#danny is death temporarily

[karmavongrim]

Black Amortentia fanfic idea (name pending)

I read a fanfic once where adult Danny and Severus are good friends and realized how they could bizarrely work as a couple! Not to mention I’m a slut for crackships. So I decided to take a shot and try to write some aged-up Danny Phantom/Fenton x Severus Snape.

And since this ship doesn’t seem to have a name yet I came up with couple → Death Draught, Ecto Ingredient, Ecto Potion… Death Potion? Deathly Teacher?? Contaminated Teacher?... Black Amortentia????? maybe that one is too dark.

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Harry was tried in near catatonic state to shove some good ol’ English breakfast down his throat after waking up from three hour sleep, lacking due to cramming much of his schoolwork till last minute when it happened. Through the open double door entry sprinted two identical red heads with manic glee towards their unsuspecting housemates at the gryffindor table, many whom have yet to still fully awaken.

Harry tried his best to understand with his sleep addled brain what was happening as the two menaces sat either side of him. One of them, he’s too tired to care which one, showed a piece a parchment.

“Our dear Harrinski, you will never believe what we’ve wound,” says Weasley to his left.

“It’s positively scandalous,” whispers Weasley número dos to his right.

Harry blinked one lethargic eye, then another.

“Wha’ you talkin’ ‘bou’?”

“We’ll Fred and I managed to slip into dear ol’ Snape’s chamber-”, left Weasl- George begins to explain, and those words alone are enough to snap Harry fully back to the waking world. He looks at the twins in mounting horror and maybe a bit of awe.

“You did what?”

Fred dares to roll his eyes at him, “We broke into Snape’s room, keep up will you.”

“So, we got in and started looking around when lo and behold, we find letters. And not just any letters”, George continued, ignoring the wide eyed look he received at their blatant admittance. Then as one they say, “They are love letters!”

Harry has to really put all of his processing power into that last sentence, because there is no way he heard that correct.

“Love… letters?” he mutters in disbelieve, because what? Letter of affection, to the most surliest person he has ever know besides his uncle Vernon.

Or rather he used to be from from what he has heard: Snape used to be so much worse until just couple of years ago before he himself stated to go school here, that’s when he apparently started to mellow out quite some. Still a hard-ass though.

Fred and George nod in unison and show him the parchment; it’s unique looking and definitely expensive, green in colour and almost fluorescent in quality- blimey, is that glittery lipstick on the paper!? He ignores it for his sanity’s sake and reads;

Mine own dearest Prince,

I desire this lett’r finds thee well; t’hast been far too longeth since we has’t lastheth seen, and mine own heart aches to beest by thy side once m’re. I regreteth not visiting anon’r but duties cometh first. F’r many a moon I has’t hath slav’d hence to meeteth thee again, to gazeth into thy dark ‘rbs, and to heareth the timbre of thy voice. And finally I has’t hath found myself free with timeth to spareth and thus has’t hath decided to cometh to thee in p’rson, at long last. Just waiteth f’r me belov’d.

At each moment yours always, DP

Harry can only stare, mystified by what was written. Who writes like this nowadays? Who the bloody hell is this DP? Dearest Prince? Timbre of thy voice? Eww, he so did not need to know about his professor’s love life in any capacity; certainly not Snape’s of all people. What did this ‘DP’ see in the gloomy potion professor anyway?

Harry is brought back from his thoughts when Fred whispers too close to his ear, “You see! Definitely a love letter. Who knew you local dungeon bat had it in him.”

George leans in too, “It begs the question: who is this mysterious DP? From the lipstick stain you’d think them to be a woman-”

“But that would be too narrow minded my dear brother. We don’t really know which broom he flies with, he’s always been secretive when it comes to his privet matters”, Fred continues.

“Honestly, I didn’t think ol’ Snape had any privet life. I thought potions were his entire life”, George says.

As the two continue on with their theories, Harry ignores them and chooses to focus on his forgotten breakfast instead. But no matter how much he tried he couldn’t keep his eyes from drifting back to the parchment. He might be too curious for his own good but he can’t help it; he’s always been kept in the dark about things so he has learned to find answers by himself. No, he shakes his head, this isn’t any of his business and he’d rather not get in more on Snape’s bad side by intruding like this.

After taking couple of bites he notices that it has gotten quiet, too quiet. He looks up at the twins and sees them frozen and pale, looking behind them as if death itself has come for them. He slowly turns too and… oh bollocks.

The infamous dark potions master stands there in his looming glory, glaring down at them red faced. Oh if looks could kill. And when he finally speaks you could here the hot red rage in every word of his.

“Mister Potter and the Weasley menaces. What. Do. You. Have. There.”

The three of them looked at each other for a workable answer, but came up with nothing.

“Detention for rest of the term, for breaking and entering into teacher’s quarters and theft. Starting today.” Snape growls and marches forward. He snatches away the letter before briskly walking out of the dining hall.

As the man leaves Harry to glare at the twins for dragging him into their mess, he discreetly smooths over the letter to make sure it didn’t have any wrinkles and pockets it close to his heart. He’ll make sure to hide all his other letters and mementos somewhere safer.

[novelistwriter]

Unforgiving Twin

DP x DC Prompt (Taking a break from Pride Month prompts for agnst)

Danyal has always wanted to have a normal family dynamic ever since he saw other families on missions he was given. But all he has is a grandfather who cares nothing for family, a mother who loves pleasing her father more than loving her sons, and a twin who always wants the approval of their grandfather.

The fight to the death happens between Danyal and Damian, with Damian winning. It is not Talia or Damian who revived Danyal in the Pits, it is Slade who revives him. The man thought he could manipulate the twin who lost to be a weapon for him. What he did not account for was the body being consumed by the Lazarus Pit.

In truth, Danyal was transported to the Infinite Realms and spat out near Amity, where the Fentons adopt him. He gets what he had wanted, a normal family with the Fentons, at least until he became a Halfa.

When the Fentons had accepted him as Phantom, he was truly happy again. That is until he is captured by the GIW and experimented on.

The GIW make him watch the deaths of his family and friends. This causes Danny to lose control temporarily to break free and slaughter all the GIW in the facility because of his rage.

He won't rest until the GIW is permanently dealt with, which means destroying the main facility and killing all of the members of the GIW. The only problem is that the GIW's main base is located near Gotham, the one place he wanted to avoid because Damian is there. He'll just quickly deal with the GIW main base and find Dani, the only one he wants to add to his family.

Danny is in the process of killing the GIW and destroying the base. He gets attacked by a familiar face, his twin. And then the rest of Bat brigade arrived at the location while he and his twin were talking.

Danny is about to kill another GIW member when Bruce stops him and uses a commanding tone on him. He did not like that. So he used quite a bit of force to knock his so-called "father" away and let all his pent-up emotions and thoughts out.

"Just because you are my sperm donor doesn't mean you can boss me around! You are not my dad! My dad was taken from me by these xenophobic assholes who don't like what isn't human! I wanted a normal family that loved me, but I couldn't have that!"

Before he vanished to continue killing the GIW, he says one last thing to Bruce and Damian.

"If this is how you treat your children, then I don't want to be your son. And I won't forgive you for killing me, ahki. You had your chance when we were in the League."

[aulga]

I'm sorry but all I can think of is Perfect Blue's "excuse me who are you?"

@sweepweep

Danny is gravely injured by the GIW, his voice box is severely damaged.

Making use of his own voice is impossible, but through some ghostly means Danny doesn’t quite understand, he can mimic others voices he hears just fine.

It’s a ghostly ability he found out he had a few years ago, with just a sentence or two heard he can do a flawless impression of that person. Now it’s not so flawless. The mimicked voice warps and fluctuates pitch, it’s crackly and he has a hard time not switching between multiple voices with every sentence he speaks.

His voice is reduced to an uncanny frankenstined attempt at speech that activates the average persons fight or flight response.

It’s no surprise that Superman is startled when he calls out for survivors while freeing the ghostly captives and a “not a deer” version of his own voice responds back.

[kizzer55555]

The Vampire Aesthetic

Ok so Danny knows two billionaires personally and they really couldn’t be more different. Yet they had one thing in common. A vampire aesthetic. Sam is fully into goth. Spiderwebs, bats, the color black. She enjoys fangs and fake blood and the darkness of her soul. Meanwhile, Vlad is Vlad. If his name wasn’t enough, the dark clothing, pale skin, and flying around with a cape and fangs with coffins in his mansion really sells it.

Danny doesn’t know many rich people so he thinks this might be some kind of trend. (If Paulina is rich, her family likes the chupacabra) So he just thinks that all rich people have some kind of vampire thing going on.

Cue Danny somehow ending in the Wayne household. Maybe he was brought over as a friend of one of the bats, maybe rescued from a field trip/vacation gone wrong, maybe some other situation. But he is there in civilian form with civilian Waynes and Danny just takes a good long look around the inside of the mansion.

“So where’s the vampire aesthetic?

Everyone freezes.

Danny just starts looking around, checking behind paintings and feeling the walls for secret levers. Used to secret passages with Vlad and possibly Sam. The Fentons definitely had them when they were temporarily rich.

“Come on, I know you guys are hiding it.”

Cue the entire batfamily thinking that this is another Tim and that he is fully aware that these people are the batfamily. Danny hangs around the mansion more and the bats just start dropping their disguises and not even bothering to hide stuff around Danny because they assume he already knows. (Possibly even trying to recruit him to be a new bat) Meanwhile, Danny, who does not know these people are batman and his birds, just does not pick up on any of it.

He grew up in a health violation with a giant ballon observatory lab above his head and a portal to the afterlife in his basement. He is a half dead teenager who has tea with the god of time and his godfather is the other parent to his clone child. He’s used to death lazers being scattered across his home and mysterious stains on clothing.

People are weird! He doesn’t judge!

[emacrow]

Jazz always wanted a little brother.

Her best friend's mommy having a baby brother in her tummy, but right now they were at gotham, mom was meeting with some important people while she stay safe in the car with dad sleeping in the front passenger seat.

When she asked her mom and dad for a baby brother earlier that same week, mom had to explained that her tummy was broken after she had her because she was a very special miracle baby because they tried so hard to have her.

Jazz understood but at the same time, she wanted- no she need a baby brother, maybe one with dad's hair and mom's eyes, or maybe one with hair like hair and dad's eyes.

And she was determined, as she snuck out of the fentomobile car, sneaking inside beside the scary ninjas guards that were temporarily distracted.

She was very good at sneaking around thanks to mom training her to stay quiet and hide better then a ghost.

There was pools of ectoplasmic but much dirtier and less cleaner then the stuff mom and dad work with. Container and chambers full of them.

She saw doctor walking out of one room and snuck in before the the door close on her. There was another ectoplasmic container that had babies in them..

One sleeping upside down and the other upside up. The one of the bottom was sleeping but the older has his eyes open, revealing pretty blue eyes like dad's eyes.

She chewed on her bottom lip a bit and weigh her short limited choices as nodding.

She close her eyes, focusing as she quickly started to float a bit wobbly, sticking her small hands onto the glass ectoplasmic ball using her secret powers that she had learned without mom and dad noticing.

Her invisible hand grabbed the baby slowly, making it invisible as she pulled it out of the ectoplasmic ball.

The baby was very small and light then a feather while covered in wet ectoplasm goop.. the baby cough a bit, dripping ectoplasm out his mouth, squirming a bit as he was about to make a fuzz but quiet down as she held him close into her warm fuzzy jacket.

She snuck back out of the room and quickly out of the place all the way back into fentonmobile..

Covering the baby with her Einstein bear designed blanket, cleaning the baby up like she would with her baby dolls, and she open the empty toy baby bottle and open her mini almond milk jug, then pour the milk in and close it, after remembering to cut a little open hole on the tip of the hard plastic nibble part.

Scooting over to the baby, and carefully picking him up and helding him close onto her lap like she seen the mommy do on TV as she press the toy baby bottle again the baby's mouth.

It would be 1 hour later before mom came back looking excited then 2 hours later after they left gotham before a soft baby wail woke her dad from the backseat of the fenton car where jazz was.

Jazz was pink in the face as she was trying to hide the baby but she couldn't stop him from crying.

It would 20 minutes of jazz lying straight to her parents's faces on where she found the baby, and it would forever be her only best lie she ever told that convinced them to adopt the baby boy that was now named danny..

Meanwhile back at league of Assassin headquarters. The head scientist has noticed that the first unborn twin baby has been removed early then schedule, probably due to natural condition of death since the first one has a much weaker pulse compared to the second unborn baby which Talia had name Damian later.

The leading scientist check off the existence of the supposed first born who went without a name on the data base...

Unknownly to both parties, Jazz was very happy to have a little brother of her own now, even if his eyes flashes green a bit from time to time.

Ao3 story made here <-

[nutmegtales]

Alive Again - Part 6

There didn't seem much point in staying in the sparse room where the summoning circle had been drawn, not now that it was obvious the binding would do nothing to contain what they had summoned. There was a tenuous peace as they settled in a nearby waiting room and the various heroes relayed the details of why they had called upon the Ghost king.

A few years ago, two or three (no one could agree on a specific time), children started becoming ill by some unknown cause. Eventually they all started falling into comas and so far never waking up.

It was the youngest at first but as time went on older and older kids started succumbing, even some young adults were now afflicted and it was expected that soon they too would fall asleep and stay that way.

Now the first to fall are beginning to die. Their hearts finally giving up.

No one knows why, they don't know if it's caused by someone or something, if it's an illness or a curse or some supervillains slow acting mega death ray. There's theories but nothing solid to go on.

They have tried Everything they could think of. Magic, science, villain hunting. None of it has helped. And so they had turned to the occult.

They knew that it could come at a great cost, Constantine (the scrungly one apparently) had made sure they were all Well aware of that. But at this point it was a gamble they were willing to take. Most of them anyway.

Danny took it all in, his gut churning. He knew more than most the inevitability of death. He knew that people died, that children, and parents, and cities, and cultures, and even whole world's die eventually. He understood that death had an integral role to play in life. That without death there was no life. He knew. He knew that it was not his place to meddle with the natural order of death. No, his place was just to preside over those who had already passed, to provide them with a place for eternal rest, or a place to call their haunt as a ghost.

But this? Children affected by something that he felt likely wasn't an illness, or a virus. Not an attack. Not a normal ending brought on by some disease or anything. This didn't seem natural.

Maybe it was a villain? It'd been a long time since he'd worn the mantle of a hero. Maybe he couldn't rightfully meddle as The Ghost King.... But maybe, maybe he could try to help as Phantom?

He had duties that would come calling soon enough, attendants that would track him down, an infinite realm that would try to drag him back to his rightful place. It would succeed too, he had nothing tying him down to any one realm anymore, not now that... Now that everyone was gone. And without attachments anchoring him to a realm, the infinite would pull him back to his throne.

An anchor though, could be created, even just temporarily. And as long as he closed the door behind him properly, he could have some time to at least look into things here.

Maybe he could. Maybe it would be selfish of him. Maybe it would help. Maybe it wouldn't.

Well, at least he could try.

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[rottingghosty]

Father I pray to Thou | DP X DC

i’m alive my rotten ghostlings !!! i’ve been working on ch 2 of the cuckoo song fic

i think danny with religious guilt is a beautiful thing #catholicguilthaver …. i dislike this one a lot cause i wrote this while with a 100°F fever. anyway i’ll most likely start posting my prompts on ao3 soon, so if you notice it on ao3 please know its me !!

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The Cathedral in Gotham was beautiful in an eerie way, the way the building was soak in the sins of falsehoods of priests and bishops who believed they did good. Yet the good was never there for they pocketed donations and turned a blind eye to the suffering that Gothamites enduring by living in the cursed city. The way the air was charged with energy from people praying still to whatever God was out there.

Danny settles on a kneeler, hands fiddling with the rosary in his palms. Fingers rubbing against the cool, green rocks of the rosary as Danny takes a deep breath. The incense was sweet and reminded him of the times that the Foleys would take him to church every Sunday. How they’d dress him up in a suit that was too big on him but he never complained because he enjoyed going with them even if it was a bit of a drive to the church— a little thing outside of Amity Park.

His parents would take Jazz and him to church back when they weren’t focused on the portal or ghosts. When he didn’t feel like his parents had reached a level he and Jazz couldn’t even grace upon. This was the first time Danny’s stepped into a church since his death, even as he closes his eyes he can feel the pushes against him. Danny stopped being religious the moment his death occurred, wouldn’t call it a miracle or a blessing from Jesus Christ.

Instead he is a monster, a sinner in the house of God and all that is holy for he is a demon to those who cannot accept him when he was at his worst.

The crunch of boots stepping on rough, broken stone reached his ears.

Danny ignores it for he closes his eyes as he feels for the first bead of his rosary. Thumb digging into the cool, cracked texture. Lips opening as he begins to lowly recite his prayer.

“O My God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee.”

A shift of boots, a creak of wood. There, in the shadows— a figure moves. Quick and steady, inching closer to him. Danny almost wants to laugh but he refrains from doing so because his sins weigh heavily on his shattered soul. That this won’t ease the ache he feels, the disconnection he has with his God but he hopes that even the repentance he feels and is doing will be the soothing balm even temporarily.

“I detest all my sins because of thy just punishment,”

A sickeningly feeling edges along Danny’s orbit, he could feel the words stuttering briefly before he brings himself back to focus. They were beginning to surround him, the curiosity they feel was basically being blared by them that Danny refrain from stopping. The way he wished to crack a joke, running a soothing palm against the wearing, cautious feelings. He wanted to but the deepening presses against his already cracked, aching core brought his attention back to his task.

What feel like hours— reciting the Act of Contrition spanned in a smaller time. His thumb pausing on the larger bead, lips wetting themselves with his tongue as he opens his eyes to tilt his head up to the state of Jesus Christ. A sigh escaping him as he silently mouthed the prayer to Our Father. The feeling of heavy hands on his shoulders lightened as he said the last word.

He didn’t get to go through his entire rosary, only up to the first bead of Our Father but it was enough to soothe the gnawing monster in his body. Feeling the thing chuff and yawning as it curled up to sleep.

He’s an abomination. Something that shouldn’t walk the mortal realm. He’s a demon and he hosts one.

“What’re you doing here at… 3 in the fucking morning?” A person asks, their voice staticky in the way of using a voice modulator. A smile twitches onto Danny’s lips as he wears his rosary and hides it underneath his shirt. The smell of decay heavy, the creaks of boards wanting to collapse. The vision of a grand cathedral fading away to turn into a rundown building with pews thrown about, broken down or even seats ripped the shreds. The scent of the incense gone within a moment.

He could feel the startles of the people around him and he gave a low laugh, pushing himself up from the kneeler even as he knees popped and his spine cracked when he straightened.

“Can’t a guy just pray?” Danny mumbled as he turns away from the stare of Jesus Christ on the cross to turn to the Bat brigade of vigilantes. The ecto contamination on a few members made him curious, especially to the one who wore a red helmet.

“In an abandoned cathedral? Where everything looked fine until it wasn’t.”

“Tt must be a meta with illusionary abilities.”

Danny gave a involuntary snort at hearing the youngest Robin— hidden behind the altar speak, despite the slightest echo from the ruined remains of a holy place that burnt down like Gotham’s weary soul that still kept stubbornly fighting to continue to exist as a city spirit.

“Not a meta. Just something else… something a lot more depressing. Can’t a man indulge himself in his Catholic guilt?”

Red Hood crossed his arms in response, rolling his neck as the bigger man gave a shrug to the big bad Bat himself. “He’s got us there, B. I’ve indulged in my own Catholic guilt myself a few times.”

Danny threw finger guns at Red Hood with a crooked grin— his fang peeking out slightly as Batman frowned in response. The amount of emotions that guy radiated almost wants to give Danny a headache but he’s a stubborn bastard and has to do ‘exposure therapy’ so he doesn’t get sick from overwhelming emotions by people in case he’s attacked with something that heightens someone’s emotions. Or whatever excuse Jazz had given him at the time before shoving him out of the Ghost Zone with a finger wag.

“Who are you?”

Dead. A ghost. A sinner. A monster. Demon. Something to be exorcised. Halfa. King. Weak.

“I’m just a friendly neighborhood ghost.” Danny says, blue mist coming out from his mouth as he looks between Red Hood, Black Bat and Batman. His aura briefly brushing against the youngest Bat’s being. The sickly contaminated ectoplasm lingering on his tongue.

Danny raises his hands as he shakes them in goodbye, feeling himself turn invisible. The ruins of the former holy land creaks and shakes, harsh whispers heard as they grate against Danny’s very essence, his core shaking in protest at being pushed out from a safe space by the Gods he prayed to. Even if it was a brief respite, Danny felt lighter in years.

Below him the Bat brigade curse as they talk into comms to find out where he is but Danny’s long gone. He thinks he managed to avoid them until he bumps into one Jason Todd and Duke Thomas while heading to the church in Crime Alley. The two children of Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne who has an adoption problem.

Fuck. He almost wants to scream but Pandora taught him better than that.

[radiance1]

A new business started up in Metropolis by the name of MastersCo. Headed by man who simply goes by the name Masters who just happens to have a large lion with black fur, mane, and red eyes.

Now, as any sane person would think, Masters is the ultimate brain behind MastersCo's brilliant, brutal, ruthless, and utterly efficient business practices that let the seemingly nobody company rise to one of the largest in the city and the world at large.

A fact thag Lex Luthor is both impressed by, and utterly hates for the simple fact he is a targe of an unfortunate amount of those practices.

But you see, in reality, it is the lion that, according to Masters himself. Was an experiment that he managed to save from his brutal captors when he was being trafficked on accident one day and as such, was the reason he made his company in the first place. That is the brains of the opperation.

Who is the lion, truly? Well...

None other than Vlad Masters himself, of course!

Who just so happened to be on the wrong side of his own tech that was supposed to target none other than the hero Phantom. Turning him into a random animal and causing his powers to be temporarily out of control long enough for him to open a portal to another dimension entirely and push him through to get him out of the way and then some.

He never expected that he would be the victim of his scheme. He had Danny right where he wanted him and that, unfortunately, made him cocky. Cocky enough that Danny reversed the tides and it ended up being him to turn i to an animal and forced into another dimension.

He knew he should have had the portal activation be manual instead of automated.

In a last act of desperation, he tried to drag Danny along with him. He failed.

So then there he was, trapped in the form of a lion with powers that did not heed his wishes and, ubfortunately, about to be sold off to the highest bidder. He, of course, would not have gone down without a fight and managed to pull off an act that crashed the container he was teapped in with the casualty of death to those who tried to turn him into a profit. Forrtunately, he was then saved by a man too curious for his own good and had his wounds treated well enough.

Let it be known that Vlad Masters does not forget kindness shown to him, especially when it pertains to his very own life. So he restared VladCo, now known as MastersCo and turned it into an empire in return. Though it also doubled as a rescue for other 'animals like him' he didn't really mind nor care about that fact.

He dislikes Lex Luthor because the man called him a pet. Him a pet. The Vlad Masters, a mere pet!?

The utter gall of that man, truly.

He also holds a dislike for Superman as well, not to the extend of Lex Luthor, but the amount of property damage that man creares is astounding not to mention the fact he exposed Vlads rather... unique heartbeat situation. From nothing of good intent, he has since realized, but still.

He coukd have done without that, thank you very much.

[1mlei]

Demon Twin Au Thoughts

I've been thinking a lot about Demon Twin AUs lately.

I've read nearly all of the ones on ao3 (Please do send recs my way <3), and I adore the different interpretations of this concept. I will always love the version of this where Danny and Damian are reunited after Danny ends up in Gotham, or Damian in Amity.

I love this classic take on the AU, but I've been thinking about fun ways to spice it up. My favorite idea so far is the idea that the twins reunite after Damian temporarily dies.

Imagine Danny just minding his business in the Zone and he randomly sees his twin, who is supposed to be alive. Damian would be happy to be reunited, he's been under the assumption that Danny was dead since they were kids so he's just glad to see his twin again. Meanwhile Danny is freaking out because he literally faked his death and ran away so Damian could live, what the fuck is this?

You could add a touch of Sam and Tucker being confused on the side. I always imagine that Danny never told them about where he came from or his brother. (What can I say? I love the drama that secrets bring.) You could either have Damian look like his civilian self as a ghost, and have Sam and Tucker be confused af about this random ghost that looks just like Danny. They might think it's a weird duplicate or something, but then why is Danny so freaked out? You could also have Damian be in his Robin costume, I imagine Sam and Tucker would be shocked to randomly see the ghost of Robin in the Zone, but it's far from the weirdest thing they've seen in there. Again, Danny has never been a huge fan of other heroes or vigilantes, so why is he so freaked out about this one being dead? Of course, though Danny has stayed away from Gotham for various reasons he is aware that his twin brother has become Robin after moving in with their father, so he knows that this new ghost can only be one person.

Now moving away from the idea of the twins just randomly running into each other :)

You could try turning it into a twin telepathy type thing, where Danny senses Damian dying, or at least that something happens to him and goes to investigate.

Or, something that I feel is quite in character for Damian, he might hunt down Danny himself the moment he realizes where he is.

You could turn this in different directions again depending on whether Damian is in civilian clothes or his Robin costume. Either way, I imagine him questioning some other random ghost (maybe one of Danny's rouges for fun?) and regardless of how he's dressed they'll point him towards Danny.

"Oh you're looking for your brother? Idk man, go ask Phantom or something."

OR

"Your brother? You look fucking identical to Phantom so you might wanna start there."

Either way Damian tracks down Phantom and concludes that yes, that is his brother. Dramatic reunion ensues.

Last little thought I had on this, Damian doesn't think Danny is a ghost, he assumes he moved on, or maybe he somehow knows he faked his death and thinks he's alive? Regardless, Damian is a man on a mission the moment he arrives in the Zone, he refuses to stay in this pathetic realm and decides that whether he's dead or alive he will make his way back to Earth. Best way to get there? Damian goes to talk to the king of course, to negotiate (or fight if necessary) about going back to Earth. If not that, he just happens to hear about a certain half-human, half-ghost hybrid and tracks him down for help. A hybrid sounds like someone who would know how to go back and forth between the realms after all.

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All this to say, I want more of the Demon Twins reuniting in the Ghost Zone. If anyone has recommendations or ends up writing a story of this please do send a link my way, it would be most appreciated <3

+ Bonus points will be added if there is a scene where Damian is resurrected and Danny decided to tag along. Cue confused batfam freaking out because oh god there's two of them now how did that happen.

[satoshy12]

Invincible Crossover Grandpa Immortal = John Fentonightingale

The crisp, late-autumn air of Amity Park swirled around Cecil Stedman as he stood in the Fenton's living room.

Jack Fenton, his large frame somehow both imposing and jovial, leaned against the kitchen counter, a half-finished ecto-fudge resting beside him. His Wife Maddie, sat on the edge of the couch, her gaze fixed on Cecil.

Cecil cleared his throat, the sound unusually loud in the quiet room. "So… I have to relay some difficult news," he began, his voice carefully measured. "The Immortal and the other Guardians of the Globe, other then Omni-man… are Dead." He paused, letting the words settle.

Jack's eyes widened, a flicker of disbelief crossing his face. He blinked, then chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "Gone? You mean… like, gone-gone? Wow. That old man… he always did have a knack for getting himself disassembled. I swear, he's been put back together more times than our inventions." He scratched his head, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. "But why are you telling us this? He lost an arm or a leg to Dani or Danny practically every other Tuesday, when they fight."

Maddie's lips tightened, a hint of worry on her face. "John… he was always so proud of them, when they beat him" she murmured, a soft, almost wistful tone in her voice.

Cecil adjusted his glasses, the thin metal frame cool against his skin. "Yes, we are in the process of… reassembling him at the moment. It's… complicated. However," he continued, his voice gaining a sharper edge, "I'm here with a specific request. We would like to ask if Phantom would consider joining the new Guardians of the Globe. Temporarily, at least, till he is back."

He pulled a small, folded piece of paper from his inner jacket pocket. "The Immortal left a directive. In the event of his… death, he specifically requested that Danny take his place as new Leader until he could return." He unfolded the paper, the delicate script shimmering in the dim light. "He wrote, and I quote, 'If I am ever dead for a longer time, Danny Fenton, my grandson, must take my mantle. He possesses the strength and the heart to guide the Heroes.' "

Jack's eyes flickered to Maddie, then back to Cecil. A rare, serious expression settled on his usually jovial face. "Danny… he's retired. He knew it, so why would… John asked him?"

Maddie rose, her movements precise. "We will ask Danny," she said, her voice firm. "He has a right to know. And if John asked… he will consider it. Till John is back, he would be part of the team. Till he leave it again to go to School again."

[wombywoo]

It occurred to me the other day that during Quinn's super turbo trauma story, his neck probably wasn't slashed but choked. And now I have more questions, because somehow I can't stop thinking about your characters. So:

Did Quinn end up having a vision during that event? (Does he get them during every near-death event, or is it more rare than that?)

How the hell did he cope being with Marc? 'Cause I'm about 90% sure that guy would have got off on choking him.

When the taskforce was created, was Quinn still in his relapse where he thought he needed his visions? Did Liz find out? How does he feel about her trying to get him to have more visions? D=

Does Vincent find out Liz is using Quinn like that, and how does he feel about it? (Does Danny find out??)

In fact, how does Vincent feel about the fact an evil vampire caused a mass dragon killing spree and this was Quinn's first vision? I get the feeling that, while Quinn tries to shrug off these coincidences, Vincent is a little more concerned. XD

Also, in your art of Quinn with Marc, the wall says 196 people will die in an ungodly tragedy. Was that the dragon killing spree or another event we have yet to hear of?

Oops. 🙈 Sorry for so many questions! I just want to know all the things. And I can't help but love all your lore drops. <3

Ok!! OK!!!!! You are feeding me so well with these tasty questions auughhh thank you for finding interest in my dumb ramblings !!!!!

There are answers under the cut (warning for some heavy topics, discussion of injuries, domestic abuse, self harm, spoilers for a story that doesn't even exist, etc)

So.

Quinn's throat was slashed. It was cut with a knife, kind of a shaky first slice, but it got deeper and went all the way across; enough force to puncture his trachea, though it didn't sever the vocal cords; he was lying on his back and couldn't move, and honestly..he didn't really feel it at the time. It was all just a very numb, surreal feeling. I won't go into suuuper specifics, but thankfully some pressure was applied to the wound right away, he was resuscitated with cpr, and he was still able to breathe despite some complications to his airway, long enough for him to receive medical treatment.

But he did black out. And he might have seen things.

It's the only vision he's had that he can't remember...

~*waves hands all vague and mysterious like~*oohooohoo

Ok! Visions! So, for the most part, Quinn needs to be medically dead, albeit temporarily, for him to have a vision. Usually, his heart has to stop for one to happen, and he's just lying there, unmoving. Like..dead, dead. This should be a rare event, but uh...he's had more than a dozen visions, I'd say....

The thing is--he always comes back. Even in the worst scenarios (ie. not breathing for more than 5 minutes) he somehow always miraculously revives with minimal repercussions (sure, there's probable brain/heart damage, but it should be way waaay worse) So, he's kind of chalked up this vague 'immortality' thing as a byproduct of the visions...more mystery...

With Marc--yeah. That was just a bad situation all around. A lot of Marc and Quinn's physical relationship revolved around their dangerous power dynamic, so um. yeah. choking was one of the things they messed around with. Quinn actually requested it at the time, out of this twisted self-harm kink he'd developed. (he's, regrettably, the worst at coping with his trauma, so uhhh he feels like he needs to push himself to that same sensation of near death just feel anything at all and uhhh it's not good, you should not do this at home kids, but he feels like strangulation is the closest he can come to feeling alive just for a brief second and yeah he's fucked up he's not good I know..)

It was consensual stuff at first, but after one of their..sessions...Marc pushed it too far, he wouldn't let go and uh. Quinn suffocated and passed out. Marc did manage to revive him, but he...died for a second there. And he had a vision--one of the first dragon attacks in France that would later lead to its occupation by [insert evil vampire terrorist group]. Marc was actually comforting him after, he was just...rubbing him and telling him he was sorry and it was ok, so in the midst of a mental and physical breakdown, Quinn divulged what he saw. And Marc took him seriously, which was also rare. And they talked about it, and...it seemed ok for once.

It was only after that he realized how Marc wanted specific details, stuff he could use to harvest information and push numbers and invest in whatever type of bullshit could make a profit out of tragedy. They carried on with their relationship, but when it came to testing their limits in the bedroom....Marc took it too far again. And Quinn had another vision--a vampire massacre in [specific french location] and 196 people died, and he was crying as he told him how he saw it all from the perspective of a child. Marc seemed eager. He asked him even more questions. But...it was fine. He was still rubbing him, being calm. And Quinn had agreed to the choking. He wanted this. It was actually helping other people if he was able to use this information somehow.

But it happened again. And again. More times... Until eventually Quinn realized he had no say in the matter anymore.

The sad thing was that he convinced himself it was out of love; Marc was very passionate, this was just his way of showing him he loved him....

It became too much...after a while....

ANyway!

So, now we're in the present when Quinn joins the task force with Vincent~

At this point in time, he's gotten help with his mental state so he no longer feels the desperate urge to harm himself and induce his visions (for the most part), and is relatively stable (sure!)

Miss Major Liz is aware of his visions, to a degree. She had mistakenly thought Quinn developed a narcotic problem when she was his CO at some point (yes, he used drugs a few times to induce visions (it was about 50/50 successful)) Most of her awareness had come from Danny, who divulged his part in Quinn's #BFF-bonding-moment4lyfe (ie, forcing his friend to assist in drowning himself. twice) So she does have knowledge of some of the...wackiness.

At this point in our tale, she hasn't done anything about it. Yet. It's a testament to how off the books she works that she hasn't forced Quinn into a psych eval that will surely bench him for the next foreseeable uuhh forever. So she's keeping that on lock.

I do think that [at some point in this potential story of mine] she will consider using Quinn's 'talents' to their benefit. She's a hard lady, not afraid to trade dirty hands for even dirtier handshakes, so there will probably be a time when she wants to take advantage of potential knowledge that can influence her agenda....

Vincent...will not take this lightly.

Honestly, this whole scenario is rife with delicious drama, so I will simmer it on low and ponder it for future conflict in the [insert novel series teehee] to come

Vincent has a lot of feelings about Quinn !!!! and his visions !!! and the evil vampire agenda !!!! Too many feelings!! But all he wants is for his boy to understand that his safety and wellbeing and life are the most important things to him, and none of that is worth trading for a small glimpse at a future that will happen anyway. Quinn...disagrees. This is also teeming with potential drama, you see...

I have a LOT more of this type of speculation, but for now, I will leave you with this dump of lore and trauma for you to sink your teeth into~

Thanks for the saucy and delicious questions <3

[voiceofdragons]

Danny With the Street

150,000 people die every day on average. On average, 385,000 people are born on that same day. Thats  535,000 souls made and unmade every day. Some peacefully at the end of a life lived, either fulfilled or not, and some tragically and early. Some even die the same day they are born. 535,000 people. 385,000 births, 150,000 deaths. These, however, are simply the averages. No one living can get the exact numbers, and they’d change daily regardless, so that data would be of no real use.

That’s only humans though. Those numbers are dwarfed in comparison to the averages for animal life, and the less said about plant life the better for our collective migraine. Still, that is no small amount of people. For the number of deaths, you’d get a population somewhere between the size of Kiribati and Guam. For the births it would be between Iceland and Guadalupe. The combined number puts you at Malta.

You have probably never even seen that many people in person before. And that is not even a percentage of a percentage of the worlds population. 535,000 is not barely a drop in the bucket. This number is important to Danny, for the simple fact that you can figure out a lot of interesting things regarding ghosts with it. He’d pestered a few of the Observants, when they weren’t trying to literally get him out of their picture, with a bunch of questions a curious 14 year old would want answers to. 

Some were not answered, in typical Observant fashion, but they’d given him an interesting answer to the question “how many people even become ghosts”. 

“The rate changes day to day, but we’ve figured out that its normally 1 ghost out of however many are born and day in a day added together.” This particular Observant then proceed to ramble on about how smart they were for figuring it out, how much better off the universe was for having them watching over things, blah blah blah.

Even if the rate changes, it doesn’t change drastically enough to ruin the precise and exacting science of guestimating things. If its one in 535,000, but only 150,000 die a day, then that means its somewhere between 3 and 4 days to get a new ghost. Their reasons for lingering were there own, and were often normal. And then there were the fruitloops that he dealt with so often that it was kind of starting to get old. The ghosts were getting easier to handle most days though, especially after he helped lock up Pariah Dark again. Who knew making their dimension safer would make them hate him a bit less?

And these days his biggest headache was that government agency that had temporarily bought Fentonworks to try and nuke the ghost zone. They’d failed, but still tried their hardest to make his life miserable.

Case in point; they were in the living room with his parents. Talking about Phantom. Specifically about some ‘concerning’ footage of him they’d been able to record of the ‘ectolasmic scum’. He was hiding invisible on the stairs, his mom and dad on the couch with two familiar white suited dingbats standing across from them. They had placed a tablet on the coffee table, a video taking its sweet time loading.

“As interesting as i’m sure this video is, would either of you gentlemen like to see some of our latest projects?” his mom said, clearly growing bored as the video took yet another minute to load. Thank goodness ghosts effected technology the way they did, clearly whatever film they’d taken was hard on their systems. Mom picked back up with “we’ve been experimenting with some new ‘ecto-electrolysis metal plating’ its a lengthy process, but the results are-” suddenly the video started to play, cutting her off. Danny leaned forward to get a better look, and froze. It wasn’t Phantom.

It was normal, human looking Danny Fenton. Walking down the street. The same one that Johnny and Kitty had gone racing down last thursday. Suddenly a familiar looking mist pooled out of his lips, and the screen started to glitch and lag a bit, but he remembered what happened next. He’d look around the empty street, not see anyone, and then-.

“Going Ghost!” his familiar catchphrase came from the tablet, and the glitching stopped. And Danny Fenton was no longer on the screen. All the glitching had coalesced on a single point on the screen, exactly where he’d been standing, making it clear there was a ghost in the footage. Then another blob of corrupted screen appeared streaking down the street, and the first one sped off after it.

The video stopped, and his parents were frozen. His dad reached for the tablet, and restarted the video. The catchphrase, the mist, the glitching, and his disappearance. His parents replayed the video about five more times before his mom shakily flipped the tablet face down. His dad hugged gripped her shoulders as she brought her still shaking hands up to her face.

“We understand that this must be difficult for you both, but it is imperative for state security and research that you assist us with the capture and containment of the entity.” the agent on the left spoke softly, clearly trying to be gentle, but it brought no comfort to anyone in the room, least of all Danny.

“This is not simply difficult!” his dad said forcefully. “This is our son, and you’ve just told us-” his dad stood up and started pacing, clearly distraught. After a minute of pacing he slumped back onto the couch. Mom sniffed and rubbed her face down before bringing her hands to her lap. Her next words were enough to make Danny freeze in shock and terror.

“He’s upstairs in his room.” dad turned to look at her, shocked was an understated descriptor for his face. Danny stood up still invisible and made his way up to his room. He had to leave before anyone came for him. He just barely heard her continue. “I’m going to lock down the house so he can’t get out, but just to be safe you should go outside in case he somehow gets out.” he didn’t hear the agents respond, or his dad.

Once in his room he grabbed one of his notebooks and wrote a quick message to leave for Jazz. ‘GIW told mom and dad i’m phantom, had to leave the house, i’ll be with a friend, i’ll call.’ he then slipped it under her door and then phased through the ceiling just in time to see the familiar ghost shields surround the building. The agents were by their van, arms crossed, and Danny flew off in the direction of tuckers house, tears building up in the corner of his eyes.

Landing at the corner of Tucker’s street he rubbed his eyes to clear them before walking toward his best friends house. The wave of relief he felt when the house came in view was quickly squashed by the sight of a familiar white van, and two white suits talking to Tucker's parents on the porch. Staying invisible he flew off again for Sam’s house. When he didn’t see a white van outside he was relieved.

He was less relieved to see none of the lights were on and their car was gone, meaning the whole family was out at the moment. Still floating he decided to fly to the Nasty Burger, deciding to wait there until one of his friends or for Jazz to go there looking for him.It was when he was flying past Caspar High when he saw something that gave him reason to pause.

There was a new street there that hadn’t been there yesterday. The buildings were brightly colored, and there were people mulling about wearing clothes he’d never seen anyone in Amity Park wearing. Getting closer, he expected the usual white mist that meant a ghost was nearby, knowing that in a town like Amity, anything weird was probably ghost related. There was nothing. He landed, still invisible and walked quietly down the street, deciding to see where things went.

The multi-colored buildings turned out to be a hardware store, a military surplus hut, and a bunch of other places you wouldn’t expect to be in pastel pinks and purples. Reaching the middle of the street was a building dubbed ‘Peeping Tom’s Perpetual Cabaret’ all done up in bright flashing lights, music leaking out onto the street from inside.

In short, this place seemed awesome, and as soon as he was able to reach Sam or Tucker he was bringing them here. He passed more fun looking stores, and some more adult stores that he knew he was too young for on his way to the end of the street closest to the Nasty Burger, and he stopped when he saw the street sign.

 ‘Danny St’.

“Well that’s weird” he said, still invisible.

A cloud of steam popped up from a nearby sewer grate with a sound almost like a gasp, and strangely enough it turned into a series of exclamation points and question marks.

“Also weird,” a fluttering sound behind him made him turn to see a pile of leaves spell out ‘says the invisible boy’. Danny took a step away from the pile, waiting for the mist that meant a ghost was nearby. It didn’t come. Whatever this was, it wasn’t a ghost.

Deciding that questions would be an alright distraction from the nightmare his day became he asked, “Who are you?” and another noise from behind him, this time a metallic squeaking. When he looked it was the street sign rotating around. He laughed, and turned back to the pile of leaves, only it was the sign on the window that responded this time, changing its arrangement to ask ‘what’s so funny feele?’.

“My name is also Danny.” deciding to trust the talking street, he stopped being invisible. The steam from before came again, just exclamation points this time though. A rustling sound had him turning right where a banner unfurled to declare ‘Neat Trick Twinsie!’ making Danny laugh. Deciding to ask a few more questions, he walked over to a conveniently placed bench across from a pawn shop.

“You’re not a ghost are you?” he asked, and the pawn shop window grew a question mark. “Oh, right, you’re new in town, considering I didn't see you here yesterday.” waving his hand around Danny continued. “Welcome to Amity Park, the most haunted city in America. My first thought when weird things happen here is it’s a ghost doing something, and I've seen a lot of weird.” The window proclaimed ‘ooooooh’ before another sound had him turning his head left. This time a cafe menu board said ‘Not a ghost, but are you?’

Danny clapped his hands as he said, “Half points Danny, thank you for playing!” the question mark came back so he elaborated. “I’m only half ghost, all the abilities of ghostliness, still alive and kicking.” he then smirked as some word play popped into his head. “Kicking all the other ghosts butts for messing with the town.” he then remembered his current problem, and slumped backwards, his view of his new… friend? Acquaintance? Friend, suddenly flipped.

“Or I did at least.” he sighed. “No idea what i’m supposed to do now, got some fruitloop government ghostbusters after me, and they just told my parents! Who are also ghost hunters!” from his upside down view he saw more letters rearrange across the street, but he didn’t want to parse out what Danny had said. “I was going to go wait for some friends before I spotted you, try to figure things out.” he sat up and turned around, not wanting to ignore a message. ‘Thats rough buddy.’ his face split into a grin. “Its just my luck that the same day all these bad things happen, I also meet a new friend with impeccable taste in memes!” he stood up and stretched, feeling a bit less panicked. “I’m going to go meet with them, but can i bring them back to see you? They’d love your… everything!” the banner from before flipped over ‘that would be dolly Danny! Bona to Vada!’ this was starting to remind him of when he first met Wulf, and learned of the wonders of Esperanto. A fun new dialect was just the distraction he needed.

Waving at the street, a few of the people walking around waved back, even though he hadn’t spoken to any of them. A flag flapped aggressively in a nonexistent wind, and his smile stayed on his face as he turned invisible again and flying off to the Nasty Burger.

It had only been thirty minutes since his parents found out, but his anxiety made it all feel like seconds ago as he sat there waiting. Five o'clock approached and a familiar face walked in, though not one of the ones he’d been waiting for. Valerie was starting her closing shift in ten minutes, and Danny was sitting at a booth waiting for Tucker, Sam, or Jazz. she put her bag behind the counter and slit to the opposite side of his booth.

“Why so antsy ghost face?” Valerie asked with her arms crossed. Their situationship had been weird for a while since she’d found out he was half ghost, but things had been improving lately since her dad got a new job. Guess most of her aggression had been stress induced.

“So… My parents found out i’m a ghost. The Guys in White told them, I had to leave the house, and when I went to Tucker’s house they were there too, Sam wasn’t home, and now I’m waiting for either one of them, or Jazz to come find me so i can figure out the shipwreck my life has become!” the floodgates had opened and he’d word vomited everything to his frenemy, and then promptly face planted into the table.

She visibly blue screened for about ten seconds before she reached over and patted his head. “That’s rough buddy.” he glared up at her for all of two second before snorting a despondent laugh. She joined in and after a few seconds of laughing together he leaned back, smiling a bit more easily since the anxiety had claimed him five seconds into waiting.

“You are not the first person who’s said those exact words to me tonight! I should start collecting nickels, I probably won’t get more than two but it's weird that it’s happened twice!” she didn’t laugh at that, tilting her head in an unspoken question. “You are not going to believe this, but on my way here I found a new street by Caspar High. Just there, new buildings, decorations, the whole shebang!” he flared his fingers out to emphasize the point. “I was invisible, but when I saw the street was called ‘Danny St’ I had to say something. And it started talking back, kinda.” 

“That’s a load of bull-” she started before he waved his hands to cut her off.

“Val, after half the stuff we’ve dealt with since my parents opened the portal, is this really too much for you to believe?” she raised a finger and took a breath before closing her mouth and lowering her hand. They’d dealt with a lot of wacky nonsense.

“Valid, but I won’t believe it until I see it. What kind of ghost looks like a whole street?” she asked, but he shook his head.

“That’s the thing! They weren’t a ghost, I would know! When I asked, they didn’t know what I meant. Had to explain kinda about Amity Park being the most haunted town in America.” This time he crossed his arms, leaning back to look out the window, hoping for a familiar red hat, or someone dressed in all black and purple.

Valerie stood up suddenly, and gave him a hug. “I’m sorry this happened to you Danny. My shift is starting, so I’ll make you some fries while you wait. If you’re here till closing, mind showing me this magic street you found?" It was nice having her be this friendly with him again, and he grinned and gave a thumbs up.

“Sure thing!” he said, before the doors burst open and four men in white suits rushed in, guns aimed at him. He shoved Valerie out of the way and went intangible through the wall to the outside. He then went invisible and rushed as fast as he could over the buildings.

He was passing the new, and brightly colored Danny St when he felt a sharp pain in his side, and smelled burning flesh and ectoplasm. Losing control of his abilities amidst the pain, he crashed into the side of a building before flopping onto the street. Looking up he heard loud music and saw the word ‘Tom’s’ visible on the part of the sign he could see. A crowd started to form, but he was too dazed to understand what most of them were saying. A pretty face popped out of the crowd and bent down to check on him. She was tall, dark skinned, in a glittery outfit with big hair.

“Kid, are you ok? How did you fall?” she was checking him over for any open wounds, but he was to dazed to do much. He heard tires squealing in the distance, and knew that the people chasing him were going to be here soon. He didn’t want anyone hurting his new friend, the talking street, or the people that were just now worrying for his wellbeing.

“I need to go, the Guys in White are after me!” he tried to stand but the woman placed her forearm across his chest to keep him from doing more than sitting up. She turned her head, listening to the squealing as well, before she focused back on him.

“Who are the ‘Guys in White’?” she asked, very seriously.

Danny tried to phase through her arm to stand but the pain in his side made it hard to focus, so he gritted his teeth and kept trying as he responded. “Government sponsored ghostbusting fruitloops, now please let me go they don’t care about collateral damage!”

The woman sighed and closed her eyes for half a second before she turned to look at a few people in the crowd. “You heard the kid, we got government on our tale! Danny, we need to leave.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do lady!” Danny said, while at the same time one of the store signs changed from advertising fatigue leotards, to saying ‘Time to scarper!’

“Was talking to Danny, kid.” she said distractedly.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” he retorted, his head starting to hurt and the burn on his side starting to throb dully.

She laughed, a short, loud burst of amusement before she told him pointedly, “Oh you’ll fit right in kiddo!” and that’s the last he heard before a wave of vertigo took over his senses, the buildings and sky around him twisting and folding impossibly, and he leaned over to dry heave and then pass out.

“Jack, we need to hurry before those agents find him!” Madeline Fenton said from the passenger seat as they approached Caspar High. As soon as they realized that Danny had left the house they’d begun their search, especially vigorous due to the agents also on the prowl. They’d seen some agents leaving Nasty Burger and firing wildly into the air, and they’d seen one of the shots land on something invisible.

And then they’d seen their son materialize and plummet thirty feet to land a few streets over near his high school. Jack was driving them there, and that alone was enough to get the agents to pause on their way to their vans. Small blessings. When they neared the high school though they saw something odd. 

“Honey, am I crazy or was that street not there last week?” Jack said as they approached.

“I don’t think that matters right now dear.” she rescinded, though it was bugging her as well. She knew they tended to get a bit focused on their work, but that work often took them out on the town. She would have seen something of a new street before now, especially with such charming looking stores.

“Theres people milling about, maybe one of them saw him!” Jack pointed out, her wonderful optimist.

“Lets hope! We need to get him back to the lab to check him for injuries, after that we need to game plan keeping him safe.” she looked down at her lap, her jumpsuit a comforting familiarity. “He’s Phantom. He’s been Phantom this whole time! Oh he must have been so frightened.” Jack parked the GAV and reached over to squeeze her shoulder, a reassuring smile on his face.

“Our kid is a tough one, and just as brave as his mother. Lets get him safe and we’ll figure it all out.” he unbuckled himself, then reached over to undo hers for her. They both stepped outside and as they turned to look down this new street they saw something that made them take a breath of equal parts relief and terror. They saw Danny lying prone with a crowd of people clearly trying to help him. He would be fine.

And then, just before they could step foot on the pavement of the street, everything sort of shifted and folded, the other streets stretching to fill in the space being left behind as the street they were now desperately reaching for vanished. The last thing they saw was their sun jerk to the side, several people trying to help him, and then both he, and the mysterious new street vanished.

[nicktremblaywayfu]

Question for Reagents OC owner that has their character wearing prosthetic limbs: What event caused them to lose their limbs?

And what makes Murkoff decide to give them prosthetic limbs for your reagent? Is it pity? Their Grade? Or are they Easterman's "How high"?

Considering a lot of Reagent corpses are limbless, we can assume severely injured Reagent would be fed to the expops. However, we can also see some in-game cosmetics featuring prosthetic legs so there's at least one reason Easterman decided to give second chances to some Reagents rather than leaving them bleed with chopped-off legs

For Hunter, His leg was cut off by Danny. The reason Danny didn't go to his neck next was Apin to appear and drag Hunter into the shuttle. Hunter was minutes away from death due to blood loss and pain, but his grades are always amusing Easterman, and he's also one of the elite rank Reagents, so he gave him a metal leg to do the therapy properly again.

His hand was electrocuted by Coyle, damaging the majority of nerves and burning his hand out. Coincidentally, Murkoff was developing a prototype of an electric bionic hand, and Hunter was one of the candidates for the test. It fits him perfectly; however, Coyle's baton would make it temporarily dysfunctional like his rig.

Hunter got a lot of privileges from his sugar daddy Easterman. Sadly, the otherwise happens to Apin...

[ficcerspam]

DCxDP - ONESHOTS

Phantom Siblings and the Batfam - 12.05.23

DCxDP - Prompt fill: Danny and Ellie are de aged. Dan and Jazz are co-parenting as the older siblings. Completely unrelated, half the batfam are flirting independently at Jazz/Dan, and the other half are dealing with the chaos gremlins.

He’s fine… right..? - 02.05.24 [AO3]

DP: Two-shot psychological horror based off some fanart of Danny crying melty tears.

Kon-El and the Phantoms - 02.07.24

YJxDP - Young Justice, specifically Kon-El, meets their newest member, Phantom's clone. Who just so happens to be a big fan.

Thoughts about Death - 03.27.24

"Do you ever think about how sacred life must be for Danny?" Oneshot.

Not so Little Merperson - 05.02.24

YJ/JLxDP - Superboy gets Prince Eric'd by Space Whale Danny, and all Kon wants to do is find the smoking hot not-so-little-merperson that saved him. If he has to pester Aquaman for it, so be it. Oneshot.

Gotham for the Holidays—and more? - 05.08.24

DCxDP - Bones Prompt: Danny and co go to Gotham for vacation, and it’s great! Until he tries to leave. Gotham has other plans, apparently. No planned continuation

Baby's First Kidnapping - 06.09.24

DCxDP - Jazz gets kidnapped by cultists who want to summon the Ghost King. The Bats are confused af when Jazz laughs in the cultists' faces. Oneshot

Master’s Children - 06.24.24

DP - Quick Little Oneshot where Danny and Ellie get to be the Snobby Rich Master’s Children to a very rude Lady. Outsider POV. Oneshot.

Tough to Touch - 06.26.24 [AO3]

DC - Clark temporarily loses his powers, and he decides to take a chance to see what it’s like—to kiss someone without being afraid to break them. Superbat. Oneshot

Runaway Baby - 11.26.24*

DCxDP - Against Danny's wishes, Bruce attempts to gain custody of him. Danny responds by fleeing. Oneshot.

Rockin' Robin - 1.1.25* [AO3]

DCxDP - The smut edition for my Kitten Kisses AU. Set between the main fic and the sequel! Stray!Danny, Dead Tired. Be mindful of the tags.

Bet On It - 1.12.25* [AO3]

DP - Danny loses a bet so Dash makes him sing. Danny decides to fuck with him for it. Oneshot.

He's confused, but he's got the Spirit - 2.17.25* [AO3]

DCxDP - Pre Serious Chaos, Ghost Princess Ellie somehow manages tell Damian he's a boring date...to his face. Identity Shenanigans. Long winded for no reason. Oneshot.

Lost in Grave Dirt - 3.30.25* [AO3]

DCxDP - Danny wakes up in his own grave. At least--he thinks it's his own grave, he's not sure when he has no memory of who he is. Luckily, his new friend Duke knows some people. Oneshot.

Robin, Report! - 5.30.25*

DC - Oneshot based on ficlet where Gothamites "know that if you channel Batman and go “Robin, report!” the bird will go from gasping desperately in pain to a robotic list of injuries."

Podfic (read by me) now included in updated link!

Addition written by @brunhielda !

[starlathehedgehog]

Zach redesign and lore drop of my OC below. For my Danny Phantom AU ‘Ghostlines’ I’m writing.

Lore drop below:

⚡ ZACH’S LORE OVERVIEW

👻 Ghost Name: Specterflare

Species: 1/4 ghost

🔥 Theme: Volatile energy, restraint vs. chaos, emotional combustion

🧬 ORIGIN

Human Life:

Zach was once a rebellious but brilliant teen from a broken household. His life was shaped by emotional neglect, forcing him to rely on his intellect and instincts. He was fascinated by anomalies and ghost-related rumors, eventually conducting risky experiments of his own.

Accident and Death:

During one such experiment—meant to replicate portal energy—Zach died in a volatile explosion of unstable ectoplasm and spectral interference. The blast didn’t just kill him—it transformed him, creating a hybrid-style ghost who retains stronger-than-average ties to the physical world.

Post-Death Mutation:

His ghost form, Specterflare, is infused with an unstable but potent form of energy that mimics fire in appearance—burning gold and burgundy—but behaves more like a mix of light, kinetic force, and controlled chaos. His powers are tied to emotional regulation: the more unstable he feels, the harder his powers are to control.

🔥 GHOST POWERS

Flareburst Projection

Releases concentrated, burst-style blasts of yellow-burgundy energy. Can explode mid-air or on contact.

Visually flickers like fire, but it's energy-based, not elemental.

Thermal Distortion Cloak

Creates a heatwave-like shimmer around him to distort his image, rendering him harder to track visually.

Combustive Dash / Warp

Teleport-like movement that leaves behind streaks of flaring energy. Can chain short bursts together.

Energy Consumption

Can absorb energy-based attacks (ecto-blasts, tech surges) to supercharge his powers temporarily.

Ghost Sense (Modified)

Detects intense emotions in others—especially fear, guilt, or longing—through aura resonance.

Spectral Pulse

An area-of-effect concussive blast that flares from his body when overwhelmed.

Emotion-Linked Power Surge

His power output and control are deeply tied to his emotional state. High tension or intimacy amplifies his abilities but reduces precision.

👤 PERSONALITY

Protective – Fiercely loyal and protective of those he cares about, especially Danny.

Sarcastic but Deep – Uses sarcasm and teasing to mask emotional vulnerability.

Emotionally Aware – Despite his power-linked emotional volatility, Zach is highly attuned to the feelings of others.

Cautiously Affectionate – Gives affection in meaningful, intentional moments—especially with Danny.

Independent – Hates being micromanaged or underestimated, often prefers handling things alone before asking for help.

Recklessly Brave – Will put himself in danger to protect others, even to his own detriment.

⚙️ QUIRKS

Fiddles with tech or ghost gear when anxious.

Has a habit of muttering sarcastic comebacks under his breath even in tense situations.

Collects small human mementos from the real world (headphones, guitar picks, pieces of clothing).

Tends to glow faintly when aroused, frustrated, or emotionally charged—especially visible at his fingertips or around his eyes.

Extremely tactile with Danny, always reaching out when they’re alone—even just brushing hands or touching his hair.

⚠️ FLAWS

Emotionally Volatile – His powers spike with intense emotion, making him both dangerous and vulnerable in moments of weakness or stress.

Guilt Complex – He carries guilt over his death, his transformation, and the way his existence affects Danny’s already fragile stability.

Fear of Abandonment – Believes, deep down, that he’s a temporary fixture in Danny’s life despite their growing connection.

Reckless Under Pressure – Pushes himself past his limits when someone he loves is in danger, often ignoring consequences.

Struggles with Normalcy – Doesn’t always know how to function in a safe or emotionally open environment, defaults to teasing or isolation.

[fishhateme]

okay fine let's address the elephant in the room i've abandoned this blog BUT i needed to cope after singapore yall after a good two months of no contact with any media of my pookie danny and the subsequent exposure to THE maxiel paddel date (ft. temporarily adopted paddel prodigy??) i'm ready to be back on my bullshit

this time? angsty introspective danny and max comforting him, aka ao3 hasn't been hitting and im in crisis

if it sucks it's because i haven't written fanfic in ages (started uni and it kicked me in the teeth, the only reason i can justify spending time on this is because at this point it's a Coping Mechanism™)

also i know the whole part things is a pain in the ass but tumblr wont let me write posts as long as i want them to idk i hate technology i was born in the wrong century (id rather die of the black death at 20 than have to deal with hyperlinks again thanks for asking)

read it here