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Danny phantom x BG3

Danny gets to be tadpoled and deal with hellworld :)

Mind the warnings but I'm actually proud of this one tbh

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After School Ghost Theory 101 with Professor Fenton

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[Image ID: A four page comic that starts with Danny Fenton standing in front of a whiteboard holding up a white cat. “Question: Do ghosts purr?” 

Tucker: “Danny when was the last time you slept?” Danny: “Irrelevant.” 

Danny info-dumps: “The answer is yes, but also no. Technically, all beings that possess a core are constantly “purring”, a.k.a. Core Vibrations. Core Vibrations are a nonverbal, emotion-based communication system between Ghosts, similar to how some living species use pheromones to communicate. The exact tone of each ghost is different the same way people’s voices are different. Humans can only hear these vibrations when the frequency passes through their audible range (20Hz - 20KHz), hence the ‘purring’ sound. When the range dips into infrasound (16 - 20Hz) it can cause feelings of fear and unease in humans that they often associate with ghosts and the supernatural. Also known as the ‘Heebie Jeebies.’”

Danny, wiping off the whiteboard: “Any questions before we move on?“

Danny’s audience consists of Wes Weston, Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, Danny’s clone Ellie, and Dash Baxter in a classroom. Wes is seated at a desk at the front taking notes. Tucker is sitting on Sam’s lap playing on a Switch, Ellie is sitting on a desk behind them. Dash is asleep at the back of the room.

Ellie, now holding the cat: “Is this Vlad’s first cat!?” Wes: “Could you tone down the floating eyes before the next part? They’re kinda distracting.” Danny: “What eyes?” Wes: “Please stop gaslighting me.”

A transparency trick on the last page reveals dark shadows and eyes all around Danny when viewed in dark mode. /.End ID]

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Warning: Long post?

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Jason did not expect his ghost form to feel…like this.

(Oh, dealing with his body randomly phasing through the ground and smacking his face onto hard concrete was not fun, but Jason dealt with that just like with every other hurdle in his life. By being more stubborn than the problem itself.)

It felt like something… settled into place. That was the best way he could describe it.

He felt as if spite and anger were finally not the only things keeping him awake and running. 

He felt calm, almost. Stable, at least. Whatever pent up energy that was stuck in his chest cavity now flowed freely throughout his body, redistributed, instinctually easier to manage.

It's almost like he could breathe a little bit easier.

(After much… ranting that Jason decided to ignore for his own sanity, Danny said that his case ectoplasmic corruption was probably due to the fact that Death, as a concept, doesn’t let go of things easily, time shenanigans notwithstanding.)

(Becoming a half-ghost was seemingly the only working compromise.)

—

Danny once told him that broad strokes of a ghost’s personality could be guessed by looking at their physical appearance. 

Despite the cool powers, this was a slight downside. Jason dealing with the filth of the Earth meant that being to hide his emotions and who he is was kind of important. Life saving, even.

He realized later on that his ghost form was way too easy to read.

—

He looked at his arms covered in bandages, and got reminded of the amount of times he had to patch himself up in the last month.

His jacket was ripped in place he knew that would have been sewn together when he was a living breathing human (well, as much as he could be).

He always looked slightly on fire?

(Danny told him it's probably related to his... core?)

(He know he died in an explosion but really?)

And then, there was his… veil? Shroud? Cloak?

It looked really nice.

But on the other hand…

It drooped when he felt under the weather. It flicked and thrashed around when he’s either irritated or barely holding back his urge to headshot someone.

And—

(No Danny, my cloak was not fucking wagging when you brought me fresh ectoplasm last week, you’ll have to get your goddamn eyes checked—)

He'll deny it until the day he dies (a second time).

And then his cloak could sometimes just…grow bigger. He figured that it acted as an extension of his own body, and had a nice add-on of allowing him to sense things he couldn't see. Hell, he could even make a hand out of it (wacking Danny with it - gently - never gets old). Jason had to also admit it looked cool, with the wispy bits and with one of its sides becoming a bright yellow.

(It reminded him a bit of his time as Robin.)

—

Being a ghost had a lotta perks.

Dealing with targets was so much easier when no one could see you. Inflitration was so much simpler when walls became optional. Cameras will glitch out when he's around, he left no traces visible to the naked eye and, combined with his training, to say that it was useful would be an understatement.

But, sometimes, he feels like he’s changing as well the more he transforms. Not drastically, but enough for him to look back and notice.

He usually was someone who prided on being efficient and straight to the point.

But now he’s starting to… have fun.

He started using his claws whenever he could. Don't het him wrong, he still uses his guns plenty, but there was just something deeply satisfying about vaulting over things, scaling a wall or crawling on the ceiling with bare hands. 

(Punching people is still the most satisfying by far, though.)

That one time hunting down the Joker wannabes was fun too.

(Danny said he’d get along great with Skulker? Did Jason want to find out? No.)

Fading in and out of invisibility, he picked them off one by one, watching as panic and dread slowly but surely creeped up on the remaining ones.

(After all, he has no respect for those trying to emulate the dead clown.)

—

(Yeah, the Joker was dead.)

(Surprisingly, that has not been a good day.)

—

One of the favorite things he liked to do was rooftop parkour. The… bendability of gravity is… fun, not gonna lie.

(Not flying though. Jason is used to having feet in regular contact with solid ground, thank you very much. No offense, Danny.)

But he gets why ghosts love to fly. When he’s jumping from rooftop to rooftop in Gotham in the at night, watching the city light fly by, cloak spread behind him, it’s as if nothing else matters. 

(No Joker, no petty criminals to beat up, no avoiding the Bats so they don’t find out about his existence—)

He can just enjoy, even just for a little bit.

—

(Somehow the Demon Brat and Orphan could sense him. Will keep and eyes on those two, and also the more reasons to avoid them.)

(The real problem was the new Bat in town. Bruce, what the fuck, another one? Again?)

(The yellow one, Signal. No time to check his profile yet, but probably a meta or something.)

(First night out and the guy almost managed to actually fucking see him —looked at him straight in the eyes and all, then did a double take. Jason never phased into the pavement so fast in his entire fucking life.)

(And so far no Bats on his cloak tails yet.)

(He did help the guy incognito, just a couple of times.) 

(And he also did steal his escrima sticks for fun, and once the guy went out looking for them, he’d put them right back where they were.)

(Turns out, he discovered later, that being a little shit runs in the ghost community.)

—

(Sometimes he also wonders what happened to Danny before they met.)

(He wasn't a Gothamite, that was obvious. He doesn’t pry, but it doesn’t take a lot to piece two and two together.)

(He just wonders who he has to kill this time.)

—

(Jason could not believe he forgot and underestimated just how fucking persistent every single one of the Bats could be. Of course it had to run in the family.)

He gazed down, thought the agony, at the gaping wound under his right armpit.

(The Bats have been chasing him relentlessly for a while now. He got more injuries than he can count, especially from Bruce.)

(They know. Oh, they know.)

(It didn’t go well.)

(He knows the others are there surrounding him to prevent him from escaping, he knows that Dick is right behind him, but at the moment he couldn’t care less.)

It has been a long time since the last time he got shot.

(It felt like someone set his right side on fire.) 

What was flowing out in abundance was a neon, toxic green.

(The Pit Waters, ectoplasm, he didn’t even know that he could fucking bleed in ghost form—)

(Danny—)

He looked back up at Batman, holding a (frankly) ugly gun, white casing and highlights in the same shade of toxic green. 

(A gun that Danny warned him about. And everything behind it.)

Jason felt something in him... snap.

(Why did it have to be you, Bruce.) 

His mouth opened—

(waitsincewhenhecoulddothatthoughtthe mask—) 

(Jason could see the billows of neon green smoke—)

(He couldn’t see Bruce’s expression.)

(Every. Single. Goddamn. Time.)

— and wailed.

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I am genuinely delighted that my last post got that much attention! Thank you so much, to all who liked, rebblogged and commented, it really does mean the most. 💕

This AU may be continued? No guarantees, tho.

For those interested: Part 01

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A very, very diff take on Fright Knight for funsies! Made him a centaur 'cause I think it's pretty epic, actually.

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In the middle of a Justice League meeting, Batman feels a tug on his cape. He looks down to see a little boy who could easily pass as one of his.

"Erm," the boy starts. "I frew up."

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No Laughing Matter - Part 9

Parts 1-8

Ao3

Part 9

Disclaimer: I have read nothing canon with J'onn in it, and am working from a general impression of him I've gathered through fan-fiction. I apologize for any out-of-characterness.

(tw: blood, general discussion of destruction and murder)

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There was laughter echoing deep in his mind. A cruel, vicious laughter, but laughter nonetheless.

Danny wasn't quite sure whether it was his own or not. Even thoughts he recognized as his own were twisting disconcertingly, making it difficult to find a point of reference within the dream.

If it was a dream.

Was it a dream?

Blood dripped from his fingers, the smell of copper and smoke filling his nostrils. It was a welcome scent. It was a familiar scent.

No... It was a horrifyingly unwelcome scent.

It was... Not. Real.

This was a dream. He was asleep.

Laughter echoed through his mind, and this time, Danny knew some of it was his own. A hysterical, desperate laughter at odds with the ruthless sound around him that echoed with an all-too-familiar phrase:

I am inevitable.

No. This was a dream. It wasn't real. He wouldn't have... he would never... he...

Images of a city in flames flashed through his dream, and for a moment the sound of screams drowned out the laughter.

Danny fell to his knees, blood splashing away in ripples around him, spreading impossibly far in his awareness and disappearing into a vast lake of red and smoke and...

"Child?"

A voice broke through the screams and the laughter both.

The blood rippled around him.

"Phantom."

It was not any voice he expected. It was not Dan's. It was not Clockwork's. It was not even Nocturn's voice. It was a stranger's voice, one he did not recognize...

Danny looked up.

The person standing above him was as green as any ghost, but far more solid, and watched Danny with solemn red eyes. The stranger knelt down on one knee, disregarding the blood in the dream-scape, and held a hand out to the teenager.

"I'm J'onn, the Martian Manhunter, with the Justice League. Do you recognize me?"

Danny stared at the offered hand, slowly nodding. Martian Manhunter... the man... in his brain... was an alien?! Any other time, Danny would be enthusiastically excited by that realization.

He blinked. Laughter echoed, and the mind-scape flickered and filled with a sickeningly painful red haze that smelled like...

"Blood blossom?" he murmured.

J'onn didn't move. "Yes."

Danny reached out halfway, then pulled his hand back with a hiccupped laugh. "I can't. I can't. I killed so many. So many... I'm so sorry. I'm sorry..." Why was he laughing?? This wasn't funny.

I am inevitable.

J'onn reached out and gently caught the young man's hand. The lake of blood drained, leaving rusty stains and a stifling silence.

"You weren't in control of your actions, Phantom."

"Wasn't I? Wasn't I?! Even if I wasn't... I still did all of that." He gestured around him, where visions of smoke and fire and destructions shifted in and out. "Me. Not anyone else."

"You are... afraid of yourself."

"How many people did I kill?"

The Martian was silent for several long moments. "The final count hasn't..."

"How many?!" There was no laughter now.

"The last count was 384, with several hundred still unaccounted for."

The dreamscape trembled, glowing cracks forming at the edges and along the ground, pulsing between ecto-green and blood-blossom red.

"Phantom."

Danny looked up, tears in his eyes, and met J'onn's own red ones. The Martian sighed and squeezed Phantom's hand gently.

"Sometimes we fail those under our protection. Sometimes... we hurt people we did not mean to. You can't let that destroy you."

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE DONE!" Danny snarled, pulling his hand back. Behind him, the memories of a timeline lost played out, an older, larger, more malicious version of Phantom laughing as he destroyed a city around him.

J'onn considered the scene for a long moment as Danny stepped back, wrapping bloody arms around himself.

"You have... seen alternative timelines of yourself?"

Danny nodded.

"You are afraid this event will turn you down that path."

Another nod.

"I think... the fact that you are worried about it means that you will not. We can not bring back the dead, but we can help make sure this doesn't happen again, if you'll let us help you." J'onn stood and held out his hand again to the teen.

Danny stared at the offered hand for a long moment, then his shoulders slumped and he stepped forward, eschewing the offered hand to simply lean into the Martian with a quite whimper.

J'onn, surprised, was motionless for a moment, then wrapped his arms around the boy. "I will have to leave your mind soon. You have been experiencing some fever, but we will keep you, and others, safe while you recover."

Danny nodded his understanding, and the dream faded into restless darkness.

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Tim was growing increasingly horrified at the information he was reviewing concerning the Guys In White and the small city of Amity Park.

The whole city was separated from the outside world by long-term government funding. Apparently, a specific pair of scientists had been heavily funded in their early and, if he didn't know better, pseudo-scientific research upon moving to the town.

Honestly, it didn't look like the Drs. Fenton ever made the connection between their funding grants nearly two decades earlier, and the rapid "formation" of the Ghost Investigation Ward within months of the creation of a stable dimensional portal to the Infinite Realms (he had half thought Constantine was going to have an aneurysm when he heard about that).

And that wasn't even getting into the projects and experiments the GIW intended to carry out, themselves.

Apparently, the Anti-Ecto Acts' statement of considering Ecto-entities to be less than plants was no joke, and the experiments outlined in the files Tucker had sent him were bad enough that he had to step away from the computer to help with continuing rescue and rebuilding efforts for a shift before returning.

By the time he had gone through all of the files, he had a presentation ready for the rest of the family, and a loose outline of a plan set in his mind.

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DPxDC au where the GIW mistaken Martian Manhunter for a ghost and tries to capture him, which leads to the Justice League finds out about the whole thing with ghosts and unethical experimentation.

But the one that's most pissed about it isn't the JL, or Martian Manhunter. No, the one who's most pissed about it is Danny, because how dare they cause harm to his favorite alien/hero. His space obsession and inner fanboy cannot accept such injustice to befall onto his idol.

So what if he's on the dissection table and bleeding profusely? Nothing is stopping him from tearing apart this facility Dan style. Oh don't worry mr Martian sir, tis but a flesh wound. Danny will get him out even if it means he burns himself out during the process.

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DPxDC au where the GIW mistaken Martian Manhunter for a ghost and tries to capture him, which leads to the Justice League finds out about the whole thing with ghosts and unethical experimentation.

But the one that's most pissed about it isn't the JL, or Martian Manhunter. No, the one who's most pissed about it is Danny, because how dare they cause harm to his favorite alien/hero. His space obsession and inner fanboy cannot accept such injustice to befall onto his idol.

So what if he's on the dissection table and bleeding profusely? Nothing is stopping him from tearing apart this facility Dan style. Oh don't worry mr Martian sir, tis but a flesh wound. Danny will get him out even if it means he burns himself out during the process.

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DPxDC au where the GIW mistaken Martian Manhunter for a ghost and tries to capture him, which leads to the Justice League finds out about the whole thing with ghosts and unethical experimentation.

But the one that's most pissed about it isn't the JL, or Martian Manhunter. No, the one who's most pissed about it is Danny, because how dare they cause harm to his favorite alien/hero. His space obsession and inner fanboy cannot accept such injustice to befall onto his idol.

So what if he's on the dissection table and bleeding profusely? Nothing is stopping him from tearing apart this facility Dan style. Oh don't worry mr Martian sir, tis but a flesh wound. Danny will get him out even if it means he burns himself out during the process.

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DP x DC Prompt/Plotbunny #6

After days? weeks? months? years? in this mercy-forsaken lab, Danny finds himself slipping; his core straining under the weight of what he's been subjected to. In a last ditch effort to save his fracturing soul, his brain simply stops processing the pain and allows his mind to escape into a waking dream.

Danny knows it's a dream. If he thinks about it; he can still hear, see, feel the scientists at work. He doesn't think about it; instead embraces whatever false world his mind decides to concoct for him.

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Several states away, a young boy opens his eyes to the inside of a strange pod in an abandoned lab. Though he cannot see it yet, a strange metal tag dangles from his ear, stamped on one side with the word 'CADMUS' and on the other with 'R-13'.

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I like this a lot

But I also want this to be a bit less angsty

So I propose: Ice Pillar

Danny can feel the people helping him hold the Infinite Realm slowly losing their strength, he knows that they won’t be able to hold it less they give up something more, and he’s afraid of the consequences.

So, in Danny fashion, he tries to help his friend, despite his own burden. He encase them in ice, the unbreakable and non-melting kind. He himself is within a giant ice golem that resemble the suits that he use to fight Pariah Dark. Unlike normal ice, this ice harden and build up with time until it became gigantic crystal pillars that makes their surrounding resembles the Ice Age.

He hope it’d put them in cryostasis, lessen the load they have to bear, just enough that when they get thawed out, he’d still see them (and not just an empty pillar).

DP X DC PROMPT: ATLAS AU

The GIW fuck up, Amity is blown up and the Ghost Zone is seriously destabilised.

Danny ends up having to literally hold up the Infinite Realms to make sure that what is literally the lining between dimensions doesn't collapse on itself. Stuck halfway through the portal while putting all of his focus into his task, he stays in the ruins of his haunt for 3 years before the Justice League Dark finally manages to break through the barrier the Ancients set up to conceal him.

The entire JL have been itching to investigate what happened to the town without anyway to get in. To say that they didn't expect the ghost of a teenager playing the role of Atlas would be an understatement. Now they must find a way to relieve him of his burden.

(Danny hasn't aged in all the time he's been there due to his trauma, which is made worse by the fact that time moves differently for him due to the Zone's instability. He has no idea how long it's been, but the bone-deep exhaustion he feels suggests it's anywhere between decades or centuries.)

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snippets of post AGIT Cheese Melt because, well, I'm predictable. Also featuring post AGIT Dan because I love him~

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I have addition to this shitshow:

The Bats decides to send someone to retrieve the Joker

In the ideal scenario, it’d be Batman himself

In the less ideal scenario, it’s one of the Gothamite vigilantes

In the worst case scenario, it’s one of the Robins, who might or might not have had a dip the the Lazzy pool

So now you have that vigilante coming up the Fenton house to get the Joker only to immediately get chased by the two crazy scientists who think they’re a ghost and will ‘rip you apart molecule by molecule‘

The Joker has been under the radar for quite a while now. He’s not inside Arkham or Blackgates. Batman is getting antsy trying to find him. The worst thing is that he just up and disappear, with no notice nor ominous sign to follow. Not even his goons know where he is. The last time they saw him he was on his own brewing something.

While Batman was busy with his own city, someone is attempting to call the JL via hacking into the Watchtower. Cyborg is trying to stop the hacker while alerting the other members about looking out for intruders. There’s a popup on the screens that reads “PLEASE PICK UP”.

“Should we get it?“ Superman asks.

“Of course not! That could be a trap from the hacker.“ Flash argues.

“I’m scanning the call, but it doesn’t seem like it’s a virus to me. The hacker is stopping me from tampering with the transmitting call so unless we pick it up it’d just stay there. It’ll take me a few days to track down this hacker. They’re good.“ Cyborg informs.

“I say we take it, they could be in dire situation and are desperate for our help.” Wonder Woman states.

They decide to take the call after a short argument. The voice that comes up sounds young.

“Oh shit they pick up. Uh hi I’m a huge fan-”

Another voice rumbles, this one filled with statics.

“WE HAVE NO TIME FOR THIS TUCK!”

“Oh right sorry, uh can we speak to Batman? We have some very important news for him and we need him NOW”

“What seems to be the problem?” Superman asks.

The static voice practically screams, the sound scratching into their ears like sandpaper.

“TELL BATMAN TO GO TO AMITY PARK AND PICKUP JOKER RIGHT NOW MY PARENTS ARE ABOUT TO DI- er VIVISECT HIM! DON’T BRING ANY SUPERS!“

The call ends at that.

“What… the fuck?”

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- Joker got resurrected by Lazarus juice so he has ectosignature

- Jack and Maddie attend an ecto-science fair at Gotham

- They pickup Joker’s signal.

- Shit hits the fan

- Danny only knows they have the Joker after the Fentons reveal to him the big surprise (they have him in a cage that stops Danny from sensing him)

- Joker tries all forms of threats and manipulations he can do in his situation and the Fentons are having none of it. “No gatekeep, gaslight, or girlboss your way out of the dissection table scum!” (would it be worse if the Fenton don’t even consider liminals to be human?)

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The Joker has been under the radar for quite a while now. He’s not inside Arkham or Blackgates. Batman is getting antsy trying to find him. The worst thing is that he just up and disappear, with no notice nor ominous sign to follow. Not even his goons know where he is. The last time they saw him he was on his own brewing something.

While Batman was busy with his own city, someone is attempting to call the JL via hacking into the Watchtower. Cyborg is trying to stop the hacker while alerting the other members about looking out for intruders. There’s a popup on the screens that reads “PLEASE PICK UP”.

“Should we get it?“ Superman asks.

“Of course not! That could be a trap from the hacker.“ Flash argues.

“I’m scanning the call, but it doesn’t seem like it’s a virus to me. The hacker is stopping me from tampering with the transmitting call so unless we pick it up it’d just stay there. It’ll take me a few days to track down this hacker. They’re good.“ Cyborg informs.

“I say we take it, they could be in dire situation and are desperate for our help.” Wonder Woman states.

They decide to take the call after a short argument. The voice that comes up sounds young.

“Oh shit they pick up. Uh hi I’m a huge fan-”

Another voice rumbles, this one filled with statics.

“WE HAVE NO TIME FOR THIS TUCK!”

“Oh right sorry, uh can we speak to Batman? We have some very important news for him and we need him NOW”

“What seems to be the problem?” Superman asks.

The static voice practically screams, the sound scratching into their ears like sandpaper.

“TELL BATMAN TO GO TO AMITY PARK AND PICKUP JOKER RIGHT NOW MY PARENTS ARE ABOUT TO DI- er VIVISECT HIM! DON’T BRING ANY SUPERS!“

The call ends at that.

“What… the fuck?”

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- Joker got resurrected by Lazarus juice so he has ectosignature

- Jack and Maddie attend an ecto-science fair at Gotham

- They pickup Joker’s signal.

- Shit hits the fan

- Danny only knows they have the Joker after the Fentons reveal to him the big surprise (they have him in a cage that stops Danny from sensing him)

- Joker tries all forms of threats and manipulations he can do in his situation and the Fentons are having none of it. “No gatekeep, gaslight, or girlboss your way out of the dissection table scum!” (would it be worse if the Fenton don’t even consider liminals to be human?)

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Jason creates an online book club. Why does he do that? Well it begins with a night out and ends with him missing a ledge and is now bed bound for a couple of weeks.

This leads to an interesting encounter with an ultra-recyclo goth vegetarian and a Parisian blond cat lover.