#frostbite danny phantom

[glassroo]

btw this was from DannyMay day 8, u know the DannyMay I said id finish but didnt (i got depressed again)

very upset at yall for not remembering to include a mentor to replace Frostbite in your electric core AUs 😔

[scarletsaphire]

ACTUALLY FROSTBITE AND FENTON PARENTS

Maddie smiled through her chattering teeth as she watched Phantom, watched Danny, in the distance. The smile looked just as strained as the rest of her felt, with everything that had been happening lately. Learning that her son believed he had died, that he had become some kind of "scientific miracle", that her and Jack had been hunting him for two years now was bound to put strain on, well, everything.

Danny had told her and Jack only two weeks ago, with Sam, Tucker, and Jazz all present behind him, their postures protective and their eyes narrowed. After her and Jack had "accepted" him, he had confessed they'd had a plan in place in case things didn't go well. That confession had only sealed her convictions. Maddie had talked with Jack in the safety of the GAV that very night.

They didn't want to hurt Danny; the fact that they had let whatever this was happen was already proof of their failings, but they wanted to make sure they never did anything like that again. But they also couldn't just let Danny continue fighting like this, couldn't continue letting him feed the ghostly parasite or whatever else it was that had made him like this. Maddie was certain it wasn't a ghost, let alone his ghost; someone couldn't be dead and alive at the same time, no matter what Danny might claim. She needed to figure it out. She needed to help cure her baby boy from this. She wouldn't go against his will, of course, especially when some of the procedures they would need to do would be rather invasive. No, Maddie and Jack would wait for him to come to them, to let them fix this. Fix their mistake.

Winning Danny's trust back involved letting him be openly ghostly around them. That, in turn, involved him introducing them to "ghost culture," and of course, the first place he brought him in the Ghost Zone was a two hour ride in the Specter Speeder to a place just below zero. He'd told them all about the Far Frozen on the trip, about what he had done for them and what they had done for him. He'd stayed as a human for the full duration, and Maddie had nearly made her palms bleed with how hard she had dug her nails into them. Not for the content of the stories, though they were certainly horrifying for a mother to hear, but because of what his talking was doing to him. She hadn't seen him talk so passionately about something in years (she couldn't remember a time after the accident, after he was infected with this half-ghost disease) and watching as her child, her sick, human child became more ghostly? It took every shed of willpower for her not to do something, anything.

She'd seen him transform into Phantom, of course, but that was so different. There was a distinct difference between Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom. The visible differences, of course, but also their attitude, their posture, their mannerism. But the more Danny talked, the more traits of Phantom started leaking through. The confident, joking tone he used to taunt the hostile ghosts contaminating his voice in a much more subtle, softer way. The solid set of his shoulders, so unlike the horrible posture he normally had. And then there was the visible differences; how he had started floating a few inches off the ground after thirty minutes into the trip, not even pausing his sentence, as if he hadn't even realized. The way his hair started to drift as if it was underwater, the way the freckles that had only grown darker with age began to glow a faint green.

It had been difficult for her to not try and stop him, or at the very least look away, but she managed. She had to. For Danny. So Maddie had held Jack's hand tight, him squeezing her just as hard back, and her other hand clasped even tighter.

Danny had made such a big fuss about making sure they both wore plenty of winter gear, but hadn't bothered to wear any himself. In fact, he'd rushed out of the Specter Speeder the moment they landed, transforming into Phantom only after the snow began to impede his running, directly into the arms of a monster. It was a yeti, one who introduced itself as Frostbite with teeth barred and clawed hand extended. But Danny was positively beaming on its left, clinging onto its fur like he used to do to her when they went to the grocery store when he was little. So Maddie had smiled back, told it her name, and did the closest thing to shaking its hand she could when it was nearly four sizes bigger than hers. Jack fared better, but not by much.

Now Danny was playing some kind of snow tag with some of the younger yetis, who were still so much bigger than him. She could barely see him from where she stood at the entrance to a heated igloo, the falling snow covering her vision. But she clenched her teeth and smiled anyway. All of this was for Danny.

"You know," Frostbite's voice boomed from her right, and she backed up into Jack, slipping into a fighting stance. The yeti held its hands up. Slowly Maddie forced herself into a more relaxed position, even though her muscles were still tensed. "I apologize, I didn't mean to startle you."

Maddie turned her strained smile to him. "Don't worry about it."

"Would you like me to continue?" Frostbite asked. Maddie gave a terse nod. "As I was saying, ghosts develop the ability to taste emotions after a certain point. The Great One has not yet developed that ability, but with the way he gains new powers, I believe it will be happening sooner rather than later." She looked to Jack, who was on her left, his expression of panic mirroring hers. "I'm sure you both can guess what I'm bringing this to your attention."

"I..." Maddie trailed off as her mind started whirring. If what this thing was saying was true, and she was tempted to believe it was, then whatever it was that was stuck in Danny might try and use it to turn him against them. If that happened, they would never be able to work to get the whatever it was out of him. Maybe her and Jack could find a way to block this ability somehow, in an attempt to buy time? 

"I understand that you are concerned about him," Frostbite said. "It is only natural for parents to be concerned about their child. But your fears are misplaced."

"He thinks he's dead," Jack said, his normally loud voice quiet. "He thinks he's dead because of us, and you think we're wrong?"

"Not exactly," Frostbite replied slowly, raising his hand to scratch at his chin. The action was odd, far too human on his large, fur covered form. "Your feelings are right, but the target of them is not."

"And what do you mean by that?" Maddie snapped. 

"Look at him," Frostbite said, gesturing towards Danny. At some point in the last few minutes, him and the other yetis had stopped their game of tag to instead start working on what appeared to be a snow yeti. The yeti children were focusing on creating or packing the snow into the general shape. Danny and a few of the bigger, older looking yeti's were taking on the detailed work. It wasn't the prettiest snow person. It was lopsided, and no matter how long they spent, they didn't seem able to get the horns to look right. Despite this, he was laughing, perched on top of a yeti's shoulders, and the other yeti's surrounding him were just as joyful. "Does that look like someone who is sick?"

Maddie bit her lip. Danny was still in his self proclaimed ""ghost form," so her knee jerk reaction was to say yes, of course he looked sick. He was paler than any healthy person should be, and he glowed that horrid green, and his teeth were too sharp. She pushed that initial reaction aside, and looked closer, past her personal biases. His teeth were visible because he was smiling so wide. He had glowed like that on the ride here, when he'd been excited, happy. His skin was pale, but so was his friend's Sam. It never bothered him, and with him being more open with them now, he acted more energetic, more full of life, than he had even before the accident. 

"No." Maddie met Jack's eyes.

"He doesn't," Jack finished.

"My point exactly," Frostbite said with a nod. "I understand that you are scientists, correct?" Maddie and Jack nodded at him. "Then I understand that you will require more than just this to put your worries aside. If you would like, we have The Great One's medical records. As his guardian's you are welcome to view them, and I would be happy to explain them to you."

"We would like that," she said. Frostbite started to walk away, and Maddie and Jack followed after him.

[shadow-pixelle]

Tim was pretty sure the lack of caffeine was to blame for this situation.

Sure, he hadn’t slept for something like sixty hours- sixty three hours thirteen minutes but who was counting- but he’d been planning on having another cup of coffee before heading out on patrol, because that way none of the Bats could corner him about what he was drinking and start interrogating him on when he’d slept last. Except when he’d gotten back to the Nest to start suiting up he’d gotten an email about some of the stuff he was working on for W.E., so he’d stopped to look at that, and then suddenly it was time to patrol and stopping for coffee would mean he was late, and that meant that he’d get interrogated anyway, so Tim had just suited up and gotten moving.

And then he’d gotten jumped by a cult, of all things.

--

Tim Drake-Wayne was slowly drowning.

Somehow, being sacrificed to a god-monster-ghost was the thing that saves him.

(Nocturn would really like to know who was failing to take care of this child.)

-x-

Event fic posted!

This fic was written for the 2024 Insert Title Here event, where you handed out fic titles, got three of your own back, and wrote fics based on them! This is the first of my two fills, a Danny PhantomxDC crossover fic with multiple chapters!

I'm not sure when I'll be writing the rest of the fic, since I am pretty busy and full of fics, but this is chapter one and I hope you enjoy it enough to wait around a bit!

[snaileer]

New Danny Phantom Idea

Ghostly reversal!

Danny phantom but he’s a Zone-borne ghost who was trying to learn teleportation/portals at the same time the Fentons tried to open their portal.

And now he’s half-human!! And he can’t go too long without turning back into a human, which makes him fall through stuff in the zone.

So he starts to spend some more time in the Living Realm- sorry, Earth- and he meets some really cool mortal people, this one reminds him of Technus and this one looks like Ember but less blue and more plants.(What’s a goth?)

And they’re working to help him figure out this whole living thing. Who knew you had to eat and they couldn’t just absorb their atmosphere. Weirdos..

And of course, because he’s now in this crazy new world with all these new things to explore and what do you mean you have a place you can learn about it!!

So Danny starts going to school, except it’s kinda hard with his ghost friends coming through all the time to hang out. (Danny doesn’t really get why the people give him such weird looks for coming in when the front teacher person is already talking)

“What’s your name then kid?”

“Uh… Danny..?”

The Jock raised an eyebrow, “Danny…what, no last name loser?”

Danny froze glancing at the new human friends he’d made, both of which were freaking out and of no help.

A head of red hair blocked his vision.

“Danny fenton. He’s my little brother, Dash. Back off.”

“Danny Fenton. That’s me….” He gave a little wave as the Jock stomped off.

The new red head girl turned around with curiosity in her gaze, “Nice to meet you little brother, I have questions.”

And of course Jazz…. Well she’s just interested to see what ghosts are actually like.

From the first ghost to ever live.

[vulnonapix1234]

Consider: Frostbite calls Danny "my boy", because he felt so uncomfortable with all the titles he was given that he stopped visiting for a while.

I want to believe that frostbite is thorn on Danny's entire existence.

Yes, he is the hero written in the prophecy and a powerful ghost, but he is also a child.

A cub without a pack to protect him.

Who was there to hold him warm at night?

Who would play with him?

Who would guide him?

So yeah. I want to think that danny gets adopted into the pack.

He has to visit at least once a week, or he gets an tearful phone call.

It leads to Danny smelling permanently like a wet dog, but its honestly not the worst thing that happened to him.

(Also, Dani stays with the pack for the most of the time)

[crowswithize]

Random DP Xover Interactions 1:

Characters: Frostbite and John Constantine inspired by a FranticFanfic round made with @gremlin-bot and @queensilver

London days might bring a shiver to those unfamiliar, far-from-home tourists who wandered themselves to the cobbled streets. John Constantine found himself staring at the shaking tourists with learned disdain before remembering the task at hand.

For even on frequent cold days, there shouldn't be a blizzard during the summer.

He stifles his cigarette on a nearby tree as he approaches a hulking figure in front of him. Most people would have turned and fled upon seeing the massive, white-furred creature standing in front of them, but not John. With reluctance in his step, he approached the hulking figure, ready to do whatever it took to get to the bottom of the bloody mess that lay before him.

"Humans should not smoke," the figure says, a natural gruffness in his voice. Their ice hand, so transparent you could see bone, crackled as it configured into a point.

"And it shouldn't be a winter wonderland in June, now should it?" John snarks back, waving a hand as if introducing the beast to the white blankets.

The yeti softens just a little, for whatever unfathomable reason.

"Now are you the chap that decided 'wouldn't it be a great idea to freeze everybody's tits off'?"

John manifests a fireball for a bit of flare. To add to the insanity, the yeti once again stares fondly. Honestly, what sort of magical creature is this, to listen to threats as if to listen to a baby's coo?

"Not I, dear, wizard," the yeti announces and his very voice chills the air more. "A subject of my zone has crossed into this mortal realm to seek havoc on those who once vilified us."

A part of John froze. The terminology used here has implications, you see. The blueish glow of the yeti and the use of mortals, as if they were not of this realm at all. A once-over, imbued with magical sight, confirms all Constantine feared. Somehow, someway, he's dealing with the ghost of a yeti hailing from the Infinite Realms. Not only that but a leader of a zone too.

"Ah," he replied intellectually. "So one of yours decided to go full Jack Frost on London, huh?"

"That is indeed right, wizard."

"Ain't a wizard, yeti. A detective is what-," the wind cuts him off briefly, another chilling gust accompanied by the roaring sound.

"-I am," he finishes lamely.

The yeti looks over the man's shoulder, eyesight somehow locking onto the noise.

"A detective, then. May I have your name?"

"John Constantine. And you, big fella?" He makes a turn, trying to find where the yeti is looking at. As exhausting as it sounds, he'll most likely have to work with him. Infinite Realm ghosts were tricky business after all.

"Frostbite, Leader of the Realm of the Far Frozen," he says with a great amount of pride.

Within a second, the cigarette John holds lights and he takes a long drag.

"Well, Frosty, I hope you don't mind portals because we're going into that blizzard now." He slashes his lit cig in the air, leaving a trail of red that opens up into a full-sized gateway.

He stares back at the Frostbite and really thinks the beastie's insane. A wide, toothy smile and a burst of boisterous laughter escape him as he gives a hefty pat on John's back. With that, he skids forward through the portal to face the next disaster he has to deal with.

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

Shattered Identity

Chapter one. Chapter two. Chapter three. Chapter four. Chapter five Chapter six. Chapter seven. Chapter eight. Chapter nine.

Chapter Ten (Final Chapter): Dead men and living men tell tales.

It was a surrealized landscape of his once familiar home. The way the surroundings waved in the world's most intense heat haze, the pinkish orange hues of the sky contrasted to the bluish grays of the melting Amity Park, the sidewalk squished under Danny's feet like warm mud. …Well, it wasn't his feet, not technically anyway. He wasn't controlling the copy of Vlad, just seeing what it was seeing and feeling what it was feeling. He assumed that this would what it would be like to be lucid while being overshadowed, still aware but just along for the ride.

Danny was worried about this, it was only annoyingly hot to him, he knew why and how he and the copy was surviving this, but what about the people? How could THEY survive thousand-degree heat?! In stark contrast, Vlad's copy and Vlad himself remained perfectly, scarily calm.

He saw his parents' RV stuck in the road, it's tires screeching occasionally to free itself from the melted mess that they were trying to drive on. His father even got out of the vehicle, got behind it, and tried to push it free with little success. His mother also got out and looked at the road-gunk in the tires with some kind of thermometer.

He was as confused as he was relieved. How were they surviving this..?

But the copy wasn't there to linger on these mysteries, only to make sure they weren't getting hurt before going after his real target…

At the same time as the copy was on a manhunt, there was a journey to the supernatural tundra going on at the same time.

The halfa trio didn't go to the Far Frozen without a vehicle, sure, even despite the injuries the older two sustained, they could've flown there themselves and it would've been faster, but it would've been beyond stupid for them to do so when the recovering teen would've had to be carried for miles by either a tiny girl or a frail hospital patient, neither of which had that much endurance and it would've been very dangerous to expose the ghost who just shattered his own core to the elements.

But as they got closer and closer to their destination, Dani was starting to feel unsure about bringing Vlad here in the first place. Sure, right now he was the one driving and he would have an easier time explaining what happened to Frostbite, but it seemed that even though the temperatures inside weren't too high or low, Vlad was seemingly getting weaker the colder it got outside.

It made sense to her, he was the one who said that fire and ice don't mix well…

“We're here.” The older teen in the gold sweater alerted the younger two as he parked the submarine-like device, unbuckled his seat belt, and used the chair as balance. “Now we just need to find Frost-”

“…Maybe you should stay inside, I'll find Frostbite and tell him everything.” Dani gently pushed the scrawny older teen back in his seat and handed him one of the blankets in the supply box. “In fact, I'll bring him here, you look like could use a check-up too.”

He looked like he wanted to protest but knew it would be a loosing battle, especially given both his own current condition and Danny's. As Danielle left, Vlad got back up and limped over to Danny's position to check on him, carefully unwrapping the bandages on the boy's face and neck with the intent of checking his vitals, only for the boy to cough, gag, and sputter as soon as his head was free.

Danny felt disoriented as no longer covered up, he adjusted to seeing out of his own eyes instead of Vlad's or his copy's. What made it worse was that every time he closed his eyes, he saw out of either Vlad's or the copy's.

Every time he blinked he either saw himself or saw the melted Amity Park.

“How do you manage to keep a copy up for so long?” The former cocoon muttered, still blinking the double-triple vision out of his eyes.

“Oh good, you're not dead.” The silver haired teen gave him a thumb's up.

“Did you spend half the trip here putting extra wrappings on me?” Danny returned him an unamused look while trying to wriggle his limbs free from the tightly-wrapped bandages.

“No, I think the ectoplasm on them got denser as they dried out.” Vlad thought out loud as he helped Danny free his limbs from the bandages, ignoring the boy's exaggerated gagging for both of their sakes. “Anyway, how are you feeling? Scale of one to ten, how much pain are you in?”

"Uh.. two I think?" Danny shimmied the rest of the bandages off and shook his head. "Listen, that's not what I'm worried about right now, something weird happened, I started..? Feeling what you're feeling?"

"…Literally or metaphorically?"

"Literally."

"Apple pie a la mode…" He 'cursed' under his breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Great, he's feeling side effects already, at the very least they were already here and could get that fixed.

"…And I can see out of your eyes and the copy's eyes. What the heck are you doing in Amity?!"

In that moment, Danny discovered a new emotion by feeling it emanating from the other halfa. The only way the hero could manage to describe it was internal screaming but made out of static and maybe grief too?

"I can explain." The older teen's voice cracked a bit, betraying his attempt to sound calm and collected as if Danny's current ability to sense what he was feeling didn't already do that.

The teen hero crossed his arms with a raised eyebrow, not sure he *could* explain but what else could he do but listen.

"I was going to reveal Vlad's secret at the funeral-"

"WHAT?!" Danny gawked. "That's the worst idea I've ever heard! In case you forgot: YOU'RE Vlad! And if you're posing as your own son, they'll figure you out-"

"Give me a second to explain." He rolled his eyes. "Your parents are the ones who made the gun, if they knew that they killed a human being with it, one that they knew personally, do you think that they would keep it around?"

"No..."

"Exactly, because at the end of the day, regardless of how they would feel about me if they knew about Plasmius when I was 'alive', they would have to live with the fact that they designed something that killed a *person* instead of a *ghost*."

"Speaking of ghosts, what about the ghosts you invited? What do they have to do with this?"

"In their case, the funeral's just a way to bribe them into not stirring any trouble. Everybody gets their own slice of the pie and if they want more, they'll have to fight each other for it instead of me or Dani. I've divided up the will in a way where if any of them was unhappy with what they got, attacking us would make the least amount of sense."

Danny nodded in thought, in hindsight, he was probably right about his previous assumptions on Vlad's social ghost life; he probably only knew the Dairy king and vultures on a personal level and that was because they lived together.

"Now for the wrench the guys in white threw into the mix; they don't care about humans. They won't give two flying figs if they knew they killed a human being in their attempt to destroy a ghost so... different measures and precautions need to be taken."

"Uh huh, and how does turning Amity park into a gooey mess do that?"

"That can be reversed. (...I think)" Vlad waved it off which didn't convince Danny in the slightest. "And what it does is introduce a sense of hopelessness in them."

"Hopelessness?"

Danny blinked in confusion, also seeing through Vlad's double's eyes at the same time, watching the figure starting to let the previously encased GIW being freed by him which only added to the said confusion. If he just left them in the melted cement he might get it, but freeing them? How could that be hopelessness?

"Despite all their weapons, all their training, all their funding... They've been knocked down and put at the mercy of a single, sickly, ghost." Vlad smirked. "I've shown them what I can be capable of without even doing it. They saw the readings on their scanners before they melted into unusable pieces of smoldering plastic and metal, they've seen my effects on their territory first hand: They can see that it took more energy from me to keep everyone that town alive during that heatwave than it would take to let everyone in it burn to a melted mess that mixed with the roads and buildings, they can imagine what would ensue if I *chose* not to-"

The black haired boy took a cautious step back from the older teen, starting to feel nervous with his demeanor and mentally reminded that lost memories or not, potential inner change or not, this was still very much Vlad.

He seemed to notice this hesitation and cleared his throat to play it off.

"O-of course it was just a bluff that luckily they didn't see through."

"…Are your memories coming back or did you go through a very weird mid-life crisis mixed with teen angst while you were left alone?"

"Er- Well, I think a few might have returned…" Vlad wrung his hands nervously while avoiding Danny's suspicious stare.

Both were very grateful that Danielle returned with Frostbite in tow.

"Great one! Thank goodness you're stable!" The former worry on the yetis face melted off as soon as he saw him. "When the little one explained what happened, I was expecting the worst…"

"It's fine, really! Vlad stopped it from breaking me just as the shot hit." He gestured to the shivering ghost burrito who was quietly begging them to close the door behind them as the cold was getting let in.

"I see…" The yeti's gaze drifted to the frail former villain.

While he shouldn't have been surprised to see him like this, he… couldn't help it. It was true that the nature of his core was unpredictable at the time, part of him assumed that the core would retain well… 'core' values to the broken ghost, so he was anticipating (or maybe hoping) that he would try to retain his power by sacrificing his memories. Frostbite remembered the disgruntled would-be conqueror the first time they met, a man that sought after power, so why would his subconscious throw what power he did have away? Was it just really bad luck or was there something so much more important to him that he was willing to sacrifice to protect..?

Vlad covered himself up more with the blanket, starting to feel self conscious about the giant Yeti's staring. "We came to give him a more thorough check up." he gestured in hopes of keeping the snowy leader's attention back on the boy. "It was the first procedure of its kind and done impulsively."

"And we also need to look over his core." Danielle added, pointing at the halfa burrito. "Because he shattered it like an idiot to do the procedure in the first place."

"…So soon after he just narrowly survived that weapon's attack?" Frostbite cringed in sympathy and turned back to Vlad. "How did you even survive that? In fact, how did you survive getting your core shattered at all…?!"

"Okay, I get it! I was incredibly stupid and it's entirely possible that the only reason why I'm alive today is most likely the will of a potentially sadistic god that refuses to let me die and stay dead.” His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and annoyance. "But in my defense, what other options did I have?! Let him die while wasting precious time looking for a healthy donor? Create an artificial core via cloning which is a delicate process that, and I cannot stress this enough, is *not* a quick process? Will an ice core part out of thin air? I'm not a miracle worker darn it! Now, can we please just get this over with?"

Frostbite nodded and looked over Danny's core, It looked a little different from the last time he saw it as it had fully elementally matured and there was a faint pinkish spot on the otherwise icy blue surface but it was smooth all over, not a single crack in sight and it was a healthy, strong color.

If he didn't know the context behind the spot, he'd assume it was just the core equivalent of a birthmark or something.

"All of these are great signs" Frostbite smiled. "You might not even have to deal with any problems at all given how quickly your case was treated and how the shard is adapting to the rest of your core."

"That's good." Danny let out a relieved sigh he didn't know he was holding in. "…But do you think there's going to be any long term side effects from this? I've been seeing out of his eyes when I close mine and feel what he feels… am I going to get powers normally exclusive to Vlad? Fire ones for example?"

"Although this…" He gestured to the boys in general "is very uncharted territory, I suspect that 'seeing what he sees' and 'feeling what he feels' is temporary and will stop as your core and body adapts the donated parts to themselves as sees them as yours rather than his. As for gaining other powers… That would depend on a variety of factors, like the overall health and medical history of the donor's core-"

"…Chocolate cheesecake, I think I just condemned that boy to a fate worse than death." Vlad muttered under his breath as Frostbite continued.

"-your own health and medical history, and how your own core adjusts to the donated piece. And if you do get any powers from the donor, I wouldn't expect them to be particularly strong ones. Especially ones that would conflict with your own core."

"So no fire powers?"

"No fire powers." The yeti cracked an amused smile.

"Got it."

"Now for you…" Frostbite looked over Vlad's own core. "OH DEAR ANCIENTS!"

"What?" He held up the broken melting core as if nothing was wrong. "It usually looks like this, just give it some more time to meld together again. and it'll be just fine."

It was the most horrifying yet beautiful thing the Chief of the far frozen had ever seen; a broken core fusing itself back together with a spectral substance that resembled lava. He could tell that it had been shattered before, in fact, the subtle cracks on the visible molten layers of it seemed to imply that it was broken apart several times before. While it was a mature core, there were parts of it that seemed stunted, especially the elemental aspects, if he didn't know any better, he'd ask if they were intentionally damaged. As he looked at it more, he wracked his brain for any explanation but couldn't find any…

"Forgive me if this sounds …antagonistic but how in the infinite realms are you still alive?! Your core is... It's almost as if it's held together with nothing but luck and faith!"

"I..." The first halfa stared at his own mending core for a bit, not finding an answer for the guardian of the infinite map as he started to loose himself in his thoughts. Over the course of twenty years, how many times did he survive something that could've killed a human being? Could've killed a ghost? How many times did his illness do him in? How many creatures was he mauled by? How many close calls did he have in battle? How did he survive the fire in the hospital..? How did he survive the drowning after? Could he die? Or was he cursed to always feel the pain of death but never the release afterwards- How was he still alive? "...I don't know..."

"...Vlad..?" Dani hesitantly tapped him on the shoulder.

The silver haired boy shook his head as if shaking out water and put his core back into his body.

"So... healthy color and the cracks are mending, I take it that means I need a lot of rest and to not push myself too hard, but there's nothing to worry about after it's fixed, right?" He nervously smiled at the yeti.

"I... Well... I want to say 'yes' as in this case you know your core better than anyone else ever will. But frankly, I think we should arrange further visits just in case."

"...While we're here and doing checkups, what about her? I mean, just to make sure."

The yeti gave him a look as he was suspecting that he was just trying to hide himself from him, but did so anyway, inspecting the light yellow core the smallest of them had...

___

The town was still healing from the 'unknown ghost attack' when the funeral was being held.

Danny hated it here, but he put up with the annoying suit, and his father bawling before the main part of the funeral itself even started, and 'Jack' Masters copying himself so that Patient Zero could also attend despite the headache Vlad copying himself now caused him (The pair running around with chickens like their heads cut off in their attempts to make sure that the funeral was going smoothly was also incredibly obnoxious and even a little headache inducing when he could see out of their eyes every time he blinked), and the weird tense atmosphere made by exclusively inviting ghosts and ghost hunters (and their immediate family), and the feeling in his gut that this was a ticking time bomb about to go off, and-

Frankly, the boy internally wished that he pretended to be sick to get out of it, but part of him was also curious as to how his parents would react to the news.

At the very least it wasn't all misery here, the decorations weren't as obnoxiously packers themed as he anticipated, the food was nice, and it was always... well *something* to see how ghosts behaved during temporary truces. He'd say it was 'nice' but that didn't feel like the right adjective for it.

Comfy? Maybe?

No, that didn't feel quite right either, especially given the funeral's hosts behavior.

Most of the ghosts came and went, paying their respects and leaving with an envelope given to them by Jack Masters, but some of them stayed after receiving their envelope.

When the funeral attendees were cut down to just the hosts, the Fentons, the Grays, the Vultures, the Dairy King, Skulker, Ember, Amorpho, and Walker, the lights started to dim and what seemed to be a ghost-power dampening fence lit up.

"Hey, Danny," Dani nudged him "just a head's up, the open mic speeches are going to start soon."

"It's an open mic funeral?" Danny raised an eyebrow. "Are you guys sure that's a good idea?"

"I figured it might lighten the mood after the reveal."

As he opened his mouth to ask what she meant by 'after', the screen lit up, showing the recording of the 'deceased' Vlad Masters adjusting the camera pointed at him and clearing his throat before speaking.

"If you are watching this, it means that you deserve answers to questions that I couldn't give you when I was alive for one reason or another." The AI spoke and moved in a stiff way, but in the sense of stiff in which many would just assume that the man was reading from a script. And, well, they wouldn't be *wrong*... "Starting from where it all began: Twenty years ago, I got into a terrible accident that I survived, but it cost me my life. I can't explain how I both died and lived in any way more meaningful than showing you."

The black rings appeared and as Masters turned to Plasmius, the remaining funeral attendees were in shock but some got in an uproar.

Jack Fenton stared at the screen in disbelief, this entire time... His best Friend was a ghost! So many things made so much more sense but only raised more and more questions the more he thought about it.

Maddie shared her husband's disbelief and enlightenment, At one time, Vlad was also her friend and now his bizarre change from the man he used to be to the... strange obsessive creature that disrespected her and her husband made so much more sense. He was a GHOST the whole time! Any humanity he had probably decayed to nothing when he isolated himself from them! Too focused on the reveal itself than the notion that she had killed her own old friend, she also looked to the silver haired teen who was currently running the funeral as well as his bandaged doppelganger, noticing how the two seemed to resemble the late billionaire and the Wisconsin Ghost...

Jack Masters paused the recording as he noticed the brewing discord, they didn't seem to notice him do that.

Skulker always knew about Masters, but not that he used to be half human. He felt like such an Idiot! All this time! The ultimate catch was his goddamn client!

The Dairy King already knew this, but was caught off guard to learn that both the humans and ghosts were reacting like this was so unusual and surprising. ...In hindsight, maybe he was a little *too* ignorant of the goings on in the ghost zone...

Valerie already knew this secret and was mildly disappointed to learn that he died before she could make good on her promise to hunt him down, but relieved to know that he'd never hurt or trick another soul. She what *did* surprise her was that he was planning to tell others, that he was going to tell her considering that she was invited...

"THAT SONNOVA- HE'S BEEN BAILING *HIMSELF* OUT OF MY JAIL ALL THIS TIME!" Walker exclaimed at the screen with righteous fury, breaking the silence.

"Care to elaborate?" Dani handed the irate ghost cop the microphone and gestured to the podium.

Still clearly mad, but somewhat willing to humor her, he marched up there and started to speak.

"I should know better than to speak ill of someone who's died their second death, especially so soon, but this sorry son of a gun has been a thorn in my side the day I first arrested him." He pointed at the closed coffin. "I can't believe he's managed to pull the wool over mine and my boys' eyes all this goddamned time! He's been arrested a handful of times for theft, artifact robbery, assault on officers of Ghost Law, bio-terrorism, and unleashing powerful forces of mass destruction."

Maddie, Jack, and Valerie were more confused by the notion of ghosts having a law system that somewhat mirrored the human world's law system then the fact that Vlad was arrested by ghost cops before.

"No matter how high I set the bail, Mr. Masters always paid it in full, in cash, with the smuggest damn smile on his face. Part of me always kinda suspected that it was a game to him, when he showed up to pay, he *always* showed up in a solid gold limo in the gaudiest gold and green outfits I've ever seen in my life and I couldn't do CRAP about it because whenever I tried to make something he did that annoyed me against the rules, HE'D do something twice as annoying to bug me even more by following my rules exactly to the letter but never the spirit."

Danny couldn't help it and burst out laughing at the mental image of the escalating ridiculousness in the Bail war between his 'dead' nemesis and the Prison Ghost.

"Yeah, yeah, yuk it up in the bastard's absence since he can't get the last laugh in person.."

Walker rolled his eyes, but was sobered out of the blind fury to be reminded by his surroundings that this was still a funeral, an event which one needed to be respectful at, even if it was the funeral of someone who made a complete mockery out of him in 'life'.

"I guess it's a little funny..." He tried to play it off. "I never once thought I'd be attending this thing in the first place until I read his letter. It's corny in hindsight, but it talked about how apparently, I was the first to discriminate against him for what he did instead of what he was, and that while he hated me as much as I hated him, he was at least grateful for that bit. I didn't know what he meant back then, even now, I still don't know what he meant, but something about it... stuck with me."

He looked back at the closed casket and sighed before grabbing a glass and raising it up.

"Shine on you crazy diamond, I hope the cops you're punching down in the inferno deserve it and you find other people who hate you for the reasons you want to be hated."

The second he finished his speech, he walked off stage, handing the mic to the next person who came up, Jack.

"I was there during the accident that had cost my old friend his humanity." He spoke into the mic with a somber tone. "We were best friends before it happened, roommates, and lab partners too. Some days, it felt like it was just me and him against the world back then..." The man softly smiled at the old memories. "On the day itself, it was an accident... His face was up against the portal's rim, I think he was inspecting the structural integrity, Mads was double-checking the calculations and I, I didn't notice that he was so close to the portal, I didn't hear that the calculations were wrong, I thought that this was the moment, and I turned it on without thinking of the consequences or how drastic they could really be. I can only wish that I knew this sooner, I have so many questions about this that only he can answer, but I know he never would've told me if he was alive for one reason or another. I know he blamed me for the accident back then, and he's not entirely wrong... Vladdie.. If you can hear me... I just want to say I'm sorry-"

Amorpho pushed him off the stage and took the mic in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

"The first time and place we met was Sardinia, Italy, 1998, I think it was march 8th, but don't hold me to it. I was doing what I do best before I noticed that there was a witness trailing me. I wasn't worried, very few places outside of this town think ghosts are real so I figured nobody would believe him if he tried to tell, but he did something unexpected when he did finally catch me." The ghost vividly explained as if he was the narrator in a detective noir film. "He gave me his card and said 'keep this number, I could use your skills in the future'. I'm dumbfounded but keep it anyway because I don't see the harm in it. A few months later, I get a call, it's the same guy from back then, he says he has a 'job' for me. I'm typically not the guy to go to for commissions, but it's hard to turn down easy money, especially when it's a ton of it. I never knew about Plasmius to begin with, but in hindsight I guess we shouldn't be surprised that a human has closer ties to ghosts then we all think when that human has a portal to the ghost zone in their basement."

The attention-craving prankster was happily drinking in his audience's suspenseful stares as he continued to build up for the punchline.

"Masters and I had a strictly professional, non-homosexual, business-type relationship when he was around and it was something of an enigma. At times, I felt like a gun-for-hire with all the secrecy and the terms used. 'Your target is X', 'Use the Russian Script', 'Your payment will be delivered in an unmarked PO box in Blank Street at 2am', stuff like that. The jobs themselves are simple, the type that really, he himself could do and it's frankly a little weird that he went through all the effort to get little ol' me to do it for him. At first, I don't think much of it, why question a gift horse and all that, but I am everything, including curious, so one day, after a job, I show up to where he plans to pay me early and wait. Masters shows up in casual clothes and puts the payment in before looking around and leaving, but instead of taking the money and going my own separate way, I tail him to see what all the fuss is about, to answer the questions I have for why he paid me to do what I did to so many people..."

When he could tell all of them were hooked, he knew it was time to deliver. He changed to the Deceased man's form but still spoke with his own voice.

"All the strange jobs, all the secrecy, the payments, why he picked me out of every other ghost in the world... It all made sense the second I overheard what he said when something he was working on fell apart right in front of his eyes; 'Pumpkin pie'. He was hiring me to use actual cusswords at people when he decided his food swears weren't strong enough!" The shapeshifter wearing Vlad's face cracked up. "Honestly, I think this makes him the funniest rich person I've ever met," He cleared his throat and started using Vlad's voice. "'Yes I have no qualms about committing arson or committing various forms of fraud, but the FUCK word? Absolutely not, I have STANDARDS. I *need* to pay a ghost to wear my face and use my voice to commit this heinous deed in my place, I will gladly walk to hell for my war crimes, but I refuse to go to there for saying 'bitchass' of all things'."

He took a bow and drank in his audience's laughter as he wrapped up his own speech and switched back to his 'default' state, handing the mic to the next person who came up.

"I don't know who this guy even is and to be blunt, I don't really care about his half-human-ness at all really." She shrugged. "But, I do know his relative, Zero. And Zero's one of the most ride or die friends someone could ever ask for. He and I died in the same hospital wing twenty-ish years ago. He was in for a facial reconstruction surgery gone wrong, I was in because my house burned down and they were trying to resuscitate me. ...It didn't work out well for either of us and we died, but got to know each other pretty well. The kid's a mad genus, great at playing the drums, made some of the best macaroni pizzas out there, and really helped me out of some pretty rocky times. And sure, Plasmius isn't the *greatest* person out there and all that, but you know what, if he's even half as cool as Zero was, then he's a pretty good guy in my books."

She tossed the mic into the crowd like it was a bouquet at a wedding and Skulker caught it and went up.

"Unfortunately, I cannot say the same regarding my own relationship with him." The ghost hunting ghost started. "Plasmius and I had known each other for a very long time and I didn't consider him a just client who is knowledgeable about engineering himself, but a friend. Unfortunately, he was a friend who hid something that would've changed everything. I would have killed him and hung his pelt on the wall had I known the truth. All this time I assumed he was just one of those ghosts who disguised themselves as a human and lived among them for whatever reason instead, he was playing me like a fiddle for his own survival. It's one thing to made a fool of by a target once or twice, but for as long as I've known him?! Mark my words, Plasmius, if you AREN'T dead, then so help me I will finish the job."

Skulker narrowed his eyes to the coffin and left the podium and the mic, leaving it for the next person to take it.

"He changed my life the day it all went downhill. I got a suit from him in the mail and a bunch of ghost hunting supplies. I didn't know his motives, or anything about him at all at that point. ...I still don't know his motives now, but I figured him out before today, when he thought no one was looking, I found out that Phantom was right and he WAS playing me for a fool all this time. He was playing both sides, ghosts and humans all this time..." Valerie shook her head. "Part of me's still mad about it, but honestly, now that I know that there are other ghosts that were gunning him just for being human- or half-human, I can't say it surprises me that he became what he was."

She kept her speech short, not wanting to bring up any bad memories around Dani, or to give her a hard time about the nature of what she and Vlad happened to be. It wasn't her fault that she was half human and half ghost after all...

Jack Masters was the final person to take the microphone.

"It's kinda crazy how fate and the world and all that play out sometimes... I originally came down to Amity to live with my dad and learn more about him since my mom never really talked about him. ...Boy did I get a lot more than what I bargained for." He nervously chuckled as he picked at the sleeves of his sweater. "I never got to meet him and talk face to face, he died before I ever got the chance to meet him as a person. But I found his journals, his letters that went unsent, and... I found all of you. I've learned a lot about who Vladimir Masters is and was, the good, the bad, and the downright weird, from all of you over the short time I've known you. And for that, I just want to say my thanks, thank you for attending, thank you for your rage, your bittersweet words, and your stories about who the deceased was in your eyes. ...I'm sure all of us here can agree that not everyone saw the same man, but all of us can agree that he was kinda a hot mess and if he's out there somewhere... ...he still is."

The rest of the funeral went as planned, the rest of the video left unplayed, some attendees shared more humorous stories as tension died down, and the burial went smoothly, but after the last of the ghosts left, Danny and Dani found Jack Masters outside the funeral home staring off into space, feeling a sense of exhaustion that the teenage hero could definitely understand.

"Oh, hey, I was wondering where you went." He sat beside the silver haired teen.

"Hey Danny, Dani." he halfheartedly waved. "Got enough of the catering?"

"Yeah..."

"...So now what do we do?" The black haired girl spoke up.

"I've been thinking that myself. Now that the funeral's over, now that I can rest assured that Jack and Maddie likely won't keep that thing around, now that the ghost thing has been handled... what do we do from here? I mean- I know there's the obvious; I need to fix whatever's going on with my core and head, find a ghost-therapist, *maybe* see a physical doctor too... It's pretty clear I can't keep living how I used to live, but I don't know how to live now. I don't know how to take care of anyone like this, let alone myself."

"Well, we can still take care of each other." Dani offered as she floated by him. "I don't see why we should stop just because the funeral's handled."

"Wait, you really want to stay? Despite everything..?"

"Yes, but I'm serious about the therapist!"

Jack half chuckled in response to her pouting expression.

"I mean it!"

"Are you leaving two for Colorado or Wisconsin or just staying here?"

"I figured it only makes sense to stay." He shrugged. "The mansion is still intact and nobody's going to be surprised that the only living heirs of the Masters fortune got the place. Besides, there's no point to me giving up the cats."

"Well, if you're looking for something to keep your hands busy, dad told me to tell you that that apprenticeship offer is still on the table." Danny handed him the Fentonworks Business card.

Jack Masters smiled, despite the uncertainty, there was always something he could count on.

[tecla-chave]

Danny forgot to use his core again, and Far frozen is always in a blizzard

[qben1995]

💙🤍 Frostbite 💙🤍

[hugsandchaos]

[krossan]

just me having fun coloring some sketches

[haniel]

adult ghosts who care for little ghost

[saphushia]

i sat down intending to draw dcdp stuff and then spent like 2-3 hours scribbling older/king danny designs. woops lol

[bet-on-me-13]

Dr Leslie Thompkins has some interesting references

So! The Batfam in in Dr Thompkins' Clinic for the usual Vigilante Related Injuries, and the Good Dr seems to be distracted.

One of them asks why she is so nervous and she reveals that her old teacher is coming over to visit, and she is worried that the state of her Clinic and the fact that she never managed to find a good job in a Hospital despite his teachings will upset him.

She is worried that she will disappoint him, because he has done so much for her in the past. He is the entire reason she ever managed to become a certified Doctor in the first place.

The others are curious as to what kind of person would illicit this level of concern from the Stric Doctor they knew?

There is a Knock on the Door, and she goes to Answer it.

In steps an 8 Ft Fall Glowing Yeti with an Arm made of Ice.

Frostbite smiles warmly at his former student, "Leslie! It's been too long!"

[flamingpudding]

How to human

Nightwing was sure he was being watched. He had been in the hero business long enough to recognize that feeling. The little irk, whisper in the back of your mind and the little hairs standing up. He was being watched. A part of him felt honored. He had gotten a little stalker like Tim had been to Bruce once. So, on some days, he made sure to do some extra flips and air acrobatics. No, he wasn't showing off to watchfull eyes, shut up little wing. But whenever he turned to the direction he felt eyes on him, he found nothing. He was worried that he was getting as paranoid as Bruce, but at the same time, he swore that someone had started watching him during his patrols, especially whenever he was in Gotham.

Red Hood grew more and more frustrated as the days passed. This wasn't his first time dealing with little stalker but usually, the street kids of crime alley knew when and when not to follow him around. The kid that was currently following him? The little shit was reckless af. Red Hood going to bust a drug deal? He felt that freaking kids eyes on him. Getting into a fight that ends with a shot out? That little shit was still there watching instead of leaving. But the kid was good, Hood had to admit that. Whenever he turned to scowl the little shit, they were gone. They avoided him the moment he puts his attention on them. But just the kid wait, he will get them one of these days. He was not having as much fun as his brother with his little stalker.

Spoiler preened at the attention she was getting. She had a little stalker! Not Red, not Orphan, not Signal, not Robin but her! She had a stalker of her own. Like Nightwing and Red Hood! There was a little kid interested in her and following her around during patrols. She probably shouldn't, but she did end up teasing the other about it. It most likely wasn't good either, considering all the things that could happen during their patrols. But aside from that it was an interesting feeling to have a little shadow that somehow can avade you. Just like Nightwing and Red Hood whenever she turned around or tried to actively look for her little stalker there was no one. But she knew the kid was there. Compared to the idiot boys Spoiler had gotten some cookies from Agent A to lure out her little shadow. Saddly the kid had been a no show but they did take the cookies when she had looked away for a moment. And a giggle told her that they liked them. She was at least making process in getting to k ow her stalker.

Danny, Dan and Ellie, after decades of having lived among ghosts in the ghost zone when realizing they didn't age like their human family, ended up spit back out to the mortal realm. (Clockwork had gotten fessed up with the Phantom trio and decided HE needed a vacation from them and Frostbite mentioned sending them to the morals would be good for their halfa health. So the decision was made pretty quickly, let the humans deal withvthe ghost kids for a while. He will force the trenchcoat magican, that liked to poke around too much, to check up on them sometimes.) The problem was, they kind of forgot how to be human. So what did they do? Follow around the one human that caught their attention and learn how to human again from them. To bad that the humans that caught their attention happened to be vigilantes and they only ever seemed to be the most interesting when they dress up at night.

[bluerosefox]

Bellatrix Star

A TaliaxDanny idea that came to me.

Damian, Bruce, and the rest of the bats discover the Talia al Ghul they had been fighting against, the one that cloned her own son, had the clone kill him, plant a control device in him when he broke his spine, etc etc was actually not the real Talia al Ghul.

Turned out Ra's had cloned her and killed the original when she discovered his little plans to take over Damain's body and she confronted him about it. Ra's had to make a clone when after tossing a dead Talia into the pits but never returned (he meant to kill her as a warning, as a "you may be my blood but will not hesitate to end you Talia.") It explains so much to Damian when remembers how out of nowhere his mother changed, her training him changed from harsh to deadly, the soft motherly love she would give him when behind closed doors suddenly stopped, the tales she would spin for him about his father no longer whispered to him for bed.

How this was find out?

Well it's hard to ignore the facts that when your foolish grandfather in his quest for immortality summons an eldritch being known as the Ghost King into the Mortal Realm and uses Damian as a sacrifice while his (not) mother watches emotionless.

When the being appeared, plunging the room from green glowing flames and the glow of the Lazarus Pits into darkness before a cosmos exploded to life, its glowing green eyes snapped open in the stars and stared at them all. Making every single one of them feel small, so very small.

It took a single glance around the room before stopping on the al Ghul's. It's eyes widen before a steel and firm look entered them. Just as quick as the cosmos sprang to life, it suddenly swirled away into a ball, putting them all back into the Lazarus room,and reformed in front of them to a more humanish height and body.

When the body, around the height and build of Batman, was done forming it took a step forward and suddenly as one blinked a man stood in front of them. Or rather floated. Snow white hair that flickered and wisped towards a crown made of fire and ice, glowing green eyes that held none of the madness but all of the power the Lazarus Pits could give. His clothing were tailored made that were tastefully a mixture of black and white with some silvers and greens, clothes fit for a King one would say. The cosmos that once engulfed the room had shifted into a cloak that hanged around his body, on one side more than the other (think like how CW wears his only the hood is down).

This, this was no doubt the Ghost King, he stood tall and regal and made everyone in the room feel the need to look down, to bow ones head for even just a moment. Even Ra's had trouble disobeying the urge to do so.

"Well..." the being said, his voice deep but not as gravely as Batman's was "What an interesting way to meet my In-Laws and Step-Son..."

He has said that as he looked towards the al Ghul's. Damian flinched back with a frown of confusion and disbelief while Ra's looked panicked for a second when the words registered into his mind, meanwhile Talia... looked emotionless and barely even twitched.

"What the fu-?" Someone began only to stop when the King lifted his hand and with a snap of his fingers a green portal appeared, it looked almost like the Lazarus Pits but it felt... cleaner? Less angry?

"My Bellatrix, my warrior star. I believe I've been summoned to your home dimension. And judging by the looks of it your father created a barely functioning Mirror of you and planned on using your son as a sacrifice to me." He spoke out towards the portal before holding his hand out.

A hand appeared from the portal, a slender hand and with green and black painted nails manicure to perfection before someone walked through it as they took hold of the Ghost King's offering hand.

Standing in front of them was another Talia, only this one looked a tad older than the one in the room. She wore clothing that matched the King to a T but even then, as always, Talia looked deadly in it. Beautiful but very deadly. From the heels she wore to the crown upon her head, a crown made of not ice and fire but of stars and black jewels. Her eyes were sharp as she stared at everyone in the room, frown on her painted lips, but her eyes lit with a small soft joy when she saw Damian only for them to turn poisonous when they landed on Ra's and the other Talia nearby.

"I should had know you would had created a Mirror of me instead of admitting to my son you killed me Father." Queen Talia spat out. "The least you could had done was not make my Mirror so cheaply, it doesn't even have a proper soul attached to it."