"

"Cool. Good night, kid."

He stumbles in and falls into the bed. Probably not the best idea when his bruised ribs send dull flares of pain through him. His nose is no longer broken, which means he can shove his face into the pillow without any care of how the dried blood on his face (and his everything else) is going to make a mess. He mumbles something to Skeets about keeping an eye on the kid so he doesn't break anything, and then he's out.

When he wakes up, Booster Gold feels like a new person. Crazy how getting a good night's sleep really changes you! He almost doesn't want to get up at all, but there is a strange, civillian teenager in Batman's safehouse, and now that his brain is functioning correctly, it's something that he needs to look into.

So he leaves the room and heads to the kitchen where he can hear the boy talking. To who, he's not sure, but his voice is pretty loud as he rambles about… the government? Sure, okay, who knows what kids these days are into.

"—like, I don't even pay taxes, but I'm still offended! They could even fund better designs? Why's everything gotta be white and boring? Sure, let's give the secret government agents white suits and ties and matching sunglasses because we want to stand out, but we don't want to look good. What's the point, then!"

"I would imagine suits and ties are standard for government workers, regardless of the color palette they choose," Skeets replies.

"Sure, if they were regular government workers. These aren't guys going to boring meetings, they're guys who have weapons and hunt down ghosts in secrets! Not that they're good at keeping secrets, everyone who runs into them knows them. They really suck at their job."

Booster Gold stops at the end of the hallway and takes in the scene: Skeets talking to the kid in the kitchen, one in the afternoon, instant ramen being made on the stove.

"Got any more left that I can have?" he asks, scaring the kid into jumping and flinging his fork in the air. It clatters on the floor and the kid looks down at it, embarrassed.

"Oops," is all he offers for that, then turns his attention back to Booster Gold and says, "Yeah, I've got pork or beef in the pantry over there. There's another pot in the dishwasher. I'm almost done here. Are you… okay?"

"Yeah, I just needed some rest. I should probably ask now that I'm not dead on my feet: who are you and how did you get in here?"

"Oh, um, I'm Danny and I just kinda broke in a while ago? No one was using it and I needed someplace to stay, so… here I am!"

Should he or should he not tell the kid this is a Bat safehouse?

Nah, he'll keep quiet about it. If the kid managed to break in and live in here without Batman storming in to kick him out, then he's fine. If there was an issue with Danny living the safehouse, Batman would have already done something about it.

"Run away from home?" Booster Gold guesses as he grabs a package of beef instant ramen.

"Got captured by a secret government organization and cut open, actually."

"Huh." The words take a second to sit in his mind, heavy, before he processes them. Booster Gold squints at Danny. "Is that a joke?"

"Nope!" Danny pulls up his hoodie and reveals a partially healed incision that cuts through his torso in a straight line, messily held together with amatuer stitches, and Booster Gold feels sick to his stomach.

"What the fuck," he says blankly, then, enraged, "Want me to blow up a goverment agency? I can blow up a government agency easy."

"No need, it'll be handled soon enough," Danny replies easily. "Anyways, Clockwork dropped by last night while you were sleeping. Are you really a time traveler?"

Remember that bit about Booster Gold being the greatest hero history has never known? Yeah, he has to keep it that way and be remembered as a fake hero so that he isn't a target of malicious forces hoping to kill heroes before they're ever born. He goes cold, then tries to laugh it off.

"Haha, what? Me? A time traveler? Pssh, no way."

"Danny Phantom is a fellow time traveler protected by Clockwork, the Ancient of Time. You may speak freely with him as you do Rip," Skeets reports.

"Hey, my identity!" Danny cries, dismayed.

"Information about you is freely available at the museum I was tasked to guard in the 25th century. It will remain secret until then."

"Oh, sick, I'm in a museum?"

Booster Gold slowly gets the pot out of the dishwasher. This conversation is going all over the place and he doesn't even know where to begin, so he just tosses the whole thing out of his head and focuses on what's really important: food.

Danny's not a bad kid. He's also a hero and fellow time traveler. And Booster Gold plans on staying in the safehouse for a while anyways to fully recover from his past few missions. There will be more time to talk later. For now, he fills the pot with water, sets it on an open stove element to boil, and asks, "Got a favorite century to travel to?"

Danny lights up, excited to talk. Yeah, Booster Gold's just gonna let this one go nice and easy until he's recovered. Then he'll go blow up a government agency. Hell, Rip might even join him.

He's already looking forward to it.

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 2 days ago

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I think the reason why I haven't made A DoM ship child just yet is because I didn't think of angst and a fuckton of misunderstanding, like they can while being happy and all that shit but WHERE is the flavor? I want Jason to be a single mother, I want his kid(s) which he birthed (Mpreg/Trans/ghost way) begin to question the anomalies on their life as they grow up And Jason to question how tf did he even get pregnant in the first place.

Danny doesn't know ofc. It was just a fun one night stand for both of them. But there was always a gnawing on his chest that he can't get rid of.

Their Kid(s) eventually learned about their other parent accidentally, didn't tell Jason because "fuck the guy that left mom" tried to actively kill Danny bc his status as Ghost King is well known, their Kid assumed Danny was just playing with Jason and left him for dead before he found out he's preggy.

So picture Danny, finally figuring out the ache in his chest that won't. Stop. Was because of the kid(s) then a lot of research and questioning(interrogating) Clockwork, finds out that they are HIS kids and Holy shit he became a deadbeat dad?!?! He tries to woo the mother(?) and reconcile with his Kids only to be met with suspicion, distrust, and just outright hatred (from the kids)

It's not that their Kid(s) anger is unjustified just bc they didn't have their other parent growing up but with the oddities that plague them, that made them so so different from the rest of the citizens in gotham(and that's saying a lot) Jason alone doesn't understand half of his own oddities and just chalk it up to Lazarus pit effects. They see Danny, apparently rich in all ways and have more power than the justice league, who could've taught them how to cope with their own physical problems that apparently stemmed from him or introduce them to someone who could, Who did not do anything. Why is he trying to be all mushy and buddybuddy now? Get away from mom you freak

Danny is trying very hard but is always met with rejection.

That's not to say that Jason didn't have any problems, welp, his angst came in the form of not knowing what was happening to his body when he became pregnant. Like body horror stuff. He was a wreck all throughout and his pride didn't want to ask for help from the batfam. What will he do with a baby that won't abort itself no matter how many times he tries, what will happen to the baby because of those attempts? He doesn't know how to raise a whole ass human being, he should give it up for adoption ...should he? once the baby was born he did try, only for it to come back to him, so many times, like a ghost haunting him. His baby is a meta and is apparently attached to him fuck his life, he thinks.

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