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There are many fanfictions where Denny, as the Ghost King, is summoned by various cults, and thus he meets the Justice League or the BatFamily. However, you know what I've never seen? Denny's complete hysteria in this situation

What am I talking about? Usually, if a sacrifice is used in a ritual, they're still alive by the time Danny arrives, so the king can collect the offering himself. Or there might be no sacrifices at all. Or Danny might become super-cool and immune to sacrifices, and since he's the king of the dead, why would he be afraid of corpses? However, I strongly disagree with

Think about it! When Denny overthrew Pariah, he was only about 15 years old in the cartoon's timeline. Did he see people with abrasions? Yes, often. Burns? Constantly on the bodies of his friends who had been shot by the GIW or the Fentons. Any dirt? Maybe, but only ghosts, and ghosts, firstly, green, which makes the brain perceive this dirt differently, secondly, a ghost can flatten, and he immediately returns to his original form, although just now he was a puddle. Can a people do this? No.

And now, imagine, the news that the King has changed spreads among the cults. Some particularly dubious cult immediately decides to "establish connections" with the new King, and for this, of course, they need the most beautiful sacrifice they can offer. The League is too late, and a number of people have already been brutally slashed in the ritual, perhaps even having their heads impaled on stakes. Danny is called upon, and he is a teenager who has never seen anything like this before

And so the Justice League gets to meet an incredibly powerful teenager, the Ghost King, who is hysterical, maybe even trapped in a ritual circle with the bodies, and it only makes things worse. No one expected this reaction from the Ghost King, and the League is already starting the "victim" protocol in his direction, and all they want to do right now is get the boy out of the traumatic situation and figure out what the hell is going on.

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Ah, yes, when something is either so beautiful and/or so unhinged that the-haiku-bot has reblogged with a snippet from the rest of it.

You're Sisyphus. After being cursed to roll a boulder uphill for all entirety only for it to roll down when you near the summit, however, after thousands of years you finally reach the hilltop. The gods, especially Hades, are furious and want to know how you broke the curse.

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Danny’s core

I REALLY should be sleeping but instead I can’t stop thinking about an idea I had for Danny’s core.

So I’ve seen him have an ice core, I even have a headcannon that he has that because ice is a poor conductor but like…

Danny has a space obsession….

Danny is dead…

Danny has ice powers…

What’s something dead that’s found in space that also happens to be incredibly cold????

THATS RIGHT!!

Danny’s core is actual a black hole!!!

Additionally, what if a ghost core isn’t always solidified??? Like the ghost has the be weakened enough to reveal their core or they have to actively solidify it for it to be touched.

So imagine if you will that we have a vivisection fic and the ghosts are trying to save Danny, not just because they actually care about him, but also because they know that if Danny’s core solidifies it will consume everything around him and he’d never forgive himself.

Or for a dc x dp prompt the Justice league rushes to amity park because they have to figure out how a black hole is forming in Illinois!

Or even Danny getting summoned in his giant Erdrich space form and Darkseid or some other big bad challenges him and as a last resort or just to show that they never had a chance to begin with, he opens up his chest and theyre dragged into his core!

I really need to sleep. I’m probably not gonna.

I gotta get up for work in 2 hrs 

Insomnia is a bitch.my cat is taunting me with her snores.

Adding this on because I forgot about Dan for a minute but it works for him too but not in the same way!!

I’ve seen a lot of fanart where he has a fire core/fire powers, well wouldn’t you know it, the material around a black hole is stupid levels of hot!!!

Kinda like you ripped out the central mass of the black hole and the material left behind attached itself to the nearest gravitational force! Such a Dan attaching himself to plasmius and forming an entirely new ghost but retaining bits of his original core!!

I shouldn’t ramble about ghosts and science when I’m this tired!!

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Suddenly, abruptly free, I collapse to my knees, tears spilling down my face as I sob in relief.

“Thank you!” I wail at the archmage who’d freed me, watching me stunned and clearly surprised to find out I didn’t want to kill him.

I stand and wipe the tears from my eyes as I elaborate, “I’m deeply grateful for you freeing me. They sent me to kill you because you can free their assassins from their control. I don’t think they realize you could do so with only a simple dispel though.”

Trained from birth as an assassin, your mind was bound by a powerful control spell. Sent to kill an archmage, they cast Dispel to weaken you—accidentally freeing your mind instead. For the first time, your dagger points wherever you choose.

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Danny has found a small-ish floating island in the Zone that isn't claimed by anyone. Dibs.

He starts altering it, and finds out that for ghosts it's like, super easy. He's literally just grabbing bits of ecto and forming it into what he wants, like putty.

He takes inspiration from his favorite Animal Crossing save, and shapes this floating island to be a place for him to just...go chill.

He names it the same thing he named his Animal Crossing island; Potato.

Danny loves Potato Island. It's his new favorite place to go to unwind.

The blob ghosts like his little ecto lakes and ponds, and will take the form of random fish to play in them. Some of them like to pretend to be caught when he goes "fishing", and are very proud when he takes photos with them and tells them what a big catch they are.

There's his house, based on the Animal Crossing one he designed, and there's a few other empty ones as well.

There's shops, based after the ones on his islands, that have no wares and no one to run them.

But that's fine, this is all just so he can relax.

Except one day, a ghost he hasn't met before asks if they can have one of the houses. That in return, they'll run one of the shops.

Danny agrees! He was getting kind of lonely anyways, and he's not on the island all the time.

Then another ghost asked. Then another.

Now his little project island is a bustling avenue of shops and locals, with celebrations for Ghost holidays he's never heard of planned out, and a small city council to gather up concerns and bring them to his attention if the city council can't resolve them.

Usually it's infrastructure, since no one but Danny can make alterations to the island. The political stuff stays firmly in the hands of the elected officials.

Potato Island is a small, peaceful hub of trade and Danny is Very Proud.

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Meanwhile, the Justice League Dark is very happy that there's an interdimensional, peaceful trading village in the Infinite Realms that they can do their shopping at with ease.

The locals like to barter, which is ideal for Magic Users, and Potato Island (wild name but whatever) is protected by a very powerful spirit, so JLD members don't have to worry about being attacked while there.

Billy, though; Billy has a whole other reason to seek Potato Island out; he needs a place to live as a human. He can open his own portals and go back to Earth, and he's not stupid, he knows not to eat food from the Realms, but he's...a little tired of being homeless.

As Captain Marvel, everyone thinks he's an adult and that he has a secret base to live in.

But as Billy, who no one in the hero community knows, he's been living on the streets, and he wants security.

So the next time he goes to Potato Island, he explores it, searching for the Island's guardian; Phantom.

He has a favor to ask.

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The queen pauses, blinking at the hero, clearly thinking something over before speaking out, “You’re infertile?” It’s a squeaked, confused sounding question, clearly the only part of the statement the hero made that confused the ‘evil’ queen, Mordana.

The hero hesitantly nods in return, lowering their weapon, seemingly just as confused.

Mordana yells, frustrated, “That’s not possible! Un-“ Mordona pause, something clearly occurring to her. “Oh. You’re not infertile. You just can’t carry yourself.”

Mordana walks closer to the hero, who backs away in her confusion, before grabbing the hero’s hand and placing it on her, Mordana’s, belly.

“You may be a virgin, you may be a woman, but you are far from infertile. After all this is your baby. Or are you so oblivious as to not realize I’m Modan, the woman you feel so sweetly into bed with, even if it was nothing but innocent,” Mordana croons.

The hero recoils in surprise, “Whoa, wait, what!?”

The hero yanks her helmet, her short red locks sitting in ringlets just above her ears. “If you… how in the realms did I get you pregnant then?!”

Mordana chuckles, reaching a hand out to play with the hero’s springing curls. “Easily. I harvested an egg from you while you slept, using magic to do so and to splice it with one of my own. Not that hard.”

The hero bats Mordana’s hand away, looking away with a blush. “Fine, whatever. You baby trapped me. I’ll lower my weapon, but I’m not going to kneel to you.”

Mordana giggles. “Even if I offered to return to the favor~?” she purrs at the hero.

The hero looks confused before her eyes widen and her cheeks slowly pink to a deep flustered red. “O-oh~.”

The pregnant evil queen smirks as she places a hand on her swollen belly. "Now hero, you won't kill the mother of your own child, will you?" "Lady, I am female, infertile, and never had sex before, so that lie is not going to work on me."

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One week. One fucking week. That’s how long it took before the universe’s reality collapsed in on itself like a toddler knocking over a block tower made of cosmic rules, and Danny Fenton—sorry, High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms, Keeper of Balance, Ghost King of All Dimensions, Supreme Bureaucratic Overlord of Death and Souls, or whatever other bullshit title Clockwork slapped on him—was done. He was so done. With everything. With life. With afterlife. With bureaucracy. With math. Goddamn, he hated math.

He phased through the ceiling of what was left of the Avengers compound without so much as a knock because, frankly, he didn’t care anymore. People were dead. Everyone was dead. Half a fucking universe. And universes are fucking infinite. Literally. He’d been counting. Or trying to. But the math broke somewhere around “nine trillion decillion” and his brain short-circuited.

Inside, the Avengers were scattered around like bad leftovers. Steve was slouched in a chair like someone told him America lost the war. Thor was cradling a bottle like it was the last warmth in the world. Natasha looked like she hadn’t blinked in hours. Banner was trying to fix a coffee machine that had already given up on life. Tony—oh, Tony—Tony looked like he’d been held together with duct tape and sarcasm, and not the good kind.

“Yo,” Danny said, arms folded, crown floating behind him, cape swishing dramatically like it had beef with gravity. “Which one of you assholes thought wiping out half an entire goddamn universe was a great idea?”

They blinked. Steve slowly got to his feet. “Uh… who—?”

“No. Shut up. Don’t talk. I’m not in the mood. I haven’t slept in a week. Time doesn’t even exist in the Infinite Realms, and I somehow managed to be late to ten meetings that haven’t happened yet. Do you know what kind of eldritch administrative nightmare I’m dealing with? Do you?”

Tony blinked. “Not really, no.”

Danny whipped around to face him, pointing a glowing finger. “I don’t care, Stark. I don’t care that your kid sidekick is dead. I don’t care that half your team is sad. I don’t care that your billionaire ass is depressed and growing a sad beard like you’re auditioning for ‘Survivor: Superhero Edition’. I have literal oceans of paperwork made out of the screams of the damned piling up in my inbox because some purple California Raisin thought committing universal homicide was a vibe.”

“Hold on,” Natasha said, standing now, brows furrowed. “Who even are you?”

“I’m the janitor,” Danny deadpanned. “Of death. And you—you are all on my shit list.”

Steve opened his mouth.

“NO. I said no talking. Do you know how many souls half a universe is? Do you? BECAUSE I DON’T. THAT NUMBER DOESN’T EXIST. That’s not even math anymore, that’s heresy. There are species no one even knows about! I had to learn seven extinct galactic dialects in five minutes just to sign their death certificates!”

“Wait—wait,” Bruce said, cautiously stepping in like someone trying to defuse a bomb made of feelings. “You’re… the King of the Afterlife?”

“Infinite Realms,” Danny corrected. “Afterlife implies one dimension. I’ve got infinite. One of them is just an endless IKEA. You think you’re in hell? Try getting lost in that one for eternity.”

Tony blinked. “That explains the floating crown.”

“Oh, you noticed?” Danny snapped, sarcasm thick. “Yeah, the crown’s real subtle. You know what else I’m wearing? These.”

He held up his fingers. On them gleamed the actual Infinity Stones. Not the ones Thanos used. No, these were the OG versions—before the universe dumbed them down for mortal brains.

“I’m wearing multiversal cosmic artifacts as fucking accessories, Stark. I clapped death back into submission on my way here. I threatened Time itself with a lawsuit. I am so tired.”

Everyone was staring now. Thor slowly lowered his bottle.

“I have one question,” Thor said, eyes narrowing. “Can you bring them back?”

Danny didn’t respond immediately. He paced, muttering under his breath about soul processing queues and spectral overflow reports and ghost union strikes.

Then he turned, threw up his hands, and shouted, “Fine! Fine! But only because if I see one more Ectoplasmic Reconciliation Form I’m going to scream my own name and rip reality in half!”

Tony raised a cautious hand. “Just to clarify… you’re not doing this out of the goodness of your heart?”

Danny glared at him. “I am doing this because your collective idiocy has backed up the Infinite Realms so badly, I have ancient god-beasts getting angry Yelp reviews for not guiding souls fast enough.”

Bruce choked. “You get… Yelp reviews?”

“Do not ask. Do not google ‘Spiritual Bureaucracy Yelp.’ You’re not ready. It’s worse than you can even imagine.”

He clapped his hands. The power reverberated like a sonic boom made of lightning and bass drops. Light cracked through the floor, time folded, and space rewrote itself. In an instant, everything was back. People. Planets. Souls. Loved ones. Unsnapped. Safely. No one reappeared in traffic or mid-air. They were all fine.

Everyone stared.

Tony gasped. “…Peter?”

Somewhere in the compound, Peter Parker screamed, “MR. STARK I THINK I DIED?!”

Danny muttered, “Yeah, well, get in line, kid.”

Tony looked like he might cry. Steve looked like he might cry. Even Thor blinked back tears.

Danny didn’t give them a second to bask.

“Listen to me and listen hard, because I am only going to say this once. The next time you idiots let some glorified space grape get his hands on cosmic power and kill half the universe, I’m not bringing anyone back.”

Natasha stepped forward. “Wait—what—?”

“I said,” Danny growled, eyes glowing green and crown sparking violently, “the next time this happens, I am going to let the universe rot. I don’t care if it’s your kid, or your moms, or your emotional support dog. You will live with it. You will suffer. Because I’m not spending another week cleaning up your mess like the goddamn galactic janitor!”

Tony muttered, “Kinda thought you said you were the janitor.”

“I will kick your kneecaps off.”

Tony shut up.

Danny took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m going home. Do not call me again unless the universe is actually ending. And even then, it better be certified by at least three gods and signed in triplicate.”

He started floating upward, preparing to phase out, when Steve blurted, “Wait, thank you. Really.”

Danny paused mid-air, sighed, and turned around. “You’re welcome. I guess. But seriously. If another genocidal space maniac so much as coughs on the timeline, I’m filing a restraining order on this entire dimension. Bye.”

And with that, he vanished in a swirl of ectoplasmic smoke, leaving the Avengers staring at each other in the awkward silence that followed a divine ass-whooping.

Thor finally muttered, “I liked him.”

Tony sat down, blinked a few times, then said, “He just wore the Infinity Stones as rings. Like mood jewelry.”

Bruce nodded solemnly. “He’s not paid enough.”

“Was he even paid at all?” Steve asked.

And somewhere in the realms between life and death, Danny Phantom screamed into his pillow made of souls: “I AM NOT GETTING PAID FOR THIS BULLSHIT!!!”

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Pyramid Steve and Bill Cipher

That’s all I have to say. That’s it. Oh, Gravity Falls~!

"I wish for immortality until the last human dies. And I want to stay young and healthy," you tell the genie, proud of your clever wording. Seventeen quintillion years later, drifting through the dead, silent void, you spot your old co-worker Kyle. He's still alive. And he’s still talking.

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Eddie runs into Steve and Robin after Starcourt. He helps them, gets them home and everything, but the entire time he is interrogating them on what drugs they’re on.

Eventually after being asked the same question too many times and “Russian Torture Drugs” is not an answer Eddie accepts, Steve begins yelling that he works for Scoops Ahoy and Eddie lets up.

Eddie begins to sorta stalk them to try and figure out this drug, because if another dealer is in town, then Eddie loses all his clientele. Especially with a drug that powerful.

He eavesdrops on their conversations constantly and accidentally sees Steve murder a demogorgan which allows him to pretty soundly put the pieces together.

He sees Chrissy and is like, “Huh, she’s acting like how they described Billy, best not to let a potentially violent cheerleader into my home.”

Then she fucking dies and Eddie was very much at Hellfire with dozens of witnesses seeing him at the time of Chrissy’s death.

Eddie then goes to Steve to tell him about this issue and Steve just fucking stares at him before groaning loudly and calling the Byers and Nancy to gather their shit, the Upside Down is at it again.

Steve then brings Eddie out to his car, where he pulls out a nail bat. He threatens Eddie as Steve alludes to him spilling something about Robin due to the fact Eddie made it very clear that he had been eavesdropping for months.

“Dude, I’m gay, literally the last person to be judging! Now get those nails away from my nuts!” Eddie screeches in the empty family video lot.

“Oh, okay then.” And Steve just pulls the bat away.

“What’s that like? How’d you know?” Steve asks, curious, as if he isn’t still holding a weapon.

Eddie clocks the questions immediately and is like: oh fuck, am I gonna screw Steve Harrington?

Yes Eddie, the answer is yes.

They makeout before the final battle and then go on their first date at a shitty truck stop diner at 2 am right after killing Vecna because it was the only thing still open.

Yes, they are still filthy with barely staunched wounds, but a 50$ tip is enough for the waitress to ignore it.

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Looking up, Agraba, a beautiful yet messy hobbgoblin woman, blinks at the king, lowering the bone, licking her teeth. She looks over at the princess, Lindsay, clearly confused.

“I can’t tell if he’s being classist, speciesist, or homophobic. Is this a problem I should actually be worried about, Darling?” Agraba asks Lindsay.

Lindsay startles, waving her hands. “Nonono! Oh, of course not! He’s… just taken note of your trophy from saving me.”

Agraba look back at the king, who looks upon her wary and hesitant, slowly turning her head. “You question me… because I’m eating dragon marrow?” She asks him cautiously.

"But father, she saved my life and I love her," said the princess to the king.

"My child, I don't think you quite understand my gripes with this arrangement," turning to look at the absolutely FERAL heroine who was currently gnawing on a monster bone twice her size.

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I…. Why? Just… why are people being like this? I’m with the writers above. The most I use an AI for is messing around to entertain myself with crappy RPs and **prompts** to build off of, not an actual story. You want a good story write it yourself, not…. High jack someone else’s work then bitch that an AI didn’t finish the story how you wanted. It’s not actual intelligence. It’s called Artificial Intelligence for a reason. It’s not intelligent, it’s fake. Leave the story writing to those who are actually **writing the stories** or **write it yourself.**

{Side Note: Said Crappy Self Entertainment RPs are just that. Crappy and to Entertain Myself. I’ve read a large portion of what is currently to my tastes and readily available by actually artists. I’d put out more my own works, but motivation is mean. 😢😁😅 I do regularly look for more works, both old and new, to read myself, but sadly there isn’t as much as I’d like there to be.}

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Small fantasy worldbuilding elements you might want to think about:

A currency that isn’t gold-standard/having gold be as valuable as tin

A currency that runs entirely on a perishable resource, like cocoa beans

A clock that isn’t 24-hours

More or less than four seasons/seasons other than the ones we know

Fantastical weather patterns like irregular cloud formations, iridescent rain

Multiple moons/no moon

Planetary rings

A northern lights effect, but near the equator

Roads that aren’t brown or grey/black, like San Juan’s blue bricks

Jewelry beyond precious gems and metals

Marriage signifiers other than wedding bands

The husband taking the wife's name / newlyweds inventing a new surname upon marriage

No concept of virginity or bastardry

More than 2 genders/no concept of gender

Monotheism, but not creationism

Gods that don’t look like people

Domesticated pets that aren’t re-skinned dogs and cats

Some normalized supernatural element that has nothing to do with the plot

Magical communication that isn’t Fantasy Zoom

“Books” that aren’t bound or scrolls

A nonverbal means of communicating, like sign language

A race of people who are obligate carnivores/ vegetarians/ vegans/ pescatarians (not religious, biological imperative)

I’ve done about half of these myself in one WIP or another and a little detail here or there goes a long way in reminding the audience that this isn’t Kansas anymore.

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The Worst Branch in the Country

The GIW knows Amity Park is a huge fraud. The “most haunted city in the US”, really? They’ve been checking the place out for decades with nary a peep aside from that couple of crazy scientists that moved into town around twenty years prior.

Because of this, the town became a punishment duty. One of their agents causes trouble? They get put in time out and sent to work for a while in Amity Park. Let those idiots chase after pointless rumors while the actually competent agents work with the more important ghosts. The reports back from the town get barely more than a cursory glance before getting tossed in the shredder.

…Which really came back to bite them when ghosts did actually start to show up, and they didn’t realize until after the Amity Park branch had royally screwed up the situation.

Fuck, they really hope this doesn’t start a war.

Optional DPxDC addition: they call in the Justice League Dark for help with negotiation and taking down their rogue members

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"Do you hate me?" He asked rolling to face Danny.

"No." Danny said simply "Go to sleep."

They had found shelter for the night, it was only temporary though. It was an old abandoned church next to a cemetery.

"But it's all my fault."

"Hush. Hating you would be the same as hating myself."

"They could have separated us."

"That would have killed us both. I may not like sharing a body but we are meant to stay together."

Danny knew they were wrong. That's what happens when your conciseness was split in two. One remained alive the other dead. They had the same memories and emotions but they were so different. The other's logic just diverged when it came to ghosts vs mortals. More then that neither knew who was the original. If there even was an original. Maybe the Danny from before no longer existed and the split made them imprints of what was no longer there.

Now they were Danny. They both had to believe they were the original. Because if they weren't...what were they.

But after everything that happened at least they weren't alone.

"We ruined everything"

"We survived."

"I miss them."

"I'll protect us."

That's all that matters anymore. Survive.

They weren't heros or villains. They were just victims of a situation they couldn't change. They had to figure something out soon though. Gotham was their best bet so far. If there was anywhere where they could live normally it was here. They disagreed about how to do it though.

"Being a goon for a bit might get us enough money."

"And what? We won't be able to get out and who's going to hire a 16 year old?"

"Plenty I bet. What is your plan then?"

"Maybe join the league. We have powers and-"

"And what? Study us? Separate us?!"

"You don't know."

"You don't either."

So who could they go to? They looked like they were nothing more than a homeless mentally ill teenager. Talking to himself wasn't helping his case. At this rate they'll end up at Arkham.

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To Avril Lavigne’s song Girlfriend specifically. I only figured that out by accident. ‘Hey hey you you I could be your girlfriend. No way no way I know it’s not a secret.’ Is the text bubble. I hate the fact that I know those lyrics.

if you don't want it stolen then stop parking it in Crime Alley, Batman

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bat opens up their little bat wallet to find they are all out of moths. A worthless $100 bill flies out for emphasis

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"Halfas are like cats" I get it but i raise you "Halfa are like birds"

Loud, annoying, nuisances that are smart enough to know what they are doing.

They can mimic voices and scream to get attention.

They require constant supervision or they will disappear and cause trouble.

They could be cute and fluffy but they could also attack you with the fury of a goose for looking at them wrong.

They gather like crows in a murder. They speak and repeat like humans but are far more knowledgeable and foreign then believed.

They have their own nesting (haunting) grounds that humans are forbidden from entering.

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