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i love you practical effects i love you corn syrup blood i love you set designers i love you creature artists i love you makeup and prosthetics i love you costumers i love you actors who sit in the makeup chair for 5 hours i love you makeup artists i love you practical sets i love you puppetry i love you miniatures and bigatures

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keeping my mind sharp by asking myself questions like “what was i doing just now” and “why did i walk into this room”

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We all know who's the best here, guys, let's admit it.

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Them.

i might not know teen wolf but i do love danny phantom LMAO my friend requested this

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happy out of touch dannyversary to all who celebrate

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She Would Do Anything

A Mother’s Love

This was supposed to be a simple writing prompt but it was sitting in my drafts for just under a year and I have no self control.

enjoy :)

Maddie had no choice, she knew what had to be done. The GIW were too powerful, they caught them off guard, they had the government behind them. Too much power to fight against. And now she’s here. But she had to be strong. She would do anything for her kids. Anything to keep them safe. Anything.

-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- Maddie loves her children. Loves them so much she could burst. Whenever they reached for her, Maddie would do anything she could to keep them happy and healthy. Anything to keep them safe. To keep them alive. But she failed, She failed her sweet Danny. Her poor baby boy, who died, and was too scared to tell her. Who risked his not-so-life almost everyday, cleaning up after her mistake. Her broken promise. It tore something in her, something she didn’t know existed. What kind of mother was she? That she could let this happen? There was no difference in Danny between now and the day she left the hospital with a tiny bundle. Tiny fingers clutching her one. That was her baby. She would do anything for him.

Phantom made her and Jack question what they knew about ghosts. He was intelligent. Could have a conversation, crack jokes even. That required a level of cognition and comprehension they never thought ghosts could ever be capable of. So they go to work, tossed out old theories that were obviously wrong, (why didn’t she see it sooner?) and back tracked their research. Started from scratch as much as they possibly could. Observed instead of attacked. Listened instead of shooting. They realized ghosts were so much more ALIVE than previously thought. Capable of more and stronger emotions than even humans could experience. They simply lived (died?) to express. It was incredible. Maddie could hardly believe that such incredible beings could exist. But with that discovery came the knowledge of how much pain they had inflicted. She inflicted, It was her previous experiments. Her hunting, her abuse.

Phantom had suffered so much at her and Jack's hands, Phantom, who had only ever tried to help, Phantom, who never attempted harm against them even when noxious green leaked from his wounds. Phantom, who always held out a hand. Phantom. Who reminded her so much of her son.

Bright eyes, and a brighter soul, a spark that somehow still managed to radiate innocence. Maddie quickly realized that Phantom’s physical appearance was closer to the truth than she thought. He was a child. Just a child. Just like her child. She would do anything for her children and she imagined any mother would do the same; and this was is someone’s child.

Phantom, she noted, looked so sad sometimes, so uncertain, so cautious of this new tentative peace with the Fenton’s. On observation trips with Jack, Maddie would notice how her this little ghost seemed to struggle with such a weight on his shoulders. Guilt. Hope. Longing. Her heart broke for him. She couldn’t (really genetically couldn’t) understand the depth of his turmoil, pain and longing. Only those who died were ghosts could trusting grasp it. She couldn’t replace the mother he must have, but… just maybe… if Phantom allows… if he ever reached… she would be there for him now, in any way he might allow.

Things started shifting, relationships lightened, twisted, sometimes stagnated, but Maddie was careful to never lose a millimeter of trust gained by Phantom. She owed it to him after all the torment they threw around. After a few months and glacial progress, Phantom started opening up more and more. The hand covering his heart started to uncurl. Maddie remembered how much self-restraint it took not to squeeze Phantom to death (undeath?) the first time he stood close enough to brush shoulders. He slowly relaxed around the Fentons and even visited the lab of his own free will! Maddie was so proud of him, he was so brave to try to trust again. To reach out. She loved Phantom like her own son.

Then, it all fell apart.

More ghosts started coming through the portal, and very few seemed to be looking for a friendly chat. Phantom, self appointed guardian of Amity Park, did his best to keep them contained, but Maddie could see he needed help and support, and so she did exactly that. Maddie designed more equipment for capture (not harmful though, never harmful, not again) to help out Phantom in containing these new ghosts.

As news spread through the Zone about a portal to the living world, so did these rowdy newcomers spread. Almost always they brought destruction, sometimes knowingly, sometimes not. Jack and Maddie tag teamed with Phantom to hunt these new ghosts (not like before, never like before). The Fenton’s and Phantom worked together on a new Catch-and-Release system to handle this new influx, refining their existing equipment to handle more, for longer, and better. Thermos made more comfy and spacious after a passing comment by Phantom. They jury rigged an attachment to the portal for remote randomized drop offs in the Zone, avoiding any… unpleasant departures.

Those few weeks, while draining and exhausting, were some of the best in Maddie’s opinion. Her new son Phantom seemed to start shedding all of his cautiousness and wariness around the Fenton’s… especially around Maddie. She had to brush away tears the first time Phantom put his back to her during a fight, not only trusting that she wouldn’t just shoot it, but that she would protect it. And boy, would she do anything to protect it. He’d lean against her and allow her to pet his hair during long night vigils, guarding the portal. During rare precious moments of peace he’d nap around her, sometimes on her, letting out a contented Core rattle. He’d reach out when she was alone and he needed to not be. She’d do anything to be there for him. When he allowed himself to be cradled and comforted while he healed emotionally and physically after particularly taxing fights. She’d do anything to shelter him from this responsibility he gave himself.

And, Maddie couldn’t even begin to describe what she felt when one night, her little ghost came up to her one evening, with shaky hitching breaths, quivering limbs, but with the brightest, most imploring gaze she ever saw.

When Phantom Danny -Danny! Her baby! Her little ghost, oh her darling son- finally transformed in front of her, vulnerable blue eyes, hand reaching out, full of trust and hope, (and the tiniest smidge of fear) all she could see was her tiny baby on the hospital bed, only just born, surviving against all odds, with an impossibly tiny hand reaching out, how could she deny him? Her precious baby, doesn’t he know she would do anything for him? She grabbed him tight, and didn’t let go.

But with no regard to this revelation, the ghosts still came and news still spread. This time on the more earthly side. The people of Amity Park grew more restless and worried. Fear levels and frustration heightened. They wanted these ghosts gone. They wanted protection, they wanted it now. Way too soon the Fenton’s weren’t the only ghost handlers anymore. Hunters (real hunters, ones who Hurt and Ended) started showing up, everything became more chaotic, more dangerous. The GIW popped up and snagged the people’s attention. They gained more funding, became more demanding of weapons, resources, and co-operation. (Maddie and Jack refused of course, what if her children got hurt?). But more laws were put into place. The GIW put Amity Park under a highly enforced quarantine.

They gained more power, Maddie and Jack were forced to hand over guns, traps, equipment, plans, and then forced to design more. The GIW declared them ‘invaluable resources’ and had them relocated to a secure lab. Took her Children from her. The GIW placed cameras and guards, no contact with the outside. If Maddie refused they threatened her kids. Her babies, and well, Maddie would do anything for her children, So she worked.

It quickly dove from bad to worse. Mutilated ghosts were being brought in to test equipment on before said equipment could be approved for use. Then the ghosts themselves were seen as a potential source of power. Maddie never felt more vile, knowing exactly what she was doing. At least Danny was safe. She’d do anything to keep him and his ghostliness safe. To keep him away.

Then one day, a new specimen got brought in. This one was special. Maddie was ordered to lead the examination. They wanted to see if a core would appear to be used as a power source.

She couldn’t refuse. Maddie had no choice, it was either her who did it and spared this poor ghost an increment of cruelty and pain, maybe to be left alive (undead?) or one of the far too eager agents. So, she calmed herself. Let neutrality take over her face, mind, body. Put her shaking murdering tools down and slapped on sterile ecto-protective gloves. She took one last steady breath, turned, and approached the Torture Block Examination Table.

A weak whisper.

“…M-Mom…?”

She had to do this. “Wh-wha? Don’t” Had to be the one to do it. “Mom pl-please” This was the one chance, “Please-Mom- it-its me!” The only way to. Get. Him. Out.

The only way.

She had no choice.

“Ple-pleas mom I can’t- don’t- M-mom, Mom”

A shackled broken hand strains to reach out.

Maddie had no expression as she picked up a nearby scalpel.

“N-no, ‘m sorry,please.“

She would do anything.

She lowered the scalpel, and started cutting.

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I just want everyone to take a moment to think about how funny Damian Wayne would be if he ended up with Adam West campy 60’s Batman but was 100% the same

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I had planned to have this done by Halloween (getting a craving for lead) but the only thing consistent in life is my inconsistency. Her horn is the original artsyle I was going for... Y'all won't know what the final product is gonna look like and neither will I. Here's to hoping I finish this with a semi consistent style...

I don't even have words for how obnoxious I find myself.

Wip of one of my fav villains! Thought I'd try my hand at a screen-cap redraw, just have a base sketch and anatomy layer for y'all rn. Hope to post the finished product soon. It won't be soon, I'm slow af and a lying liar who lies.

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Pit Madness makes Jason more violent.

Red Hood is fiercely protective of and cares deeply for children.

Tim is Sad Baby.

Therefore, I raise the argument that the Titans Tower incident was an unfortunate case of Pit Mad Jason Todd having an extreme case of cuteness aggression.

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Tucker and Sam help Danny get set up in Gotham with a job, crappy apartment and school (I’m putting them as 17) with a little record hacking. Tucker goes with Danny to his new job (emotional support? Hacking opportunity?) but gets delayed. He meets Dick Grayson in the elevator and what a coincidence, they’re going to the same floor. Tuck and Dick seem to get along pretty well actually and start chatti-

Crashing noises and muffled shouting come from down the hall. Tucker and Dick share a glance before bolting to the office. They slam the doors open to reveal two Identical teenagers wrestling on the ground, one is hissing? And the other is biting? The fighting pair notice the doors open and kick each other away before scrambling upright.

“Look out he’s a clone!” They point and shout at the same time.

DPXDC Prompt #131

Danny started his new job at Wayne industries today and he was a little nervous about messing up. His adopted family the Fentons kicked him out after finding out he was Phantom. Danny was a little disappointed but it was better than how he thought they’d react. He knew he had other family and from what little cryptic Clockwork told him they lived in Gotham.

He gets to his new bosses office and knocks on his door. When he’s told to come in Danny does so but then comes face to face by what he can only assume is his twin and the CEO of the company, Tim Drake. Danny had about 5 seconds before he found himself pinned to the floor.

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Sorry I just had this vivid image in my head, so...

Prompt:

After Jason’s resurrection he finds that his body works… wrong somehow.

Some days he forgets to breathe until he wants to say something and finds there’s no air in lungs. Other days his body goes eerily cold until someone points out that his lips are blue and he needs to warm up.

And some days his heart stops beating in his sleeps.

It’s fine, really. It always starts again eventually a short while after he wakes up. And yeah, of course it was a bit scary the first couple times it happened but it’s not like his resurrection and Pit-dip came with an instruction manual, so this is probably pretty normal stuff, all things considered. He is kind of the definition of “undead”.

The real trouble starts when he forgets to mention those little details to the Batfamily when he stays over for the night.

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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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BatTales Prompt?

I just had a dream where Tim, Jason, and Dick were Huey, Dewey, and Louie from DuckTales. (kinda fuzzy on who's who) The Bat Boys had their original personalities but they were comedic-ified. It was a vague situation where they were in their civilian identities but needed a hero for a situation but none of them wanted to change so they kept arguing (comedically of course) and passing around the responsibility. Jason ends up changing into Red hood but then he points out that everyone will notice it's him that is missing so that starts leading to them impersonating each other, including their vigilante identities.

I thought it was vaguely funny but then I started thinking, Scrooge McDuck could easily be Batman (paranoid rich guy with a mysterious past that led him to be highly trained) That would also make Alfred into Bentina Beakley, the housekeeper (also a retired secret agent). Darkwing is a canon Vigilante in DuckTales iirc. Webby could maybe be Steph? I dunno. What do y'all think?

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You, you get it.

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I Don't Want to be Great, I Wanna be Me.

So we all know the classic ‘JL meets Phantom through summoning’ prompt, and we usually get Danny “High King, Savior of Worlds, Eldritch, Cryptid, Ancient, No Shits Given, Chaos Gremlin” Fenton making an appearance, cool and confident, running circles around the JL. But what if, this High King they summoned, just… wasn’t.

The Justice League was prepared for anything, with the latest BBG threatening the world they had to take drastic measures. The JL Dark managed to scrounge up the summoning spell they… “liberated” from a cult group a couple months back. At first the JL was against the thought of summoning another highly powerful unknown, but with extensive research, Constantine and various others vouching for this so-called “King Phantom'' , and no option left, well, their hands were tied. Said to be the vanquisher of the previous Tyrant of the throne, Savior of the Infinite Realms, thousands of years old, infinitely powerful, infinitely old, and some smaller rumors claimed, infinitely kind. Phantom is said to be extremely protective of humans (something they were banking on),  loyal to its subjects, and said to rarely get angry (yeah right). A terrifying creature, tall and confident in its destructive power.

So yes, the League was prepared. They gathered as many members as they could spare for this meeting, everyone ready for a fight, but praying for none. The Big Three stepped forward while the rest hung back. Constantine and the Dark members start chanting, beginning the ritual.

The chanting ends. The silence hangs. Bodies still. 

Then, a flash from the hieroglyphs on the ground and an explosion of wind with no origin, a blinding light originating from the summoning circle grows in strength, letting out a vibrating hum that causes Superman to cover his ears and wince. The hum starts shaking the ground and the light condenses into itself, revealing the silhouette of an object. 

The wind stops. The light is gone, the vibration a memory. Everything is as it is before, with one exception.

Wonder Woman, wasting no time, straightens, “High King Phantom, Ruler of the infinite Realms, We are the Justice league, We ask your help in vanquishing The BBG, it threatens the lives of all those who live…” Her eyes widened as what stood before her.

This… this didn’t look like a High King, Vanquisher of Pariah Dark. This little thing did not give any indication of confidence, power, or age… it looked… young. The only thing terrifying about this creature is the size of bags under his eyes. Drowning in soft clothes, hunched over, looking utterly defeated, Nothing like they expected. Diana would almost mistake it if for a human child if not for the glowing eyes, fangs, and slight aura it gave off. But this, this was no King… Is- are those tears in its eyes?!

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Danny has not been having a good day. Or week. Or month, or- anything really. It seems like dying was only the beginning of his problems. No, scratch that, this all started with his parents’ damn obsession with ghosts. Danny swore they were part ghost too with their utter infatuation with all things Ecto. If only they hadn’t tried to access the ghost zone, if only Vlad hadn’t been involved to become Danny’s biggest nightmare, if only his parents gave up their research once they had kids, if only he didn’t walk in that stupid portal to impress his friends. 

If only he had stayed dead.

If only he didn’t gain powers, then he wouldn’t be stuck in this mess. 

Danny scowled to himself and let himself flop onto his bed. He’s been spending the last couple weeks cycling through this whole rogue gallery, TWICE! Plus fighting a handful of random ghosts who thought they could take on the ‘Ghost King’ (Pariah’s evil reign and thousand year slumber didn’t help either with all the paperwork that’s left for Danny.) Running from the GIW, his parents, and Val as usual, (Ghost Scum, 

Dealing with ‘Mayor’ Vlad’s Evil Plan of the Week -Danny’s powers were still on the fritz after that encounter, painful, was a word for it- Not to mention school, between Dash being Dash, forgetting his science homework, missing a test because of Skulker, Lancer and his threats of, “Black Beauty Fenton! If your grades keep dropping you’ll spend the rest of the year in detention! With ME!” and now his teachers (and Jazz) are talking to him about college? He’s still a sophomore, give him a break! It isn’t Danny’s fault the whole universe is apparently out to get him.

The real cherry on top of this whole thing was the recent ‘summonings’. No thanks to the Fruit Loop and his meddling, with Jack Fenton unknowingly helping him, again. A nice little instruction booklet called, “How to Summon the Ghost King, Made Easy!” got out onto the internet and the world, free for any psycho to speed dial Danny away from his life. At various points in the last month Danny has been forcibly -and if he was honest, painfully- ripped from anything he’s been doing and dumped smack dab into the center of various cults’ plans, usually they wanted power, money, or world domination. His saving grace was the process of summoning forced him to transform or no identity reveals, thank The Ancients. 

Sam and Tucker have been a godsend in getting the Booklet wiped from the internet, Danny would be lost without them. He would’ve fallen apart the first week into his powers if not for them. Who knew watching your friend half dying created lasting relationships? They really kept him going and he trusts them with his life, really he does.

But Danny would never tell them about some of the things he’s seen getting summoned, he couldn’t do that to them. The various groups of psychos seemed to think Danny was more likely to listen to them if they offered sacrifices.. human sacrifices. Some nights he couldn’t stop smelling blood and incense, couldn’t get those images out of his mind. He hated himself for keeping track, and hated himself for not wanting to. 15. 15 people, so far just because some handful of lunatics wanted some money or something equally stupid like that. Danny was 15, that’s one whole human being, for every year he was alive, one of them was even younger th- she was just- Danny couldn’t- she was- so small…

Pulling his blankets over his head, Danny took measured breaths against the tightness in his throat. It’s Not fair. It’s not. He didn’t ask for this. He didn’t want to be King of the undead, he’s just a kid himself isn’t he? It was just an accident turning on the portal. He didn’t mean to. Why is he stuck fixing everything? Can't he just be a normal kid? Go to school, get good grades, become an astronaut? He’s so completely out of his depth, who is he kidding, it’s just a matter of time before he screws up again and someone gets hurt, or worse. He's trying, though, he is. He tries so hard to be good, to do good. To not turn into Dan.

‘Stop it, Danny. Now’s not the time for bad thoughts.’ This is the first time Danny’s had a chance to sleep in two days, his parents are out and left the home defenses are down, Jazz is studying at the library, Sam and Tucker are playing Doom while keeping an eye on ecto readings around town. He has maybe 4 blissful hours to spend in dream land. He sighed and sunk into his pillow trying to blank out his thoughts before he could spiral again.

A tightening in the chest, and eyes snap open, ‘NO! NO! Please not now!’ is all Danny manages to think before the unfortunately familiar sensation of space displacement takes hold. His transformation is forced on him as he feels himself fall apart and get put back together simultaneously.

‘Just a couple hours rest, is tHAT SO MUCH TO ASK!!??’ The anger leaves before it can fully form due to the pure exhaustion that washed over his ectofied bones and straight to his core. It feels strained, like glass under pressure, not knowing if the slightest change will shatter him. He slowly gets his bearings and- oh, this almost seems worse than a regular cult summoning. At least there’s not a dead body. 

It’s the Justice League, and Wonder Woman is talking to him. And Danny, Danny can’t. He can’t. He doesn’t know if they want to trap him, kill him, experiment… if the GIW got their claws into the JL… Danny can’t anymore, He can practically feel his core splintering into jagged gut- wrecking pieces. He just wants to rest, to feel safe, for just a little while. Why can’t he?

Throat burning and eyes watering, Danny realizes he can do something, just one thing. It’s the only thing left that he can do. Something he hasn’t done for a long time, ever since dying.

Danny starts crying.

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Wip of one of my fav villains! Thought I'd try my hand at a screen-cap redraw, just have a base sketch and anatomy layer for y'all rn. Hope to post the finished product soon. It won't be soon, I'm slow af and a lying liar who lies.

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Jason "literally the biggest nerd/drama kid" Todd whispering in the background : "Death doesn't discriminate, between the sinners and the saints it just takes and it takes..." "'Death is the absence of pain' My ass." "Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit..." --- Or the much more funny and simple alternative: (Danny) sniffles, "Biggest lie I ever heard." "Amen!" echos in the distance.

I Don't Want to be Great, I Wanna be Me.

So we all know the classic ‘JL meets Phantom through summoning’ prompt, and we usually get Danny “High King, Savior of Worlds, Eldritch, Cryptid, Ancient, No Shits Given, Chaos Gremlin” Fenton making an appearance, cool and confident, running circles around the JL. But what if, this High King they summoned, just… wasn’t.

The Justice League was prepared for anything, with the latest BBG threatening the world they had to take drastic measures. The JL Dark managed to scrounge up the summoning spell they… “liberated” from a cult group a couple months back. At first the JL was against the thought of summoning another highly powerful unknown, but with extensive research, Constantine and various others vouching for this so-called “King Phantom'' , and no option left, well, their hands were tied. Said to be the vanquisher of the previous Tyrant of the throne, Savior of the Infinite Realms, thousands of years old, infinitely powerful, infinitely old, and some smaller rumors claimed, infinitely kind. Phantom is said to be extremely protective of humans (something they were banking on),  loyal to its subjects, and said to rarely get angry (yeah right). A terrifying creature, tall and confident in its destructive power.

So yes, the League was prepared. They gathered as many members as they could spare for this meeting, everyone ready for a fight, but praying for none. The Big Three stepped forward while the rest hung back. Constantine and the Dark members start chanting, beginning the ritual.

The chanting ends. The silence hangs. Bodies still. 

Then, a flash from the hieroglyphs on the ground and an explosion of wind with no origin, a blinding light originating from the summoning circle grows in strength, letting out a vibrating hum that causes Superman to cover his ears and wince. The hum starts shaking the ground and the light condenses into itself, revealing the silhouette of an object. 

The wind stops. The light is gone, the vibration a memory. Everything is as it is before, with one exception.

Wonder Woman, wasting no time, straightens, “High King Phantom, Ruler of the infinite Realms, We are the Justice league, We ask your help in vanquishing The BBG, it threatens the lives of all those who live…” Her eyes widened as what stood before her.

This… this didn’t look like a High King, Vanquisher of Pariah Dark. This little thing did not give any indication of confidence, power, or age… it looked… young. The only thing terrifying about this creature is the size of bags under his eyes. Drowning in soft clothes, hunched over, looking utterly defeated, Nothing like they expected. Diana would almost mistake it if for a human child if not for the glowing eyes, fangs, and slight aura it gave off. But this, this was no King… Is- are those tears in its eyes?!

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Danny has not been having a good day. Or week. Or month, or- anything really. It seems like dying was only the beginning of his problems. No, scratch that, this all started with his parents’ damn obsession with ghosts. Danny swore they were part ghost too with their utter infatuation with all things Ecto. If only they hadn’t tried to access the ghost zone, if only Vlad hadn’t been involved to become Danny’s biggest nightmare, if only his parents gave up their research once they had kids, if only he didn’t walk in that stupid portal to impress his friends. 

If only he had stayed dead.

If only he didn’t gain powers, then he wouldn’t be stuck in this mess. 

Danny scowled to himself and let himself flop onto his bed. He’s been spending the last couple weeks cycling through this whole rogue gallery, TWICE! Plus fighting a handful of random ghosts who thought they could take on the ‘Ghost King’ (Pariah’s evil reign and thousand year slumber didn’t help either with all the paperwork that’s left for Danny.) Running from the GIW, his parents, and Val as usual, (Ghost Scum, 

Dealing with ‘Mayor’ Vlad’s Evil Plan of the Week -Danny’s powers were still on the fritz after that encounter, painful, was a word for it- Not to mention school, between Dash being Dash, forgetting his science homework, missing a test because of Skulker, Lancer and his threats of, “Black Beauty Fenton! If your grades keep dropping you’ll spend the rest of the year in detention! With ME!” and now his teachers (and Jazz) are talking to him about college? He’s still a sophomore, give him a break! It isn’t Danny’s fault the whole universe is apparently out to get him.

The real cherry on top of this whole thing was the recent ‘summonings’. No thanks to the Fruit Loop and his meddling, with Jack Fenton unknowingly helping him, again. A nice little instruction booklet called, “How to Summon the Ghost King, Made Easy!” got out onto the internet and the world, free for any psycho to speed dial Danny away from his life. At various points in the last month Danny has been forcibly -and if he was honest, painfully- ripped from anything he’s been doing and dumped smack dab into the center of various cults’ plans, usually they wanted power, money, or world domination. His saving grace was the process of summoning forced him to transform or no identity reveals, thank The Ancients. 

Sam and Tucker have been a godsend in getting the Booklet wiped from the internet, Danny would be lost without them. He would’ve fallen apart the first week into his powers if not for them. Who knew watching your friend half dying created lasting relationships? They really kept him going and he trusts them with his life, really he does.

But Danny would never tell them about some of the things he’s seen getting summoned, he couldn’t do that to them. The various groups of psychos seemed to think Danny was more likely to listen to them if they offered sacrifices.. human sacrifices. Some nights he couldn’t stop smelling blood and incense, couldn’t get those images out of his mind. He hated himself for keeping track, and hated himself for not wanting to. 15. 15 people, so far just because some handful of lunatics wanted some money or something equally stupid like that. Danny was 15, that’s one whole human being, for every year he was alive, one of them was even younger th- she was just- Danny couldn’t- she was- so small…

Pulling his blankets over his head, Danny took measured breaths against the tightness in his throat. It’s Not fair. It’s not. He didn’t ask for this. He didn’t want to be King of the undead, he’s just a kid himself isn’t he? It was just an accident turning on the portal. He didn’t mean to. Why is he stuck fixing everything? Can't he just be a normal kid? Go to school, get good grades, become an astronaut? He’s so completely out of his depth, who is he kidding, it’s just a matter of time before he screws up again and someone gets hurt, or worse. He's trying, though, he is. He tries so hard to be good, to do good. To not turn into Dan.

‘Stop it, Danny. Now’s not the time for bad thoughts.’ This is the first time Danny’s had a chance to sleep in two days, his parents are out and left the home defenses are down, Jazz is studying at the library, Sam and Tucker are playing Doom while keeping an eye on ecto readings around town. He has maybe 4 blissful hours to spend in dream land. He sighed and sunk into his pillow trying to blank out his thoughts before he could spiral again.

A tightening in the chest, and eyes snap open, ‘NO! NO! Please not now!’ is all Danny manages to think before the unfortunately familiar sensation of space displacement takes hold. His transformation is forced on him as he feels himself fall apart and get put back together simultaneously.

‘Just a couple hours rest, is tHAT SO MUCH TO ASK!!??’ The anger leaves before it can fully form due to the pure exhaustion that washed over his ectofied bones and straight to his core. It feels strained, like glass under pressure, not knowing if the slightest change will shatter him. He slowly gets his bearings and- oh, this almost seems worse than a regular cult summoning. At least there’s not a dead body. 

It’s the Justice League, and Wonder Woman is talking to him. And Danny, Danny can’t. He can’t. He doesn’t know if they want to trap him, kill him, experiment… if the GIW got their claws into the JL… Danny can’t anymore, He can practically feel his core splintering into jagged gut- wrecking pieces. He just wants to rest, to feel safe, for just a little while. Why can’t he?

Throat burning and eyes watering, Danny realizes he can do something, just one thing. It’s the only thing left that he can do. Something he hasn’t done for a long time, ever since dying.

Danny starts crying.

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I Don't Want to be Great, I Wanna be Me.

So we all know the classic ‘JL meets Phantom through summoning’ prompt, and we usually get Danny “High King, Savior of Worlds, Eldritch, Cryptid, Ancient, No Shits Given, Chaos Gremlin” Fenton making an appearance, cool and confident, running circles around the JL. But what if, this High King they summoned, just… wasn’t.

The Justice League was prepared for anything, with the latest BBG threatening the world they had to take drastic measures. The JL Dark managed to scrounge up the summoning spell they… “liberated” from a cult group a couple months back. At first the JL was against the thought of summoning another highly powerful unknown, but with extensive research, Constantine and various others vouching for this so-called “King Phantom'' , and no option left, well, their hands were tied. Said to be the vanquisher of the previous Tyrant of the throne, Savior of the Infinite Realms, thousands of years old, infinitely powerful, infinitely old, and some smaller rumors claimed, infinitely kind. Phantom is said to be extremely protective of humans (something they were banking on),  loyal to its subjects, and said to rarely get angry (yeah right). A terrifying creature, tall and confident in its destructive power.

So yes, the League was prepared. They gathered as many members as they could spare for this meeting, everyone ready for a fight, but praying for none. The Big Three stepped forward while the rest hung back. Constantine and the Dark members start chanting, beginning the ritual.

The chanting ends. The silence hangs. Bodies still. 

Then, a flash from the hieroglyphs on the ground and an explosion of wind with no origin, a blinding light originating from the summoning circle grows in strength, letting out a vibrating hum that causes Superman to cover his ears and wince. The hum starts shaking the ground and the light condenses into itself, revealing the silhouette of an object. 

The wind stops. The light is gone, the vibration a memory. Everything is as it is before, with one exception.

Wonder Woman, wasting no time, straightens, “High King Phantom, Ruler of the infinite Realms, We are the Justice league, We ask your help in vanquishing The BBG, it threatens the lives of all those who live…” Her eyes widened as what stood before her.

This… this didn’t look like a High King, Vanquisher of Pariah Dark. This little thing did not give any indication of confidence, power, or age… it looked… young. The only thing terrifying about this creature is the size of bags under his eyes. Drowning in soft clothes, hunched over, looking utterly defeated, Nothing like they expected. Diana would almost mistake it if for a human child if not for the glowing eyes, fangs, and slight aura it gave off. But this, this was no King… Is- are those tears in its eyes?!

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Danny has not been having a good day. Or week. Or month, or- anything really. It seems like dying was only the beginning of his problems. No, scratch that, this all started with his parents’ damn obsession with ghosts. Danny swore they were part ghost too with their utter infatuation with all things Ecto. If only they hadn’t tried to access the ghost zone, if only Vlad hadn’t been involved to become Danny’s biggest nightmare, if only his parents gave up their research once they had kids, if only he didn’t walk in that stupid portal to impress his friends. 

If only he had stayed dead.

If only he didn’t gain powers, then he wouldn’t be stuck in this mess. 

Danny scowled to himself and let himself flop onto his bed. He’s been spending the last couple weeks cycling through this whole rogue gallery, TWICE! Plus fighting a handful of random ghosts who thought they could take on the ‘Ghost King’ (Pariah’s evil reign and thousand year slumber didn’t help either with all the paperwork that’s left for Danny.) Running from the GIW, his parents, and Val as usual, (Ghost Scum, 

Dealing with ‘Mayor’ Vlad’s Evil Plan of the Week -Danny’s powers were still on the fritz after that encounter, painful, was a word for it- Not to mention school, between Dash being Dash, forgetting his science homework, missing a test because of Skulker, Lancer and his threats of, “Black Beauty Fenton! If your grades keep dropping you’ll spend the rest of the year in detention! With ME!” and now his teachers (and Jazz) are talking to him about college? He’s still a sophomore, give him a break! It isn’t Danny’s fault the whole universe is apparently out to get him.

The real cherry on top of this whole thing was the recent ‘summonings’. No thanks to the Fruit Loop and his meddling, with Jack Fenton unknowingly helping him, again. A nice little instruction booklet called, “How to Summon the Ghost King, Made Easy!” got out onto the internet and the world, free for any psycho to speed dial Danny away from his life. At various points in the last month Danny has been forcibly -and if he was honest, painfully- ripped from anything he’s been doing and dumped smack dab into the center of various cults’ plans, usually they wanted power, money, or world domination. His saving grace was the process of summoning forced him to transform or no identity reveals, thank The Ancients. 

Sam and Tucker have been a godsend in getting the Booklet wiped from the internet, Danny would be lost without them. He would’ve fallen apart the first week into his powers if not for them. Who knew watching your friend half dying created lasting relationships? They really kept him going and he trusts them with his life, really he does.

But Danny would never tell them about some of the things he’s seen getting summoned, he couldn’t do that to them. The various groups of psychos seemed to think Danny was more likely to listen to them if they offered sacrifices.. human sacrifices. Some nights he couldn’t stop smelling blood and incense, couldn’t get those images out of his mind. He hated himself for keeping track, and hated himself for not wanting to. 15. 15 people, so far just because some handful of lunatics wanted some money or something equally stupid like that. Danny was 15, that’s one whole human being, for every year he was alive, one of them was even younger th- she was just- Danny couldn’t- she was- so small…

Pulling his blankets over his head, Danny took measured breaths against the tightness in his throat. It’s Not fair. It’s not. He didn’t ask for this. He didn’t want to be King of the undead, he’s just a kid himself isn’t he? It was just an accident turning on the portal. He didn’t mean to. Why is he stuck fixing everything? Can't he just be a normal kid? Go to school, get good grades, become an astronaut? He’s so completely out of his depth, who is he kidding, it’s just a matter of time before he screws up again and someone gets hurt, or worse. He's trying, though, he is. He tries so hard to be good, to do good. To not turn into Dan.

‘Stop it, Danny. Now’s not the time for bad thoughts.’ This is the first time Danny’s had a chance to sleep in two days, his parents are out and left the home defenses are down, Jazz is studying at the library, Sam and Tucker are playing Doom while keeping an eye on ecto readings around town. He has maybe 4 blissful hours to spend in dream land. He sighed and sunk into his pillow trying to blank out his thoughts before he could spiral again.

A tightening in the chest, and eyes snap open, ‘NO! NO! Please not now!’ is all Danny manages to think before the unfortunately familiar sensation of space displacement takes hold. His transformation is forced on him as he feels himself fall apart and get put back together simultaneously.

‘Just a couple hours rest, is tHAT SO MUCH TO ASK!!??’ The anger leaves before it can fully form due to the pure exhaustion that washed over his ectofied bones and straight to his core. It feels strained, like glass under pressure, not knowing if the slightest change will shatter him. He slowly gets his bearings and- oh, this almost seems worse than a regular cult summoning. At least there’s not a dead body. 

It’s the Justice League, and Wonder Woman is talking to him. And Danny, Danny can’t. He can’t. He doesn’t know if they want to trap him, kill him, experiment… if the GIW got their claws into the JL… Danny can’t anymore, He can practically feel his core splintering into jagged gut- wrecking pieces. He just wants to rest, to feel safe, for just a little while. Why can’t he?

Throat burning and eyes watering, Danny realizes he can do something, just one thing. It’s the only thing left that he can do. Something he hasn’t done for a long time, ever since dying.

Danny starts crying.