#Morally Grey Danny Phantom

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny used to be a vigilante, firmly on the side of good. Like, illegally, but morally good.

Danny’s 100% sure that whatever he is now, it’s not good.

Is Gotham’s influence just Like That?

He was homeless when he got to this thrice damned city (literally, because Lady Gotham was so cursed) and now he’s… here? In a mid-level penthouse with a rotation of homeless kids going in and out of his kitchen and eating out his pantry??

Danny adjusted the cuffs of his dress shirt, making the conscious decision to ditch the tie. He’s a tall 6ft 4 now, taking after his Dad. His head smarted all of the time, hitting doorframes when he was being a bit clumsier than the normal ghost-like grace he had learned to channel as The Phantom.

The Phantom instead of just Phantom. Why? Because Phantom was the name of a teenage vigilante in another dimension. The Phantom, on the other hand, is an intimidatingly tall, deceptively kind, extremely dangerous kingpin.

Honestly? Danny didn’t even want this life. Like, he had no idea it would snowball like this??

He supposed that it all started when the Penguin was trying to snatch kids off of his block on Crime Alley. Not officially his block, of course, because Danny didn’t actually enter this city to be a crime-shadow thing. But he hadn’t lost enough of Phantom the Vigilante to ignore kids getting hurt. He still hasn’t, if he’s being honest. He flew into a frantic search, tracking down the missing kids to Penguin’s bar. The Iceberg Lounge. Apparently, he wanted the kids to do some menial tasks and what not. Danny, rage flickering through his core, intangibly went in and robbed Penguin of every coin and secret the man kept.

Then? Danny blackmailed the Penguin to guarantee his kids a measure of safety from the Rogue. That began the slippery slope into whatever it is he does now. Penguin was being kept in line by Danny’s threats, the grip he had on the Rogue’s weak points, and a wonderful bit of intimidation.

——

“What, you stinking phantom? I’m stickin’ to yer rules!” Penguin snarled, forced to his knees by invisible blob ghosts.

Danny, salty and pissy from the lack of sleep he’d experienced trying to keep Penguin’s men in line as a result of Penguin trying to test where Danny’s lines were, dropped the temperature to the point where Penguin started shivering. Considering the place was already cold- the Iceberg lounge lived up to its name- it meant that Danny was standing nonchalantly in a room that was negative twenty five degree Celsius in a sweatshirt, Danny was already making good on his natural intimidation factor.

“It’s The Phantom to you, Oswald.” Danny said, in the tone of someone saying “it’s the shit, to you.”

Danny narrowed his blue eyes, letting a tiny tint of ectoplasm make his eyes glow a bit in the suddenly icing over room.

“Your people have been getting on my nerves, Oswald. Roughing up kids is so… uncultured. Are you sure you’re a Cobblepot?”

Penguin snarled, the effect of which was rendered ineffective due to his increasingly violent shivers. Plus, Danny loomed over him without even trying.

Danny, annoyed and asking himself “What Would Dan Do To Intimidate This Guy?”, gripped Penguin’s shoulder and hauled him up one handed. He dragged the mob boss over to one of the booths, avoiding the bodies he’d dropped (non-lethally) when Danny first walked in to ruin Penguin’s night. He shoved Penguin in chair he iced over, because Danny’s petty and if he saw one more bruise on his kids at Penguin’s hands, Danny was gonna go full Dan the Murderer.

He at least allowed to room to warm up before laying into Penguin, though. He stayed standing. Hey, he had the height advantage to use. He could have kept Penguin kneeling, but it was probably god the best that the mob boss got some sense of pride back.

(Danny had no idea that sitting as someone loomed over you to lecture and threaten you was even worse than kneeling. At least with kneeling, you knew where you stood. But sitting? It leaves you horribly off kilter.)

“I told you to keep your people in line. Kids are off limits, Oswald.”

“I kept them in line!”

Never let it be said that Oswald Cobblepot had a normal functioning sense of self preservation.

“Really?” Danny jabbed his pointer finger lightly on top of Penguin’s trachea and allowed his fingernails to sharpen into Phantom’s sharper digits. Penguin tried to lean away. “Then why did they start a gun fight when there were kids visible on the street? Why did I see one of my kids get hit by one of your poor excuses of a bouncer?”

“I-”

“Don’t care much for your excuses, if I’m being honest. I let you mess around with the little projects you have, without even breathing a whisper of your secrets. Sionis would love to know how you double crossed him the last deal, yeah?”

“I- I’ll keep them in line!” Penguin stuttered.

“Well, I believe in second chances,” Danny bullshitted. Ancients, how was this even working? “So I suggest you make an example of the guy that smacked Hailey around before I make an example out of you, Oswald.”

“Fine! Fine!”

——

And with that, he got access to Penguin’s resources and men and more importantly, the corrupt police officers. He made Penguin “boot out” the pedophilic ones (in a very violent way) and kept the rest.

Then? Mr. Freeze froze over the god damn pipes and Danny had to intimidate and make a deal with the Rogue so he and his increasing roster of orphans had access to warm water.

In exchange for Danny’s restorative and, more importantly, unmelting ice, Mr. Freeze was now Danny’s… on-call enforcer?? When he’s not researching cures for his frozen in a pod wife, that is.

Danny was satisfied with that. He was! But then Black Mask happened, with the man trying to engage in a battle of wits with Danny over the control of Crime Alley which, at that point, was firmly Danny’s territory.

The thing is, Danny doesn’t play nice anymore. Why bother with pointless mind games when he could just…

——

“So, you’re The Phantom.”

“And you’re Sionis.”

Black Mask twitched at the name, gloved hands pulling out his guns. Danny sat on the counter, head touching mid cabinet, and sipped out of Sionis’ favorite mug.

Because Danny broke into Black Mask’s safe house and stole his quality coffee. The man’s eyes were wary.

“How did you get in here?”

Danny shrugged. “Walked.”

Danny held the coffee out of the way as Sionis unloaded a clip into his chest and lunged forward to slap a mask onto Danny’s face. After waiting a bit, as Black Mask’s smug triumph bled into shock, Danny laughed and, using a bit of his natural strength, tossed the guy off of him. He casually took the mask off of his face.

“Jeez, I’m trying to be nice, here.”

“So, you’re a Meta.”

Danny grinned. “Eh. And you’re a cult leader with a mask fetish.”

Danny tuned out the rant about the “true face of Gotham” or whatever, already bored, and sipped at Sionis’ coffee. The ass might be a psycho, but his coffee tastes were wonderful. Danny stood up, rinsed his mug, and turned back to Black Mask.

“You’re trafficking people. Kids.” He said, cutting through Sionis’ chatter. He was sly about it too, committing violence and torture in a way that would ensure obedience and fear. Danny probably would have never caught on, Black Mask’s schemes being so ingeniously created and executed, had he not kept a hawk’s eyes on the more vulnerable members of Crime Alley’s community. And the rest of Gotham’s vulnerable communities, of course.

“My, a wonderfully obvious conclusion. Now, Phantom, I have a proposition for you.”

Sionis seemed to have gotten his bearings back. Danny tilted his head at him, looking down.

“You can work for me,” Sionis said, before opening a laptop with video feed to one of his masked men or whatever holding a knife to one of Danny’s more fearless kids. Danny snarled.

“Or, refuse, and your kid will lose a finger for every instance of your defiance.”

“I told you not to touch the kids, Sionis. I don’t allow trafficking either.”

Black Mask chuckled. “Cut off a finger, Sadness.”

“Yes, bos- ARGHHHH!”

Danny watched as Mr. Freeze froze the goon’s arms before breaking them.

“I’ve got her, Phantom.”

Danny nodded at Freeze, keeping an eye on Sionis in case the fool bolts.

“So, what are your cards now, Sionis? You’ve sure pissed me off with nothing to show for it.”

And that was the last night anyone heard from the one that was supposed to be the King of Crime.

But Gotham knew the head mounted on a pike at one of Black Mask’s hastily abandoned bases was a warning, that The Phantom was watching.

——

Then he somehow got a gaggle of more orphans that were undead zombie “Talons?”

From there, he just obtained influence over the crime bosses of Gotham. Because his Talons kept bringing him heads and blackmail and his crime alley kids and Gotham orphans kept bringing him information for food and safety?

But like, Danny never wanted anything in exchange for the safety he provided. His core could give less of a shit whether he got anything in return. But he couldn’t convince his kids of that! They’re putting themselves in danger and ugh-!

Danny checked himself once more in the mirror. Ready, he stepped out into the night to wait for the Bats at his new favorite VIP spots.

On the way, he passed Ivy and Harley, who he waved to. Pamela worked under him because he controlled Gotham’s criminal underground (which also mean the official parts of the city considering the sheer amount of corruption) and influenced them into more plant friendly methods. His dominion over Undergrowth also helped immensely.

Harley? They’re friends. He beat up and crippled her abusive ex. She gave him therapy and stopped torturing people for fun.

Danny stepped into the back door of the Iceberg Lounge. No one stopped him. No one dared to.

He settled onto a velvet couch, nodding respectfully at the server that had immediately and nervously set down his mai tai. He glanced around for cameras and wire taps, before giving up and upping his ectoplasmic output to short any recording devices out.

He sipped his drink as he waited.

“Batman.”

“Phantom.”

“Oh, good. You didn’t bring Robin,” Danny said, watching Batman tense. “Kids shouldn’t be in places like these.”

Batman stayed silent.

“Come on, sit.” Danny gestured to the couch across from him.

“This isn’t a social call. I’ll stop whatever you’re scheming-” Batman growled.

“Oh my god, you’re so dramatic. Is this where Nightwing gets it from?”

Batman snarled.

“Sit, sit.” Danny rolled his eyes.

Batman stayed stubbornly looming. Danny sighed, allowing his voice to slip into velvet danger.

“I told you to sit, Bruce Wayne.”

“You-”

“I won’t repeat myself again, Bruce. You’re testing my patience.”

Bruce sat, wary and hyper vigilant. Danny sighed, settling back in his chair.

“You’ve heard of Red Hood, yes? Don’t answer that, it was hypothetical. I know you’ve heard of him.” Danny waved a hand impatiently. “I don’t really care why he’s setting up shop in my Alley, but he’s upsetting the other crime lords. They’re asking me to interfere.”

“I don’t work for you.”

“No,” Danny acknowledged with a nod. “But I could make you, if you push it. Politeness would serve you much better right now, Bruce, seeing as I am doing you a… favor. And since I’m not shouting to the world who you are under the cowl.”

Danny gave Batman a pointed, patented, mom glare.

“… Apologies.”

“Now, you might be wondering what that favor is.” Danny watched Batman’s cowled face carefully. “I thought you should know that the Red Hood is your “Jason Todd.’”

Batman was still. And then Batman leapt at him, snarling, “How dare you-!”

Danny caught the vigilante by the throat and squeezed.

Batman’s flurry of punches- which, mildly ow, those gauntlets kind of hurt- quickly changed to clawing and maneuvers to get out of the choke hold. Danny held steady, cutting off the vigilante’s air supply until he began to go limp. He’s not Superman. Danny will bruise and kill, if he had to.

“Are you going to listen to me now?” Danny asked mildly, emulating both Black Mask’s drawl and Dan’s effortless psychosis.

Batman gave a weak nod. Danny plopped him unceremoniously back onto his couch. He sipped on his drink once more as he waited for Batman to cough some sweet air back into his lungs.

“I’m telling you to get your little birds in line before I have to go hunting, yeah? Keep your kids out of danger, Bruce, and I won’t have to step in.”

“He- how do you know..?” The growl isn’t there anymore, and Danny felt a smug sense of vindication of having smothered it out of the guy. Woah, no, that thought was too Dan and too little Danny. Danny handed him a cup of water, which Batman didn’t drink.

Danny rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow. “Drink. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it by now. And as for how I know…”

Danny held up a beat up copy of Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility, filled with Jason’s writing. He tossed it to Batman, who caught it with blank eyes.

“Water,” Danny reminded him firmly, feeling like a mother hen. Batman gulped down his water, eyes flicking between the pages of Jason’s annotated book. Ancients, Danny couldn’t believe he annotated his book. A crime lord, like that? Well, it’s not like Danny could say anything.

Batman looked up at him, a silent demand- no, plea, because he’s not in a position to make demands- for an answer.

“Broke into his safe house. You should contact your fling, Talia. Seems like she dunked him into these “Lazarus pits” and told him you replaced him with the current Robin.”

Danny could see Batman’s emotional gears hard at work and honestly, he doesn’t have time for that.

“Now, we’re done here. You owe me one for the information. I’ll collect later.” Danny grabbed the Dark Knight, who stayed oddly unresisting (shock, maybe?) , and hauled him up.

“Tell Tim Drake to eat more. He looks too skinny.” With that, Danny dragged the Dark Knight to the window and punted him out. His kids were waiting on hot chocolate night and Danny had to go shopping for quality ingredients.

——

“YOU COULDN’T HAVE TOLD ME THE BIGGEST CRIME LORD OF YOUR CITY WAS THE FUCKING HIGH KING OF THE INFINITE REALMS?!”

“Hn.”

“BLOODY HELL, DON’T YOU GRUNT AT ME, YOU BROODY BASTARD!”

Constantine let out a scream. Shite, the king who held his soul contract was a crime lord. Great.

——

The reason intelligence and convoluted schemes and genius doesn’t work against Danny is because he’s got weird standards of what he’ll tolerate and the fact is that his normal dumbassery and mother hen tendencies cancels out and coherent thoughts or plans he might have had.

[bet-on-me-13]

Desperate Villain Danny AU

(this is a 17 yr old danny)

It started out slowly.

First, a few of Danny's less active Rouges stopped showing up at all. He didn't really notice, and just assumed that they had finally had their Fill of their Obsession for a while and would simmer down for a bit.

Then, some more of his Rouges stopped showing up. No big deal, but he is getting a little concerned for them. They had definitely not had their fill of their Obsessions yet, why did they stop?

Then, the worst started happen. All of his actual Ghost Friends start to disappear. Ember, Kitty, Johnny, even Amorpho, they all start to not show up at all in the Living World.

He goes looking for them in Realms, but he can't find any of them whatsoever. He tries asking around, but everybody else noticed the disappearances much earlier than him and began to hide away from whatever was taking all of the strong Ghosts. He can't find anybody, and the ones he does find won't tell him anything (or don't know themselves)

It takes weeks of searching, but eventually he gets his answer.

The GIW show up in Amity again after a period of absolutely no activity. They have stepped up their operations HARD. Advanced Ghost Hunting Equipment, Much more Competent Agents, and most worrying of all, they seem to know that Phantom is friends with Sam, Tucker, and Danny Fenton.

The GIW comes to his house for a Meeting with his parents, where he overhears them offering his parents a position in their Organization as Head Scientists. While there they also manage to plant Bugs in Danny's room somehow. Although he finds them quickly enough and destroys them.

And then, one night during dinner while his parents are ranting about the GIWs Labs, they mention something that cinches it for Danny.

"And today we even got to Dissect one of the Spooks! It was that Mind Controlly one, you know the one with the blue firey hair stuff that sang a bunch! We're going back tomorrow to continue our Study, this time we'll see how long it'll pretend to experience pain before it decides to give up on tricking us!"

That night, Danny packed up all his things, destroyed the Ghost Portal alongside everything else in his parents Lab, and left his house.

He tracked down the GIW Base, saved Ember from her Cell, and decimated the surrounding Area. No survivors, none of the research is preserved, and he left the Site Director alive to question him.

Turns out, the GIW had managed to Reverse Engineer the Ghost Portal from that brief period of time where they had taken control of Fenton Works. They had been using their own Portal to kidnap any Ghost they could get their hands on. Using the research from those subjects, they perfected their Ghost Hunting Tech and started going after the bigger fish.

"But good luck finding it, Ecto Scum! The Portals location was hidden to everybody, even me!" He said.

"Where are the others!" Danny cried. He was losing control of his appearance by this point. After seeing what they had done to Ember, he was too angry to maintain his Humanoid Form successfully. Even now, with most of his control, he could hear the Static in the air around him, and see the Glitching of his hands as they clenched this Monsters clothes.

"Scattered!" He said with a crazed laugh, "We knew we couldn't contain all of them, so we send them to all of our sites across the Country! You'll never find them!"

Without another word, Danny plowed his arm through the man's chest.

He turned around, picking up Embers weakened Body, before beginning his long flight to Wisconsin. Vlad still owed him a few Favors after all, and honestly his mentorship offers seemed VERY Tempting right now.

(Why reject him if you don't care about keeping your dad alive anymore?)

...

The JLA had recently received a distress signal from somewhere in the middle of some random Forest in Illinois, but when they got to the location, all they found was a crater filled with the ruins of some kind of Military Base, and so so many Bodies.

They had managed to figure out that this was a Government Site owned by an organization called the GIW. A Paranormal Investigation Wing of the Government focused on the study and capture of Supernatural Beings called Ecto-Entities, otherwise referred to as Ghosts.

As it turns out, an Ecto-Entity that had been terrorizing the local town for a few years now had made a drastic change in normal behavior and had attacked the GIW Base that had been posted there.

They would have destroyed it years ago, but this one was unnaturally powerful. It had eluded their capture and terrorized the Town for years, but they had too much pride to contact the JLA and admit that they needed help. And honestly until now, they didn't really need it. The Entity had been entirely confined to the singular town, and had not strayed from that behavioral Pattern in the 3 years since it's inital sighting. They had made the difficult choice to leave it there, sacrificing one town in exchange for the rest of the country.

But now they did need their help. This Entity, this Phantom, was one of the most powerful beings that had ever recorded, maybe even The Most Powerful. The fact that it had left the Secluded town it usually frequented meant that it was loose to wreak havoc across the rest of the world.

The JLA Needed to Find this thing, and Fast.

[aziraphale-is-a-cat]

DPXDC Watch Out, He Bites

Danny did his best to be the best big brother possible, he helped his little brother learn and train to be the best, even if he knew what it meant. He protected Damian through thick and thin, and as he stared down at the corpse of his grandfather's enforcer in the sand he knew he'd just signed his own death warrant.

Danny had seen it coming for a while, even as the oldest son he'd never been what grandfather had expected of him, too soft and moral. He suspected that was why mother had Damian in the first place, to replace him as heir- and he never held it against his little brother. But stepping in the way of Grandfather's punishment for Damian would not go unnoticed, this would be the last way he would protect his little brother for a very long time.

Daniel turned to Damian, tears coming to his eyes as he wipes the blood and viscera off his hands and out from under his nails. "I can't stay." He saw his little brother's hands ball up as he started to shake. "I'm sorry, if you ever need a place to hide, then come find me."

-

Years later, Damian struggles to find purpose after the death of his father, and rather than be Robin to Dick's Batman he goes on a cross country road trip to find his big brother who would do anything to protect him.

But when Bruce comes back from being stuck in the time stream, Damian introduces him to his eldest son. They get along fine at first, but then some goon tries to kidnap Damian Wayne for the ransom money, and Danny gets there first.

[zillychu]

Consider this: ghosts are actually exactly what the Fentons think they are.

They're snapshots of a longing so strong, unfinished business so deep it reaches out beyond life. Lingers just a bit longer. And if it happens to meet a dense cloud of ectoplasm (invisible to the naked eye, but omnipresent even in the mortal realm), it coalesces. The ectoplasm fits into the shape of it. Which, when the desire is strong enough, it's got a rough idea of its self-image. This tends to mean a more humanoid figure, though it's more often warped in some way–a self-reflection, skewed by said desire. The warping varies on the dead soul’s perception of themselves, the intensity of their desire, how much time passed after death, and how much ectoplasm was present.

In short… no matter how “normal" a ghost looks or acts, it really, truly isn't human. It's animated ectoplasm with a single goal: an obsession. Nothing else. They're more akin to plants than animals, following a single drive with no emotion. They react to stimuli, recognize threats (including other ghosts), and can even imitate human speech and mannerisms to obtain fulfillment of their obsession.

Not “evil" by any stretch, but they're entirely driven by instinct. A tree doesn't pause to consider the rocks it breaks with its roots. A cordyceps doesn't torture its host for fun, or kill with malice. It just does. It follows code in its DNA to survive and multiply–And ghosts just follow the code in its ectoplasm to fulfill its obsession. The more powerful a ghost, the better it's able to overcome obstacles preventing this–whether through brute force, or manipulation. This power is always directly proportional to the amount of ectoplasm present at the time of formation, and how much time passed since death.

What then, does this mean for Danny? Danny, who's previously come to the conclusion that he's only half-ghost, which surely explains how he retained his mind? His independent thoughts and emotions?

What does this mean for Phantom, who experienced an entire world’s worth of ectoplasm condensed as a singularity, at the exact time of his death? Whose strength only grows and begins to exceed every limit they previously thought possible?

If a ghost was as strong as him… could it mimic a human perfectly? Down to a molecular level?

Could it, in its desire to fill an obsession… trick its own fake mind into thinking it was still human? Or half-ghost?

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

Almost finished reading Dungeon Meshi and I got an idea

So in Dungeon Meshi or Delicious in Dungeon, there are these... dungeons.

And from what I have gathered dungeons can be made naturally or artificially but both types have the same few things in common.

They are made to contain demons

They attract adventures

The dungeons have lords who manage/control the dungeon and are given the power to do so by the demons

I know that I'm skimming over some important bits, but long story short, the demons come from an alternate dimension called 'The Infinite Realm' and feed off of people's desires, the Lord of the Dungeon's specifically.

That being said... (incoming dp x dc prompt)

Beings from the Infinite Realms aren't ghosts but demons. And while they do still have obsessions, they lack desires. And so, they've become something they hunger for.

Danny learns this the hard way when he accidentally eats his parents' desire to hunt 'ghosts'.

When the endless, all-consuming hunger, that had been growing inside himself became just a bit satisfied by the action, he got scared. He ran to Clockwork, who immediately explained everything to him.

From there he became terrified. He didn't want to eat people's desires, especially considering that he had some of his own. But CW explained that while other demons will most likely never be satisfied no matter how many desires they consume, because of Danny's halfa status he may be able to. (Also it would be a bad thing if the baby starves itself. No one wants the baby to starve!)

To test out this theory, CW pulls (more than) a couple of strings, and soon his dungeon was set up in Gotham City in the DC universe.

He felt a bit bad since he had to set up shop in another ghost's/demon's territory, but Lady Gotham seemed to have taken a liking to him.

Danny takes his time searching for the most desperate person he can find, (Lady Gotham is leading him to some of the most desperate people in her city, aka the Batfam.), and appears to one of them as a fawn (signifying his hunger and current 'lack' of power). He then looks deep into their mind and offers them the power to fulfill all their desires.

The Batfam? They should be better than this, but damn they were in a tight spot and the city is going to shit because the rouges have been more active than ever, and their family is on the verge of crumbling!... And the answer to fix it all was right there, just within their reach.

They held the fawn in their arms gently. Its ivory wings, coat of starlight, and piercing Lazurus green eyes. Gotham began to change.

A few years later, some members of the JL and the JLD are once again trying their hand at clearing the dungeon but are a bit discouraged because last time their team was wiped out completely.

It was inconvenient how their powers were nullified whenever they were inside the dungeon, but they had yet to find a spell to counteract it.

In an attempt to get past the third floor, they teamed with a team called Team Phantom, which comprised two young adult siblings, their 12-year-old sister, and a few teenagers.

Morally, they were against this. No one this young should be trying to clear the dungeon! But on the other hand, this team was the closest to getting to the fourth floor.

Sucking it up, they teamed up with the young dungeon dwellers and quickly found out why they were so close to getting to the third floor.

These kids were skilled. These kids were powerful. These kids were trained. On top of that, they didn't care about their lives! Because these kids? They wouldn't- no! They couldn't die, and they were using it to their advantage.

The JL/JLD now had much more to worry about than clearing the dungeon.

[adoptable-fanfic-prompts]

DP + DC Writing Prompt

An older Danny Phantom gets kidnapped by Amanda Waller to join her Suicide Squad. Obviously, he’s able to remove the bomb but with this being an older and more jaded Danny Fenton, he’s willing to stay with the group. He refuses to kill but he isn’t exactly stopping them either (mostly spends it trying to make sure that his ‘teammates’ don’t kill themselves by being idiots).

[vala-dreams]

Daniel Masters AU

So this is brought to you by a fever dream at 6 in the morning. In this au, one Vlad Plasmius partakes in the noble and completely not illegal act of cradle robbing. And by cradle robbing I mean kidnapping toddler Danny because he is a batty old ghost with a family obsession and no morals. (I've decided to change his obsession from maddie to family. No I don't take criticism)

Vlad kidnaps Danny with the intention of turning him into a halfa too.......the only problem is that the portal he's trying to make isn't functional. yet. So in the meanwhile he's gotta juggle making the portal and taking care of Danny in his Wisconsin manor.

This leads to many shenanigans, sleepless and tired Vlad who has no idea how to take care of children + one baby Danny = c h a o s

A year passes by and finally, the portal is up and working and the big moment finally comes. Vlad places Danny as gently as he can, into the portal and turns it on.

.

Except he doesn't.

He can't

Because all he can see as his index finger hovers over the button are cold linoleum tiles of a hospital. Harsh florescence of lights overhead. Faces of people he doesn't know, covered by surgical masks. All he can hear are the squeaking of stretcher wheels, the beeping of monitors, muffled voices he cannot understand.

All he can feel is fire.

....

The next thing he knows, little Daniel is in his arms again.

His feet are lead, unmoving. His arms are steel, wrapped securely around Daniel's still slumbering form. And that's how they stay all afternoon, in front of the empty portal.

Thats fine. In the end, he cannot do it. That's fine. Daniel doesn't have to be a halfa to be his son. Little badger was his the moment he was born. Jack would never be a factor. Maddie would never be a factor. They wouldn't even be in the equation.

(And isn't that exactly what they deserve? They left him. They left him to burn and they never looked back they laughed as fire licked at his heels they left him they left him they lef-)

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They never figured out what happened to their Danny. Years and years of missing posters and sleepless nights and tears and research– it was like he never existed.

The only clue to what might've happened to their boy was a single splatter of ectoplasm on the floor

They would find their son. Or they would die trying.

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One fine sunday night, one Daniel Masters stumbles into a secret basement in his house.

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There's gonna be updates on this cayse I'm sleep deprived rn and it's not as well written as I wish it could be.

This started out as crack and kinda got serious and I'd like ro establish that Vlad isn't going to be a "good" character. He is narcissistic, self serving, controlling and deliberately keeps things from Danny. He basically just ignores the fact that he stole Danny and tries to convince himself that Danny is his. His ghostly nature only makes it worse.

However, he does genuinely love Danny. Not when he first kidnapped him, at that time he only cared about hurting jack and maddie and fulfilling his family obsession. But over the course of the year he spends with Danny, he starts to care for him. Their relationship will eventually be fixed. It'll probably never be okay but Vlad will do anything it takes for him to not hurt Danny anymore. He will find a way to be better. And even if no amount of apologies will make up for what he did, he will still apologize.

The Fentons aren't going to be good either. They have very fixed views on ghosts and it's only increased due to the cradle robbing. They are even more ruthless and cold. They throw themselves into their research even more. Danny is absolutely terrified of them. And they're completely convinced that Danny stole their kid. (Will elaborate later) But they too will learn eventually.

Jazz grows up with her parents constantly working on their ghost research and projects, and she doesn't really believe in it. She grows up with the faint memory of a brother she doesn't know. And even though he parents love her, she wishes that they could let go.

Sam and Tucker will be explored in later posts

@little-pondhead I did a thing

[one-thousand-and-one-fandoms]

[Part 1]

Vlad tensed up with his hand up to knock. There was a ghost around his people. His hackles rose. How dared they?! Who dared?!

In a move that was instinct than choice, Vlad turned himself invisible and walked the perimeter. He couldn't find whoever or whatever it was that triggered his ghost sense, but he still felt uneasy.

He returned to the door, fixed his hair and knocked. Jazz opened the door with a smile and gave him a hug. From the basement came loud, indistinguishable sounds, but those were indication enough that Maddie and Jack were down there. Vlad looked around for his little badger, but didn't find him.

"Where's your brother?" Vlad asked. Jazz stiffened at the question and looked uncomfortable, and Vlad's uneaseness grew, "Jasmine, where is he?"

"He's in his bedroom," Jazz said and looked nervous, "he's not feeling well today."

Vlad raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is he sick? Does need to go to the doctor?"

Jazz huffed, exasperated, "I've been trying to convince him to go for days, but he won't listen! The only people he talks to now are Sam and Tucker ever since-"

Jazz stopped herself and looked at Vlad with wide eyes. Clearly, she didn't intend to say something that had slipped out.

"Since when, Jazz?" Vlad asked, concerned.

"Mom and dad said we didn't need to worry you," Jazz replied, instead.

"Let me decide if whatever happened is worth worrying about by myself," Vlad snapped, losing patience. Jazz seemed taken aback by it, but cowed enough to spill the beans.

"Danny had an accident down in the lab a few days ago," Jazz confessed. Vlad froze. Of course Danny would have an accident the week he couldn't be there. Worry gnawed at him.

"What kind of accident?" He asked.

"We don't know!"

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"No one was home when it happened. My parents finished their stupid portal but it didn't work. Or so we thought. When we came back it was working but Danny wouldn't come out of his room. It wasn't even him who told us something happened, but Sam," Jazz ranted and her worry was evident.

"And what did your parents do?"

"Nothing! Said he must be fine if he was able to walk up to his room! I tried to talk to him but he won't talk to me," Jazz replied and tears formed in the corner of her eyes. Vlad hugged her briefly, hoping to comfort her. He didn't know what was going on. The portal shouldn't be working at all, so he'd have to threaten Technus again, but that was after he found out what really happened to Danny. Vlad was hoping for a laceration that could be stitched up.

"I'll go see him. Maybe he'll talk to me."

Jazz huffed, but agreed, "Maybe."

Vlad walked up the stairs and stood in front of Danny's door. The hairs on his arm stood on end, and his ghost core flared up. Something was wrong, it screamed at him. He knocked. No answer.

"Little badger?" Vlad asked as he knocked again. This time he heard a rustling sound, but the door didn't open and Danny didn't call out. "Jazz told me what happened. I'm worried about you. Can I see you?"

"Uncle Vlad..." Danny's voice came from the other side, muffled, but Vlad was happy to get any verbal response, "go away."

"No can do, Little Badger. I want to make sure you're ok."

"I'm fine."

"You don't sound fine."

The door was yanked open, and Vlad had to stop himself from reacting outwardly. Danny was most definitely not fine. He had deep, purple bags under his eyes, which were bloodshot, and his hair was disheveled as if he hadn't bothered with it for days. And he probably hadn't. Not when he had more pressing matters to attend to; matters that now Vlad knew because his core resonated and told him that there was another ghost in front if him.

"See?" Danny said with a glare, "I'm fine. Now leave me alone."

Danny went to close the door but Vlad wasn't above using his extra strength to push through anyway. Danny yelped, clearly surprised. Vlad rounded on him, seeing red. His core didn't like a strange ghost near his people, but it didn't seem to realize that the ghost was one of his people, yet.

"Uncle Vlad?" Danny asked and he sounded scared. It echoed some long buried memory of waking up in the hospital, afraid and alone, forgotten and abandoned.

"What have they done?!" Vlad exploded, unable to help himself. Danny closed the door quickly, as if that could muffle Vlad's voice, or as if Jack and Maddie could hear all the way down to the lab and give a fucking damn.

"What are you talking about, Uncle Vlad?" Danny asked and Vlad couldn't decide if the boy was trying to play dumb or if he was genuinely confused.

"Don't lie to me, Daniel. What happened in the lab?" Vlad demanded, though he already had an idea.

Danny flinched. If Vlad was calling him Daniel it meant trouble.

"Nothing!"

"Don't lie to me," Vlad repeated.

"What makes you think it's their fault anyway?" Danny deflected.

Because it always is, Vlad thought, but said, "Because this wouldn't be the first time something like this has happened!"

"And what does 'this' mean, exactly?" Danny replied, crossing his arms and attempting a glare. But Vlad recognized the bait for information for what it was and felt a vein pulse on his forehead.

"That's not how it works, little badger. You want information? Then tell me the truth. All of it. And then I'll tell you what I know," Vlad said. Danny clammed up. Vlad noticed his fists clenching where they were crossed. Vlad pinched the bridge of his nose and forced himself to take a deep, long breath. Then another one. And another one. Until he felt he wouldn't blast Jack and Maddie Fenton to Mars if they knocked on the door right then.

Then he looked at Danny, who seemed to have realized that while Vlad was angry, furious really, it wasn't at him. Now, Danny just looked scared, and a bit lost.

"Danny, I want to help you," Vlad said, struggling to push his anger away to be dealt with later, "and I know you must be scared. However, I also know something happened to you, something that changed you, so lying is only wasting both of our times."

Danny met Vlad's eyes, only to turn away. The crossed arms in front of him turned from a shield to a hug to himself as Danny drew in on himself. For the first time, Vlad was seeing how Danny really felt and his heart went out to the teen.

"You're going to hate me," Danny said, and turned away from Vlad.

"Oh, little badger," Vlad said and took a step towards Danny with the intention of doing... something: a hug, a comforting pat on the shoulder, something, but Danny recoiled and flinched and Vlad stopped with his hand still hovering in the air, "I could never hate you."

"Your best friends are ghost hunters," Danny spat, and then paled, as if he had said something he shouldn't. If Vlad was someone else, perhaps, but as it was, Vlad thought he knew exactly what was wrong.

Vlad realized that demanding answers would get him nowhere with Danny. Neither would intimidation. Danny was scared and probably wanted to feel safe. If Vlad wanted Danny to trust him, Vlad had to show Danny that he could.

Vlad sat on Danny's bed and tried to make himself look as unthreatening as possible.

"Do you want to know why I stopped ghost hunting?" Vlad asked. The question took Danny by surprised and intrigued him.

"Why?"

"Twenty years ago your parents and I went to college together," Vlad answered, "we began working then on a prototype for the ghost portal your parents are so obsessed with today."

"Twenty years ago?" Danny asked, flabbergasted.

"Twenty years ago."

"But they didn't succeed."

"They kind of did," Vlad reluctantly admitted, "I want to clarify that I'm not saying this so you'll think bad of your parents Danny, but so that you understand. What happened then was an accident that could have and should have been prevented with the right safety measures, and it makes me furious that in the twenty years since they haven't improved in that regard."

Danny uncrossed his arms and sat down next to Vlad. Vlad could tell he was listening intently.

"There was an accident," Vlad continued, "and I received a lot of ectoplasm and radiation to my face. I spent the following months in the hospital, but I had... changed."

Danny kept his eyes on Vlad when he asked, "Changed how?"

"I became this," Vlad said and transformed into Plasmius in front of Danny. Immediately, Danny transformed into a ghost, too. Whether it was the resonance of their core or a voluntary transformation was unclear.

"You're a ghost, too?" Danny asked, his voice whispy and small.

"Half ghost," Vlad clarified, "what happened little badger?"

Danny's eyes teared up and he looked away, but he answered this time, "It was a dare."

"A dare?"

"The portal wasn't working. It was supposed to have failed! Sam dared me to go inside and I thought it would be okay because their inventions never work but..."

"But this time it did, didn't it?"

"It was so stupid! Who even puts the on switch on the inside of the machine?! I tripped over something and turned it on and then... and then..."

"Oh, Danny," Vlad said and brought Danny close. This time Danny allowed himself to be held as he began to cry and sob.

"It hurt, Uncle Vlad," Danny said, "it hurt so bad, but I couldn't tell my friends, or Jazz, or my parents. My friends already felt so guilty, and Jazz would only worry, and my parents... they would want to... to... I'm scared, Uncle Vlad."

"You are allowed to be scared, upset and angry. Just know that you don't have to do this alone, okay?"

Danny was quiet for a moment, sniffled, and then quietly said, "Okay."

"Can you change back, now?"

"I-I'll try..."

"Focus on your core, Danny, and will it to hide," Vlad said and tried to be encouraging.

"I don't know what that means."

"Close your eyes," Vlad said and Danny did so, "is there a part of you that feels hotter or colder than the rest of you?"

Danny's brow furrowed as he focused, and then he nodded.

"You're going to give it a little push, just enough so that it hides and lets you revert back to human," Vlad continued.

Danny's face scrunched up, and soon the familiar rings of light washed over Danny and he was human again. Danny opened his eyes in awe.

"I did it!"

"You did," Vlad agreed, feeling pride welling up in his core, "for the record, I am sorry this happened to you, Danny. This is in no way your fault, and I'll help you through this."

"Can I go live with you?" Danny blurted out.

"I wish you could, but I believe that would arouse more suspicions than we want at the moment."

"But my parents..."

"They won't touch you, okay? I promise you that I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe," Vlad interrupted.

"But you aren't here half the time... you were gone one week and now look at me!"

"I know, and I'm sorry Danny. I'll try to come by more often, but even if I'm not here, I'll make sure you have the means to get away if you feel in danger, okay? I'll also give you a key to my house, so you know you always have a safe place to land on," Vlad insisted.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good. How about we go out for dinner, then? I think we deserve it," Vlad said with a grin.

"Burgers?" Danny asked in return with small smile of his own.

"Deal."

@akikoyuii @aikoiya

[its-rat-time-babey]

I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone point out that Valerie GRAY ironically enough has a very black and white worldview when it comes to ghosts.

[duckapus]

Meet Floyd the Ghost Girl

(Lily belongs to @forthedancingandthethriving)

For the past day or so, various objects across the kingdom have been turning gray, and the crew has split up to investigate. Lil Coding and Lily are together near the lot where the Wario Bros live, following a possible lead that points to the phenomenon being intentional vandalism, when they spot her.

At first glance she just looks like an ordinary human girl around their age, albeit with an unusual fashion sense(a sundress and sweats together? really?), but looking for more than a few seconds brings a few odd details to light. Like the little curved horns poking out of her hair. And her eyes being black voids with white irises and slit pupils, which would be really creepy if she didn’t look so bored. And the fact that she’s floating a bit and glowing faintly. And, most damningly, the fact that the only color on her is a lump of yellow fabric in her hands.

“Looks like we found our culprit!” Lily looks over at Lil Coding, who’s squinting at the girl, “you okay?”

“She seems familiar, but I’m not sure from where…” he shakes his head, “I’ll probably remember later, let’s go talk to her.”

With that they walk up to the girl, who either doesn’t notice them or just doesn’t care, because she only looks up after Lily waves at her, “Hi, I’m Lily, and this is my friend Lil Coding!”

She doesn’t quite smile, but her resting scowl eases up a little “‘sup. Name’s Floyd.”

Lil Coding snaps his fingers, “That’s where I remember you from! You’re one of Digi-Blade’s friends!”

“Mhm. And you were that purple cat, right?”

“Yep!” he then shakes his head a little. Stay focused, “anyway, we’re trying to figure out who’s been painting the town gray. Was that you?”

“Oh, yeah,” she actually looks a bit sheepish about that, “I was hungry. Forgot that people around here aren’t used to my eating habits like they are in Dreamland. The effect wears off after a few days, if it helps.”

“That’s a relief.” then Lily realizes something, “Wait, why are you in our universe anyway?”

She just shrugs, “I’m dead, dude. I go where I want.”

“Fair enough.”

That’s when Lil Coding notices something about the cloth that Floyd is currently draining, “Hey, isn’t that Wario’s hat?”

“WHERE IS IT!!!???”

He winces, “Yep.”

The three of them look over to see the man in question frantically digging through his and Waluigi’s stuff, before looking up and spotting them.

“Soooo…is his temper as bad as the one back home?”

“Yeah, probably.”

“Run?”

“Run.”

With that, the trio runs off, Floyd dropping the now-gray hat in the process, and Wario grabs it before getting in his car and chasing them.

“GET BACK HERE YOU BRATS! IT’S WARIO TIME!!!!”

[mrowtastic]

Ok I had a cool Idea about a dp x dc au that i want to throw out here.

The story takes place after the show. Everyone is in their early-mid twenties, (I'm thinking the Trio is around 22-23 and Jazz 26-27, depending), Everything that happened in the show happened here. It's been over five years now and Team Phantom is a well-oiled machine of ghost kick-assery.

The Drs Fenton are retired from the ghost hunting business. Inventing new gadgets and theories is their game and they enjoy it. They have gladly passed the torch to their two kids that they are so so proud of. (Maddie insists that they call at least once a week to chat).

Everyone has stuck together. Amity is healthier (ghost-wise) and is particularly peaceful. The gang goes to the same college (take your pick, i prefer Gotham thanks to ghosty biz), and realize just how much their ghostly know-how is needed outside of Amity. (Maybe Gotham calls in a favor and asks them to [spiritually] clean up her streets to help with the strain of everything?).

Team Phantom comes out of retirement to address the spiritual turmoil, hunt down naughty ghost, help the dearly departed to the other side, and steal mementos, haunted artifacts, and other dangerous occult items best left to the dead. The more morally-grey parts of the job force the Team into stealth mode. They work mostly at night but can work during the day depending on the mission. In order to stay anonymous they have motorcycles (with their assigned colors, the sporty kind) with helmets. (I'm imaging so many motorcycle chasing scenes. Maybe the Fentons invent a ghost whip that snags ghosts mid-chase? That sounds cool).

It's easy to get what they need between Sam's and Danny's wealth, Tucker's programming skill, Danny's engineering skills, Jazz's organizational skills, and Sam's ability to see the big picture. It's just like old times.

In a sense they make themselves a superhero group. To everyone else, however, they have come out of nowhere and are way to skilled to be newbies. It has the bats and other heroes scratching their heads. Shenanigans ensue. Constantine loves them and loathes them in the same breath. The Bats are running in circles because How do they keep getting away?

Everyone gets a superhero identity:

Danny: Sticks with Phantom. I know, boring, but no one outside of Amity really knows about him. (I'm thinking an info blockade from the government like in so many fics). He specializes in all the ghostly, magical parts of their exploits. Anything that needs to be done regarding ectoplasm and weird symbols is his business. Also is the only one able to make chemicals needed for their weapons and handle a hammer for repairs to equipment. I imagine him in either a black trench coat or motorcycle jacket with combat boots, black jeans, and regular black t-shirt. He wears goggles like Maddie's. (Like mother, like son). They make him look unhinged.

Sam: I'm leaning towards the name Thorn? She's the sharpshooter. The muscle. She can and will crack your head between her thighs and possesses 90% of the trio's impulse control (in most situations). I imagine her in knee-high, laced up, goth boots, leggings and killer skirt with a leather jacket and crop top. Her colors are still black, purple, and green. She is SWOLE. I love her.

Tucker: Now, I'm not sure what his name would be but he's basically the field tech. Having an on-site hacker is super useful. He's got twenty ways to get into every building. Security means nothing to him. He's great at stealth (not counting Danny cause ghost powers) and is great at thinking on his feet. His color are black and orange. Instead of wearing his red beret and yellow shirt duo he wears sneakers, tech glasses, a motorcycle jacket with a hoodie attached.

Jazz: Prophet is her codename. She's the lady in the chair. Tucker may make the programs that run the computer, but only Jazz can run them efficiently. She gets them where they need to go, gets them out of tough situations, gets info, assists Tucker, and so much more. Also, I want her to fly a ghost jet. I dont know why but she would be so cool doing it.

[starwrighter]

On god, I got my new glasses a day ago and it feel’s like I’ve finally harnessed the true power of my ADHD.

So anyways 2/?? Halloween prompt tw body horror and experimentation

Rotting corpse au lol.

So the nasty burger explosion happens except there’s no Dan. Vlad decides to attempt killing off Danny’s ghost side. Becoming enfatuated with the idea of “resurrecting” Danny, torturing him in the process. Because if he can resurrect someone who’s half dead there’s a chance he’d be able to resurrect Maddie too. Nobody can save Danny because everyone who know who he was and where he might be is either dead or torturing him.

Suddenly there’s no Fenton’s or phantom to protect amity park. Only red huntress who like Danny, is just a teenager. She can’t handle every single ghost that comes through the portal and she sure as hell can’t fight off a plasmius who’s lost his damn mind and given up any scrap of morals in his shriveled ballsack of a heart. Valerie and the rest of Amity park is forced to realize that Phantom is a hero and is needed just as much as Red huntress.

Vlad is becoming more and more deplorable, erratic and irrational. Desperate as his constant medical experiments on Danny turn out fruitless. Vlad finally decides he need to practice with a test subject that’s less dead then he and Danny were.

Jason isn’t happy when he wakes up in a strange lab. He’s even more pissed when he finds the greying old bastard who kidnapped him placed him in a cell with a Child’s carcass laying on cot.

The rage become pure disgusted and unadulterated terror when the corpse has a mental breakdown upon seeing him. The kid’s eyes were milky and lifeless, lips blue and skin almost grey and peeling. You could see his veins beneath paper like skin and his muscles and joints were deteriorating where they were used the most. The kid no longer had eyelids and maggots were festering in the child’s skin.

Jason stared, bile rising up his throat. “Do you still feel pain?” Jason prayed for the answer to be no but the kid just nodded, gesturing at Jason’s emptied gun holster before pointing at his own skull and pretending to shoot himself.

They needed to get out of here fucking asap.

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Let’s talk about the ghost of Gary Lester

You know, if the ghosts are still following around John Constantine, Danny Fenton would fucking hate the guy

Danny Phantom is a kids show, the morality of it is a lot simpler than the very dingy grey that Hellblazer is painted with. Sure Danny has moments where he has to learn to not use his powers for selfish gains, but let’s talk about the ghost of Gary Lester aka Gaz

Spoilers for issues 1 and 2 of Hellblazer, that’s right we’re going back to the beginning.

A little background on Gaz: childhood friend of John’s, dropped out of art school and started Mucus Membrane with John and becoming part of the “Newcastle crew” before the events at the Casanova club which he was present for. Sometime during the 80’s he became a heroin addict before the events of 88 that resulted in his death

Now what killed Gaz? Short answer is John. Longer answer is Gary accidentally unleashed an “African hunger spirit” on New York by deciding to ship a glass bottle with the thing trapped in it to John’s apartment in New York, resulting in it getting smashed in transport unleashing a threat of mass possession on one of the largest population centers in the world, a spirit that would consume its many many hosts resulting in the potential death of MILLIONS

John, putting the needs of the many ahead of the needs of the few, enlisted the help of Papa Midnight to trap the spirit in Gaz.

The sprit devoured Gaz from the inside, a process that lasted hours and hours of screaming before Gaz was devoured and the spirit devoured itself

Meanwhile John stayed by the entire time, there for every painful moment until the end. He did that, and he did that to his friend. There was a hell of a good reason for it, but he still did that to his friend

Yet John stayed the entire time

Gaz then joined the ghosts the followed John, becoming a reoccurring symbol for the price John’s friends pay

People around John get hurt, and it’s often his fault

And I think that’s what the truly interesting thing about Danny vs John. They both try to do good but others tend to pay the price for John. Meanwhile Danny would sacrifice himself long before sacrificing his friends. Danny hasn’t had to deal with quite the same moral choices John has, and I don’t think canon Danny is really at a place where he could understand what it’s like to make those choices

An older more mature Danny might, a very traumatized Danny might or might not, but base Danny would be unable to understand sacrificing his friend at all. Did it save millions of people? yes, but Danny is not the person that has had to make that difficult choice

And so literally learning this from the ghost that embodies John making that very choice would not endear John to Danny

[tboyswagcompetition]

HERE IS OUR ROSTER!

EDIT: FINAL RESULTS (characters knocked out are greyed)

WINNER: SONIC THE HEDGEHOG!

There will be 80 participants in the tboy swag competition! I tried to pick a variety of characters from the nominations :) The bracket will be seeded (more popular characters will face off against less popular) and a list of character names, the series they're from, and the total number of nominations they received will be under the cut.

Voting will start tomorrow! (2/19/23)

EDIT:

here is the bracket so far:

Jesse Pinkman | Breaking Bad: 15

Danny Fenton | Danny Phantom: 10

Sonic | Sonic The Hedgehog: 10

Barney Guttman | Dead End Paranormal Park: 10

Dipper Pines | Gravity Falls: 8

Hunter | The Owl House: 8

Link | The Legend Of Zelda: 7

Apollo Justice | Ace Attorney: 6

Herbert West | Re-animator: 6

Mettaton | Undertale: 6

Kurapika | Hunter X Hunter: 5

Gomez Addams| The Addams Family: 4

Kim Kitsuragi | Disco Elysium: 4

The Scout | Team Fortress 2: 4

Will Graham | Hannibal: 4

James Bonde | Moriarty The Patriot: 4

Edward Elric | Fullmetal Alchemist: 4

Caspar Von Bergliez | Fire Emblem: 3

Peter Parker | Spider-Man: 3

Pete Conlan | Dimension 20: 3

Zuko | Avatar: The Last Airbender: 3

Dave Strider | Homestuck: 3

Mafuyu Asahina | Project Sekai: 3

Naoto Shirogane | Persona 4: 3

Leonardo | Rise Of The TMNT: 3

Leon S. Kennedy | Resident Evil: 3

Saiki Kusuo | The Disastrous Life Of Saiki K: 3

Reigen Arataka | Mob Psycho 100: 3

Miles Morales | Spider-Man: 3

James T. Kirk | Star Trek: 3

Len Kagamine | Vocaloid: 2

Casey Jones | Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012): 2

Robin | Teen Titans: 2

Guzma | Pokemon: 2

Felix Hugo Fraldarius | Fire Emblem: 2

Chip | Just Roll With It: 2

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight | Saw: 2

Julian Bashir | Star Trek: 2

Alphonse Elric | Fullmetal Alchemist: 2

Shadow | Sonic The Hedgehog: 2

Shin | Dorohedoro: 2

Akito Shinonome | Project Sekai: 2

Ash Williams | Evil Dead: 2

Columbo | Columbo: 2

Benoit Blanc | Knives Out/Glass Onion: 2

Tsukasa tenma | Project Sekai: 2

Michael The Distortion | The Magnus Archives: 2

Robin | Fire Emblem: 1

Zagreus | Hades: 1

Yamato | One Piece: 1

Prompto Argentum | Final Fantasy XV: 1

Vash The Stampede | Trigun: 1

Vax'ildan | Critical Role: 1

Vanitas | Vanitas No Carte: 1

Blue | Pokemon: 1

Johnny Joestar | Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: 1

N | Pokemon: 1

Shatterstar | X-Men: 1

Party Poison | The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys: 1

Ryuji Sakamoto | Persona 5: 1

Warabi | Splatoon: 1

Keaya | Genshin Impact: 1

Mont Leonis | War of the Visions Final Fantasy Brave Exvius: 1

Soren | Fire Emblem: 1

Teruki Hanazawa | Mob Psycho 100: 1

Percy Jackson | Percy Jackson & the Olympians: 1

Jotaro kujo | Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: 1

Chai | Hi-Fi Rush: 1

Goro Akechi | Persona 5: 1

Dabi/Touya Todoroki | Boku No Hero Academia: 1

Laios | Dungeon Meshi: 1

Heinz Doofenshmirtz | Phineas And Ferb: 1

Puss In Boots | Shrek: 1

Galo Thymos | Promare: 1

Beast Boy | Teen Titans: 1

Ingo | Pokemon : 1

Emmet | Pokemon: 1

Ford Pines | Gravity Falls: 1

Stan Pines | Gravity Falls: 1

Luke Skywalker | Star wars: 1

[lapetitechatonne]

dp x dc Leverage AU?!? *chinhandgrins* tell me more?

hehehe, i’ve been waiting my whole life for this.

so—Leverage au was born out of me thinking that i wanted to write some morally grey characters toeing the line of right and wrong. i also really wanted to write some darker romance, and i just thought the idea of team phantom becoming thrives who’s soul goal is to fuck over billionaires was very, very fitting.

So we have Jazz as the mastermind, Sam as the grifter, Tucker as the Hacker, Valerie as the hitter, and Danny and Dani as thieves. the catalyst for them becoming this, is a combination of the GIW, Vlad’s various plots, and some particularly bad parenting on the Fentons parts.

Ida Manson—which is so not her real name—sees these kids physically hurt and i’m danger and about to run and helps them the best way she can. she teaches them the ways of the con.

our story starts years after that, where team phantom is an established crew and are going after the GIW. only to do that, they have to take down Lex Luthor.

romance is obviously not the focus, but i do love a good morally grey relation ship, so i was planning some light Anger Management, and then some rivals to lovers Danny/Tim. of course that’s more subject to change depending on how the fic is flowing.

but i’m so excited for this if and i wish it wasn’t taking so damn long to plan out because it has a special place in my heart 💕 thanks for asking!!!!!

[whumpshaped]

so to my understanding of the word, a vigilante is basically an illegal hero. So like, Batman is considered a vigilante, bht he isn't the best example because hes a founder of the damn justicd league. Phantom! Danny Phantom. That's a good example of a vigikante I think. Dude isn't a hero, he's just trying to help

i never got into danny phantom😔 i literally have never seen a single episode AJSKKSSK im sorry guys-

but okay okay i like that. so its just Some Guy playing judge jury and executioner. i also love the morally grey aspect someone mentioned lol thats always awesome